My name is Anita Singh. I live in a small town of Uttar Pradesh.

Presently I am
32 years of age, married. I got married at the age of 25 to Rajesh, who was a sh
op-owner. My married life started smooth and I was happy with everything. Rajesh
and I shared a very good and close relation. My sex life also was quite regular
and satisfactory. But bitterness in my life started when Rajesh and I decided w
e are going to have an issue after two years of our marriage. When even after on
e year of unprotected copulation I was not getting pregnant, we were very concer
ned. There was pressure from my in laws also. I was really confused why this was
happening. I had my periods regularly and physically also I had a very develope
d figure from my teenage itself. I never thought that I could land up in such a
problem!
I was 27 years then, had a somewhat fair complexion, 5 feet 2 inches height, ova
l face, and amply built. As I said I had a developed figure from my teens with 3
2 breast size and flaring hips from my college days. I was conscious about my di
et so that I do not add additional flesh on my hips. I always got a good male at
tention on road or at any gathering, which I could sense, though I was pretty co
nservative in dressing. In that sense I was very shy regarding these matters, wh
ich was really due to my upbringing and the small town we lived in. I was adequa
tely gifted by god at proper places in my body though with somewhat heavy bottom
s. I was pretty active and fit with regular menses.
Rajesh took me to a number of doctors. I was very shy initially though we went t
o female gynecologists. But I felt very embarrassed in that process of examinati
on where each time I had to open my sari, salwar kamiz, or whatever I was wearin
g and even pull down my panty. To tell honestly I had a real turn on when the do
ctor touched my private organs for examining purpose, though she was a female I
got triggered she was actually examined my breasts or nipples or my hairy pussy.
I instantly got wetness down there and it reflected very apparently on my panty
, which was rather uncomfortable for me. The doctors gave medicines and asked fo
r lab tests, but there was no result.
Rajesh then took me to the city doctor, but I made him very clear that I would g
o for a checkup only to a lady doctor. But all those resulted in nothing positiv
e. My mother-in-law took me to homeopaths, who also could not yield any result f
or me. The relation between Rajesh and me was also getting bitter. At the same t
ime I realized I was not at all getting any sexual pleasure out of copulation, r
ather it seemed to be an exercise to achieve something. Days went by and I did n
ot even realize that another year was gone! I was 28 years by then. I remained s
o depressed all day and had a real hard time.
Then one day Rajesh told me that he has decided to go to a male gynecologist who
is an expert in infertility cases in the city again. I was really very rigid ab
out not going to the male gynecologist out of my shyness. I think any normal lad
y would avoid that because the fact remains you have to expose your breasts and
pussy in front of a male, may it be for examination purpose. So I was really rig
id on my stand about avoiding a male doctor and before this could land up in a h
arsh confrontation between my husband and me, one of my neighbors, Meera, had a
proposal to my mother-in-law.
If I can quote my neighbor s words to my mother-in-law, Aunty-ji, you have tried so
many doctors for Anita, but you did not get any result. Anita told she even wen
t to the city for a checkup. You applied homeopath also, but she is not yet bles
sed with a child. Look at her; she looks so depressed all day. Why don t you take
Anita to Rampur to Guru-ji s ashram Aunty-ji? Two of my relatives got result; they
were childless for 4-5 years. They went to him, took diksha and his herbal medica
tions changed their lives. And our Anita is only married for three years! Before
her case goes too worse, you make a visit to Guru-ji, as he can do miracles.
Its not that we had not heard of this sadhu-baba at Rampur, but his ashram was v
ery far off from our town. He had cured some critical diseases and some childles
s cases also. I was really searching a way to avoid this male doctor checkup and

at the same time a hope to get a child made me readily jump into this proposal.
My mother-in- law also convinced my husband by saying, Rajesh, I think what Meer
a says makes sense. Since we have tried some doctors and tests were all normal,
lets not waste more time on that right now. These sadhu-babas really can do mira
cles and as Meera was saying the herbal medicines worked for his relatives who w
ere childless for 5 years.
In my mind I was so thankful to Meera for her timely idea. At that point I was i
ndeed trying my best to avoid probing my body by a male gynecologist, but little
could I guess that this ashram visit would actually be a shameful remembrance f
or me lifelong. The way I was exploited in the name of diksha , in the name of treat
ment , and in the name of jagya makes me feel so ashamed even today, after so many y
ears. I was exploited so very cleverly and emphatically at every level and my de
sire to get a child was so high that I allowed everything crossing every limit o
f decency and modesty.
It was one week stay in the ashram of Guru-ji at Rampur and within that period I
had to allow at least half a dozen males to enjoy my 28-year-old fully matured
figure from all angles - seeing, touching, examining, groping, squeezing, and al
l one can think of except fucking, because that crowning was done by Guru-ji him
self! I had to shed all my shyness and was virtually treated like a slut during
my treatment under Guru-ji. I am really amazed when I look
back at those seven days about how I allowed all that! Probably Guru-ji s mesmeriz
ing personality and my eventual desire to get the child at all cost made me act
such lewdly from a shy modest housewife.
Rampur. Guru-ji s ashram was situated here, a small village, which was surrounded
by mountains on all the sides. There was a big pond with very clear water just b
eside the ashram, which made it like a heaven with cool breeze blowing and there
was absolutely no signs of pollution. My mother-in-law came with me. Rajesh ult
imately was not able to make it with me, my mother-in-law took me there. There w
as a substantial crowd waiting for darshan of Guru-ji. We had made an appointmen
t so that we could talk privately to him regarding my problem. I was a quite afr
aid seeing Guru-ji, who was hugely built, almost 6 feet in height with a stout f
igure. He was wearing a saffron dress and his voice was calm and reverberating.
A feeling of obedience would automatically come seeing and listening to this man
.
My mother-in-law narrated about my purpose of visit and Guru-ji listened to it v
ery intently. There were two more persons who were his disciples probably in tha
t room apart from me, my mother-in-law and Guru-ji. One of them was taking some
notes as my mother-in-law was detailing my problem.
Guru-ji: Mata-ji, I am glad that you have brought your bahu to me regarding this
problem. I want to make one thing very clear that I cannot do miracles, but if
she takes diksha under me and performs what I suggest faithfully, she would not re
turn with empty hands. Mata-ji, the treatment path is not easy in these cases an
d if your bahu can walk on that path, there is no reason why she would not have
a child in a year s time. Of course, provided after the treatment, she meets with
her husband on my suggested days.
The words were so convincing that I was more than eager to take diksha under him a
nd start the treatment at that very moment. My mother-in-law also expressed the sa
me to Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Mata-ji, before you agree you should first know my norms. I do not keep
any devotee in darkness. There are three stages in achieving the coveted goal o
f being a mother here. They are diksha , herbal treatment and jagya . Your bahu has to s
tay here for five days at a stretch to complete the diksha and the herbal treatm
ent starting from a full moon night. If I feel that is enough to attain the goal
, she might leave on the sixth day, but if a jagya is required depending on her ca
se, she would have to stay for another two days making it 7 continuous days. She

has to abide by my ashram rules, which my disciple will tell you.

We were listening to his mesmeric voice and I must say it had some hypnotic effe
ct. I did not see any offensive
norms in what he said and so was my mother-in-law and I gave the nod to take disk
ha and do the treatment under
him.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, please note down her personal details before proceeding and le
t her know in details about ashram rules and regulations. Beti, you go with him
to the next room. Mata-ji, you can ask me if you have any other questions and co
ncerns other than this issue. I alighted from the ground and followed Guru-ji s di
sciple, Sanjeev. We went to the adjacent room and he asked me to sit to the couc
h that was there in that room. He remained standing. He was around my age only,
around 35-40 years with an average body and a calm, smiling face.
Sanjeev: Madam, my name is Sanjeev. You just don t worry since you have come to Gu
ru-ji. I have seen several women who benefitted from his unique and very special
treatment. But you have to obey it completely as he says.
I said, Yes of course. I will definitely try to do that. I have been suffering fo
r this now almost three years.
Sanjeev: Don t worry Madam. Let me now tell you about what you have to do. You wil
l appear here next Monday
afternoon before 7:00 p.m. That day is a full moon night, so you will have diksha .
Madam, please do not bring your sari etc. as our ashram has a dress code and yo
u will be given saris, which are specially washed with herbal
detergents, and also Madam, no ornaments are allowed here. Actually speaking we
offer everything here, so there is no need to bring anything.
I was a bit puzzled about the sari part, as I have not seen any woman in the ashra
m till then. He just mentioned about wearing the saffron sari, but what about bl
ouse and petticoat. I cannot just wear a sari. Sanjeev probably understood what
I was wondering.
Sanjeev: Madam, you must have noticed that Guru-ji told me to note your personal
details , so you do not worry about blouse etc. In our ashram we provide everythin
g staring from hair clip to slippers.
He laughed a little and I also was relieved. Still I was wondering about my unde
rgarments; will the ashram provide that also I was puzzled!
Sanjeev: Madam, please answer to my questions honestly. And Madam one thing plea
se do not feel shy here and don t be introvert because you have come here for a go
al and we are just here to make you achieve that.
I felt very confident hearing Sanjeev s words, otherwise was a bit nervous.
Sanjeev: Do you have regular periods Madam?
Me: Yes, very rarely do I miss.
Sanjeev: When did you last have an irregular period?
Me: Three to four months back may be. I took some medicine and cleared it. Sanje
ev: What s your approximate period date Madam?
Me: 22nd or 23rd of a month.
Sanjeev was noting down as I was answering. So he was not in direct eye contact
with me, so I was finding it easy
to answer such personal questions. Otherwise I have never talked about these to
anyone except to the doctors I
visited.

Sanjeev: Madam do you have heavy periods or moderate? Do you feel any additional
pain, discomfort other than the
normal?
Me: Moderate, 2-3 days. No, normal.
Sanjeev: Okay Madam, rest of the more intimate details will be taken up by Guruji when you will be in the ashram.
I was a bit comfortable hearing that though was thinking on what intimate details
would the Guru-ji take from me. Sanjeev continued the conversation and I almost
stammered answering his next question feeling very shy sharing this sort of info
rmation to an unknown male.
Sanjeev: Madam, now about ashram dress code. We will give you four herbal washed
saffron saris for your sevenday stay. Generally I have seen that is sufficient,
but we do have additional also if needed. What is the size that your wear? I me
an blouse
Me: Err, I mean why do you need that?
I knew that was foolish to ask, but it came out just spontaneous and went into a
more uncomfortable conversation.
Sanjeev: Madam, in our ashram we provide sari, blouse and petticoat to the women
who come for diskha and treatment . So for that only I need the size.
Me: Okay, its 32.
I noticed Sanjeev noted the figure and looked for a second directly at my erect
boobs under the cover of my blouse and sari as if trying to measure the 32 size
through his eyes.
Sanjeev: Madam, since mostly the women who come for diksha to Guru-ji are from rur
al areas and as you also know many of them do not wear any undergarment, we have
no provision for that. But since you are coming from the
town, please carry your undergarments, but remember to get it sterilized here he
rbally, as you are not allowed to wear anything, which is nonsterile after diksha .
I nodded with a smiling face and was a lot relieved hearing this.
Sanjeev: Thanks Madam. You can leave now and appear here on Monday afternoon. .
I returned with my mother-in-law who sounded very optimistic about the Guru-ji a
s she had a talk while I was in
the other room with Sanjeev and she assured me not to get tensed being there alo
ne, but to faithfully obey Guru-ji
as he instructs. I was happy overall, but little could I anticipate what was in
store for me in those seven days in the
ashram.
Next Monday, I went out with my mother-in-law again for Rampur to Guru-ji s ashram
. In my bag I practically took nothing, as Guru-ji s disciple Sanjeev told that ev
erything would be available there, except for a spare set of
clothing including a sari, blouse and petticoat and some money for emergency pur
pose. I took two sets of my
undergarments and one set I was already wearing and thought that it would be eno
ugh for seven days.
Sanjeev greeted us with smiling faces. We went to Guru-ji and he gave ashirwad t
o both of us and after some

general talks, my mother-in-law went back and I was all alone in the ashram with
Guru-ji and his disciples. Today I saw two more disciples apart from Sanjeev an
d another one I had met the other day.
Guru-ji: Beti, be comfortable here. Can I call you by name?
Me: Certainly Guru-ji.
I was feeling a bit uncomfortable in front of five males, as I was the only woma
n there. They were all looking at me. I was wearing a light colored cotton sari
with matching blouse. Though my breasts were erect as usual through my blouse an
d sari pallu, I noticed none were looking at that as most males do when they fir
st meet me. Finally looking at Guru-ji s calm eyes and listening to his soothing v
oice, I was getting normal and comfortable.
Guru-ji: Okay Anita, let me introduce you to the members of my ashram. Sanjeev y
ou have already met, the other ones are Rajkamal, Nirmal, and Uday. During the t
ime of diksha Sanjeev will guide you and others will help you during the treatment
n different phases, which I will tell you clearly later. Now you take rest and I
will meet you at 10:00 p.m. for diksha . Sanjeev will steer you through.
Sanjeev: Please come Madam.
We went to a cozy small room, which Sanjeev referred to as my room with an attache
d toilet, where I found a
very large mirror, where one can see almost the full figure, which seemed quite
unusual to me, as we generally have small mirrors in bathrooms. There was also a
clean white towel, soaps, toothpaste, etc. nicely kept as is in a hotel. In the
room there was a cot, a dressing table with comb, hair-clips, sindoor, bindi, e
tc., a chair and a cupboard in that room. Sanjeev gave me a cup of milk and some
snacks to eat.
Sanjeev: Madam, you take rest and let me know if you need anything extra apart f
rom what is available here. Then after an hour I will come and take you for diksh
a , which is actually the sterilization process of your mind and body. That is the
starting point of your journey to reach your goal Madam. By the way, if you can
hand over your bag as I will check and allow only those as per ashram rules to
be kept along with you.
I was a bit taken aback by the last part of his words, especially I will check . Me
: I have brought nothing as you said.
Sanjeev: But still Madam, I have to check. Don t be shy here. I will be with you t
hroughout your stay here.
He took my bag without waiting for my permission. He took out the money-purse fr
om it. Then he took out the
couple of white brassieres that I have brought with me and put them on the bed.
I was looking at the floor in utter shyness that an unfamiliar male was handling
my inner wears. Now he took out a blue panty and waited sometime and held it in
the air as if he was trying to guess how that little thing can hold my pumpkin
like ass. Thankfully he did not look at me and then took out some handkerchieves
, and the spare sari, blouse and the petticoat that I had brought. Finally he to
ok out one last item, my white panty, and put that on bed too.
Sanjeev: Okay Madam, so I will take your extra sari, blouse, and petticoat and k
eep that in office as you are not
allowed to wear outside clothing. I will give you the ashram sari, blouse, and p
etticoat when you will go for diksha
and also a nightdress for sleeping. Also I am taking your inner wears for steril
ization and will return you tomorrow
morning.
I had nothing to say, but to nod my head. He took my undergarments and again he

stopped a bit on my panty. It was so awkward for me. Then came the bumper questi
on from him, which turned me red instantly.
Sanjeev: Madam, I will also need your err.. I mean your bra that you are wearing
right now for sterilization
purpose.
Me: But, how can I give it right now

I stammered.

Sanjeev: Madam, I will have to prepare the boiling herbal solution for washing a
nd it takes a lot of time doing that. So I was asking you to hand me over, it wo
uld save time and labour for me.
He was saying in such a cool voice as if it s so normal. I had really no reasoning
for this and had no other
alternative, but to hand over my bra and panty to him. For once it did not struc
k me that I will have to remain
without my undergarments till the next morning, as Sanjeev said he would return
them next morning after
sterilization, and all these males in the ashram would know that very well and i
ts not that I will remain all along in
my room, I will have to go for diksha and would have to move around in front of ma
le eyes without my bra on, which would automatically be a sexy exhibition for an
y male.
Me: Okay then, if you can come after sometime, I shall hand it over.
Sanjeev: Don t worry Madam, I will just wait here. How much time will it take to
deliberately did not finish as it was very apparent what he tried to say.
Me: Okay, as you wish.
Saying that I went inside the toilet. Sanjeev waited in the room. I noticed that
the toilet door was more of a half
door leaving a gap at the top. Soon I realized why it is like that because there
was not a single hook in the
bathroom to keep clothes. One has to keep on the door top, that s why the gap is l
eft there. But soon I also
realized that Sanjeev was there in the room and he would see the clothes that I
keep on the door from within the
room. So he will clearly have an idea to what extent I was undressed in the toil
et as I keep the clothes on the door.
My ears were getting hot at this thought, but also considered that I must be thi
nking a bit too much, as they are
after all devotee and lead a sage life.
I faced the door and started opening my sari and quickly unwrapped it from my bo
dy. I kept it on the door top and
then started to open the knot of my white petticoat and had to wriggle a bit as
it was sticking to my fleshy bottom.
There was a large mirror in the bathroom, as I said earlier, and I saw that my p
anty was displaying more than
covering my large ass cheeks. This was a problem with me, I tried several brands
, but unfortunately every panty
that I wear automatically shrinks towards my ass crack and cover practically not
hing of my buttocks. I was truly
looking very obscene like that with my blouse on and panty squeezing in my ass c
rack. Hence I quickly got out of my
panty and was about to keep it on the door top, but the very thought that Sanjee
v must have noticed my sari and
petticoat hanging on the door made me change my mind, as if he sees my panty the
re, it would be very apparent
that I am now naked. Hence I kept it on the dry portion of the floor and started

He

unbuttoning my blouse and bra to

get completely naked.
It was just the partition of the door between Sanjeev and me and I am stark nake
d here and he is just a few feet
away behind the toilet door. I turned red and was feeling a flow in my pussy alr
eady. I was standing with my blouse
and bra in my hand and noticed that they were soaked in sweat, especially the ar
mpits of my blouse and the cups of
my bra. I kept the blouse on the door top and picked up my panty from floor and
observed wet marks on my panty
too. So I thought that I would wash them and then give to Sanjeev for sterilizat
ion. At that very moment Sanjeev
intervened!
Sanjeev: Madam, shall I take your left over garments for a wash and you can wear
the spare ones that you have brought. They must be all sweaty in this humid wea
ther.
The voice was so near, I was astonished. He must be very near the toilet door an
d have been noticing I am keeping
my sari, blouse and petticoat on the door top! I was a bit shaken by his voice a
nd quickly wrapped the towel around
my completely naked body though I was quite secure behind closed doors of the to
ilet. I replied in a meek voice.
Me: No, no, its okay.
Sanjeev: What okay Madam, you will feel fresh wearing the new set. But Madam, do
not take a bath now, as before diksha you have to take a bath.
I gained composure by that time and thought Sanjeev s idea was better as I need a
change of my dress as I had sweated a lot. Before I could give him a green signa
l to bring my spare dress, he himself was proactive.
Sanjeev: Madam, I am taking your sari, petticoat and blouse for a wash and will
keep the spare one that you have
brought.
Giving me no time to react, I saw that the sari and petticoat vanished in a flas
h from the toilet door top. Now I
have literally nothing to wear except for my inner wear. The blouse also was gon
e in a moment. I don t know what he did with them but his comment shocked me.
Sanjeev: Madam, it seems you sweat a lot in your armpits, the blouse is totally
wet there, and the back is also somewhat wet.
I was dying out of shame now. It means he is checking my blouse at different par
ts, the armpits, the back, and obviously the cups, where my twin peaks stay. I a
m a married housewife, 32-year-old old fully mature woman and this unknown man w
as checking my taken off blouse! I had to answer something.
Me: Yes, err

I mean sweat a lot.

Saying that and wasting no more time I started washing my bra and panty so that
I do not face any more tricky questions. I also noted that Sanjeev kept my spare
clothes on the door top. But the petticoat slipped to my side from the door top
as he kept the blouse over it.
Sanjeev: Sorry Madam. I did not realize that it would slide like that.
Since I was washing, I could not also catch it and it landed on watered part of
the floor and instantly my light blue petticoat turned deep blue soaked in water
.

Sanjeev: Madam, I hope it landed on dry floor or is it wet?

I could not tell the truth as it could provoke more lewd conversations. Me: Its
okay. It landed in dry are.
Sanjeev: Still I should have been more careful.
I had finished washing my inner wear and had to take off the towel off my body t
o dry myself. My free naked
boobs jiggled on every movement I made, which I saw in mirror reflection. As I s
aid, my boobs have not sagged at all, they stood proud and unknowingly my nipple
s were already hard and stood up like two grapes.
I took the blouse off the door top and started wearing it. This was after a very
long time that I was wearing a
blouse without a bra. Hardly do I remain in the day without a bra and at night I
wear a nighty with nothing below, but a blouse with nothing underneath was a ve
ry rare dressing for me. I do not know why the thin material of the blouse tremb
led me a bit and to my ill luck, this was a thin, white one and in the mirror I
made out that it was displaying my booby treasures in vivid way. The nipple outl
ines were clear evident and to my shock both brownish areolas on my breasts appe
ared through the white material of the blouse. I was cursing myself for bringing
this blouse, but had now no alternative but to wear it.
Sanjeev: Madam, are you over? I need to attend Guru-ji once now.
I quickly wore the wet petticoat, as I had no other choice and by no means could
go in that sari before a male
without the petticoat on, as the sari was quite flimsy. I made all necessary adj
ustments to hide my upper treasures with my sari pallu.
Sanjeev looked at me with a smiling face as I came out through the toilet door.
There was a step from the toilet towards the room and when I stepped down on it,
automatically my free boobs clasped loosely in the blouse gave a bouncing effec
t and I noted that his eyes did not miss that. It was extremely uncomfortable fo
r me to be like this in front of this male and I tried to wrap up things as quic
kly as possible. I handed him the washed undergarments. I was feeling wetness on
my smooth buttocks and thighs, as the petticoat that I was wearing was half wet
especially in the buttock area and that was making me more uncomfortable.
Sanjeev: Okay Madam, take rest.
He left and I felt so relieved and quickly closed the room door and got rid of t
he wet petticoat. This time I did not open my sari and just lifted it to my wais
t and untied the petticoat knot. It was sticking to my buttock as it was wet and
I had to struggle a bit to finally slide it over my round ass cheeks. The very
sensation of not wearing
anything below my sari was giving me a turn on.
Almost an hour passed, but there was no sign of Sanjeev taking me for diksha . My p
etticoat was more or less dry now and I was thinking of wearing it when there wa
s a knock on the door. I had to say something to the person knocking as I needed
to put on the petticoat.
Me: Please wait, I am opening in a minute.
I swiftly wore the petticoat and flowed the sari over it and opened the door. Th
ere was Nirmal standing on the
door.
Nirmal: Madam, Sanjeev said to take you to diksha room. Guru-ji is waiting there

.
He was a short statured guy, only probably 5 feet and his eyes were just in the
level of my boobs. I was careful not to show him any unnecessary bouncing of my
free boobs.
Me: Okay I am ready. But Sanjeev was saying to take a bath before the diksha I co
uld not complete as Nirmal interrupted in between.
Nirmal: Yes Madam, that s right, but that bath would be with special herbal water
in front of Guru-ji. Me: What?
That was my instant reaction hearing the words in front of Guru-ji and I suppose a
ny woman would react like that. Me: How can I bathe in front of him, I am not a
little girl?
Nirmal: No, no Madam, you got me wrong. I wanted to say the herbal waters are sp
ecially prepared by Guru-ji and he chants some mantra on that before you take th
e bath. There is separate toilet in the diksha room.
Listening to him I calmed down, but he probably got entertained by my reaction.
Nirmal: Madam, who says you are a little girl? He must be a blind donkey.
He paused a bit and then added, But Madam, you cannot deny that you can look like
a little girl if you get back to your school days uniform.
He smiled. Nirmal was flirting with me I realized, but to my surprise I was enjo
ying his words! His comment did not irritate me. I was feeling hardness again in
my nipples and my breasts getting firm hearing a male hinting me to show up in
my school uniform, seemingly knowing the school uniform skirt would not even pro
perly cover my macrosized buttocks. Nirmal s eyes were directly on my taut breasts
due to his short height.
I also replied teasingly.
Me: Sanjeev already said your ashram would provide sari for me. I hope you will
not come up separately with a school dress.
Nirmal: Madam, ashram is like a school only. So there is no harm in wearing that
. But don t blame me if you cannot wear it Madam.
He said laughingly. I do not know why I was dragging this and getting fun out of
this useless conversation, but
somehow this short-height Nirmal amused me. During this conversation I completel
y was out of my mind that why I have come to the ashram. It was not a fun trip a
nd I was here for a treatment for bearing the child. But the
chronology of events with Sanjeev first and now this amusing Nirmal probably dri
fted me temporarily.
By then, I could realize my nipples were growing to their full size and my heart
beating faster. May be my standing in front of a completely unknown male in bra
less state added to it.
Me: You have a point that ashram is like a school only. But why can t I wear it?
What he replied was the most provocative statement I have ever heard from a male
concerning me.
Nirmal: So you agree that the ashram is like a school. So you should have no obj
ection in wearing a school uniform. But the uniform will be of the size of a sch
oolgirl because it is a school uniform . Right Madam?
He paused very briefly looking at my eyes, but his eyeballs roaming frequently o
n my whole body.
Nirmal: Suppose I bring a school dress for you Madam, the white top and the plea
ted skirt, I can bet you cannot wear it as even if you can get your legs into th
e skirt, it will not go up your hips. Madam, you are very plump there. And for t

he top, surely you will not be able to close a single button of the top even if
you are braless as you are right now. So was I wrong Madam if I had said don t blam
e me if you cannot wear it .
I was getting amused by the conversation no doubt, but at the same time was take
n aback when he said he knew I was not wearing a bra directly. It seems the whol
e ashram knew that!
Me: Umm But I don t agree with you. I can wear the skirt surely; the top may be a p
roblem. But thank god! You do not have the school uniform as the ashram dress co
de.
I giggled and Nirmal laughed back at me too.
Nirmal was gaining in confidence in his words as he saw me responding to his tea
sing talks. May be he leads a sage life, but the way I started showing signs of
shamelessness in my conversation probably provoked him. I was really unsure what
I was trying to do, my pussy was already wet and my boobs gaining in firmness.
I was also breathing a bit heavily now. It was difficult for me to stand still,
and so pretending to adjust my sari in front of him, I actually was rubbing my a
ss to the door.
Nirmal: Madam, now we are getting late, but let us do a trail after your diksha is
complete. I will bring you a school dress to try out and then you will agree to
my words.
Nirmal is inviting me for a lewd session I could understand. I was also equally
fascinated to tease this 5 feet dwarfish male.
Me: Oh really, you have a school uniform in the ashram. How come?
Nirmal: Madam, one of the devotees of Guru-ji came with her daughter and by mist
ake has left a packet some days ago in which there was a school uniform of her d
aughter along with other clothes. She never came back to take it. It s lying in th
e office cupboard. But Madam lets go now for your diksha, Guru-ji must be waitin
g.
This was going a bit too far. I never expected a school uniform of a girl in thi
s ashram, but thoroughly enjoying this dwarf s pranks.
The diksha room was somewhat bigger than the room I was staying. There were pict
ures of various gods and
goddesses. There was a throne-like structure where there was a small stature gar
landed with lots of flowers and
leaves. The whole atmosphere was smoky as there were several agarbattis burning
simultaneously. There was
Sanjeev and Guru-ji in the room. I did get quite nervous coming in that room. Ni
rmal left the place closing the door
behind me.
Guru-ji: Anita, its time for your diksha. Let me brief you about this. You will
take diksha under me, but we are all
serving the Linga Maharaj. We are all disciples of him and you will also become
one in a short time. Your diksha is
different from us as you are taking this keeping in mind of a goal of getting pr
egnant. So it will also not feature
the full rituals. Jai Linga Maharaj. Anita, Linga Maharaj is based on miniature
Amarnath of Kashmir. It has supreme power and if you devote yourself completely
to him, he can do wonders for you. But if there is any shortfall in the dedicati
on, you will not get the desired result. Jai Linga Maharaj
Sanjeev also chanted Jai Linga Maharaj and asked me to chant too. I also said Jai L
inga Maharaj , but never realized what I was chanting!
Guru-ji: Anita, diksha to Linga Maharaj is cleaning your body and soul. So, firs

t I want you to clean your body. You go to the toilet, have a bath with the wate
r in the bucket, which is a special mixture of herbs with water and roll the lin
ga over every part of your body.
Saying that he handed me over the linga , which I saw was a black stone made 6-7 in
ches long one-inch broad
structure with a rather broad base at one end. It was looking like an egg roll,
that we have from fast food centers, but standing on a small base. I was correla
ting it with an egg roll in my mind, but never could realize Guru-ji was signify
ing it with the male linga meaning penis!
Guru-ji: Anita, wet your body with the herbal water and then soap with the foam
in the mug. Make sure to touch the linga to every part of your body as you rub s
oap while bathing.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Since you are taking diksha for childbirth, you chant Jai Linga Maharaj t
hree times after touching the linga on your sex organs.
I nodded my head though was feeling a bit uneasy hearing the word sex organ from G
uru-ji s mouth, but my cheeks turned red like a teenager as Guru-ji elaborated on
that.
Guru-ji: Anita, generally women think that sex organ is the vulva or vagina, but
actually sex organs relate to much more. Let me hear first what is your idea of
sex organs. Do not be shy, as you must open your mind here.
My heart was beating fast hearing such a question. I was stuttering and searchin
g for words. Me: I mean those organs err which are involved I mean in intercourse
.
I was unable to speak more before two males naming my sex organs.
Guru-ji: Anita, you have to open up, open your mind, talk freely, and do not kee
p any inhibition. Okay, just name the organs where you will chant the mantra.
Now I had to speak and leaving all shyness I narrated what was asked for. Me: I
will chant the mantra on my err breasts and my pussy.
Guru-ji: Okay Anita. I can understand your shyness. You have named only the two
major organs. You said you will chant mantra when you touch the linga on your br
easts, what about your nipples? Do they have any role when you have intercourse
with your husband or not?
I shamefully nodded my head. I was feeling thirsty also. Only moments ago I was
trying to tease Nirmal, but now it seemed I am in more experienced hands!
Guru-ji: What about your hips Anita? Do you not consider it as a sex organ? Does
it excite you or not when you are touched there?
Again I had nothing to say, but to nod. I was looking at the ground and my heart
beating fast. But Guru-ji s voice was so clam and he was not even once looking at
my braless boobs, his eyes were riveted on my face.
Guru-ji: So we tend to miss out so many things, you see. So every part of your b
ody that excites you while having sex, you should chant the mantra three times.
Your breasts, nipples, hips, vagina, thighs, and of course lips. You need to obe
y me perfectly to attain your goal.
Sanjeev: Madam, here is your clothes that you will wear after the bath.
He handed me over a saffron sari, blouse, and petticoat. And again there was no
undergarment for me to wear. I
went to the bathroom and it suddenly seemed to me that since Guru-ji was sitting
on floor it should be a grand view from him looking at my undulating fleshy ass
from that angle as I walked to the toilet. My husband often told me that my but
tocks jerk more attractively if I am not wearing a panty. I also knew that as my
buttocks are a bit
heavy, the elastic grip of the panty keeps them in somewhat of a check. This mad
e me more conscious in my walking and was feeling very, very awkward.

But my mind soon cursed me for thinking in such a way about Guru-ji. I realized
that he is a male who is over these silly things. I was feeling rather guilty th
e next moment for thinking like that about him.
I entered the bathroom and found the water for my bath, the foam and the Linga.
I closed the door only to find
myself in a sea of luminosity! I was certainly very amazed at the lighting arran
gement in this toilet. There were two at least 100-watt bulbs glowing in that sm
all area, which was rather odd. I was almost feeling the heat of the bulbs in th
at small area. This toilet door had no top-open business like the one I experien
ced in my room and also there were hooks on the door, but I wondered why there w
as so bright light arrangement in the bathroom.
I got out of my sari, but was feeling very clumsy in that intense illumination,
it was like bathing in open daylight. I unbuttoned my blouse and my mango-like b
oobs sprung out free and stood stiff. I was naked the next moment as the pettico
at found the hook at the toilet door. I started bathing as I was instructed with
the herbal water, which had a hypnotic scent. I foamed myself and then took the
Linga, which was not heavy at all though made of stone. I touched it on my left
breast and said Jai Linga Maharaj as was directed by Guru-ji. As it touched my na
ked
breast, for a moment I felt like a male hand touching my globe. I shivered momen
tarily and then touched it on my right breast too and said Jai Linga Maharaj .
I never was for a moment able to guess that this whole bathing session with me t
ouching my naked buxom and
fleshy 28-year-old body with the Linga and saying Jai Linga Maharaj was actually fi
lmed on tape and that was the reason why there were a couple of high power bulbs
glowing in the toilet.
I finished my Linga action all over my body including my pussy and ass cheeks. I
was feeling rather hot doing this even after the bath. I dried myself with the
towel and started getting into the saffron ashram attire.
Even initially I was having doubts regarding this, now it confirmed when I tried
to wear it. The blouse was fairly tight when I tried to button it. I doubt this
was a 32-size blouse. The cutting etc. of the blouse though was very decent, bu
t I had to struggle to get my twin globes into it, as the cups were rather small
. I am sure if I had worn a bra, it would have been impossible to button it full
y. Somehow I managed to wear it, but could not button the top hook of the blouse
, it was so tight there and ample fair cleavage remained exposed over my blouse.
I made sure that the pallu covers it fully and went out of the toilet.
Guru-ji: Good, so you are done with your bath. Did you do as I said Anita? Me: Y
es Guru-ji. I said Jai Linga Maharaj three times as you instructed. Guru-ji: Okay,
now sit down here and worship to Linga Maharaj.
He started performing puja chanting several mantras and sometimes with my name a
nd clan included. I sat there
with closed hands and worshipped to Linga Maharaj about a successful treatment u
nder Guru-ji and conceiving soon.
Sanjeev was also there helping Guru-ji perform the puja. The puja for diksha wen
t for almost half-an-hour and at
the end Guru-ji came up to me and put a red tilak on my forehead and I respectfu
lly touched his feet. As I bent
down, I realized that my blouse got stretched and carved more on my matured boob
s, giving me a feeling that the
hook would break any moment. Thankfully that didn t happen saving me from more emb
arrassing moments.
Guru-ji: Now your diksha is complete. You are a disciple of me and devoted to Li
nga Maharaj. Jai Linga Maharaj! Me: Jai Linga Maharaj!
Guru-ji: Tomorrow morning we will meet at 06:30 am and I will let you know of yo
ur routine in the ashram and your treatment plan. You can go now Anita.

I went out of the diksha room and went to my room with Sanjeev accompanying me.
Sanjeev: Good night Madam, I will call you at 06:15 am and will also deliver you
r sterilized undergarments. Nirmal will come with your dinner.
I was feeling very fresh I do not know why may be after that herbal water bath a
nd was very pleased the way Guru-ji performed the puja. I took rest on the cot f
or sometime.
Knock! Knock!
Someone was knocking at my door. Since I was lying alone and the blouse that San
jeev gave for me to wear was too
tight, I had opened the hooks and was resting in that fashion, I swiftly buttone
d the last three hooks of my blouse
and wrapped my sari round me. The first two hooks remained open leaving almost h
alf of my breasts oozing out
above my saffron blouse. I was anticipating Nirmal and no one else now, it was n
early 10 o clock at night, he must
have come with the dinner.
My guess my correct and it was the dwarfish disciple, Nirmal, but my other guess
was wrong. He did not come with the dinner!
Nirmal: Madam, how was the diksha?
Me: Okay, I really liked Guru-ji s puja.
Nirmal: Jai Linga Maharaj. Keep faith on Guru-ji, he will surpass all obstacles
in your life.
He was smiling and his overall appearance amused me again. Frankly I was feeling
very fresh with the herbal bath and hot too, as each time I thought of my bathi
ng under such vivid lights, I was getting a faster heart beat. And now seeing th
is dwarf male once more, I thought of teasing him.
Nirmal: Madam, shall I bring the dinner for you?
Me: No, its only 10:00, I generally have dinner after 10:30 p.m.
I paused and little and then continued without giving him a chance to speak.
Me: But going back to our previous chat, you know, Nirmal, I later thought on yo
ur words and you were very right! The size I have grown to, I cannot wear a scho
ol uniform skirt. So I take back my words.
It was worth seeing Nirmal s face. It was as if haat aya par muh na laga type situat
ion for him. The dwarf was looking so desperate and looked even funnier now. He
did not expect that I would not allow him a chance on the school uniform topic a
t all.
Nirmal: Bur Madam, I mean you said you would try once.
Me: Yes that was my initial thought, but I buy your words that I would not be ab
le to wear a school skirt, as it will be too tight for my figure.
I avoided direct words denoting to my full-sized body like thighs or buttocks . Nirma
l was looking as if he has lost something very precious, but I did not want to d
iscourage him fully and altered the topic.
Me: But Nirmal, I am having a different problem. Can you sort that out?
Nirmal s face was still miserable, to say the least, but he looked up to listen to
my problem.
Me: Actually the blouse that Sanjeev have given is not fitting me at all. Can yo

u bring me another one?

Nirmal s eyes as if lit up! He probably thought my twin mangoes would be a more en
joyable sight for him rather than my pumpkin ass.
Nirmal: Didn t Sanjeev give you a 32-size blouse?
My eyebrows went up! He knows the size I told to Sanjeev in my interview private
ly. Everybody in the ashram knows my boob size is 32!
Me: Yes, but it is very tight. I doubt it is of proper size.
Nirmal: No, no Madam. The size is right for sure as we have separate bunch for e
ach size.
Me: Can t be Nirmal, I use 32 blouses for the last two years, but why this one is
so tight here?
I subtly pointed my hand to my fully developed milk tanks, as I wanted to provok
e him a bit. Nirmal also took the opportunity and his face was again looking hum
orous with his jaws slightly drooping down.
Nirmal: Madam, since these are readymade blouses, you are feeling the tightness.
I was yet again getting peculiar fun playing with words with this middle-aged dw
arf. I had neither talked to any male like this before, not had been in such a s
ituation as in this ashram.
Me: Nirmal, it s so tight, I could not button the top hook.
Nirmal now looked directly to my youthful braless boobs and seemed as if he was
trying to visualize my posture
standing in front of him with the top hook open of my blouse. And in fact, if I
actually had pulled my sari pallu down my condition was hugely indecent. I was n
ot wearing a bra and through the ultra-tight blouse my nipples were
distinctly visible and since the top hook of my blouse was open, I was advertisi
ng adequate cleavage show.
Nirmal: Oh Madam, then its really a problem. How can you be in that position? Sh
all I arrange another one for you
Madam?
He seemed so worried for this housewife!
Me: Its already nighttime Nirmal and I will take my clothes off and wear the nig
htgown. So I do not require another blouse now.
I wanted to see his reaction to such direct comments. His comic facial expressio
n was added on by a slight bulge in his crotch area. I felt a raced beat in my h
eart noticing this.
Nirmal: Okay Madam. You can change in my absence and by that time I will bring y
ou the dinner.
It was a crafty thinking from Nirmal s part I thought for his visual pleasure, as
he knew I had no undies to wear and would look rather sexy that way in any night
dress whatsoever. I nodded to him, thinking that if I do not look decent enough,
I will not wear it in front of him. He went off to bring my dinner.
I closed the door behind Nirmal and went to the cupboard where the nightdress th

at Sanjeev gave was kept. I seriously did not notice it previously. Now taking i
t in my hands I felt pretty secured that it was not any flimsy dress. It was als
o saffron colored, coarse material cloth stitched like a short nighty. It was wi
th sleeves, thank god, and appeared decent to me though the length was short.
I did not go to the toilet as the room door was closed and started changing into
it. I was nude in a flash and was much relieved opening that tight blouse thoug
h a couple of hooks were open throughout Nirmal s presence. My boobs were actually
paining as the blouse cups were very tight on my youthful peaks. I wore the nig
hty over my head and looked in the mirror. The rough materials of the nighty tou
ching my nipples made them harden instantly. Never in my life did I get a turn o
n so many times in a day like this.
Little did I know then that this was nothing in comparison to what s been waiting
for me!
The dress was quite flowing and as the material was thick enough, my mature figu
re was not very evident through it. The dress ended just below my knees and henc
e I was not feeling too much exposed. After having looks at my figure wearing th
e nighty from different angles, I was quite convinced that am not looking vulgar
without my
undergarments. The only problem was my swollen nipple impressions, which no one
standing in front of me could miss, especially any male. But I thought there was
no way I could hide that and waited for Nirmal.
In no time, Nirmal was back. He was holding a tray that had my dinner, which inc
luded chapatis, dal, and vegetable. He was ogling at me I noticed and I tried to
limit my movements to restrain the jiggling movement of my round, freely hangin
g breasts.
Nirmal: I can wait and you can have your dinner and if you want anything more I
can bring that. Me: So kind of you Nirmal.
I pulled the table on which the dinner was kept near the cot and sat on the cot
to have the food. But as soon as I sat I became very conscious as my nighty rose
up a fair distance exposing my knees completely. And without even looking up to
him, I could bet Nirmal s eyes were glued to my exposed legs and knees.
Nirmal: Madam, you take your dinner and I will sit here.
Saying that without even giving me any chance to stop, he sat on the floor some
feet away from me. Initially I
thought that since they lead a sagacious life, they are habituated to sit on the
floor and moreover, there was no
chair in the room, so Nirmal sat on the ground. But the next moment I comprehend
ed the wickedness of this dwarf. Being a small man his eye level is itself much
lower than normal males and now sitting on the floor, he was actually getting an
upskirt view.
I was extremely alert the next moment, as I was not wearing a panty even and clo
sed my legs as far as possible. I
tried to stretch the cloth of the nighty a bit lower, but my plump ass was not a
llowing that. I looked down at Nirmal and his eyes were on my legs, but there wa
s a dissatisfied facial expression also as I had closed my legs and believe me,
it again made me smile. It was so funny looking.
I finished my dinner as quickly as possible and went to the toilet to wash hands
. Since Nirmal was seated still, he
enjoyed a very appealing rear view of my swaying buttocks in that short nighty f
rom a low angle, which was
accented when I had to bend to pick up the towel from the floor, which was kept
for drying purpose, but dropped
somehow from the wall hook. Believe me, it was not a deliberate effort from my e

nd at all, but that dwarf was lucky enough to get an unrestricted view of my pro
minent inviting ass cheeks as the material of the nighty stretched as I had to b
end down.
Nirmal left within some moments after that with the tray and bid me good night . Bu
t his eyes said as if he was
rewinding my bending down posture in his mind. I was feeling very uncomfortable
as a woman. When he left, I went to bed, but was restless. I was constantly thin
king did I cross the limit in front of Nirmal, what did he saw actually, was I l
ooking too indecent in that bent position? Ultimately I got out of bed and went
to the toilet straight and reproduced the scene before the mirror, as the toilet
-mirror was almost life size, as I told before.
I bent down to touch the wet floor of the toilet and looked through my legs at t
he mirror behind. Oh my god! I am
looking so very tempting in that pose with my full round buttocks on display wit
h my nighty rising up as well
exposing my fair legs adequately. Any male would love to see a matured woman in
that compromising pose. I was
shocked to see a slight hint of my long ass crack also through the nighty! It wa
s natural though as I was not
wearing a panty. I was feeling so ashamed, so guilty, and cursed myself. After s
ome moments I went to bed
somewhat dejected with me and with the mantra to be more careful on the future day
s in the ashram. I muttered
Jai Linga Maharaj for my actual goal, of conceiving a child, several times before
going to sleep.
Madam, Madam!
I woke up hearing that voice. It took a bit of time to regroup myself from sleep
, pulled down the nighty, which had
pushed up exposing my fair and firm thighs and got out of bed. It was a female v
oice! I was really surprised by that
as I did not see a woman there at least yesterday, nor did I notice that on the
first day when I came to the
ashram with my mother-in-law. I opened the door and there stood a middle-aged pl
ump woman with a smiling face.
Madam, my name is Meenakshi. I am Guru-ji s disciple. I did not meet you yesterday
as I was out of station for some days and had reached this morning only.
I looked at her now attentively. Meenakshi was elder than me in age, probably 35
, somewhat dark in complexion
with an oval face with very prominent womanly assets. She was wearing the ashram
dress code. I asked her to come
inside.
Me: Oh! A bit of relief seeing a woman here.
Meenakshi: Madam, there is no difference in male and female here. Guru-ji treats
every disciple equally. So you don t worry at all. Jai Linga Maharaj.
I also chanted the ashram theme mantra and asked her to wait, as I wanted to go
to the toilet first. When I came
back to the room, I found Meenakshi had already cleaned and prepared my bed and
was cleaning the room with a
broom.
Meenakshi: Madam, please get ready quickly as we need to be in front of Guru-ji
at 06:30 am. Here are your sterilized undergarments. Sanjeev handed over to me a
s they are dry now.

Me: Thanks a lot. You know yesterday the whole evening I was braless in front of
these males. Think of my condition. And to make things worse, I really had a to
rrid time with this blouse yesterday.
Saying that I pointed the blouse to her. She smiled.
Meenakshi: Yes, Nirmal told me its cups are smaller for your breast size.
I was bewildered time and again seeing the porousness of each event in the ashra
m! Everyone knows everything
here regarding me! Did Nirmal also tell everyone what grand view he got of my as
s as I bent in front of him? I was
perplexed.
Meenakshi: But no problem Madam, take Guru-ji s permission and I will do the needf
ul.
Me: For a change of blouse size, do I really need to bother Guru-ji?
Meenakshi: Yes Madam, as per ashram rule we need to inform any change to Guru-ji
, even if it is related to our
clothing.
I showed her how awkward my position was as I was unable to button the two upper
hooks of my blouse.
Meenakshi: Madam, you look very appealing with the buttons open. Your ones are s
tanding erect even without the
bra!
I blushed, but felt proud. I have got this compliment before also.
I turned from her now and wore my bra. It seemed I was wearing it after an era,
though it was only few hours on last evening. I felt so secured wearing that and
hastily wriggled up my panty with both hands to my waist and completed wearing
my sari in another couple of minutes.
Closing the door, we went ahead to Guru-ji.
appreciated in my mind even
being a female of her heavily swinging hips
y round in every part of her body, starting
sly down her bottoms, she seemed very agile
hurrying on to keep pace with her.

As Meenakshi walked in front of me I

below her sari. Though she looks ver
from her face, her boobs, and obviou
and walked at a brisk pace and I was

Guru-ji was sitting in a meditation position and welcomed me with a smiling face
. There was no other disciple present then. Within the next couple of minutes be
fore Meenakshi left the room what I saw was totally unbelievable to my eyes. I h
ave never seen such things done so openly!
Meenakshi: Guru-ji before you start talking to Anita, will you please listen to
a problem of mine? Guru-ji: What is it Meenakshi?
Meenakshi: Guru-ji, I had an acute pain last night in my waist and now though th
e pain is very less, I am still uncomfortable.
Guru-ji: Hmm. May be some sort of muscle ache, unless you have injured anything.
Let me see. Come here.
Guru-ji was
d still and
forward and
s such that

sitting on the floor. We were standing some feet away. Now I remaine
Meenakshi went
stood absolutely in front of him. To tell the truth the situation wa
Guru-ji s face was just in front of Meenakshi s honey pot. Then she turn

ed back and faced me. Now her heavy buttocks were almost
touching Guru-ji s face! Now I saw Guru-ji stretched both his hands from that sitt
ing position and touched her at the waist first and asked about pain. Meenakshi
nodded.
Then what Guru-ji did turned my ears hot even. He started palpating Meenakshi s hi
ps quite directly over the sari with both hands. As I was standing at an angle I
could see every movement of Guru-ji s hands on Meenakshi s hips. First it was light
palpation and then after a moment he was virtually kneading both ass cheeks wit
h both hands. It was looking more arousing as Guru-ji was doing this from a siti
ng posture! Meenakshi s rear portion was very round and copious in regard to any w
oman and thus Guru-ji s palms even when stretched fully to press were unable to
cover it fully. I was quite surprised to see Meenakshi s face, which was so normal
. This went for a few moments though and before Guru-ji stopped, I noticed he ju
st squashed her firm ass cheeks with both hands as a final
squeeze. Meenakshi was standing still so far, but due to the heat that must have
generated in her due to such
vigorous ass fondling moved about a bit and faced Guru-ji.
Was I unnecessarily thinking dirty about Guru-ji? My mind consoled me that this
might be the process to trace the
culprit muscle causing pain in the hips. But whatever, the way was very direct a
nd definitely this should not be done
in front of others, as it might lead to a wrong thinking.
Guru-ji: Meenakshi, you need to use hot compress on your hips and waist and take
this medicine twice daily.
Saying this, Guru-ji pulled out a box from his side and opened it and I saw ther
e are at least 40-50 small bottles
containing medicated colored solutions. Meenakshi left the room taking the medic
ine. Guru-ji now turned to me and asked to sit.
Guru-ji: Sorry Anita to keep you standing. I hope you are feeling much better no
w getting back your undergarments.
He smiled looking at my eyes. I nodded subtly feeling the natural shyness to suc
h comments, though I must admit that I am slowly getting familiar to it.
Guru-ji: Anita, from today I will start your treatment. Jai Linga Maharaj. Me: J
ai Linga Maharaj.
Guru-ji: Let me get some more details from you regarding your married life. Don t
be shy and do not hide anything. The mind must open up. You should tell me or as
k me about anything and everything that comes to your mind. Your issue is such i
f you do not open up, your treatment will not be perfect.
I nodded again.
Guru-ji: I just noted shyness in you when I mentioned about undergarment. Why An
ita? Till such time you feel
these are natural and normal things, your diksha is incomplete. As you are weari
ng a bra, I am wearing a brief under my clothes. What is there to be shy of, tel
l me?
Me: Err Yes Guru-ji. Nothing.
Guru-ji: Okay. How many times in a week did you copulate? Me: Twice a week in ge
neral.
Guru-ji: Did you get full satisfaction after the intercourse? I nodded my head.
Guru-ji: Did you feel you were fully aroused Anita while doing it or did you fee
l it could have been a longer process or a different style or anything of that s
ort?
Me: No Guru-ji. I never felt like that.

Guru-ji: Okay, then apparently most things are normal and mostly as you have reg
ular periods. Tell me Anita, in one session how many times did you copulate? Onc
e or more than once.
I was already feeling hot in the ears and my cheeks had turned red too out of wo
manly nervousness answering such things to a male.
Me: In the first few months of marriage twice, but for the last one year, its on
ce only.
Guru-ji: Anita, in the earlier days, did you have discharge from your vagina twi
ce? Were they amounted the same?
Me: Yes, but frankly speaking on some days, I did not discharge the second time,
but my husband discharged.
Guru-ji: Hmm. Do you discharge heavily?
Me: No, not much. I mean
My nervousness was gulping me from saying such private things.
Guru-ji: Tell me Anita. Regroup your words and open your mind.
Me: Actually I feel till now a days also that there is something hot
within me and did not come out even after the process is over.

that remained

Guru-ji: Okay Anita, relax. I have got the needful information.

There was silence for some moments, as Guru-ji closed his eyes and was meditatin
g.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj. Look Anita, your pregnancy will come only if you dis
charge more during intercourse. What I gathered it seems you are not getting aro
used enough to get total discharge of your fluids. This often happens to couples
, which is not very concerning. But the concerning part can be if even if you ar
e aroused fully, your vaginal discharge is inadequate.
Guru-ji gave a pause as if inviting the natural question from me. Me: If it s not
adequate, what happens Guru-ji?
Guru-ji: Look Anita, if discharge is scanty, the number of ovum produced is also
less and the pregnancy chance
decreases significantly. But be relaxed my dear, as there are ways to pull out y
our full vaginal discharge and also herbal medicines to enhance it. But you need
to obey my guidelines in toto.
Me: Guru-ji I would do anything to get pregnancy. I am really frustrated now. I
will do exactly as you order.
Guru-ji: Good Anita. But remember it s easier said than done. The first thing I wi
ll need is the measure of your vaginal discharge. Do you masturbate?
I was feeling thirsty now. I have never in my life faced such a question and was
really feeling very, very
embarrassed. I never tried such things. Whatever happened was natural with me. I
ts not that I didn t get
discharges before marriage, but they were all natural, through dreams mostly, an
d at times some brushing or groping in trains, buses, etc. and thinking about th
em later in bed with a pillow may be.
But now I was feeling puzzled how could I get a full vaginal discharge, as for t
hat I need to be aroused fully, only imagination would not lead to that. Most im
portantly, my husband is not here also.
Me: Yes, Guru-ji, very few times do I masturbate and the discharge also is very
less.

Guru-ji: Anita, you need to do exactly as I say. I need the measure of your vagi
nal discharge and based on that further treatment will be planned.
Me: But Guru-ji, without my husband

I cannot lie down with

Guru-ji: Anita, what are you thinking I don t know? Are you expecting that I will
ask you to lie down with another man to get your full discharge? I know you are
a housewife and your social limits.
I nodded and was somewhat assured now. But still I was not clear how would I get
fully aroused if I do not lie down with a male!
Guru-ji: The first part of the treatment is mind control. You have to only respo
nd to actions on your body naturally and wipe out everything else from mind. Do
not think who is with you, where you are, but just respond normally to situation
s that I will give you. Control your mind to the actions only. It will be done s
o very naturally, just like we are talking now and so don t worry at all, it s just
a treatment process. Jai Linga Maharaj!
I nodded to Guru-ji though perceived little about what exactly will be the treat
ment like.
Guru-ji: Let me summarize for you what will be the plan. First the medicine part
. You will take this herbal drug in
the morning after your first urine in empty stomach and at bedtime. The dosage i
s written on the bottle. Okay?
I nodded taking the medicine bottle from him.
Guru-ji: This is the second herbal extract that you will always take when you wi
ll go out of this ashram. And here is
an oil with which you need to massage your full body before taking bath in the n
oon. And every shower you take
must be with herbal water as you did during your diksha. I feel you start applyi
ng the oils from tomorrow, and not
today.
Me: Okay Guru-ji. I felt very fresh after the herbal water bath.
Guru-ji: Yes, the herbal extract helps to rejuvenate your organs and energy leve
l. But remember that the oil I just gave you must not be applied on your breasts
. For that, this is the oil, which should be used. I hope there will be no confu
sion if you can remember that the breast massage oil is green in color. Okay?
I nodded like an obedient student. I could realize my nipples jumped up within m
y bra hearing the words breast massage from a male.
Guru-ji: Anita, you will get the guidelines regarding your massage from Rajkamal
. You have probably not conversed with him because he remains busy most of the t
ime, as he is the ashram cook.
Me: Yes Guru-ji. I have not talked to him though saw him yesterday when I came h
ere.
Guru-ji: And now for the mind control part. This is very important. You keep thi
s special soaking pad and wear it for the next couple of days whenever you go ou
t of the ashram.
Guru-ji handed me over a small white square shaped cotton pad, which looked like
a big handkerchief folded to form a square. I was in a dilemma what to do exact
ly with it though Guru-ji said to wear it .

Me: How do I wear this Guru-ji?

I probably asked the most silly question of my life!
Guru-ji: Anita, I already told you that I must know how much discharge you are h
aving when aroused and this is a specialized pad with a measuring litmus paper w
ithin it, which will enable me to gauge that. You will have to place it within y
our panty over your pussy hole.
My ears turned red instantly hearing this. I avoided eye contact from Guru-ji ou
t of womanly shyness. Hearing the words panty and pussy directly from a male made my
condition worse, as the nipples grew more and so were my copious upper treasure
s giving me a tighter sensation, as my blouse was already stretched enough.
Guru-ji: Put it within your panty in such a way Anita so that it does not get sh
ifted. It needs to soak every drop so that I get the correct measure. I hope you
can manage that.
I nodded right away looking at the floor and wanted to end this discussion despe
rately. I felt like if I allowed more
on this topic, Guru-ji might ask to lift my sari to my waist and he would actual
ly put his hand within my panty to show me how to wear this pad.
Me: Okay Guru-ji. I got your point.
Guru-ji: Fine. Anita, I want you to have at least two orgasms per day for today
and tomorrow. Remember, every act that you will face might seem to be highly out
rageous, but is actually a part of your treatment. So you must be
taking it sportingly and allow for the incidents to happen in its natural path.
Jai Linga Maharaj!
Me: Jai Linga Maharaj.
Guru-ji: Anita, I also want you to participate in daily chores that we do. If yo
u feel, you can help in the kitchen. Similarly if you feel, you can participate
in pastime like yoga, swimming etc. in the afternoon.
Me: Okay Guru-ji. I will definitely do that which would suit me.
Guru-ji: You can go now Anita. You will get instructions from me via my disciple
s what to do, where to go, etc. Have faith in Linga Maharaj.
Me: Thanks Guru-ji. Jai Linga Maharaj!
I went out of his room and went back to my room. I was still tense about the min
d control part. As Guru-ji said, I
have to take it sportingly , but obviously being married was pretty much worried to
experience two orgasms in a
day without my husband. I only had such intense sexual pleasures in the early pa
rt of my marriage days. I consoled
myself at the same time that there is no other way out, as Guru-ji needs to know
if my discharge is normal or not.
At around 10:00 am Nirmal came tapping at my room door. By then I already had a
herbal bath. It was so
refreshing and bathing in front of the life size mirror in my toilet was as if m
aking me more shameless. The general 10-minute long bath got extended, as I stay
ed nude there for some more time appreciating my youthful figure in
the mirror. Before that I went to the kitchen and got introduced with Rajkamal a
nd helped him with some
vegetable cutting also.
Nirmal: Madam, please get ready. Guru-ji said to take you to the tailor as you a
re having problems with your blouse

fitting.
Me: But I did not tell Guru-ji in the morning about this. How did he know? Nirma
l: Meenakshi told Guru-ji.
I thanked in my mind to Meenakshi. She saved me from taking such an intimate iss
ue to Guru-ji. And the way Guruji asks direct question would have been another b
lushing episode for me.
Each time I see this dwarf I feel amused. I noted that his eyes were roaming mor
e on the lower portion of my figure. Realizing that I consciously avoided turnin
g my back to him while talking.
Me: Where is the tailor? Does he stay in the ashram?
Nirmal: No Madam. But not far at all, it s only five minutes walking from here. Ma
dam, I will not go with you; Uday will come and take you, as he is dedicated for
outside visits.
Me: Okay Nirmal. You can send Uday.
Nirmal: Madam, please make sure to take the medicine before going out of the ash
ram and to wear the pad.
He left the place with a wicked smile. I was again taken aback. This nitwit also
knows that I need to wear the pad within my panty!
I closed the door and had the medicine as per dosage and then went to the toilet
with the pad. Since I need to place the pad securely, I decided to get out of t
he sari and petticoat completely. So again I had to strip to an almost bikini po
sture as I had my bath only sometime ago. I pulled my panty half way down my fai
r buttocks and placed the pad covering my pussy hole and pulled the panty up aga
in. The touch of a foreign body on my pussy instantly gave me a turn on. But I t
ried to distract my mind from it and quickly wore my petticoat and sari. My blou
se as usual clung to my tight boobs with the upper hooks open, but at least I fe
lt assured that I would get a proper blouse to wear, as I need to stay here for
5-7 days now.
Uday had a charming personality, but with a very well built body. He told me he
teaches yoga here and is very
active in sporting events like kho-kho, kabbadi, swimming, etc. Any woman would
like his physical structure and
honestly I also appreciated in my mind his physique. We went out of ashram and t
ook the way by the big pond just outside the ashram. I noticed there was not muc
h residence, only a few and very scattered.
As I tried to walk swiftly to match Uday s steps through the grass filed, I began
facing my common problem. I
clearly felt my panty sliding off my smooth buttocks and getting shifted to a si
de due to my speedy walk. I know in no time it will roll into my ass crack if I
do not walk slowly. Though the pad was secure in the front, I felt very uncomfor
table within even though this was nothing new to me, as it s the same story with a
lmost all panties I wear. I had no other option but to walk a bit slowly and tha
nkfully Uday did not ask me why I decelerated.
Soon we reached the tailor s place. It was a small hut, so to say. As we knocked a
n elderly man came out. He must be at least 55-60 years, almost my father s age. H
e was wearing thick spectacles and was wearing a lungi. He
appeared very feeble.
Uday: Master-ji, our Madam is having some problem with her blouse, can you see i
f you can correct that. Master-ji: But I right now I am busy taking measurements
. It will take some time.
Uday: Okay Master-ji, she will wait for a while.
The tailor looked at me. His eyesight seemed to be weak, as he looked quite a wh
ile at me through his thick glasses.

At that time another man came out of the house, he was middle aged, may be aroun
d 40, very thin, also wearing a
lungi.
Master-ji: Ramlal take Madam inside. I am coming from toilet.
Uday whispered in my ears that Ramlal was Master-ji s brother, who helped him in h
is tailoring and that they can stitch a blouse in only a couple of hours. Since
it took at least a week to sew a blouse by our town s ladies tailor, I was quite i
mpressed hearing it.
Uday: Madam, I really have nothing to do here now. I would advise you to get a n
ew blouse stitched by Master-ji. I will go to the village and pick you up from h
ere in an hour.
I nodded knowing nothing what waited for me there and Uday was gone. Ramlal: Com
e with me Madam.
His voice was very harsh and he looked rough too. He was ogling like most males
at my upright breasts. He led me to a very small room. There was a sewing machin
e at the right side, a sari hanging diagonally on the left, and a heap of colore
d clothes. The room was undoubtedly humid, as there was no ventilation except th
e door. A dim bulb
illuminated the room and a table fan was giving air. Since I came from outside,
it took some seconds to get
accustomed to the light and I noticed a girl was standing there also at one corn
er.
Ramlal: Sorry for the inconvenience Madam. There is not much space here. Masterji will finish taking the measurements of this girl and then attend you. You sit
on this stool till such time.
I was about to look intently at the girl who was standing at the corner of the r
oom, but saying the above Ramlal forwarded me the stool, but kept on holding to
that. I was rather irritated by his act, because if I sit now I will have to put
part of my buttocks on his fingers and naturally I reacted heatedly.
Me: What is this? How can I sit if you hold the stool like this?
Ramlal: Madam, don t get angry please. I am not sure if it can take your weight. Y
esterday only one toppled and got
hurt.
I understood and smiled on my own seeing the condition of the stool. Me: Yes, yo
ur stool looks like you in health.
The girl who was standing there also laughed at my comment. Ramlal of course smi
led big like a rascal showing his
teeth, but did not remove his fingers from the stool top and I had to sit on tha
t as he was supporting it. I was
conscious enough not to sit on his fingers directly, but the position was such,
his fingers got partially pressed
between my firm ass cheeks and the wooden tool as I sat. I cannot say about Raml
al s feeling, but I bet he must
have enjoyed the roundness of this 28-year-old housewife, but the very contact o
f male fingers on my smooth
bottom triggered my heartbeat. I promptly compelled him to leave the stool and a
djusted on it myself.
I looked at the girl now. She was a teenager wearing a ghagra-choli. Clearly she
was not wearing a bra and her
nipples were quite evident through her thin blouse. I looked at Ramlal s eyes to s
ee whether he was eyeing them,
but was shocked to find he was instead eyeing my cleavage! I instantly adjusted
my pallu, which was displaced, to
conceal my cleavage and to stop the free show he was getting due to the two open
hooks of my blouse. By this time

Master-ji was back.

Master-ji: Madam, sorry to keep you waiting. I will finish within five minutes.
Then what happened in the next five minutes was more appalling and I had never s
een such offensive thing done in a tailor shop in my life. Master-ji went up to
the girl who came for a choli stitching and took all measurements with his hands
, I mean stretching his fingers! There was no tape, though there was a measureme
nt string. I was
dumbstruck. Master-ji took all measurements starting from her sleeves, her shoul
der, her back, her armpits, and obviously her twin cups with his fingers and Ram
lal verified that with the measurement string and jotted down in a notebook. I n
oted that the girl was quite nonchalant in spite of continuous stroking and touc
hing of her youthful boobs by Master-ji. I felt my heart would miss a bit when M
aster-ji took a measurement with his thumb poking exactly the girls upright nippl
e and his middle finger touching her boob base.
The measurement was over soon and the girl went away. Now I had to ask the obvio
us to this tailor duo. Me: Master-ji, why don t you use the tape for measurement?
Master-ji: Madam, I have more faith in my hands rather than on the tape. I am st
itching blouse for 30 years now and there has been little complaint from my cust
omers. Madam, don t think since I stay here means I stitch only for villagers, my
blouse go to the metro cities also. I also stitch undergarments for 10 years Mad
am, and I had no major complaints on such delicate things also. And all are done
based on my finger measurements.
Master-ji seemed determined to convince me about his style of taking measurement
.
Master-ji: Madam, look at your side to that heap. All those bra and panty would
go to the cities and you would
purchase that in attractive packs from shop. If this method was not correct, cou
ld I run this business for such a
long time Madam?
I looked at the heap of colored clothes, which though I noted entering the room,
but due to the dim light was
unable to perceive what they were and moreover I came from direct sunlight from
outside. Now visibility was clear and I noticed a heap of brassiere and panty of
different colors. I really had no idea that these can be stitched as well like
the blouse.
Me: I thought Master-ji that the undergarments we buy are machine-made.
Master-ji: No Madam, not all. Some like these are hand-made too and these also a
re hand measured on different
women.
He paused for a second and continued.
Master-ji: Madam since you are from the town, you feel shy seeing me take measur
ements like this. But believe me Madam, this actually gives a better fit to the
blouse. If I give you an example, you might understand, there are so many types
of toothbrush in the market, isn t it? Some with an angled top, some with curvy br
istles, etc. etc., but Madam why so many variations? Because the toothbrush is n
ot that flexible moving on our denture unlike our
finger, which is so very flexible.
I was listening curiously now, though he was old and feeble, was explaining in a
nice way.

Master-ji: Same is the case here Madam, tape is not the best tool to measure fem
ale anatomy. Fingers and hand flexibility is a better tool.
I was more or less convinced by Master-ji s narration and did not want to bother t
oo much on this issue. Afterall, it s a just five minute measurement session.
Master-ji: Okay Madam. Let us come to your problem now. What is the problem with
your blouse? This one also is sewed by me only.
Master-ji had a smile on his face now. Ramlal by this time was busy with the sew
ing machine stitching some cloth. Me: Master-ji though it is 32 size as per the
ashram, the cups are too small for me.
Master-ji: Ramlal, give Madam a 34 size blouse to try out.
I was surprised that he did not even bother to see my blouse once to look for th
e problem. Me: But Master-ji I wear 32 size.
Master-ji: Madam, when you said you are having problem with the cups, first let
me fix that, other things can be altered in the machine in a minute, isn t it?
Ramlal searched from the cupboard and came to me with a red blouse. He stretched
the material and saw the
blouse cups and looked offensively at my twin peaks and handed me the blouse. Th
is scoundrel s looks were so dirty!
Ramlal: You go to the back of that sari and change Madam.
Me: But I cannot here change like this
I was not finding the proper words. The sari cover level was only till my bust l
ine and secondly since the room was too small the proximity was too close for a
woman to change clothes with males present there.
Master-ji: Madam, have you noticed my spectacles? I cannot even see clearly obje
cts a couple of feet away through
these thick glasses. Madam, you are absolutely safe here to change.
Me: No, no, I am not saying that
Master-ji: Ramlal, bring some tea for us.
That was a masterstroke to convince me. I had little to counter his words now. I
did not argue any more and went behind the sari at the corner of the room. I fa
ced the wall deliberately as the place was so very exposed. The sari diagonally
tied up to wall hooks was not an adequate cover at all.
Master-ji: Madam, there is a lot of dust and dirt on the floor. It would be bett
er if you do the drop your sari on
the floor.
Me: Okay Master-ji.
I said okay , but found that if I do not drop my pallu on floor, I will have to hol
d it with one hand, but that way I cannot change my blouse because I need both h
ands free to open my blouse hooks and to take that off my body. I found that onl
y way is to tuck the pallu in my waist and change.
I opened my blouse completely and was in my bra now. I was feeling very relaxed
as that Ramlal was not in the room and took the 34-size blouse off the wall hook
and wore it. After putting on all the hooks, I felt the blouse was a bit loose
everywhere, on my cups, on my shoulder and at the base of my boobs too and was n
ot fitting me.
Getting me pallu back on my shoulder I went out in front of Master-ji though kno
wing very well that Master-ji would check my blouse and I will again have to dro

p the pallu off my upper treasures.

Master-ji: I thought it would have been better if you had taken off the sari com
pletely Madam, as I will have to
take check your blouse and you may have to try another one for exact fitting. It
will be uncomfortable for you each
time
There was no need to complete the sentence I thought and interupped. Me: Yes Mas
ter-ji. You are right.
Since Ramlal was not there, I took off my sari in front of Master-ji. I got out
of it and Master-ji helped me to hold my sari so that it does not reach the dirt
y floor. I was surprisingly not feeling uncomfortable without a sari in
front of an unknown male, especially considering Master-ji s age and poor eye visi
on. So now I was more or less in the same state like the teenage girl whom I saw
initially in the room. The only difference being I am wearing my
inner wears, which the girl was not.
Ramlal just then entered the room with tea.
Ramlal: Madam, have this tea, this is a special one with...
He stopped abruptly seeing me in that state. My matured pointed boobs were enoug
h to turn this scoundrel s head and through my thin petticoat layer he could proba
bly make out my well-formed thighs also. I thought I should not give much attent
ion to his looks.
Ramlal:

with ginger Madam.

Ramlal kept the tray on the dirty floor before I could stop him. The floor was n
ot only dirty, but I noted cockroaches and small rats running around here and th
ere!
Me: Why is the condition of this room such Master-ji?
Master-ji: Madam, I am sorry for that, but in the initial days I tried to kill t
hese insects etc., but this place seems to be a breeding place of these animals
and with time, I am habituated with them.
He smiled though I was not at ease at all in that room with the dirt and the ins
ects. Master-ji: Have the tea Madam and then I will check your fitting.
Saying that he bent down and picked up a cup and sipped tea. Ramlal was already
sipping sitting on the machine. I
also took a couple of steps forward and bent down to pick the cup from the tray
on the floor. As I bent, I realized
my blouse was creating a gap with my boobs and my mangoes almost popped over my
bra. I knew the valley between
my wheat-colored breasts was getting exposed, but I had to pick up the cup from
the floor. So, I tried my best to
hide my deep cleavage with my left hand and picked up the cup swiftly. Seeing me
do that I saw Ramlal chuckle. The
rascal.
Master-ji: Okay Madam, lets check your blouse now.
Saying that he came near to me, within one foot. I was just slightly breathing h
eavily as a male came so close to me. He was taller than me and as he looked dow
n at my blouse-covered boobs, with each breath, the top of my boobs were getting
slightly more visible to him over my blouse. I blushed a little on my own.
Master-ji: It looks far from fitting Madam. Let me check exactly how much loose
it is.

As Master-ji got closer to me, I could smell the sweat of his body. The smell of
male sweat made me took a deep breath. He started to check the sleeves of my bl
ouse first. He started with my left hand and inserted one finger through the sle
eve end and touched directly on my arm. He continued this for a while and was sl
owly rubbing his finger on my left arm while touching the cloth.
Master-ji: Ramlal, sleeves lose by 5 strings. Let me check the back now. Madam,
can you turn round and face
Ramlal?
Ramlal was noting in a notebook behind me. Now I turned my body to him to face h
im and he openly gazed at my
erect breasts. How irritating! The room, being small and congested, was hot also
and I was sweating now. My
armpits were wet already and I lowered my eyes to note that wet patches in my ar
mpits were evident on the
blouse. At that moment, I almost stirred up at Master-ji s comment. For a while th
ough I noted that Master-ji was
not touching the back of my blouse despite the fact that I had turned, but I was
more concerned about that
Ramlal s gazes.
Master-ji: Madam, please don t mind but I must say that your panty is more ill fit
ting than this blouse. Me: What?
Master-ji: Madam, madam, please do not get angry at my words. As you turned back
the light fell in such a way on
your back that I can clearly see through your petticoat. If you don t believe my w
ords, ask Ramlal to come this side
and check.
Me: No, no. No need to check anything. I trust your words.
I had to admit that I trust my tailor s words that he has seen my panty through my
petticoat and somehow
resisted Ramlal to come to my backside to check that. My hands automatically wen
t on to my ass out of womanly shyness and I stupidly tried to cover my round ass
with my palm.
Me: But how do you know
Master-ji thankfully intercepted in between because I did not know what to ask a
ctually.
Master-ji: Madam, I don t know where from do you buy these, it has shrunk like a r
ope.
I thought for a
his old man and
arding my panty
Master-ji about

while and concluded that there is no harm telling the truth to t

the tailor is the only person who can find a solution for me reg
problem. Thinking on that line, shedding all my shyness, I told
it.

Master-ji: This is not a problem Madam at all. Look at that heap. At least 30-40
panties are there and none of
them would curl up to the center like your one. Ramlal, bring one from there and
I will explain the problem to
Madam.
I was somewhat scared now out of natural shyness to talk regarding my panty in f
ront of two males. I quickly tried to shift Master-ji s focus.
Me: Master-ji, please understand my priority. Please fix my blouse first. I cann

ot stand like this forever. If you can get this done first
Master-ji: Right, right Madam, I must finish with your blouse first.
I was breathing quite heavily and automatically standing with my legs spread a l
ittle, as I felt wetness slightly
building up in my pussy. Master-ji started to stretch the back of my blouse to s
ee how loose it was. In the process,
he also was rubbing my smooth back with his fingers. I felt he pulled the back o
f my blouse and I felt his hot
breath on my bare back. Instantaneously his warm touch and breathing made my nip
ples jump within my bra. I
thought Master-ji must have been clearly seeing my bra strap inside, as he has p
ulled the back of my blouse a fair
amount.
I was feeling a bit uneasy and shifted a bit and by doing that I invited more me
ss, as my round ass globe directly
hit Master-ji in his crotch area and I felt his firm lund within his lungi pokin
g its head. He also must have felt the
firmness of my full ass. I blushed and giggled on my own thinking the hardness o
f his lund considering his age.
Master-ji: Madam, it is quite lose at your back too. Ramlal, 7 strings at the ba
ck U and 4 strings on the side U.
I nodded in agreement. Master-ji then walked in front of me and he took his face
towards my blouse and now being so near could clearly see my mammaries going up
and down. He got his face even closer to my mangoes on the
pretext of checking the fitting. Master-ji was so near to me now that I could fe
el his breath bouncing off my
boobs. I did not mind anything, as I knew his vision was poor.
Master-ji: Madam, it is lose from the front too.
He said while pulling my blouse a little in the front to see how loose it was fr
om the front. As Master-ji pulled my blouse, I saw that rascal Ramlal s eyes almos
t popped out, as the scene was extremely sexy now.
Master-ji: Madam, now raise your hands up and be in that position as I take the
measurement.
I lifted my hands and naturally my firm boobs exposed more over my blouse due to
this stretching and more of my cleavage was on display to these two males. As I
was sweating also and with my arms extended, the outline of my bra was more evi
dent from the front also. Master-ji now put his right middle finger to the side
of my heaving left breast and the thumb extended on almost my nipple. I clearly
shivered by this unique sensual hand measurement. This man was directly touching
my boob standing in front of me in the name of measurement and I have to allow
that. Thankfully it was a swift process and then Master-ji brought the middle fi
nger at the center of my breast where the thumb was and stretched the middle fin
ger to the hooks.
Master-ji: Ramlal, cup one full H and quarter.
Ramlal noted that and also measured the stretched fingers of master-ji with a st
ring and noted that.
Master-ji: Madam, now I need to know how tight you want the blouse to be so that
you are comfortable. I nodded without knowing how he would guess that.
Master-ji: You might feel a bit odd, but that s my process for first time measurem

ents. Madam, just think as if my palm is your blouse cover. I will press slowly
and you have to only signal me when you are most comfortable
regarding the tightness on your cups.
Oh! My god! What does this old thug say! He plans to cup my breast openly now! A
nd he feels this is just a bit odd for a married woman of 28 years. I would slap a
ny male doing that to me. I had to object to this.
Me: But Master-ji is there no other way to
Master-ji again tried to convince me.
Master-ji: Madam, you are facing this problem with the 32 size blouse ashram gav
e you. It was measured on a thinner female than you, so if you do not give the e
xact size, either it will be lose there or too tight.
Me: Master-ji, actually, I would have been comfortable with a tape. Please.
I said in a pleading voice. I do not know what went through Master-ji s mind, but
he agreed to me!
Master-ji: Okay, okay Madam, if you are not at ease, I will not force you. I wil
l stitch it as per your cup size. It will certainly be slightly lose or tight an
d you will have to adjust.
I was so much relieved. And just then happened a frightful incident. Ramlal scre
amed like anything and jumped to
my side almost colliding with me. Master-ji also went a couple of steps back and
pulling my hand held me back.
Initially I did not notice anything, but when I looked at the door, there were a
couple of snakes standing there.
Ramlal: It s a cobra Master-ji. Beware.
Master-ji: Yes, I have seen that. No one should move now.
The snakes were almost guarding the doorway and if they proceed towards us there
was nowhere to move, as the room was too small. The snakes were quite big and s
lowly moving their heads and seemed to keep a watch on us. I was very much frigh
tened seeing snakes so close. Ramlal seemed to be also very scared, but Master-j
i was
relatively cool. Master-ji said he encountered snakes here before, but never in
the room like this. For the next few minutes, Master-ji tried many ways like mak
ing a move towards them or throwing an article to them and virtually left no sto
ne unturned, but was unsuccessful to turn those snakes away.
I was sweating profusely now, in the heat and also due to fear.
Master-ji: There is only one way we can get rid of these snakes. We need to offe
r them milk and they might drink and move away, otherwise any moment they can at
tack us.
I also thought that s a good idea and probably the only way to get out of this dre
adful situation.
Ramlal: But Master-ji, I have to go out to bring milk for snake, but they are on
the doorway and surely would bite me if I try doing something silly.
Me: Right Master-ji. No one can go out. Then what to do?
Master-ji thought for a while and then said,
s situation.

Madam, you can only save us from thi

Me? I was very astonished. How can I help out this situation?
Master-ji: Madam, you have the natural milk. Please get out some milk and feed t
hese snakes, then only the snakes
might go.
I was simply dumbstruck!
What does this old ruffian mean? I need to squeeze out milk from my breasts for
these snakes! I was getting
confused. But due to this awful situation, I could not even work out in my mind
of an alternative too. There were droplets of sweat on my exposed breast area an
d I could realize I was sweating more throughout my body due to this abnormal si
tuation I am in.
Master-ji: Madam, please think with a cool head. Milk will satisfy these snakes
and we might be saved. It will take only some minutes for you to get it from you
r breasts.
Ramlal: Madam, please. I also have a bowl here for my eating purpose in which yo
u can get out the milk.
I understood the situation, but since I was childless till then, milk formation
was not there in my breasts. These two males did not know that. I had no other w
ay but to reveal that to Master-ji.
Me: Master-ji, I mean err
probably that

I do not have a child till now. So, you can understand

Master-ji was witty enough to get what I meant and exclaimed,

d Madam, but then the only hope is also gone!

Oh! I can understan

I was so thankful that Master-ji understood me at once, but that rascal Ramlal w
as after me.
Ramlal: But Madam, I have heard if proper sucking is done on the breasts, unmarr
ied females can also produce milk. Me: Just shut up! Master-ji, please
Master-ji: Ramlal, don t talk rubbish. What do you mean? You will suck Madam s breas
t and milk will come out? Milk will only form in Madam s breasts after she gets pr
egnant at least once. Didn t you hear that Madam has not been pregnant till now.
I was feeling very embarrassed, as Master-ji instead of speaking in general term
s, told Ramlal using my direct
example. Me being a matured married woman could not escape the heat hidden in th
ose words and was feeling the womanly tightness in my boobs. I could not look di
rectly to Master-ji in some shame and had to adjust my bra from the sides to acc
ommodate my heavy breathing.
Simultaneously I was sweating profusely and my white bra was now very clearly vi
sible over my blouse and below
also, I began to look indecent, as the thin layer of petticoat was now soaked wi
th drops of sweat on my thighs. I
looked down from the corner of my eyes and realized that my petticoat was clingi
ng to my well-formed thighs in a
lewd manner. I pulled and jerked the cloth of the petticoat in a reluctant way s
o that it did not look very obvious to
these males.
One thing was puzzling for me that the snakes were not approaching us; they both
remained stationed at the doorway only. They were gently swaying their heads st
anding in an upright position. And due to their strategic position it was imposs
ible for anyone of us getting out of this room without being bitten by them.
Ramlal: But Master-ji, then what to do?

There was silence for a while and then Master-ji came up with an idea, which was
the most bizarre and weird I have ever heard.
Master-ji: Eureka!
The old man almost jumped and both Ramlal and me were surprised seeing his react
ion. Master-ji: Please listen to me carefully Ramlal. You can save us.
Ramlal looked equally puzzled as me.
Master-ji: Listen to me carefully. I can see only one way of getting the milk an
d get rid of these snakes. But since Madam does not yet have developed milk in h
er breasts, I have this plan.
He paused. I wondered what he is up to!
Master-ji: Madam, these snakes will not be able to differentiate between milk an
d a white liquid. So what I feel is we can fool the snakes with a white liquid,
which is not actually milk. Ramlal, you will masturbate here and pour your fluid
in the bowl and we will fool the snakes with that white solution.
There was pin drop silence in the room, only the slight hissing of the snakes co
uld be heard. I did not know what to
say. Even though I appreciated in my mind the idea, but looking at the practical
angle was highly scared. An
unknown middle-aged lower class male will masturbate in front of me, a grownup l
ady of 28; that too married!
I was truly feeling very edgy and uncomfortable now and could not counter also a
s I do not have any alternative way to get rid of this situation. Giving milk to
snake to get rid of them seemed to be the wisest decision to me.
Ramlal: Master-ji, will it work?
Master-ji: Nothing works, Ramlal, till we try. Madam, I know it will be somewhat
uncomfortable for you, but as you do not have the milk in your breast, you can
also realize
Me: I can understand Master-ji.
What would I say more? The very thoughts of this idea was giving me a wild turn
on and more so as I was not fully dressed also for a long time now.
Master-ji: Ramlal, do not waste time, as anytime the snakes may proceed to us. R
amlal: Master-ji, how can I do it fast? I need the time. I need to think.
At this comment, I could not stop laughing and Ramlal probably was encouraged se
eing me reacting positively to such a hot issue.
Ramlal: Madam, this man will not be able to remember when he last did
is telling me to do it fast.

that , and he

I again giggled at his comment, which I knew I should not, but I was somehow fee
ling quite aroused at this
development. Little did I know that the medication, which I took just before lea
ving the ashram with Uday, also had its effect on me.
Master-ji: Okay, okay, if needed I will show you what I can still do.
Ramlal: You will surely get a heart attack Master-ji. Am I wrong Madam?
I had to smile and nod at this lower class filthy discussion. Ramlal was now abo
ut to start and I was having a
pounding in my heart with my nipples fully taut within my bra. Ramlal turned to
the wall and took off his lungi, now he was in his underwear and vest only. I sa

w he took both his hands towards his crotch and started with the
process facing the wall. He was time and again turning his head looking at the d
oor too at the snakes.
After some moments he confessed reality.
Ramlal: Master-ji, I cannot think of anything at all. The scariness is more in m
y mind due to these snakes. My lund is not getting erect Master-ji.
There was silence. Ramlal was facing us now and he was holding on to his dick wi
thin his underwear and I could
clearly make out its position. His underwear was of thin material and I saw his
lund was hanging like a big banana.
Master-ji: Hmm. What to do then? Madam?
I had nothing to say and before I could say anything also Master-ji bowled me ov
er.
Master-ji: Okay Ramlal, do one thing. You look at Madam and try to masturbate. S
eeing a female should help you. Me: What?
Master-ji: Madam, if looking at you can help him, let him. We need the milk that s
all. Me: But Master-ji this is absolutely
I was feeling so ashamed that my voice choked. My feeble resistance was not enou
gh to stop these males.
Master-ji: Madam please cooperate. Madam, if you feel very shy, you can do one t
hing, you can turn to the wall and Ramlal will see you from behind and try to ma
sturbate.
Ramlal: Yes Madam, I will try this.
The rascal was now smiling very wickedly. Seeing no other alternative, I agreed
and went a couple of steps towards the wall and turned my back to Master-ji and
Ramlal.
I was almost tongue-tied as I had never been in such a state before or after mar
riage. I did notice on road or at
gatherings males staring at my erect boobs or my swaying hips, but not such deli
berate thing ever happened. Ramlal must be gaping at my full ass now as I was fa
cing the wall. I remembered while I was combing my hair in our
bedroom once, my husband commented looks a big ripe pumpkin darling looking at my
petticoat-covered ass. I do not know if Ramlal was thinking the same. My pettico
at string was tied just at the curve of my waist to my hips. I wish today I had
tied it a bit up towards my navel. My bulging ass cheeks must be appearing very
alluring and more so as my panty had long ago curled like a ope in my ass crack.
Ramlal: Madam, you look so beautiful from the backside. Thank god, you are not w
earing the sari, it covers so much of your treasure.
Master-ji: Madam, Ramlal is so correct. You back is very attractive.
Master-ji also now joined Ramlal in praising my figure. I had nothing to say and
could only utter, Please do it fast. After a gap of few seconds, there was anothe
r request coming from that scoundrel Ramlal.
Ramlal: Madam, still I cannot concentrate, these snakes are moving their head so
much that my eyes are going towards them.
Me: What can I do for that?

I was a bit irritated now, but Master-ji quickly controlled the situation.
Master-ji: Ramlal, you come close to Madam and I will keep an eye on the snakes.
Don t fear. Madam, you also help him a bit to masturbate quickly.
Me: What more shall I do?
Master-ji: Madam, you can do a lot. Right now, you are only standing like a stat
ue Madam. I think if you can be a
little bit cooperative and can just err I mean if you can move your waist in rhyt
hm, the work will be easier for
Ramlal.
Me: What do you mean Master-ji?
Master-ji: Madam nothing much. Just as the snakes are constantly shaking their h
eads and keeping an eye on us,
you just hold the wall and move your waist rhythmically just like a dancer. Mada
m, please consider the situation for Ramlal also - these poisonous snakes behind
and we are asking him to
Me: Okay, okay I understand.
And what did I understand? That I have to sway my petticoat-covered hips in rhyt
hm so that this scoundrel Ramlal gets excited and get his lund erect. I thought
it s no use wasting time and started as Master-ji suggested. I lifted both my arms
slightly upwards at the level of my eyes and held the wall and started moving m
y hips in a flowing way. I remember my school days when I used to be in dance cl
ass and that experience is coming handy today!
Master-ji and Ramlal both exclaimed with positive reactions at my hip movement a
nd I had to tell them that in my
teenage days, I used to take dance lessons. I turned my head for a second and sa
w Ramlal was in close proximity
now, and his eyes were glued to my swinging ass. I was feeling very, very hot no
w doing all this. I continued with my
gyration and heard deep breathing of Ramlal at my back, as there was hardly any
sound in the room. I myself was
getting horny now and was feeling the tightness in my bra, as the very idea of m
yself moving my ass like a dancer to
get a male masturbate!
After some moments I heard nothing and felt restless and turned towards Master-j
i and Ramlal. I realized that my
pussy had started flowing fluids due to the heat generated in me from this abnor
mal, but erotic situation. I simply
blushed seeing Ramlal s erect lund looking like a protruding rod within his underw
ear and he was constantly stroking
it with both his hands. It was looking certainly very tempting to me, and for th
at matter, to any matured woman
this is a very welcome sight. Ramlal was slightly taken by surprise by my turnin
g to him and he stammered.
Ramlal: Its err not done yet Madam.
I was getting thrill now from the situation and I felt like being naughty. I won
dered how this was happening within me? I am such a homely housewife, so conserv
ative in dressing and approach, so shy about exhibitionism, so
sensitive to male touching and groping; little did I know that the medication wa
s also guiding my senses now. Looking directly to Ramlal s eyes for the first time
probably, I smiled.
Me: How long will it take Ramlal?

Master-ji: Madam, I think he needs a little more assistance from you.

Me: Tell me that Master-ji, I am not an astrologer, I cannot read his mind.
I could not take my eyes off Ramlal s erect dick. I was feeling really hot now see
ing that ready rod , and I was
breathing heavily, my 28-year-old youthful body getting taut for that lund.
Master-ji: Madam, you just continue your semi dancing posture, and please allow
Ramlal to touch you on your
Master-ji deliberately left the sentence incomplete to see my reaction, he was a
n experienced man and readily saw that I had little objection, as by now I was i
n full womanly heat .
Master-ji: Madam, I promise he will not touch you anywhere else. I think this wi
ll readily get his fluids out of him.
In normal circumstances, I would have given a tight slap if a male wants to touc
h me on my ass, though it s not that unknown males have never touched me there. In
the crowded trains or buses, I had no doubt felt their hands over my sari or sa
lwar on my firm globes, both upper and lower, but it cannot be compared to today s
incident.
Honestly I felt like being touched now. I even felt like removing my blouse and
bra completely because of the heat
in the room and also within my body. It not only made my bra wet with sweat, but
also my heaving flesh was trying
to as if break the shackles of my undergarment. I readily agreed to the proposal
, but obviously tried not to show
that.
Me: Okay Master-ji, as you say, but please do it fast.
I turned to the wall again and started to swing my hips like a dancer holding th
e wall in front of me. This time I was
more eager to do this action and swung my hips more in a circular fashion. I mus
t be looking awfully vulgar being a
28-year-old woman with a matured figure doing this hip movement wearing a blouse
and petticoat and hence
naturally Ramlal was also up to the task in a flash and I felt his grip on my ri
ght ass check almost instantaneously.
Ramlal: What a gaand you have Madam. It s so smooth and firm.
Master-ji: When it looks so good, must be good in taste also.
I heard Master-ji and Ramlal s chuckles. Ramlal was pinching hard on my macro-size
d bottoms each time I swung my
hips to the right and to the left. His pinches fell on my ass cheeks, just cover
ed by the thin petticoat, as my panty
had already bunched up to my ass crack and I was quite sure Ramlal could feel th
at with his fingers and readily
identified that only the thin layer of cloth was separating his fingers from tou
ching a 25+ lady s naked ass cheeks.
Master-ji: Madam, you are looking too sexy from the back. Ramlal, you are so luc
ky.

Ramlal: Master-ji, you do not see these things at this age and better keep an ey
e on the snakes.
We all laughed at his comment. I was laughing shamelessly stirring my round bott
om and getting pinched there at
random by that scoundrel. I thought if someone pulls up my petticoat to my waist
, my ass cheeks would surely look
red by this vigorous pinching. My pussy was all wet by now and had a heavy flowi
ng. I realized soon that Ramlal had
taken both his hands off his dick and was stroking my gaand now. He cupped my ea
ch ass cheek in each palm and
was squeezing those like an air horn, as I swung my ass with more force now due
to his rough fondling.
Master-ji: Ramlal, be quick, the snakes are advancing!
There was an alert from Master-ji. I do not know whether Ramlal at all heard it,
as he was so much engrossed in
crushing my gaand with both hands. I was writhing in ecstasy due to this male fo
ndling on my very sensitive organs, the ass and was muttering in sexual pain. I
just then felt Ramlal had taken his palms off my gaand and I thought he must hav
e heard Master-ji s alert.
No way. Ramlal was now demanding more! Till such time he was touching and squeez
ing me and now without even taking permission, he started pulling my petticoat u
p from my back exposing my fair legs.
Me: What are you doing. Stop. Stop. Master-ji!
I was enjoying every bit of his touching over my clothes, but now I was suddenly
afraid of getting molested by this
ruffian. Before I could offer a substantial resistance, he took the advantage of
being at my back and lifted my
petticoat almost to my thighs and grabbed my thighs with his rough hands. His fi
ngers were touching the naked
skin of my midthigh almost and he buried his face on my round ass. It was a very
sensuous position for me. A male
grabbing me from behind, pulling my dress above my knees, touching me on my firm
thighs, and at the same time
rubbing his face on my gaand! Master-ji did not interrupt and I had to be in thi
s compromising position for some
significant time meekly struggling. L
Lastly I cried out when that rascal bite me on my firm ass cheek over my pettico
at and started poking his thick
nose into my ass crack. My panty was already bunched up there and now he was thr
usting his nose hard there and
honestly that was a terrific feeling. Simultaneously his hands embraced my naked
thighs under my petticoat.
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
I could not take that any more and started cumming heavily. My whole body was wr
ithing in sexual delight and the
pad inside my panty was fully wet now. My resistance was getting weaker and Raml
al seeing the opportunity without
any delay crawled his fingers over my silky thighs and went up and up to touch m
y most private organ. Though I was
adequately covered by my petticoat on my hips and in the front too, Ramlal s hands
made me naked inside.

I had sexual pleasures with my husband no doubt, but this was entirely different
, a new sexual feeling as if due the abnormal situation buildup and the people.
Ramlal also in no time had his fluids coming out of his lund and this time I had
his lund darshan also as he poured that hot white fluid into a bowl. This was the
first time I was seeing a male dick apart from my hubby s! I could hear my heart
beat seeing that black rod oozing the white fluid. Oh! What a site! All women lo
ve that, but not to go in waste like this, but to be in their honey pots.
I now tried to do mind control as Guru-ji advised me in the morning. I already h
ad my first orgasm out of the total four I need in two days as per Guru-ji. I qu
ickly adjusted my clothing, though there was not much left to do. Ramlal stood t
here half naked with his lund hanging like a banana again as his erection was go
ne due to the discharge. My condition was also like Ramlal s penis, fully exhauste
d.
Master-ji now took the bowl from Ramlal and kept a safe distance and offered his
semen to the snakes and to my
utter disbelief the snakes started sipping that! But after gulping some, they li
fted their heads from the bowl and
thankfully turned back and left the room quietly. We all were so relieved and th
e whole episode ended there.
Not much happened after that, except for Master-ji did give me a better fitting
blouse tallying the measurements
noted in the notebook and I wore that in front of these two males taking my pres
ent blouse off and giving them a
clear view of my fair, smooth back and midriff, the only cover being my bra stra
p, and then I wore my sari, and
before I left
Master-ji: Okay Madam, all s well that ends well. We are saved from the snakes. Th
anks for your cooperation. But do let me know if you feel a problem with this ne
w blouse. I will send a couple more through Uday.
Me: Thanks Master-ji.
Master-ji: And Madam, when you get time from ashram in the afternoon, you can co
me down here and I can solve the problem with your panty also.
I nodded and came out of the room. I was quite exhausted and feeling pretty much
ashamed too about what happened just now in this tailor s room.
Uday came back to the tailor s place in another 10 minutes and till such time I ha
d to tolerate Ramlal s ogling at my
youthful figure. Coming back to ashram first thing I did was to take a bath and
the herbal waters seemed to work
wonders for me. I was so fresh again and honestly felt like having another orgas
m. Before that Nirmal came to
take the pad, which I was wearing within my panty. He told that Guru-ji would re
place a new one after each of my outdoor visit. I took rest in the afternoon aft
er lunch and was time and again recapitulating what I did with
Master-ji and Ramlal. My ears turned red as I thought of Master-ji taking my blo
use measurements, me doing a half-dance for Ramlal s masturbation, and finally Ram
lal s rough touches on my lower part of the body. I could not sleep properly due t
o these horny thoughts.
At around 05:00 p.m. Meenakshi came to my room. Meenakshi: Madam, are you too ti
red?
Me: No, no. On the contrary I am quite
I stopped for a moment. Is she aware of what happened at the tailor s place? Uday
seemed to be unaware when I
came back with him, as he did not ask me anything. I was feeling very shy to ask
Meenakshi directly though she was
a woman.

Meenakshi: Then fine Madam. You can go to visit the fair, which is very popular
here. Its some distance away though, but should not be a problem if you start no
w.
Me: Which fair are you talking about?
Meenakshi: Madam, its an annual fair which takes place in a nearby village. And
here we all will be busy, you might
feel bore.
I thought that would not be a bad idea, as I had nothing much to do in the ashra
m right now. Guru-ji and others would also be busy, as devotees from outside wou
ld come for a darshan now. Hence I readily agreed.
Meenakshi: Okay Madam, here is your new pad. Also please take the medicine. I wi
ll send Uday after 5 minutes when you are ready.
Meenakshi went off swaying her big bottoms. Surely this woman has very attractiv
e hips I thought in my mind. I
closed the door and went to the toilet. Each time changing this pad was irritati
ng. Like all women, I also was not at
all enjoying pulling down my panty frequently. I had the medication and went to
the toilet to change my nightdress,
which I was wearing, and had a face wash and got dressed in five minutes. Uday w
as again my companion.
Uday: Madam, the fair is a bit far off from here and it s not a walking distance.
Me: How do you plan to go then?
Uday: Madam, we will take a bullock cart. It will be here any moment as I had in
formed him prior. Me: Okay. But how long will it take?
I had never been on a bullock cart, so was keen to ride it. The cart arrived and
we got into that. Uday: Madam, it will take some time and you can enjoy the vil
lage scene as we travel.
It was not a bad experience, though the cart was moving very slowly. The scene o
utside was also very nice and a
cool breeze was making me feel very refreshing. I was thankful to Master-ji for
this blouse and it fitted very well on my copious boobs over my bra. So overall
I was feeling very comfortable.
Uday was telling me about the history of the fair and the village. But when even
after half an hour we did not reach destination, I was feeling restless.
Me: How much more time will it take Uday?
Uday: We have only covered half the distance Madam. Since the cart cannot go fas
ter, it will take some time.
Initially it was okay, but now sitting like this with my knees folded made me fe
el a slight pain at my waist and
knees. At the same time, as the road was very undulating, my boobs were jiggling
too much within the tight clutches of my bra and every now and then I was doubt
ing that my bra hook at my back will get opened. I pulled my sari pallu properly
over my upper treasures as a precaution in front of a male. The place inside th
e cart was also not adequate and moreover Uday was also sitting close, so I coul
d not shift much and remained in that posture.
At last we reached the fair and it took an hour to reach there. The whole of my
waist and buttocks were paining. I
noticed Uday did some freehand stretching getting out of the cart. Myself being
a woman was unable to do that
what Uday was doing in the open. I was having ache in my knees, hips, and waist
and thought that if I go to the
toilet first, it might be a safe place to stretch myself a bit, so that I feel m
ore comfortable before entering the
fair.

Me: Uday, I want to go to the toilet first.

Uday: Okay Madam, but since this is a village fair, I doubt there will be a sepa
rate toilet. Let me ask someone. Uday came back with a negative answer.
Uday: Madam, here there is no such toilet, ladies generally go behind the shop for
toilet purpose.
I was in a dilemma, as I cannot tell Uday now that I do not want to urinate, but
wanted to stretch myself. He guided me to the back of a shop.
Uday: Madam, I will stand here, you go and do it there.
I was in a situation of complete amazement. How can this man ask me to urinate a
lmost in an open space? Me: How can I do it here?
I was almost perplexed. I am not a 10-year-old girl that I can urinate like this
? There was a bush at the back of
the shop whose height will hardly cover my knees and though it was evening time
visibility was very clear. Moreover, my added anxiety was it will not only be Ud
ay who could see me clearly, but also there were some village people
standing here and there who would concurrently get a free view of my urinating.
Uday: Madam, this is a village, do not feel shy.
Me: What do you mean? Just because this is a village, you mean to say I should l
ift up my sari to my waist in this open space and should not feel shy?
Uday: Madam, madam, don t get annoyed please. In the village you will not get a pr
otected toilet like the town. Please understand.
Me: Uday, come on, there are so many people around. Simply I cannot sit here sha
melessly. Sorry. Let us go to the
fair.
Uday did not try any more to persuade me to urinate in that open space and I got
rescued from another humiliating
situation. The fair was held on a small area and it was quite crowded by rural p
eople, but still there were some
shops of ornaments, garments, etc. which interested me. It took almost an hour t
o cover the fair, as the crowd was
heavy. Due to the crowd, I had to walk close to Uday and time and again my always
erect firm breasts were
brushing against his elbow. Initially I tried to avoid that, but due to the movi
ng crowd I did not mind it later.
After sometime, it created a problem for me. Now I could realize Uday was doing
it purposefully and keeping his
elbow in constant touch with my blouse-covered mangoes and since within bra, the
y appeared very firm and he was
constantly elbowing them. Uday must have thought that I was deliberately walking
close to him so that my wellformed boobs touch his elbow, but in reality it was due to the crowd that I had
to walk like that. Honestly I was
also enjoying a bit, but I realized with time that Uday was now overdoing it con
sidering we were in a public place.
I was walking on his right and Uday now was virtually circling his right elbow o
n my left boob constantly pressing it.
The act was so deliberate as people coming from opposite direction could clearly
see it. I was feeling very
cumbersome, but could not tell Uday anything. Moreover, due to this constant rub
bing, I was also getting heated
and my boobs grew in size and were so tight within the bra that Uday s right elbow
was almost getting a spring

action from my firm upper globes. That probably encouraged him more, as hardly d
oes a male get such tightness
from a married woman s boobs.
I stopped at a shop and was checking a pair of earrings and Uday also stood clos
e by me. Now I could sense his deep breaths on my shoulder.
Uday: This would look nice on you Madam.
Saying that, he handed me an earring and a matching necklace. Though I did not w
ant his suggestion, but he poked his nose into it. I tried that the earring and
it looked decent to me.
Uday: Madam, also try the necklace and if you feel you can buy it. I have the mo
ney.
The shopkeeper also encouraged me wearing the necklace along with the earrings t
o check overall. I was about to wear the necklace, when Uday unnecessarily tried
to help me.
Uday: Madam, you relax, I will fix the necklace fastener on your neck.
The shopkeeper I noticed was smiling hearing that. There were two to three more
customers in the shop also who
were also looking at us. I did not want to argue and attract more attention and
agreed to Uday. But what he did
certainly crossed the decency limit in public. He just shifted a little, went be
hind me, let the necklace fall on my
upper chest area, and started fixing the hook near my neck. Then from behind in
an almost hugging posture he
dragged the necklace down touching my both breasts adequately over my blouse. An
d as if trying to make the
necklace flow properly on me, Uday felt both my tight mangoes with his palms, wh
ich I comprehended without a
doubt. The shopkeeper and the others also did not miss that and I felt very clum
sy being treated like that in a
public place.
The shopkeeper seemed more eager now to hold the mirror in front of me and forwa
rded a few more earrings and
necklaces.
Uday: Madam, try this, this also looks nice.
Me: No Uday, I think this is pretty fine.
I could understand his intention, but he and the shopkeeper also insisted me to
try another and then pick one. I
wore the second earring set and Uday was ready to wear me the necklace. This tim
e he was more bold and I almost gasped, as he in the process of wearing me the n
ecklace was directly touching my breasts in front of the
shopkeeper. This was a longer necklace, which extended below my boobs and this g
ave him more opportunity to
grope me. He dropped the necklace from my neck to its full size. He was standing
just behind me and placed his arms across my upright boobs and pressed my cups
as if adjusting the necklace up. I was standing within his arms shamelessly and
people were watching me.
Uday very cleverly took the mirror in his left hand from the shopkeeper and held
it in front of my breasts as if to show me how good the necklace was looking on
me. This way the shopkeeper for the moment was unable to see my breast area and
taking the guard of the mirror, with his free right hand, he first cupped my ri
ght breast and then gave it a very good squeeze from over my blouse.

Uday: I think this one is better? What do you feel Madam?

I was in no position to talk as I could feel his right palm was still cupping my
breast. I looked to my side and was
almost traumatized to see two young boys were watching us. Uday was not looking
at anything I suppose and this
time he almost covered my whole right breast with his palm and gave me a series
of tight squeezes. All these
happened in a span of few seconds and I could not resist being groped so openly
with people watching me.
Finally it was over and we bought the second earring set and the necklace and mi
xed with the crowd again.
As evening advanced I noticed there was more crowd in the fair and in that small
place there was much pushing
going on. This time since the crowd was jostling through the narrow passages by
the shops, I had no other option
but to hold Uday s hand, otherwise I would be left behind. Walking was now becomin
g increasingly difficult and I
had to keep one hand in a protective fashion otherwise every now and then a pass
ing elbow was touching my milk
tanks.
I tied to behave with Uday very normally as if I paid no attention to his naught
iness in the ornament shop and took it as being unintentional. Uday was also try
ing to gauge my reaction to his advances and seeing apparently no
resistance made further moves.
Uday: Madam, these village people are not cultured, just be alert. Me: Yes that
I can see, the way they are pushing around.
Uday: Madam, do one thing, instead of holding my hand and walking behind me, you
come by my side and then I can in fact protect you also.
I thought that was a good idea, I nodded to him, and came to his right side. Uda
y indeed had some other plans. I
noticed that he put his arm on my right shoulder right away pretending to protec
t me from the crowd coming from opposite direction. My whole body was now almost
touching his masculine torso as I walked. In no time I realized what he is up t
o. Uday now was embracing me over my shoulder with his right hand, which was now
only an inch away from touching my breast, acting as if he protecting me from i
ncoming people. And from each impact of the passing man, he took full advantage
and began touching and feeling my heaving breast.
In a jiffy before I could say or do anything Uday was cupping my right breast ag
ain! This time he seemed very
confident and turned me instantly on fire as he was resting his fingers on my bo
ob as we walked. I looked down at
my breast shamefully to find his fingers acting almost as another layer over my
blouse. As the pushing was more
now, Uday made the most of it and was virtually massaging my conical peak in his
right palm. I was getting
adequately aroused now due to this continuous male touching, holding, and squeez
ing of my youthful boob. This went
on for some minutes and with time Uday s squeezes were beginning to get harder and
he almost toyed with my
blouse-covered flesh. Once I felt he was poking one of his fingers and trying to
trace my nipple over the blouse and
bra cover. I noticed that each of the men who were passing us had their eyes on
Uday s hand and on my mammary.
I could not take it anymore and was feeling very ashamed allowing such things in

public. Being a 28-year-old

matured woman I was enjoying his touches and was already wet in my pussy, but th
is was crossing decency limits as I was in the open. Today in the morning when I
crossed all limits of decency still I was in a confined area. I had to stop Uda
y from his advances.
Me: Uday, please behave yourself.
Uday: Sorry Madam, but the crowd is so unruly they are coming on to your body
Uday gave his excuse and I did not wanted to argue on that, but now was really f
eeling the urge to urinate due to the heat generated in my body.
Me: Uday, I want to go to toilet once. That time I could not
I thought there was no need to complete my sentence. Uday had already taken his
hand off my breast area and now guided me jostling through an alley to the back
of a shop. Since now it was late evening, there was darkness though there were e
lectric bulbs glowing throughout the fair. I observed that though the area was n
ot absolutely dark, it was not possible for the fair people who were at a distan
ce to make out anything. But the problem here was
absence of a proper bush behind, which I can sit and pee. So I was a bit hesitan
t again.
Uday: Madam, what are you waiting for now?
Me: Can t you see there is not even a bush here.
Uday: But Madam, no one is noticing you in this darkness. You can go to that cor
ner and Me: What darkness? I can clearly see you.
Uday: Madam, come on. Okay I will not look at you while you
He smiled very meaningfully at me, but I ignored his tease and wanted to me abso
lutely sure before getting into any more humiliation at this age.
Me: And if someone comes here?
Uday: Madam, how long will take? It s just a matter of some seconds!
I was simply not assured as I knew it will take some time for me as unlike other
women just pulling up my sari,
sitting down, and peeing off will not do. I will also have to pull down my panty
, which is never easy for any woman to do quickly, and additionally I have to se
t the pad inside my panty suitably also.
Uday: Madam, if you stand here like this someone might actually come. So go and
sit in that corner and I will be guarding you.
Uday was saying things in such a casual manner as if his presence does not matte
r to me at all. I again inspected
the place. It was semi dark, true, but at the same time it was open on all sides
except one side where the shop was,
and anyone coming up to that place would be able to see me very clearly. Never i
n my life had been in such a
situation!
Ultimately things boiled down to the fact I have to urinate in that open space a
nd that too in front of a male. I was feeling so very shy, but had nothing to do
in this regard.
Me: Uday, please turn back and do aware me if someone comes in.

Uday: Madam, if I turn back, you can I see if anyone is coming or not.
I understood very well that he would not miss this opportunity to see me peeing.
Any male for that matter would grab this chance to see a 25+ woman urinating in
front of him. The situation was such I was simply helpless, as I needed him to
stand there at least to see if anyone was coming.
I noticed Uday s eyes as if lit up when he eventually saw that I agreed to pee in
front of him. I went to the corner
beside the shop, which was approximately about 10-12 feet away from Uday. I coul
d go no further because there was too much illumination from lights of other sho
ps. I slowly turned my back to Uday and was really feeling very shy doing this,
but had no other alternative now. I bent down a little bit and with both hands q
uickly pulling up my sari and petticoat almost to my hips. The cool gentle breez
e almost made me shiver when I felt it on my exposed thighs. My thighs are faire
r than my body complexion like most women and quite well formed and plump. I cou
ld not resist looking behind once to see Uday.
Uday: Madam, do not look back. Do it quickly.
Uday was looking at my exposed legs and commanding me. I briefly saw his left ha
nd was on his crotch; he must be stroking his dick seeing a married woman in suc
h a compromised state. I did not waste time anymore and did what I needed to do.
I quickly dropped down my panty to my knees and took the pad in one hand and wh
ile I was doing that my whole bottom virtually remained exposed and Uday must ha
ve had a grand view of my naked buttocks though I tried to keep my sari as a cov
er as much as possible on my hip area. When I squatting I knew my huge naked ass
was fully exposed in front of Uday s face due to his proximity.
The hissing sound of my peeing was adding to my shame. I again looked back to se
e if anyone was coming and what Uday was doing, but to my surprise I did not see
Uday standing there! I could not move my head much in that
squatting position. My urination was almost complete and I was much relieved as
the hissing sound of my urination was creating more embarrassment for me.
Uday: Madam, beware!
I was shocked and horrified as I heard Uday s voice almost by my ear. I could not
see him a moment ago at my back because he has come up almost to my front now. I
was simply stunned seeing him in front of me, as my whole pussy along with my l
egs and thighs were completely uncovered and I was still discharging my urine. U
day could see my pussy hole with the thick bush of hair above it very clearly. M
y god! I never ever in my life faced such a humiliation. My face also reflected
my utter shock and shame seeing Uday looking bluntly at my naked pussy.
Uday: Madam, madam, don t panic. You are actually sitting on an ant heap and so I
wanted to alert you. Me: You get out of here first.
Uday: Madam, you have watered their heap and ants will now come out in scores. S
o be very careful.
He did not move a bit and his eyes enjoying the sight of his lifetime probably t
o see from the front a matured
woman peeing out. I could not sit like that any more and got up with drops of ur
ine still coming out of my hole and quickly pulled my sari down with my left han
d as I was holding the pad in my right hand. Uday almost dragged me out of that
ant heap and I noticed that what he was telling was absolutely true. Red ants we
re all over that place triggered to come out by urine.
I could not walk properly as my panty was still down around my knees. I need to

pull that up and put the pad also.

I could not meet Uday s eyes as to what happened some minutes ago. I still could n
ot digest the fact that he
actually has seen me urinating in the sitting posture. I do not know what was go
ing through his mind, but he seemed quite normal!
Uday: Madam, we are getting late now slowly. We should make a move. Me: Yes, I a
lso do not spend any more time here.
I said so though I was thinking how to put it before Uday that my panty is still
halfway down my legs below my sari and petticoat.
Uday: Okay Madam, then you can just wait here or at the ornament shop and I will
get a bullock cart.
Me: No, no Uday. Not again in that snail like vehicle. I have had enough of ache
s in my waist and knees. Uday: But Madam
I interrupted him, as I wanted to know if an alternative transport arrangement c
ould be made. Me: Why don t you try to get some substitute transportation?
Uday: Madam, I told you there is nothing much available in this route.
After some continuous pleading from my end, Uday went out to search for somethin
g other than that bullock cart and asked me to wait in front of the ornament sho
p. I told to myself that it would be real painful to travel in that cart again f
or an hour if Uday fails to get an alternative conveyance. Now that Uday was awa
y I also wanted to wear my panty properly and place the pad also. I noticed that
there were some people coming where I urinated a few minutes ago and hence had
to leave the place and tried to look for a secured place.
I was walking in somewhat baby steps as my panty, which was around my knees, was
hindering me to walk
comfortably. Soon I found the back of another shop, where there was very minimum
light and there was no one
there also, and felt it to be a safer place. I chose a corner and quickly pulled
up my sari along with my petticoat to my waist and pushed my panty towards my c
rotch area. I felt the gentle breeze again on my naked thighs and as I was about
to put the pad within my panty just over my honey pot, I heard two voices. I al
most froze as whole of the lower part of my youthful jawani was entirely exposed
then. I looked up here and there, but could not see
anyone, but I am sure I heard two voices. After a few moments since I could not
trace anyone in the semidarkness, I continued with my job and got the pad inside
my panty and flowed my sari down and finally when I was adjusting my pallu over
my breasts, again I perceived the voice.
Please, please, someone would come.
There is no one here. Don t worry.
Since there was darkness here, my eyes took some time to adjust and now I could
clearly see that just a few yards
away a male and a female were standing close by the cover of a tree. They seemed
engrossed in themselves and did
not notice I was there also in the dark. I moved a little to get a clearer view.
The man was middle aged, but the
female was a teenage girl. The girl was wearing ghagra-choli, which is the commo
n dress here for women. The scene
was indeed steamy as the man had hugged the girl and was trying to kiss on her l
ips and girl was eluding his lips by
constantly moving her head. I noticed that the man has now cupped one of her boo
bs over her choli and the girl s
resistance was getting weaker. In no time the girl was stroking her fingers thro

ugh the hairs of the man and they

were lip-locked. As they were kissing, I saw that the man now took one of his ha
nds off her boobs and cupped her
tiny ass over her ghagra. Seeing such hot activities from such close proximity m
ade my nipples grow hard right
away. I was getting great pleasure peeping like this. As the man was energetical
ly squeezing the girl s young boobs,
my right hand also automatically went towards my tight boobs and touched my nipp
les. I noticed the girl was now
almost gasping, as the man descended from her lips to her boobs. He was almost b
iting her boobs over her choli and
pulled up her ghagra with his embracing hands almost to her thighs. I could not
stop myself pinching my own nipples
over my bra and blouse seeing this very passionate sight. Immediately I felt hin
t of precum within my pussy also
and feeling quite thirsty seeing this live show.
Paro, Paro, where are you?
The couple behind the tree and myself both almost froze to this voice. I noticed
an old man was searching probably
for that girl calling her name, must be her father or a relative. As soon as the
old man crossed us to a safe
distance, I noticed the girl adjusted her dress and ran away immediately and the
man followed suit in the opposite
direction. I was cursing the old man, as I was thoroughly enjoying the scene, an
d now that everything was over I
came out of the darkness adjusting my bra a little to breathe easy, and went tow
ards the ornament shop to wait
for Uday.
Uday came after some minutes with a smiling face.
Uday: Madam, you should thank your luck. You don t have to go in the bullock cart.
I was so pleased to hear that not knowing what actually was waiting for me in th
e next hour. I never anticipated
that this auto rickshaw ride would also be a memorable one like my tailor s encoun
ter with Master-ji and Ramlal.
Me: Thanks Uday. What have you arranged?
Uday: An auto rickshaw Madam.
Me: Thank god Uday.
Uday: But Madam, in this part people doesn t travel in rickshaws as you travel in
the cities. It s basically a good carriage here. So you might face a little proble
m with goods loaded in that vehicle.
Me: Still it s hundred times better than that slow cart and definitely it should t
ake lesser time. Uday: Of course Madam. It should take 15-20 minutes only.
We went out of the fair and I did not feel it necessary to mention what I say to
Uday. The rickshaw was standing a bit far away. There was not much light outsid
e the fair arena and the moon was also not there in the sky. I could well see go
ods tied already at the top of the rickshaw and also to its sides by rope.
Uday: Madam, this is Mishra-ji. This is his auto. Fortunately he is going toward
s our ashram.

Mishra-ji was an elderly man, visibly obese, and fifty plus for sure. He was com
pletely bald headed. He was wearing a dhoti and a bush shirt. Uday introduced me
to him.
Mishra-ji: Beti, you will have some difficulty I can understand, as there is sca
rcity of space in my rickshaw due to the goods, but if you can tolerate me and m
y rickshaw for 15 minutes, you will reach ashram.
I smiled to his words and felt at ease due to his age and also as he was address
ing me as beti . Since there were packaged goods in the front seat too, hardly any
space was there to sit except for the driver. Hence Uday, myself, and Mishra-ji
sat at the backseat of the auto rickshaw. Mishra-ji boarded first, followed by m
e. I was surprised to see something black sitting at Mishra-ji s foot as I got up.
Mishra-ji: This is my pet dog Moti. Wherever I go, he follows me. But he will no
t create any commotion, be rest assured Beti.
I sat beside him and his dog was looking up at me. Thankfully Moti was a small s
ized dog, but I could not make out
his breed though I love dogs among the household pets. The dog apparently looked
well behaved and did not react
seeing unknown faces. I noticed that there were a couple of packets on the seat
too, as there was no other vacant
space to keep them in the auto rickshaw. Naturally the sitting area was cramped,
more so because of Mishra-ji s
overweighed body.
Mishra-ji: Beti, you can see my size. You might just struggle sitting in this sh
ort space and for that do heavily curse me. May be by that I lose some kilos and
next time when I allow someone to sit in my rickshaw, he or she gets a better r
ide.
We all laughed at his prank including the driver. Frankly there was very little
place for Uday to squeeze in the
backseat. I tried to move as much as possible maintaining decency to Mishra-ji,
but then also Uday could marginally touch his ass to the seat. The auto rickshaw
started on its way immediately as we boarded. For accommodating me Mishra-ji to
ok his left arm around me over my head on the seat top and my face was now so cl
ose to his armpit that I could inhale the odour of his sweat from his shirt.
Mishra-ji: Beti, are you a little better now?
I nodded and shifted an inch more to him almost gluing to his body so that Uday
could sit a little better and he was now able to move his ass in between my thig
hs and the auto seat boundary. In the process I realized his right elbow already
touched my thrusting left boob and was feeling its softness. I did not want to
encourage him at all in front of the elderly man and so just gently pushed his e
lbow with my left hand.
Mishra-ji: All three of us own big garage spaces to park our cars.
Uday laughed on this comment, but I could not grasp what that old man meant. Me:
I could not get you Mishra-ji.
Mishra-ji: Beti, I mean we all have heavy bottoms and thus when we garage oursel
ves in this seat, we all need big spaces to park our...
It was not required to complete his sentence and we all laughed at the comment.
I must say this old man had a
decent sense of humor. As we laughed I realized that Uday was again trying to el
bow me taking the advantage of the semidarkness within the rickshaw. I did not d
isapprove him this time, as I still could not shrug off the erotic scene that I

enjoyed in the fair. As someone dips his finger in a bowl of oil, Uday, seeing m
e not hindering his hand, started dipping his right elbow to the depth of my rub
ber-tight boob.
Mishra-ji: Oh! My head!
There was a bump, which the driver probably missed, and since the rickshaw was g
oing at a fair speed, it jerked
strongly. The driver immediately slowed down and I inquired out of courtesy to M
ishra-ji if he had hurt himself
Mishra-ji: I bumped it on the rod Beti.
Mishra-ji pointed towards his forehead and I turned a bit towards him and tried
to see what happened to his
forehead. As I took my hand towards her forehead, he held my fingers and showed
the area where he was hurt.
Me: You remove your fingers from forehead and let me see if there is any cut or
not.
As he dropped down his hand and since my right arm was lifted to see his forehea
d, his elbow directly pressed on my right boob. I did not mind that and moreover
he was calling me beti , so no other thoughts came to my mind at all and I was rea
lly eager to see his bumped forehead. As he was tall, even in the sitting postur
e I had to stretch myself and in the process the side of my right boob was entir
ely open. I felt Mishra-ji s left elbow was digging deep on my right boob under my
raised arm. Since there was absolutely no place to shift or move I felt he had
no other option but to place his left hand there to accommodate me to see his fo
rehead.
Mishra-ji: Hope its not cut or bruised?
Me: Could not see very clearly Mishra-ji, but seems okay. Mishra-ji: Please chec
k it a bit Beti.
As I was feeling his forehead with my fingers for a bump, I felt elbow was now f
irmly placed under my raised
armpit and was pressing my juicy mango. Moreover, Uday seeing the chance increas
ed his naughty handwork. He was
now elbowing me more deliberately and with more force. He was almost circling hi
s elbow tip on my taut flesh within my bra and blouse. So, now I was in a positi
on where two different males were elbowing my mangoes in a moving
auto rickshaw though I was sure Mishra-ji s touches were not purposeful.
I completed inspecting Mishra-ji s forehead and tried to bring down my arm, but th
en only, Mishra-ji s pet dog that was lying so far at his feet jumped up to his la
p. The old man trying to provide accommodation for his dog virtually poked his w
hole elbow into my tight boob feeling very adequately the firmness of it. Now to
assist Moti to sit on his master s lap, I had to keep my right arm at Mishra-ji s b
ack on the seat top. I realized that this actually made me more vulnerable as my
whole of right boob remained unguarded.
Uday: Madam, I think this is the right way to extract some space for each of us.
As you have kept your hand behind Mishra-ji, let me keep mine also behind you.
That way you will also get some space.
Mishra-ji: Uday seemed to be getting intelligent by the minute, isn t it Beti?
Again there was a roar of laughter. Moti also barked twice I do not know why. At
that moment a cycle coming from
the opposite side was flagging us to stop. The driver stopped our vehicle and th

e man on the cycle informed us that

there was an accident half a kilometer ahead and road was closed, so we should t
ake the left turn from here.
Uday: Oh god! That s a pretty lengthy route Madam.
Me: How long will it take via that route? Uday: 40-45 minutes at least.
Mishra-ji: No use thinking on that. It s just a matter of additional half an hour.
Our auto took the left turn and off we went. Since this road was not a main road
, the lighting was not adequate
here and the road was also more bouncy. My heavy boobs were jumping within my br
a quite a bit now. Uday was the
first one to take advantage of this situation. Now that his right hand was behin
d me at my back, he with each jerk
was embracing me tighter. I looked through the corner of my eyes to Mishra-ji an
d thankfully he seemed busy with
his dog on his lap. Uday was now getting a free access to my right boob as my ri
ght arm was lifted and he was sort
of embracing me with his hand going behind my body. He was now very easily cuppi
ng and squeezing my unguarded
right breast below my sari pallu. I was thoroughly enjoying that though was cons
cious enough to keep my pallu in
place so that the old man could not see anything.
Suddenly the auto rickshaw braked seeing a bump or whatever, but the effect was
thoroughly embarrassing for
me. As the vehicle braked, Uday was actually cupping my right boob from the unde
rside; the sudden brake made his fingers dug in my boob. Mishra-ji s right arm was
in a folded position on his dog s head just a few inches from my boob; the sudden
brake brought his palm directly over my boob also. It was like two men holding
my one boob and both their hands met in that sudden brake!
Mishra-ji: What nonsense is this? Drive slowly and keep your eyes open. There is
no hurry.
Mishra-ji rebuked the rickshaw driver and he apologized. But there was no apolog
y to me from any of the males for touching my boob in that sudden jerk. By this
time Uday had shifted his hand from my breast to my shoulder at my back. I was r
ather comfortable at this approach from him. Mishra-ji s fingers were still nimbly
touching the
sideline of my right boob as the dog had also shifted its position somewhat by t
hat jerk.
Mishra-ji: Beti, are you okay? Hope you are not hurt anywhere?
I was feeling confused as while this old man was talking to me now, I could feel
his fingers were brushing on the
bulging cup my blouse. I scolded myself in the mind for thinking differently about
this old man. He is so caring!
Me: No, no. I am absolutely fine.
The auto rickshaw moved on, but now at a slower speed. Uday was not still for a
moment. He was now caressing my back over my blouse and tracing my bra strap. I
almost trembled as he traced my bra strap from my shoulder and started moving do
wn over my back to the hook over my blouse. I was trying to talk normally so tha
t the old man does not understand about the naughty acts going ahead just beside
him.

Me: Moti, look here. Tu tu tu tu

Do you like me?

Mishra-ji: Moti nod your head.

While all this silly talking were going on round that dog, Uday s middle finger an
d thumb were actually busy picking up my bra strap and was pulling it slightly f
rom my body. He was like playing with it, pulling and leaving it the next moment
with each jerk. No woman can sit comfortably if someone is playing with her bra
strap like this, but still I was trying my best because I was getting (s)excite
d by these acts. Uday probably was fade up after sometime
doing that and moved his right hand down my blouse towards my butts. I shifted s
lightly forward as if to cajole
Moti, which aided him to place his hand between the seat and the back of my body
. I felt his hand was moving down tracing my spine and was on my waistband now.
In the meantime, I was trying to cuddle Moti so that Mishra-ji also did not noti
ce what Uday was doing. Mishra-ji was to my right and he had put his right hand a
lmost in an embracing position on the dog, which in effect brought his fingers v
ery close to my right boob. Since my right hand was also at his back to make spa
ce his fingers were actually poking my right boob every now and then with the ve
hicle jerking. Initially I was not minding that thinking of his age, but once I
felt his thumb rubbed on my nipple over my blouse and bra. I thought it must hav
e been
unintentional, but the touch was making my nipples harden.
Mishra-ji: Beti take Moti in your lap. I think he will stay there. Me: No, no. I
f he bites?
Mishra-ji: Beti trust him. He will not bite your after all he is not your husband
.
I blushed hearing this chitchat. Mishra-ji laughed loudly probably to make me fe
el at ease. Mishra-ji: Hope you did not mind anything beti by my naughty words.
Me: Its okay. You have a good sense of humor.
I was still blushing in front of this old man. I brought my right hand from the
back of Mishra-ji to take Moti in
both hands. He tried to place Moti to my lap, but since the dog was getting rest
less coming to an unknown lap, I was a bit scared.
Mishra-ji: Beti don t fear. Moti is very well behaved. Chu. Chu. Moti, be still.
The old man had to turn a bit now towards me and with his both hands he was stil
l holding the dog, as it was
struggling in my lap. I was feeling Mishra-ji s touch on my fingers as we both wer
e trying to hold the dog. Uday seeing Mishra-ji turning towards me was not movin
g his hand. He was touching me around my waist and trying to insert a finger int
o my petticoat. Thankfully he remained still now, but the restless dog was givin
g me a hard time because in controlling the dog, Mishra-ji was pressing my juicy
mangoes with both hands from the front. What he was doing, though he was almost
my father s age, would excite any matured woman. But I still felt it was
unintentional on his part and he was earnestly trying to control the dog only.
After some moments, Moti was quiet and sat on my lap close to my boobs. By that
time I had enough gasps as
Mishra-ji s fingers pressed and rubbed on my 32-size breasts a number of times wit
h Moti in his hand. Uday did
not waste any time as he saw the dog was quiet and started inserting his finger
inside my petticoat and was trying to touch my panty I understood. Thankfully I
knotted my petticoat very securely and he was not able to insert his finger to a
ny significant length.

Mishra-ji: Beti let me keep one hand on Moti so that I can control him if he doe
s any mischief.
What should I say? Though the approach was very humble from the old man, but thi
s would actually enable him to touch my erect bulging boobs almost constantly. I
nodded and this time he turned towards me significantly and
asked me to shift more towards him so that he can easily manage his dog. Where s
hould I shift I thought to
myself? If I shift more the posture he is in practically I will have to sit in h
is lap! Still on his request I shifted a bit and now my silky firm globes of my
buttocks were almost on his thighs and he could very well feel the roundness of
my big ass. Honestly I felt he had no ill intentions, because it was all situati
onal demands.
Mishra-ji: Now it is better Beti. I think you are comfortable.
Yes, sitting almost on the thighs of a 50+ man for a 28-year-old woman has to be
comfortable . I indicated
agreement and this time I was somewhat shaken by his bold movement. The dog was
revolving his head to and fro and he placed his palm on its head and I noted tho
ugh his palm was there on the dog s head, the fingers were
almost cuddling my left boob. I almost gasped at his action and honestly it was
no way a fatherly touch though he was still calling me beti !
Mishra-ji: Beti now that I have my hand on Moti, you are safe. You can also hold
him freely now.
I could not by any means think that he was touching me on purpose. His voice was
so normal, his approach so caring,
his elderly age, and his calling me beti was making me feel guilty thinking in tha
t dirty line. I started taking his
touches as situational and started not to mind them. Uday had now left the insert
ing his finger in my petticoat
project and was more eager to touch and press my smooth butt cheek and surely I
had more juice in my ass than
anywhere else and he must have been enjoying a lot touching me there. I shifted
again a little bit forward as he
was not able to get an entire handful. Now that I shifted a little he was able t
o freely move his hand and squeeze
my flesh there very comfortably. I also was in the seventh heaven getting an ass
squeeze again by a different male
on the same day!
Suddenly there was a jerk again and I felt in trying to hold Moti more securely,
the old man s palm fell on my heavy left breast. It certainly was a spongy and bo
uncy reaction for him from my rubber-tight boobs and the situation was such I co
uld not object to his palm on my breast. The road was adequately dark now and fo
r the first time I felt Mishra-ji was not the fatherly figure that he appeared.
He was clearly not holding the dog s head by his palm, only the arm was guarding i
t, and instead his palm was more or less directly over my pallu covered blouse.
Honestly I was also feeling incredible as one male was caressing my large ass ch
eek and now another hand was on my upper treasures. Guru-ji s drug effect was maki
ng me act like a slut in this auto rickshaw!
Moti was calm for only these moments and he again started struggling. The more M
ishra-ji tried to control the dog; it was more of a massage for my milk tanks.
Mishra-ji: Beti, it seems Moti is not that comfortable on your lap. You can put
him down on the floor. Me: Yes. He is not sitting quiet for a moment even.
Mishra-ji: May be for Moti it is from frying pan to oven.

Uday could not stop laughing on that. He also gave a quick tight pinch on my ass
over my sari to appreciate that. I too giggled shamelessly.
But as I put Moti on the floor of the auto rickshaw, he did something, which I w
as not at all expecting. The dog
started sniffing my feet enthusiastically and in no time inserted his head withi
n my sari. It was real precarious
situation for me. Uday also seemed surprised seeing that as he stopped coaxing m
y buttery hips.
Mishra-ji: Moti, Moti, what are you doing dear?
Moti was totally nonchalant to his master s calls and I could feel the wet nose on
my naked legs below my sari and alarmingly it was moving upwards.
Me: Ouch!
Mishra-ji: What happened beti?
Moti was now gently scratching my knees with his legs and sniffing my naked lowe
r thigh area. I did not have to
reply to Mishra-ji as the dog s head below my sari was very evident now between my
legs. I was feeling so hot by its
wet touches, which I could not probably express. The dog was licking the beads o
f sweat on my inner thighs now.
Me: Ooooooooh! Aaaaaah! Please get it out.
Mishra-ji: Beti, don t worry. I am getting him out.
Uday: Madam, don t move much, the dog might bite you. Mishra-ji: Moti, Moti. Come
here good boy.
It seemed to me that the dog was more into his sniffing and licking under my pet
ticoat and sari as he heard his
master s call. I could feel the dog s wet nose onto my naked thighs and as it was li
cking, its saliva on my naked skin
was making me shiver as if in sexual pleasure. I was getting moistened in my pus
sy now, the flow getting heavier.
Mishra-ji: Beti, he is not listening to me. You need to pull your sari a bit so
that I can catch my Moti. Me: Please do whatever, but get that thing out. Oooooo
ooh!
The dog was now slowly approaching more towards my crotch as he crawled up withi
n my sari. My thighs were all
wet now by his cold nose and hot tongue, the combination was turning me wild. My
thighs were generating heat now generously and I was in no way less aroused by
this dog in comparison to any male!
Mishra-ji: Okay, okay.
Now I as if gave license to the old man to lift my sari!
Mishra-ji: You keep calm beti, I will pull up your sari and get out Moti.
I was in a very poor shape in front of two males now and was more or less strugg
ling to sit properly on the auto
rickshaw seat, almost wriggling my body in ecstasy by the acts of this naughty d
og. Mishra-ji bent a little and
started pulling my sari off my legs upwards along with my petticoat. Uday seeing

my condition held my hand with his left hand and embraced his right hand around
me over the seat top. Getting the support I leaned on to his body and he did no
t miss this opportunity to cup my breasts again. But since Mishra-ji was in fron
t of me, he was clever
enough to put his hand below my pallu and started gently coaxing my full boobs.
Mishra-ji exposed my fair legs in no time and bunched my sari around my knees. M
oti was trying to move his way up
more seeing Mishra-ji trying to catch him. It seemed to be a game for the dog an
d in the process was making me
shamelessly exposed and horny at the same time. Mishra-ji s touches were now compl
etely devoid of the fatherly
care and he appeared to be a changed man from a caring father like figure to a g
reedy old man. For Mishra-ji,
getting the opportunity to pull up the sari of a matured housewife like me, it w
as highly rewarding so to say. He not
only bunched the sari and petticoat up at my knees, he was caressing my fair and
shapely legs intensely. He seemed
not interested to get out the dog at all and now was trying to pull my sari up f
orcefully above my knees to see more of my naked jawani.
Since I was siting with Moti between my legs, I had to spread my legs a lot to a
ccommodate the dog and as a result Mishra-ji was almost off his seat. Hence it w
as not easy for him to pull up my sari anymore. The old man was not to resign so
easily and I was amazed to see his muscle power at this age, he with his left h
and fervently cupped my round hip-side and made my leg rise slightly from the se
at and pulled up the sari.
Me: Ouch! Please don t
Though that was my natural womanly reaction, but I enjoyed every bit of it. I wa
s now practically naked from my waist on my right side by the old man s lewd handw
ork. Moti at last was exposed out of my sari. Giving me no time to react to get
rid of the dog, Mishra-ji lifted up the remaining sari cover that I had over my
left thigh to Uday s side making sure I become completely naked down my waist. Tha
nk god I was wearing a panty otherwise I would have been sitting in the moving a
uto rickshaw with uncovered pussy with two males!
Mishra-ji did not stop, neither did Moti, nor Uday!
Moti was still busy with his sniffing work and currently with my exposed skin th
e dog went up unhindered up to my
panty and was sniffing that area. The dog s saliva was all over my bare well-forme
d thighs and I tried to wipe them
with my free hand, one hand being held by Uday. At that moment my feminine shame w
as overtaken by
sensuousness. I was discharging now more than earlier, as was aroused tremendous
ly. The dog was between my legs
supported on my naked knees with its tail up and poking its nose over my panty t
o sniff my vaginal fluids.
Uday was having a squeeze of his life. He was initially milking my right boob ov
er my blouse with some decency
under the sari pallu. By decency I mean as the auto rickshaw was jerking he was kn
eading it and was only stroking or caressing it gently. But now seeing my compro
mised condition, he was virtually mauling me like anything. He
cupped my right boob very tightly with all his fingers firmly gripped on my juic
y mango and was not at all releasing it from his palm! I was simply gasping for
air by this treatment of Uday. With his left hand he was holding my hand, which
was making the journey more passionate for me.
Mishra-ji seemed as if was determined to make me fully exposed in this moving au
to rickshaw. He was now directly

caressing and rubbing my naked moist thighs. Moti had made them wet and when I t
ried to wipe it dry Mishra-ji
interrupted by holding my hand. He then began to do the wiping of my smooth silk
y thighs with his free hand. His
rough palm on my completely uncovered thighs was making me go wild and this elde
rly guy was gyrating his palm in a
very sexy manner, to say the least, starting from my knees, slowly up my thighs,
and reaching till my panty. I could
clearly make out the dog s nose and Mishra-ji s fingers poking on my panty. Thankful
ly Guru-ji s pad was rescuing me
from direct touching on my choot.
As the auto rickshaw went on its way at a rather slow pace, my humiliation in th
e hands of two males and a dog
continued. I realized both my hands were now arrested, one by Uday and the other
by Mishra-ji and hence I could hardly resist physically to whatever was going o
n. Moti was now fully on my naked thighs, sitting there, and sniffing my pussy a
rea and also moving his nose up towards my protruding breasts. Mishra-ji was som
ewhat satisfied
caressing my uncovered curvy thighs and took his left hand towards my hips. He f
orced me to lift my hips a little bit and in a flash pulled the remaining sari a
nd petticoat from below my heavy buttocks to my backside towards the seat. Now t
he only cover down my waist was my meager panty and as I sat again from the lift
ed position, I felt the cold seat touching my completely bare ass cheeks. My pan
ty as usual had bunched up in my ass crack. Feeling the seat on my naked ass I a
lmost had a fresh cumming.
Me: Ooooooooooooooh! Please. Please. What are you doing?
I had to tell something now as things have gone just too far. But who was listen
ing to me I doubted. Me: Take the dog off. That s all I want.
Now what Mishra-ji and his pet dog did made me cum thoroughly and I had a full o
rgasm. Uday only played a
support role. He was thankfully not progressing any more apart from my right boo
b, but he virtually oozed out all
juices from that I believe. Moti was now progressing above and his nose was now
on to my bosom area almost. Due
to Uday s constant pressing and cajoling and things happening, my sari pallu had s
hifted from its place exposing my
left breast. Uday was kind enough to keep the pallu on my right breast though hi
s palm was acting as a better cover
for it for a long time now.
Mishra-ji now left my hand he was holding and took his left hand to my back. I w
as shocked to see it was not going towards the top of the seat and instead going
towards my panty-covered butts. With his right hand he almost
dragged me to lift my base again and simply put his left palm below my right ass
cheek.
Me: Ouch!
The old man made me sit on his palm now and must be thoroughly enjoying this ero
tic posture. With each jerk of
the rickshaw, I was wriggling and pressing on his palm and his hand was sandwich
ed between my heavy bottoms and the auto seat. I had never had such an experienc
e in my life sitting on the palm of a male! But to tell honestly it was a heaven
ly feeling. Fluids were pouring out of my pussy now. Moti equally rose to the oc
casion like his master and started licking my blouse covered left tit.
Me: Stop this dog Uday. If it bites me there

I could not complete the sentence in the thrill I was getting. The old man s hand
below my fully naked ass was
taking me to seventh heaven. I was thoroughly enjoying this threesome and especi
ally sitting on a male hand!
Mishra-ji: I am there to cover you beti, don t worry.
Saying this he pinned the last nail to my coffin and put his palm just in front
of the dog s tongue, which was licking
my blouse. He did not wait a moment to take hold of my free left boob, which was
now totally uncovered off my
pallu. He grabbed it and gave it a very tight squeeze and two different men palm
ing my boobs made me reach my
orgasm. My body jerked in the hands of two males and the dog was watching now. A
t last Moti took his nose and
tongue off my body!
Me: Ooooooooooooh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Stop pleeeeeeeeeease.
Frankly speaking the dog actually had no intimate part of my body to sniff now,
as I reached the peak of my
orgasm. Mishra-ji and Uday clawed my tits very securely; Mishra-ji s other hand cr
ushed under my broad ass cheek as I was sitting on his hand. Uday s other hand now
went to my panty front poking it. Both males were utilizing to the fullest this
unbelievable chance to expose and molest a married woman. I could sense the hea
vy breathing of Mishra-ji near my shoulder, as it was probably too much for his
age. I cummed desperately now and with my free hand grabbed Moti to my breast.
After some moments, I discharged every bit of my honey in Guru-ji s pad within my
panty and my body was giving way after this unusual indecent sexual build up. I
noticed Uday also slowly took off his hand off my right breast and I felt my bra
had completely soaked in the heat of his squashing, if I can say so. Mishra-ji
was somewhat reluctant to remove his hand off my breast, he was still feeling th
e firmness of my left boob. His hand was still under me and my heavy ass cheek w
as pressing his hand with each jerk of the vehicle and he was truly assessing th
e roundness and firmness of my ass like anyone else had done before in my life.
The auto rickshaw driver warned us that we are again taking the main road. Fortu
nately due to the goods loaded he could not see me.
Mishra-ji: Beti adjust your sari, otherwise any driver coming from opposite side
would cause an accident.
Uday laughed at this comment, and I also smiled as I had thrown off all my shame
. I looked down at my body and
delivered a long breath seeing my condition though I was feeling very satisfied.
I was a bit puzzled as even getting this sort of a wild excitement and orgasm,
I am not getting that huge urge to get fucked. Under normal
circumstances, definitely if I had allowed that much liberty to this old man and
Uday, I would force them to fuck me or vice versa, which any woman would do if
she is taken to such heights of eroticism. I wondered may be Guruji s drug is play
ing some role, because what happened in this moving auto rickshaw would definite
ly kick out Guru-ji s preaching of mind control. In the morning I was definitely a
roused to the full, but I would beyond doubt refrain from any further involvemen
t with those low class people like Ramlal or Master-ji.
I regrouped myself quickly as I realized that I was on road. But my sari was stu
ck in Mishra-ji s hand on which I
was still sitting. The very thinking of sitting on a man s palm made me blush, yes
still, even after such slutty
behavior and I lifted my ass a little and the old man readily pulled his hand ou

t and took Moti off my lap. Moti was

again the well-behaved dog, as he looked initially when I boarded the auto! I qu
ickly pulled down my sari to cover my
fully exposed thighs and legs. I was thankful in my mind to find that my sari pa
llu was still clinging to my breast. I
appropriately covered my blouse-covered treasures and at the same time found Mis
hra-ji adjusting his crotch
within his dhoti, probably stroking his lund and relaxing and consoling it for m
issing the free fuck! I smiled to
myself at my own naughty thinking.
Mishra-ji: Beti it seems milk has sipped out of your mammary. Shall I give you a
handkerchief to wipe it? Me: No, its not milk, its your dog s tongue-work.
Uday: Madam is still childless Mishra-ji and hence has come to Guru-ji.
Mishra-ji: Oh sorry beti. But Guru-ji s treatment will definitely help you to get
pregnancy.
I do not know about pregnancy, but if I go on allowing unknown males to touch my
body so liberally, I will surely become a whore soon , I thought to myself.
The auto rickshaw ride was soon over as we reached the ashram. Mishra-ji bid me
good-bye and as I was
descending from the vehicle, for one last time I felt very clearly he cupped the
flesh of my round ass with his
hand, as if helping me to get down. I could not meet Uday s eyes and straightway w
ent to my room and entered the toilet. In the twinkling of an eye, I pulled off
my sari off my body, as I desperately needed a shower. My petticoat also reached
the floor in no time and also pulled down my panty, the back of which was almos
t stuck in my ass crack. So I had to juggle my heavy buttocks to pull it down, w
hich is now almost a regular phenomenon whenever I had to pull down my panty in
the toilet for shower or urinating.
Then suddenly I noticed that one of the hooks of my blouse was broken and was ha
nging, which I did not notice in
the semidarkness of the auto rickshaw. . It was not the upper one, but third fro
m the top, must be due to Uday s
extreme pressing on my tits. I also noticed that the flimsy cloth of my blouse w
as also torn at that juncture, as if
someone poked a finger through it. I never got such a long and constant squeeze
on my boob in my lifetime, what I
got today, and believed little that the blouse could do to sustain such cuddling
! I needed to mend it via Master-ji.
My bra was also moist with sweat and I was so relieved pulling that off and bein
g completely nude. I put aside the
wet pad at a dry place and took a very long bath trying to wipe off the guilt th
at I accumulated the whole day being
a housewife.
Nothing much happened more and frankly I was not expecting any more! Nirmal did
come once to take my pad and
also served me the dinner. Meenakshi did come to ask me how was the fair and the
wink of her eye told me that she was aware of my sensuous evening humiliation.
Sanjeev came with a pair of spare blouses, which Master-ji had sent matching my
size and also with the message that I need to attend Guru-ji at 06:30 am in the
morning. I was so
much exhausted after discharging fully twice in a single day with such a heavy d
ose of exposure and purposeful
handling by males that I immediately fell flat on bed after doing my minimum cho
res.

I was feeling so hot that almost pulled up my nightdress to my abdomen and remai
ned hugely exposed with no
undergarments. I fell to sleep quickly, very natural, and honestly had a very ti
ght sleep. I did dream that night, but that was very haphazard and I could not m
ake out anything of it though remembered the presence of the snakes and Mishra-j
i with his dog in the dream.
I wake up at Meenakshi s call and quickly got up, adjusted my dress and opened the
door. She told to be at Guru-ji s room within half an hour. I used the convenienc
es and was ready with a bath by that time. I wore a new sari and one of the two
blouses that Master-ji sent. This blouse certainly went befitting on my heaving
bosom. I deliberately did not wear my panty now, as I would again have to pull t
hat down while fitting the fresh pad. I was feeling
refreshed and as if recharged after the herbal bath.
Guru-ji was performing some puja. The room was quite smoky and there was no one
else apart from us. Guru-ji was as usual wearing his saffron attire. I waited fo
r 5 minutes as he completed his puja.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj. So Anita, tell me, how was your day yesterday? Me: J
ai Linga Maharaj. I mean, err
I could not utter more. What should I say? I enjoyed the male massages and knead
ing enormously, much like a slut? Guru-ji probably understood that.
Guru-ji: Okay Anita, I can understand it was morally very painful to adjust to s
uch treatments you being a housewife, but seeing your wet pads yesterday I asses
sed how much pleasure you extracted.
Me: Yes I had heavy discharges both times.
Guru-ji: Good Anita. But I do not want you to concentrate on any other thing til
l today and as was yesterday you have to respond to situations appropriately.
Me: Guru-ji, can I ask you something?
Guru-ji: I know probably what you will ask. You had your discharges but you did
not feel the urge for intercourse.
Right?
I nodded my head in agreement, as I was about to ask that very question only.
Guru-ji: It was due to the medication that you are taking. I just want to measur
e your discharges and nothing else. For that you have to compromise a little, th
at s all.
Me: Guru-ji, don t say a little , I had to be extremely shameless to
Guru-ji: Yes, yes, I take my word back, but afterall it will help me assess your
position for pregnancy. He paused very little and continued looking at my eyes.
Guru-ji: Today is Bodh Purnima and I want you to offer puja at ShivNarayan Templ
e, which is the largest temple in this area. Uday will take you there. I will ha
ve very heavy gatherings here, so Nirmal, Sanjeev, and Meenakshi will remain bus
y. In the afternoon, I want you to visit the Mukteswari Temple to attend the aart
i .
Our conversation concluded and I alighted from his room. Again I had the feeling
that Guru-ji was eyeing my
undulating large hips under the sari, as he viewed me from ground angle. I was c
onscious that I was not wearing a
panty and so was more alert probably. I went to my room, but did not have my bre
akfast, as I would go for the puja
and after some loitering in the ashram and gossiping with Meenakshi, I went to m
y room to get ready to visit the
ShivNarayan temple. Little did I know what sort of embarrassment and humiliation

awaited me in a sacred place

like a temple!
Uday: Madam, are you ready?
Me: Yes. How far is the temple Uday?
We both tried to act normally towards each other. I had taken my medicines and h
ad worn the pad and was ready to move on. Uday had a good physique, as I already
mentioned and after yesterday s incidents, I was finding Uday quite lovable if I ca
n use that word. His presence was giving me happiness. He was clean shaven today
and was
looking handsome too.
Uday: Not much time Madam, we will take the bus and it should take 10 minutes.
We walked through the field to access the main road to avail the bus. Today Uday
was walking much closer to me
unlike the time we went to Master-ji. I was holding his hand at times to keep pa
ce with him. I do not know what was happening in me, but I felt like spending mo
re time with Uday. We took the bus and naturally it was a bit crowded. Uday toda
y was protecting me in the true sense. We boarded the bus and Uday was just behi
nd me with his arms on my side. I was also taking aid of him more than necessary
now, for example, as I pushed people in the bus to get in I was holding him wit
h one hand. As Uday held the rod above my head, I was holding the same area, our
fingers
touching constantly. As the bus traveled, I felt his muscular body was so secure
to lean on and of course as I leant my heavy buttocks was directly pressing on
his crotch. But unlike yesterday Uday seemed to be very well behaved today, may
be as the bus journey was very short and our destination came in no time.
I noticed many people alighted from the bus at the temple stop and as I got out
of the bus I did not hesitate to adequately press my protruding firm boobs on Ud
ay s back as he was in front of me. As I pressed my blousecovered breasts hard over his back, Uday turned slightly and smiled back at me r
ecognizing probably me effort to attract him towards me. I was really not very e
ager now to go to the temple, but to spend time with Uday, but my man seemed rel
uctant and was heading towards ShivNarayan temple.
Me: Uday, can I say something?
Uday: Certainly Madam.
Me: Do I really need to go to the temple? I mean is it a must?
Uday: Yes Madam. It is Guru-ji s directive and everything has a purpose and a goal
as you know also now. Me: I know. But what I mean is if we I want to say
Uday: Madam, you don t have to say anything. Now you go to the temple and offer th
e puja. Me: But Uday. I want to how can I say that?
Uday: Madam, you don t have to say that. I can understand.
Me: You are an absolute duffer. If you understood, you never would ask me to go
to this temple now.
Uday: Madam, you go for the puja now and in the afternoon though Guru-ji has ask
ed you to go to Mukteswari Temple, I will not take you there.
Me: Promise?
Uday: Yes Madam. It s a promise.

I was happier now as I could bend this man towards my intention. I know that tod
ay I need two discharges for
Guru-ji s assessment and honestly, I wanted one of them to get through Uday.
Me: My god! Such a long line!
Uday: Yes Madam, it takes a long time to get in, as the deity is in the
ha .

garva gri

Uday and myself did not stand in the line and went behind the office of the temp
le. A middle-aged man was waiting for us there I presumed. Uday had a talk with
him and introduced me to him as Pande-ji .
Pande-ji: Madam, do not worry much about the line. Actually the extra time consu
med is because of the regulation of only one devotee is allowed at a time in the
garva griha to offer puja.
Me: Oh I see.
Uday had left the place. Pande-ji was around 40 and was strongly built. He had t
hick beard and I noticed he had
lots of hair on his arms and seeing that concluded he must be having a hairy bod
y. Frankly I like hairs of male body and I am lucky that my husband possess the
same. Pande-ji was wearing a white dhoti and white shirt. I also
noticed there was a boy standing nearby watching us. He was a teenager 15-16 yea
rs.
Pande-ji: Chotu, you keep the line and then quickly have a bath. Madam, please c
ome with me, no need to stand in this direct sunlight, let the line proceed insi
de the temple, then we can queue up.
Chotu went off and I followed Pande-ji on his way more inside the temple area. T
here were small hut-like structures and pandas of the temple dwell here I could
understand.
Pande-ji asked me to sit on a khatiya on the courtyard of that small hut. The cool
shade was a welcome site for me
with the small hut and a tree and two cows tied there. I sat on it and immediate
ly realized that the hard coiled
ropes of the khatiya were actually stinging on my soft ass cheeks. I was pretty
uncomfortable and was trying to
stretch my panty within my sari to cover my ass, but found that very hard to do
in that position and could only
shift my body weight from one ass cheek to the other to get some relief. I was a
lso unable to tell Pande-ji the real
problem out of womanly shyness. The rope was so coarse that it was poking me eve
n over my sari and petticoat.
Pande-ji: Madam, are you not feeling okay sitting on the khatiya?
I had to admit yes

to Pande-ji and he readily came up with a bedcover.

Pande-ji: I can understand Madam. Since you are not used to khatiya, the rope is
stinging your soft flesh.
I had to gulp that provocative comment from the man and since the khatiya was lo
w down and as I tried to get up seeing Pande-ji coming up with a bed sheet, my p
allu slipped. I must say I was a bit careless and though quickly
covered my heavy blouse-covered bosoms, the man had a very distinct view of my d
eep cleavage and part of my big bubbly mangoes, as he was right in front of me a
nd I was standing up from a bent seated position. In my mind I thanked my luck t

hat at least Master-ji sewed me a fitting blouse, otherwise I would have been in
a more
humiliating position with two of my top buttons open. I noticed that my white br
a strap was visible by the side of the left cup of my blouse. I slid my finger w
ithin the blouse and got the strap covered and this I had to do in front of this
man s eyes and naturally Pande-ji s eyes were riveted on my tits.
As Pande-ji was putting on the bed sheet on the khatiya, I tried to adjust my pa
nty and gently smacked my bottoms with my right hand and also massaged them soft
ly, as it was still paining. I thought no one was watching me do that as Pande-j
i was engaged in my front with the bedcover, but I never realized that the lad w
as back and was standing right behind me. I was more than abashed seeing him, as
I knew what he saw and more importantly what I did. I saw the boy was smiling l
ooking at me and at the same time looking at my flaring hips time and again. I c
ould not look straight at him though he was a young boy because of shame.
It was a complete candid sequence and any woman would feel ashamed if such an ac
tion is capped by male eyes. I actually first stretched my sari pleats on my but
tocks and traced my panty over my ass crack and tried to stretch it over my ass
cheeks. In the process I bent forward very faintly accenting my round bottoms to
wards the boy and he must have seen my fingers scratching my sari-covered ass to
search my panty line. Then I self massaged my ass cheeks one at a time with my
right hand to feel comfortable. That s all!
I sat on the khatiya with the bedcover on. Pande-ji went inside the hut and afte
r some moments came out with a thali , which had all sorts of puja ingredients.
Pande-ji: Chotu you take your bath quickly and by that time I will get the milk
for Madam s thali.
I noticed that the tap was just few feet away from me and Chotu prepared to take
the bath there. Pande-ji also went towards the tree some 10-12 feet away to get
milk from the cow. Chotu was wearing a half pant and a shirt and he willingly t
ook off the shirt and wrapped a towel around his waist and took off his pant.
Pande-ji: Chotu do not get the towel wet.
Chotu: But, then how I can take the bath?
Pande-ji: Come on Chotu, why are you feeling shame in front of Madam? Pande-ji p
aused a little.
Pande-ji: Madam, just see this little boy s shame? He cannot take a bath in front
of you. I laughed softly and was about to say something, but Pande-ji continued.
Pande-ji: Is Madam a small girl like your friend Rupa that you are getting asham
ed? Madam must have seen many boys like you taking bath in front of her. Isn t it
Madam?
That was a provocative hint I thought from Pande-ji and had to ignore it. Pandeji was now milking a cow with a tumbler in between his knees.
Me: I will not mind Chotu. You go ahead. No problem.
I said innocently not knowing what Pande-ji and Chotu actually meant in their co
nversation. I never could imagine in my wildest dream that Pande-ji was indicati
ng Chotu to take shower naked in front of me!
Chotu: Okay Madam then I also have no problem. Please warn me if Rupa comes. Me:
Who is Rupa?
Pande-ji: Rupa dwells in the next hut Madam. His girl friend.
Myself and Pande-ji had a mild laughter. Chotu now without any inhibition remove
d the towel from his waist. He was just a few feet away from me and probably del
iberately he was facing me now. I was almost shocked to see Chotu completely nak

ed now. His young dick was already tight, probably seeing my ass stroking. My ey
es could not
concentrate anywhere else but on the open hanging dick of this young boy. His lu
nd was standing like a banana in the air as he started pouring water on him. His
pubic hairs were quite thin I noticed almost like a girl.
I was already breathing quite heavily and my nipples growing within my bra seein
g the bath of this 15 year old boy. Chotu was very crudely washing his pubic are
a, especially his raised dick, and the worst part was he was facing me. As he ma
de the slightest moves, his erect tool was almost dancing and making me miss a b
eat. Out of womanly
arousal reflex, my legs started parting a bit, but I made myself control that.
Pande-ji: Hey Chotu, soap your body properly.
Chotu: I cannot do it better.
Pande-ji: Wait then, let me come.
Pande-ji approached me with his tumbler of milk and kept it in front of me.
Pande-ji: Madam, these young lads, they are so naughty. Let me soap him properly
. You just keep an eye on your milk
please.
Pande-ji smiled while he said the above. I wondered what he meant by

your milk !

Pande-ji went up to Chotu and started rubbing his body with the soap. I noticed
the rubbing was very short lived on his upper part and came down to his penis so
on. Pande-ji was virtually coaxing his lund with one hand and twitching his ball
s with the other effectively making me feel very hot. My hand was automatically
on my boobs and my thighs were slowly parting seeing this erotic act. I thought
if Pande-ji did it for some more time, Chotu surely would have masturbated. Than
kfully it ended soon and Chotu dried off his naked body and was dressed up.
I noticed that he was not wearing any shorts and just wore a fresh half-pant and
a shirt. Pande-ji came forward now after washing his hands and poured milk from
the tumbler into a small bowl in the puja thali.
Pande-ji: Madam, just see, how thick the milk is.
Me: Yes. There is no added water at least as we get in town.
Pande-ji: No Madam, it s absolutely pure, like breast milk.
Saying the last couple of words, he made sure to look up at my upright twin milk
tanks below my blouse. I could not say anything to such comparison. Chotu saved
me and as he was ready now we were on our way again to the main temple building
. I was carrying the thali now as it was fully ready.
Me: Pande-ji, I see all women standing in the line with kumkum on their forehead
. Why is that so?
Pande-ji: Yes Madam, you will also have that. It s a custom of this temple. Now co
mes the tough part Madam standing in this queue.
We stood in the queue now and this place was within the temple. The long line we
nt outside the gate in the open. The place was not adequate here as it was a thi
n passage and men and women queued up there. The line was jam packed, to say the
minimum, and it seemed they are standing for a long time there as almost everyo
ne looked tired and sleepy. Pande-ji stood right behind me and Chotu was in my f
ront. The pressure of the people in the line made me stand in body contact with
both the males.
Since Pande-ji was fairly tall in comparison to me and standing right behind me,

my sixth sense told me he was

trying to look down my shoulder straight into my blouse. From the corner of my e
yes I noticed that my pallu had shifted a fair bit in the hustle and bustle of t
he queue exposing my wheat colored upper chest area. Since I was carrying the pu
ja thali, both my hands were preoccupied and I had to helplessly allow Pande-ji
peep into my blouse. Just then, another panda came with a bowl of kumkum and put
a bindi sort of mark on my forehead.
There was quite a bit of pushing going on in the line and Pande-ji was taking ev
ery opportunity to press more onto
my back. What could I say as I myself could see the pushing around in the line.
So I stood dumb as if not minding
this. My pallu had slipped quite a bit now off my shoulder and was partly restin
g on my arms exposing substantial
portion of my upper treasures. As my ample breasts tightly filled my blouse I co
uld bet Pande-ji was enjoying what
he was seeing.
Getting no reaction from me, as per the natural nature of all males, Pande-ji al
so was encouraged. In the beginning
he would only press during a pressure in the line, but now he kept pressing agai
nst my curvy figure even when there
was no pushing. I could realize his crotch area was openly pressing against my s
oft full buttocks. I was a bit
alarmed as Pande-ji slowly began to move his pelvis up and down against my ass.
I looked around as I was standing in
a public place, but was assured that everybody was busy with themselves and conc
erned about the slow movement
of the line. I saw Chotu was humming a tune and apparently was not much concerne
d what was going at his back.
Pande-ji: Madam, there is a lot of crowd today. It will take time.
Me: What can be done. Fortunately this place is comparatively cooler since withi
n the temple. Pande-ji: Yes Madam.
The line crawled forward very slowly and we were in a place where light was also
quite inadequate due to the thin
passage. Pande-ji did not waste time talking and was soon up to his tricks, whic
h kept my mouth shut too. I could
feel Pande-ji s face was close to my shoulder now feeling my hair almost. I could
hear his breathing round my ears.
The long breaths were making me breathe heavy. The back of my blouse was fortuna
tely decently cut and was not
exposing much of my skin. I felt for a moment Pande-ji s chin touch my shoulder. R
ight at this moment, I sensed
Chotu seemed to wake up! He was pressing me from the front now and I had to lift
up the thali somewhat to
accommodate his pushing.
Chotu: Sorry Madam, pressure is coming from my front. Me: Its okay Chotu. Now I
am getting used to it.
The young lad seeing no hindrance from my side gently and slowly started to pres
s me backwards and I was tightly sandwiched in between them now. Pande-ji must h
ave got somewhat aroused as I sensed he leisurely put one hand on my round botto
m. He kept it motionless for a moment to see my reaction probably. I shifted onl
y a trace out of womanly shyness, but the way Chotu was pressing me with his bac
k, I could not move much at all. In no time, I
realized the grip was quite firm. Pande-ji was assessing the firmness and roundn
ess of my ass. My panty as usual was bunched up in my ass crack and I could real
ize that Pande-ji could feel my naked ass cheeks below my sari and petticoat. I
could sense fingers were crawling on my proud ass and Pande-ji was missing no op
portunity to squeeze my firm buttocks whenever there was a push.

Chotu suddenly turned to me and said in a whispering voice.

Chotu: Madam, the man in my front is having very bad sweat odour and since my fa
ce is near his armpit, I cannot stand the odour.
I smiled to his words and comforted him.
Me: Okay, do one thing, you turn towards me and stand.
Chotu readily obeyed my order, but I realized I made a mess, as his height was s
hort and his face was at a very,
very uncomfortable height - just in front of my protruding boobs. Pande-ji was n
ot leaving me to breathe easily and was now kneading both my ass cheeks with his
both hands. I could realize very clearly his tight grips on my ass. As he squas
hed my fleshy bottoms very firmly I almost uttered an ouch!
Chotu: What happened Madam?
Me: Err No it s okay. There is so much pushing here.
Chotu nodded in agreement, and as he nodded his nose softly brushed the tip of m
y left boob. And now with every movement practically his nose was poking my left
boob. Since I was holding the thali, my arms are also raised up and I could not
guard myself at all. Chotu did not know, but he actually brushed my nipple belo
w my blouse with his nose. Never ever did my husband even played with his nose o
n my nipple! It was an instant turn on for me and the arousal was probably more
than Pande-ji s ass massage
Pande-ji was probably satisfied massaging that much and now I realized that he w
as searching for my panty line over my sari. He was naturally not getting it ove
r the skin of my smooth buttocks and his searching finger was
making me feel completely wet in my pussy. Pande-ji was now tracing my ass crack
and at last found my panty line and was trying to pick that up with two fingers
! I was feeling very much aroused with such an act, a man is trying to trace my
panty line and now trying to pull the sides of my panty with his fingers over my
sari.
I looked around again out of shame and shyness, but felt better seeing no one wa
s noticing what was going on. The
area was also fortunately semi dark and that helped this whole action. Chotu was
now holding my waist to keep
balance, as there was much pushing from the front. At least twice his face almos
t buried in my firm boobs due to
pushing and he apologized and made this effort to not touch my boobs again. But
I realized very well that this lad,
though quite young, was naughty enough and now since he was holding my waist wit
h both hands he was actually
feeling my matured body.
With this double action, I thought I would cum immediately, but I was also curio
us to see and feel how far these
two can go, especially this 15-year-old boy. Chotu moved his hand over the expos
ed area of my waist. His palms and
fingers were quite cold, probably as he had taken the bath, and after lying moti
onless there for a few seconds, he
moved his hands further down till it was on the fold of my sari on my lower abdo
men area. I was feeling so weak
due to his touches directly on my naked skin and felt like I should throw away t
he thali and grab his head on my
boobs.
Pande-ji knew very well that I was in no way oblivious to all this. Pande-ji had

picked up my panty line over my sari and felt, stretched, and dragged it amply
with his fingers. He was over with it and was up to something bolder, I guess, a
s his hands were stationary for a while. I was anticipating something and that e
xactly happened. Like all males, he fell for my juicy boobs now. As both my hand
s remained lifted due to the thali in my hand and Chotu facing me, it was all th
e more easier for him to approach my round tits.
We were standing by the wall in the passage and I felt Pande-ji squeezed his rig
ht hand in between me and the wall and was touching me in my armpits. I felt ver
y shy at this movement, as when he would touch my boobs it will be clearly seen
by Chotu as he was facing me. I had to do something. But I was a child in compar
ison to this male duo and they did not give me any chance to react at all and ma
de me speechless by their boldness.
It was a joint attack, if I can term that. The queue also proceeded to a dark co
rner of the passage in the temple,
which also help aggravate the movements of these two different aged males. Chotu s
hands, though initially on my
waist, slid constantly down and were just over my sari line now and in one quick
smooth action he pushed his right
hand into my sari! I was so startled by this act that I could not even utter a s
ound. Chotu did not give me enough
time to realize what was happening, as he quickly pushed his hand deep into my s
ari frills with one push. This made
me almost jump off my place and in the process my arms were raised more. Pande-j
i was equally opportunistic to
take the chance of my arm lifting and grabbed my firm jutting right breast down
my armpit. It was a very tight
squeeze straightway
Me: Aaaaah!
I mumbled, but realized that I couldn t shout and attract attention with Chotu s han
d in my sari and Pande-ji s hand
on my blouse. It would be too embarrassing. This was the first time I tried to w
riggle out, probably out of shame
and fear, as I was in a public place. I had to intervene and held the thali in m
y right hand, more so as Pande-ji s
hand was also below my right arm holding my jiggling breast, and brought my left
hand down to my navel and tried
to pull out Chotu s
hand from within my sari. I kept wriggling, not attracting people as far as poss
ible, but Chotu gave one hard push
downwards, and I stood like a statue. I closed my eyes in shame and clenched my
teeth, as I was feeling so helpless though getting highly aroused.
Chotu s hand was deep down my sari and on my panty now, touching directly!
This young boy was almost raping me standing in front of me in the semidarkness
of this temple. Chotu began to
move his hands in my sari, sort of up and down each time touching my panty and o
ver my pussy. For a few seconds
my eyes remained closed and my teeth clenched tight. It seemed to me by his expe
rt movement that Chotu had
perhaps done this to other women earlier and he must be knowing that once you ha
ve your hands in a woman s pussy
area, she would not create any scene. I could feel Pande-ji s hand was exploring m
y right boob thoroughly by
pinching it, squeezing it, gauging its size, and tracing the nipple. I was now f
lowing down my pussy heavily into Guru-

ji s pad. I was aroused completely.

I had to open my eyes now, as I cannot stand like this in the queue in public, i
t was not my bedroom. I was getting
weaker and weaker and lost my grip almost on the thali, as I was unable to even
stand properly. But these two were
clutching my 28-year-old jawani like octopus. Pande-ji now was moving his pelvis
against my round full ass, as if he
were fucking me from behind. I was too weak to struggle and honestly the pleasur
e I was getting from this
twosome fondling was heavenly. I just stood motionless feeling Chotu s touches on
my panty, Pande-ji s thumps on
my heavy ass, and his tight squeezes on my right breast. In fact I was leaning b
ackwards on Pande-ji for support.
Chotu now put his hand within my panty from the front and was touching my pubic
hairs. This is probably the first time someone after my husband is touching me i
n such a private area. I was virtually writhing in ecstasy.
Fortunately my petticoat had a tight knot and he could not move down any further
. Expectedly I was cumming
heavily now and was more or less reclining my head on Pande-ji s flat shirt-covere
d chest. I knew by this action I was giving approval to exploit me more, but I w
as feeling so weak. Pande-ji was certainly emboldened, as he knew now for sure I
liked this fondling.
Pande-ji with his free left hand was now again pressing my buttocks and with his
right hand twitching my right
boob and nipple. It was easy for him to trace my nipple, as it has grown up like
a ripe grape now. I do not know if the man behind Pande-ji could see what he wa
s doing. The groping was so direct, but probably the darkness in the passage sav
ed anyone from seeing our acts. I realized the line moved up to an extreme corne
r of the temple
passage and this area was the darkest even in daytime, as there was no ventilati
on. I saw a door to a room a few yards away and understood that was the garva gri
ha . I tried to bring in some devotion and loyalty in my feeling for the puja, but
things were absolutely out of my control now. I was sexually so aroused that wa
s unable to
concentrate on anything else, but more fondling of my body.
Chotu soon realized he could not go any deep down my sari and quickly took out h
is hand off my sari frills. It was a great relief for me also, but taking the ad
vantage of the darkness, he reached for my sari down my legs. He bent slightly a
nd being a small boy the man standing in front of him did not care to look round
what he was doing. In a flash he held the bottom
part of my sari and began to pull it up exposing my legs. He kept on pulling it,
further and further. I could not feel
like stopping him, as the little boy s naughtiness was giving me immense sexual pl
easure. I was in no time exposed
till my thighs and Chotu like an experienced married man was fondling and stroki
ng my very well-formed smooth
thighs.
Seeing the opportunity Pande-ji was also not to be left behind. I felt his warm
left hand immediately on my thighs
and I could very well realize he was more keen to pull up my sari to my waist. I
noticed Pande-ji shifted a little to
my left side as if to protect the nakedness of my naked legs. From outside appar
ently though my sari looked
normal, but if someone probed further below, he would find my sari had been pull
ed up and was still getting pulled
up and two male hands were moving on my naked thighs below the cover. I couldn t i

magine in my wildest dreams

that I am standing half exposed in a temple and being fingered by an unknown boy
and an elderly stranger like this.
Me: Ouch! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease don t.
I murmured very softly so that no one was attracted towards us, as Pande-ji forc
efully pulled up my sari and
petticoat till my waist exposing my legs, thighs, and even my groin completely.
Perhaps Pande-ji was getting much
excited, as he had taken his hand off my left boob and brought it towards my leg
s to pull my sari up and expose me.
Alarm bells rang in my mind as my whole of lower half was now exposed and Chotu
openly pinched me on my naked
ass cheek. I tried to stop Pande-ji with one hand as I held the thali with my ot
her hand, but since he had both
hands free and standing behind me, it was very easy for him to pull up the sari
and my meek resistance hardly made
any effect.
Me: Pande-ji, you are crossing the limit. Stop this. I cannot stand like this.
I was a bit stubborn now, but he did not care of reply. I was also unable to mat
ch his masculine power and he just made me stand like this with my sari and pett
icoat pulled up to my waist. His grip on them was so secure that I was feeling j
ust helpless. I softly whispered to him again, but the reply was very strong!
Me: Pande-ji, stop this now.
Pande-ji: Just stand like this, otherwise I will expose you in this state in fro
nt of everybody.
I was shocked to hear this commanding voice. It seemed the person had changed in
a flash.
Me: But
Pande-ji: No ifs or buts Madam. If you shout I will take you out in sunlight lik
e this. So just keep calm. Me: But I am coming from Guru-ji
Pande-ji: Guru-ji my foot. One more word and I will pull your panty down and tak
e you in front of all, you understand
I was utterly confused, at the same time I was peaking up sexually due to this f
ondling and exposure. But for the first time, I was a bit scared. I tried to kee
p my composure so that I do not create a scene and people see me in such exposed
condition. For a matured lady like me, who is nearing 30, to stand in a temple
queue in that forced half-naked state was asking for too much, but I consoled my
brain and kept my cool as far as possible.
The line moved on like a snail and we were approaching the garva griha and I was w
alking as the queue proceeded
shamelessly with my sari and petticoat pulled up to my waist, now forcefully tug
ged by Pande-ji in my waistband. I
could feel the cold air touching my completely uncovered thighs and legs and hon
estly I was dying in shame to such
forceful treatment. For the first time, tears came to my eyes, as on all previou
s situations I was also enjoying the
male touches on my body. Chotu s eyes ogled my nakedness and he also enjoyed viewi
ng me stand and walk in that
semi exposed state. He and Pande-ji were caressing my naked fleshy thighs and bu
ttocks at their will.
Suddenly I realized from Pande-ji s hand movement behind my ass that he deftly pul
led open his dhoti and brought out his lund and touched me on my naked ass! I br
iskly turned my head and my eyes almost popped out.

Me: What a lund, what a size!

I exclaimed to myself. Pande-ji s cock was simply massive and any grownup girl wou
ld exclaim seeing that. He quickly pointed it towards my big ass. Honestly, I co
uldn t believe it; there were people standing in front and the back of us, but no
one could see what was going on due to the darkness and the narrowness of the pa
ssage. I simply had no idea what to expect now! The very touch of the hot penis
on my naked ass cheek made me cum and now the arousal was slowly taking over my
scariness. With one big push, Pande-ji pushed his cock onto my ass crack.
Me: Oooooooooh!
I was shivering in ecstasy as Pande-ji also whispered some lecherous comments in
my ears, which were related to
my figure and hips, obviously. He was pressing his lund hard into my ass crack,
but fortunately it didn t go in, as I
was wearing a panty, but now he was pressing his thick erect tool on my soft ass
cheeks. My eyes opened wide and I clenched Chotu s hand in excitement. Pande-ji c
ock almost dipped in my soft naked ass cheeks and I was highly
excited. He began to move his cock in a motion, in and out, as if he was fucking
me from behind. I just shut my eyes and enjoyed the hot. Chotu freed his hand f
rom my grip and cupped one of my breasts now and started squeezing it vigorously
. I felt all my blouse buttons would fall open if he massages like this. Pande-j
i s both hands were guiding his tool all over my naked round hips, only my ass cra
ck being covered by my panty.
My lips parted as I was eagerly wanting a kiss there, and my body had begun to m
ove to the rhythm of Pande-ji s
gyrations. I was pronouncing soft moans now and was dragging Chotu close towards
my body in excitement. My
pussy was completely wet now and discharging and I realized I was reaching clima
x through this molestation. As I
pulled Chotu close, his face was touching and pressing my erect boobs, and now h
e caught hold of my left hand,
which was free, and guided it to his crotch. He unzipped his half pant in a flas
h and put my hand into it.
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh!
I was uttering such emotions as I held Chotu s young hard penis and was feeling Pa
nde-ji s massive lund crush on my
soft ass. I didn t need any persuasion and began to fondle his cock with my palm a
nd fingers, as Pande-ji kept
fucking my ass. I was feeling so horny and continued to act like a slut. I was s
till squirming in sexual stimulation and
my body jerked, as I was cumming very heavily now. I broke out into spasms and w
as having my orgasm, right in
front of the lustful eyes of Pande-ji and Chotu. While trying not to let out lou
d moans I had to snug my face into
the broad shoulders of Pande-ji. This obscene show went on for some more moments
till I had completed my
discharge.
When my orgasm did subside I came crashing back to reality. I was feeling so ver
y ashamed that I couldn t raise my eyes to look at Chotu, nor to Pande-ji.
Pande-ji: That s like a good girl!

I heard the whisper in my ears and also some whispering lecherous remarks. We we
re also close to the garva griha now and had to take permission from Pande-ji to l
ower my sari to cover me.
Me: Pande-ji, people will see me now. I must cover myself.
Pande-ji without wasting words pulled out my sari and petticoat from my waistban
d and dropped it down and at last
I was fully covered. Chotu turned back and Pande-ji wore his dhoti properly and
everything appeared so normal in
the twinkling of an eye. I was still almost panting as to what happened in the l
ast few minutes and in no time our
turn came to get inside the garva griha and the door closed behind us and we three
were there alone in the room
in front of the deity. I was feeling so guilty that was unable to look at the pu
ja, offering puja was impossible in
that state.
Pande-ji: Madam, I don t think you can give puja in this state.
Me: Yes, no way. I am not in a position to give puja.
Pande-ji: But you can offer something to me.
Me: What?
Pande-ji: Madam, your job is over, but mine is not complete Me: What do you mean
?
Pande-ji: You had your discharge, what about me Madam?
I was simply shocked to hear that and before I could react Chotu took the thali
from my hand and kept aside. Pande-ji also came close to me.
Me: But, you cannot do this
Pande-ji: Madam, if you try to make a scene, you know very well what I can do. A
gain that strong voice, which was so forceful.
Me: But please understand that I am married and am not like those what you are t
hinking.
Pande-ji: I know you are not a whore and that s why I did not take you to bed.
I was feeling so confused, what to do. I was cursing Guru-ji and Uday in my mind
for sending me here. Pande-ji: We don t have time. Chotu bring her here.
Pande-ji referred to the back of the deity, where there was a small place. Chotu
quickly came to my back and held
my hands and pulled me there. Pande-ji immediately hugged me from the front and
my erect boobs pressed on his
chest. I was struggling to get free, but could do little, as my hands were held
securely by Chotu. Pande-ji was
cupping my butt cheeks with both hands and was rubbing his face on my neck and s
houlder. I was a bit surprised
that he did not try to kiss my lips or cheeks, which is the general tendency of
the males. He held me close to his
body and his body odour was so intoxicating! I could not scream as if I attract
people I only will be humiliated, so
tried to respond to his touches. Though I had a complete orgasm minutes before,
his close male touches were
making me aroused again. My jiggling boobs were crushing against his broad flat
chest and he must be feeling the
fullness and firmness of them. I was struggling though with my legs, but it was
nothing to Pande-ji s powerful
clutches.
After some hugging, cajoling, and cupping my well-developed butts and tits, he l

eft me. I was quite amazed and

honestly irritated due this half done act! But quickly I realized his plan. He w
ent behind me, dropped his dhoti, and at one go lifted my sari and petticoat up
to my stomach with both hands making me shamelessly half-naked again in front of
their eyes. Chotu came to my front and Pande-ji now gripped my hands from behin
d and started digging his open erect lund in my ass. Chotu now hugged me from th
e front. In a couple of minutes I was hugged by two males and I never ever had t
his experience in my life and was simply gasping. Naturally I was getting sexual
ly aroused
again by this awesome twosome affair
I decided to surrender to this joint effort and Chotu was hugging me very tight,
and I was also thrusting my juicy blouse covered boobs on his face. He was biti
ng them over my sari and blouse. Pande-ji was constantly thumping my ass and his
hard thick penis was kissing every bit of my soft buttocks. I was getting immen
se pleasure honestly. But in a minute or two, I felt Pande-ji reached his climax
and ejaculated on my naked ass globes. Chotu seemed to take full enjoyment of h
ugging freely a much elder woman from his age and touched me at all my private p
arts.
Since my arms were held by Pande-ji, I could not block him and he was in fact to
uching and feeling my blouse, my bra strap, my panty, dragging the cloth to see
inside, and even pulled my thin pubic hairs!
After some quick stroking by Pande-ji on my buttocks, he was exhausted. Without
wasting a minute, Pande-ji
cleaned the mess off my hips with his dhoti. I was all along standing with my sa
ri pulled up over my waist
advertising nakedness shamelessly. Thankfully, everything happened behind the de
ity! Uday showed up after half
an hour and I did not talk to him at all throughout our return journey. I was ve
ry angry with him for sending me to
this man. I was back in the ashram and rested in my room after having a long sho
wer and a full-appetite lunch.
Though initially I was cursing Uday in my mind for sending me to Pande-ji and th
e way that scoundrel treated me, I
later realized that there was nothing Uday could do, it was purely Guru-ji s instr
uction that he obeyed. I also
remembered what Guru-ji told me before the start of this two-day therapy that I
have to only respond to actions
on my body naturally and wipe out everything else from my mind. Hence when I rew
inded the whole episode in the temple in my mind lying on my bed, I realized Pan
de-ji must have been momentarily carried away by my well formed assets and had d
one to jack off. Afterall he is a normal male!
In fact I started feeling proud about my figure at this nearing thirty age to ha
ve turned the heads males of
different ages staring from Chotu to Pande-ji to even Master-ji! The only guilt
I had was allowing the two males to molest me within the temple garva griha, whi
ch is considered a very sacred place and I prayed to god to forgive me for this
wrong act. The scene that was making me turn red with shamefulness was the momen
ts I was made to walk by Pande-ji in the line with my sari pulled up. This humil
iation was so very disgraceful to digest for me.
I did not know when I fell asleep and woke up when Nirmal knocked at the door. H
e came with tea and snacks with his ever-amusing face. Nirmal served the tray an
d kept looking at my breasts. I was not wearing a bra as I was sleeping and they
were hanging loose like a pair of mangoes. I was surprised to note that I was n
ot feeling shy standing like that in front of a male! Still out of womanly shyne
ss I looked down at my boobs and found that my nipples were clearly visible thro
ugh the dress and soon realized that was the reason for Nirmal s intense gaping. I

quickly turned round and went for the toilet to put on my undergarment and Nirm
al had to leave.
Nirmal: I will bring you a fresh pad before you go out to see aarti in Mukteswari
Temple. Me: Okay. Please close the door as you leave.
Nirmal went way and I went to the toilet to get fresh and use the conveniences.
I was ready in 10 minutes, put in
the pad in my panty and had the medication and when I came out of my room, it wa
s already getting dark. I slept
for quite a while I thought. I was no doubt feeling very fresh and rejuvenated a
fter the tight afternoon sleep. My
eyes eagerly searched for Uday, but I could not find him. When I went out to the
courtyard, I saw he was playing
kho-kho with Sanjeev, Rajkamal, Meenakshi, and Uday, and there were also a few l
ocal boys and girls. Uday seeing
me waved and indicated to wait. I was watching him only, as he was running and c
hasing, his muscular body was truly
a site to watch. I was surely developing a crush for him now I clearly realized.
I almost felt a racing beat in my
heart like my early college days when I had the only affair of my life!
The game was soon over and Uday washed his hands and feet and then we went out.
We waited outside the ashram for the bullock cart to arrive.
Uday: Madam, are you angry with me about any of morning incident?
Me: Yes, of course. How can you leave me in the hands of that scoundrel?
I pretended to look dejected with him and wanted that Uday would plead me.
Uday: Madam, believe me, I had nothing to do in it, as it was Guru-ji s instructio
n. Me: I don t know. He misbehaved with me.
Uday: Madam, if he had done anything rude, it must be coincidental, he probably
could not control himself in front of your beauty.
I remained silent and turning my face off Uday and wanted to see his reaction. H
e gently touched my elbow and tried to coax me.
Uday: Madam, please do not mind. Please.
I turned and smiled, which in a way indicated that I was okay regarding what Pan
de-ji did to me even after I had
my discharge. Uday also smiled and gifted me with a very indecently poke into my
bulging right boob with his thumb. I blushed and did not even mind such open ob
scene behavior from a male, whom I know only from yesterday. I
myself was getting amazed to see I was reaching new heights of shamelessness eve
ry moment.
The cart appeared soon and Uday told that had to the Mukteswari Temple first oth
erwise it might be reported the cart driver in the ashram. I was not very happy
though listening to this, but felt happier as Uday sat very close to me within t
he cart. Unlike my first boring cart ride yesterday to the fair, it was more adv
enturous one for sure. I was thrilled like a teenage girl as I noticed the cart
driver was not facing us as he guided the bullocks. Uday and myself sat right be
hind him within the cart shade and since it was already evening, there was suffi
cient darkness also, though the road through which it proceeded was not desolate
.
Uday: Madam, keep an eye on the road, people should not see us too close.
He whispered in my ear, his thick lips touching my ear and his hand encircled me
with a light hug. I almost trembled to this romantic action and blushed vigorou
sly. I was feeling like a teenage girl on her date! Uday was cautious

enough to take off his hand without delay, as the shade under which we were sitt
ing in the cart was open from
behind and anyone behind could see us clearly. As we sat our legs were touching
each other s and while the cart moved and undulated on the bumpy road, I was actua
lly trying to get more of his touches. My heart was beating faster and undoubted
ly I was having a revisit of my emotions of my college day dating escapades.
I was holding his hand firmly and he was playing with my nimble fingers. His pal
m was warm and was giving me a very
good turn on. Seeing a darker instance as we traveled slowly through the village
road, he touched my breasts and
playfully put his fingers below my pallu and gently squeezed my firm blouse-cove
red flesh. I smiled to myself
getting such a loving clasp on my boob, as the encounters that I had here includ
ed only lusty grips on my milk tanks.
With each undulation of the cart, Uday was rhythmically giving me a boob squeeze
and I was feeling so good that I
closed my eyes. I was feeling his fingers moving slowly on my succulent breasts
and tracing my bra within trying to
find the outlines of my nipples.
Uday: Where have you hidden your nipples Madam? I am not able to trace them.
I slapped his hand mockingly and blushed again. My ears were getting hot, but be
fore Uday could do anything more, we reached the Mukteswari Temple. It was a muc
h smaller temple unlike the ShivNarayan Temple I visited in the morning. Uday to
ld the cart driver to be there again within two hours and we hurried inside the
temple.
Uday: Madam, since we are in saffron dress, anybody would recognize that we are
from ashram. So we need to
change our dress first. I have brought some clothes for you and me in my bag. Le
ts go behind the temple first and change to it.
I nodded and followed him and we went to the backside of the temple, which was r
elatively quiet and completely vacant. Uday brought out a striped half-shirt and
trouser for him and went behind a nearby tree to replace his ashram clothing. I
stood there alone holding his bag. My heart was beating fast thinking if someon
e comes in between, but nothing happened and within a minute Uday was back.
Uday: Madam, you now quickly change your sari and blouse.
Saying that he pulled out a printed sari and a white blouse for me from his bag.
I took that and went behind the
same tree. I rapidly pulled off my sari from my body and looked around before op
ening my blouse. There was no one for sure and enough darkness and that gave me
courage to unbutton my blouse and within seconds I was standing in my bra and pe
tticoat only. I was patting myself in my mind for my recently developed boldness
! The blouse was
loose by all means, must be of some woman with an awesome size. I moved out from
behind the tree and Uday
quickly kept my saffron sari and blouse in his bag.
Me: Whose sari and blouse are these? Uday: My girlfriend s.
I looked at his eyes with mock anger, but he almost pulled my hand and we hurrie
d away through the temple
backdoor. Though there were village people on road, due to our normal clothing,
we did not attract much public
attention.
Uday: Madam, the riverside is the safest place. It s hardly five minutes walking d
istance from here. Me: Okay, you know this place better.

Uday: At this hour of the evening it should be absolutely desolate.

Soon we reached the riverside and it was truly a lovely place. A cool gentle bre
eze was blowing and with thick
grassy riverbank, dimly lit moon, and no one there except us - indeed made out a
n incredibly romantic ambiance.
Uday: How do you feel Madam?
He was holding my hand and I instantaneously made him hug me. The male scent of
his body, flat chest, and his
muscular shoulders made me nearly mad and I also embraced him very tight. Uday f
eeling my juicy figure with his body and hands was pumping me for more and start
ed hugging me very, very firmly and digging and rubbing his face more into my fa
ce. I was getting terribly excited and dying to taste his lips now - leaving beh
ind all my shame - I made the first progress and boldly kissed his lips before h
e could do that. In no time, my lips were filled with his saliva and his thick l
ips were sucking mine. It seemed to me as if he would suck all juices off my lip
s at one go and when he parted my lips for a while I was panting like anything.
Me: Uday
I was ecstatically moaning his name and was largely turned on sexually by Uday s p
assionate hugs and kisses. I
nearly fell to my feet due to his cuddling, but his strong arms kept me secure g
lued to his body. My pallu had
almost fallen to my arms and since the blouse was too loose, I was giving a dari
ng display of my hugely uncovered
breast area above my bra to him. He took his face to my cleavage that remained e
xposed due to my ill-fitting
blouse and rubbed his face there with lots of kissing and licking. Seeing the op
portunity I took my right hand to his crotch and picked his khada lund over his
trouser.
Me: Ooooooooooooooh!
I burst out a loud moan holing his thick took, as it felt so good to touch even
over his trouser and brief. In no time,
Uday helped me to unzip his trouser and I noticed his meat was looking like a po
le struggling in his mini brief. As I
was stroking his hard penis over the material of his brief, suddenly Uday pulled
off. I was so taken aback by his
movement that I could not react for a while and remained stranded with my pallu
down, exposed cleavage, and in
one hand I was holding Uday s dick. Uday was looking at the river. I quickly gathe
red composure and noticed a boat
coming towards us.
Uday: Madam, seems we are riding our luck, come with me.
I hurriedly followed him as he waved to the boat and ran towards the water. He h
ad a talk with the boatman, who looked pretty young, and gave him a 20 rupee not
e and we both boarded the boat.
Uday: Madam, his name is Babulal. A very nice boy. He will give us a half an hou
r ride. I know him and so we are safe
here.
Me: Uday, you are a genius.
Babulal: Uday bhaiya, please get up quickly. We should not stand here like this.

My heart was almost skipping beats, as the setting was so romantic - dim moonlig
ht, calm river, small boat, no one
around and am with a lovable male. I was already wet down my panty and now simpl
y wanted Uday on my flesh.
Me: Uday, please tell Babulal to turn to the other side. He can see us directly.
Uday: Madam, Babulal cannot guide the boat sitting like that. Lets us one thing
- we turn our backs to him. Me: But Uday he is so close I will not be able to be
free.
Uday: I will make you free Madam.
He whispered in my ears

off your clothes .

I punched him jokingly and was so desperate for his intimate touches that I was
shamelessly agreeing to do love making in front of the boatman, Babulal.
Uday: Madam, with such a beautiful setting here, just ignore him. He is just a s
mall boy. It s only you and me.
I could not ignore completely small boy now, as I had experienced Chotu, seen him
taking bath, saw his lund, and
felt his touches on my body only in the morning in the ShivNarayan Temple. The b
oat was rather small and Babulal
was sitting just 7-8 feet away and there was no shade in the middle where we can
remain guarded. So the slightest
movement I do or Uday does will be clearly seen by this third person. Doing love
making in front of another male
would be outrageously shameful for me I thought. But simultaneously, in all hone
sty I wanted to get exposed now in
front of Uday. I was tired of getting squeezes on my bra-covered boobs for the l
ast two days and fanatically
wanted Uday s fingers to open my blouse and bra now. But this boatman was spoiling
my thoughts, as I was really in
a dilemma to allow myself to be fondled again in front of a stranger. Uday whisp
ered in my ears seeing my
predicament.
Uday: Madam, why are you wasting time on this Babulal? He is a school going boy.
He might go to school, but that does not mean I should do anything in front of him
! He was only 7-8 feet away
from us, hence obviously was very conscious, but before I could contradict Uday
any more, he held me and turned me in my sitting position and forced me to show
my back to the boatman.
Me: Ouch!
Uday did not let me utter any more word and hugged me very tightly in my sitting
position and started kissing. For that moment I thought of objecting him, as he
was openly embracing and kissing me in front of the boatman, but the cold breez
e, sound of water splashing on the boat, and Uday s romantic moves made me forget
about everything and I also started responding to him.
Uday: Madam, you have not completed what you started. Me: What?

Uday: You opened my zip only, who will pull down my brief?
Me: Why? Ask your girlfriend from whom you have brought this sari for me.
We both giggled and we were embracing each other very intimately. I kissed Uday
in his lower lip and in return he gave me a long kiss sucking my thin lower lip.
As he kissed Uday guided my hand towards his trouser zip and made me open it. T
hen Uday pulled off my pallu from my breasts and this time he was straightway op
ening my blouse buttons. His both hands opening my blouse hooks one by one while
he made sure my lips are locked in his mouth. I tried to resist somewhat thinki
ng of the boy sitting just behind me, but his kissing was making me so weak. I
thought better to open his zip completely and was now fondling his erect and thi
ck lund again.
Me: Oh! My god!
I said to myself. Uday s lund was so good to hold. I had held my husband s erect pen
is many times, but surely Uday s tool felt to my fingers as more powerful and juic
y. I simply loved it and honestly more than my hubby s. I coaxed it and pulled it
out from the side of his brief. The shaft was l-o-n-g and so upright. I was play
ing with the foreskin and was getting wetter by the minute within my panty.
As I was engrossed with Uday s garam lund and enjoying the kisses on my lips by him,
I did not notice what Uday was up to and suddenly felt cool breeze on my boobs,
and saw that Uday was extremely swift in opening all my blouse hooks at this po
int exposing my white bra to his view.
Me: Ummmmmm! Ummmmmm! Ummmmmm!
I tried to say No , No , No , but since I was lip-locked with him, I could sound that muc
h only, as he was now
trying to peel off my blouse off my body. My pallu was already flying in the lig
ht breeze behind my back and I could
realize very well that my sari was getting loose off my waist. Uday somewhat for
ced me now to open my blouse
completely and since it was very loosely fit he did not have much trouble gettin
g it off my arms. Uday did not leave
sucking my lips till he completely removed my blouse off my body and instantly I
felt a shiver went down my spine.
I tried to grab the blouse, but Uday cleverly threw it towards my back and now w
as pulling my sari off my waist. He simply made me stand and started whiffing it
off my waist. In any case my sari was not worn very securely, as I wore it stan
ding in the open behind the tree in the temple in a hurry and thus before I coul
d even take two
complete breaths, I was standing in Uday s arms in my scanty bra and petticoat onl
y. I looked behind and nearly
froze as I saw Babulal was picking up my sari and blouse from the boat floor and
gaping at me lewdly. Out of natural shyness my arm went on to my revealing brea
sts only clad in a bra in trying to save decency.
Uday: Madam, don t worry about your dress, Babulal will keep them securely.
I was feeling so ashamed looking at the old thug, Babulal, as he sat with a smil
ing face with my sari and blouse in his
lap.
Uday: Madam, why are you feeling shy? He is just a kid.
Me: Have some sense Uday. I cannot just go on opening my clothes in front of him

, just because he is a teenager.

Uday seemed not much interested to continue the talks on this topic and started
hugging, squeezing, and kissing me again. Uday was openly touching all my privat
e areas now. With one hand he was cupping my breasts and with the other hand he
was massaging my bottoms and simultaneously he was sucking and biting my thin li
ps. I was wriggling in elation and sexual excitement to these male touches. I wa
s grabbing him also and scratching his back and hips and it was such a nice feel
ing to hold his physique.
Uday: Madam, please leave me for a while.
Me: Why?
Not answering to my question, Uday started undressing. I smiled seeing his act a
nd in no time he was almost naked. I already had opened his trouser zip while fo
ndling his erect tool and now he pulled it off his legs and the shirt and his ve
st too. He was standing in his mini brief only and was looking very sexy, and mo
re so due to the ambiance. The boat was now almost in the mid river and the wate
rs beside us were glittering in the moonlight. I could not see the banks clearly
due to the darkness. Uday took a couple of steps forward to hand his dress to B
abulal because the strong breeze might fly the clothes to the water if not kept
securely.
The scene was getting heated up and to tell the truth I also eagerly awaiting to
be naked in Uday s arms in this
ultimate romantic setting, but the only concern for me was the presence of that
Babulal. As I was expecting Uday
hugged me tight and this time was trying to pull up my bra from my big firm boob
s. I somehow resisted him from
doing that, but the very next moment he was trying to unfasten my bra hook on my
smooth back. I knew Babulal
was getting a wonderful view of my uncovered whole back as the only cover there
was my bra strap, which was
hardly one inch broad.
Me: Uday pleeeeeeeeeeeease. Don t do that.
I closed my eyes as I realized Uday s fingers had unfasten by bra hook on my back
and the straps sprung to both
sides making my back completely bare and my tits as if bounced up freely off the
bra shackles. I was almost
trembling in excitement, as I was standing in the all side open boat and the coo
l breeze was adding more
stimulation to my arousal. I kept my eyes shut as I could comprehend I was losin
g my last clothing from my upper
portion of my body. Uday applied force to make open my arms and pulled out the b
ra and made me completely
topless. I was standing topless in a boat in the mid river in the arms of a male
, who is not my husband, and also
being watched by the boatman!
Uday: Babulal come down once. Keep this also. Babulal: Yes Uday bhaiya.
I opened my eyes slightly and saw Babulal coming up on the undulating boat to ta
ke my bra. I was feeling a bit
ashamed, but also realized the strong wind would fly it surely to the waters if
not kept properly. I kept my head on Uday s chest hiding my naked boobs also there
and waited till Babulal went back to his place.
Babulal: Madam s bra is so wet with sweat Uday bhaiya. She can catch a cold wearin
g this.
Babulal was inspecting my bra now. The boy was looking at the insides of my bra

cups. Uday was hugging me still and with one hand was constantly twisting my ere
ct nipples as he was talking to Babulal.
Uday: Keeping it in the open will
Babulal intercepted Uday.
Babulal: Uday bhaiya, let me do one thing. I will tie it to a pole and Madam s bra
will dry up in moments in this strong breeze.
Me: What?
I could not stop
tie my bra to a
h to talk to him
e body and hence

reacting listening that this weird plan; Babulal is planning to

pole and wave it in air to get it dry! I could not move out muc
directly, as there was not even a thread on my upper part of th
remained in Uday s physical guard.

Me: Uday, please stop this boy.

Uday: Come on Madam, who is going to see it here. Even if anyone sees it, will t
hink it s just a white cloth, no one can understand that it is actually your bra.
Saying this he started kissing me in front of Babulal. This action made my naked
hanging boobs quite visible to the boy. He was wearing a half pant and the bulg
e within it clearly indicated that this live show was much to his liking. I was
enjoying Uday s kiss again, though feeling a tinge of shame in front of a third pe
rson for my topless condition. After a very long kiss he left my lips and by tha
t time, Babulal had put my bra on a pole and as he erected it, my bra was flying
in the strong breeze like a small flag.
Uday did not give me much chance to me react to this action of Babulal, as he tu
rned his back to Babulal and also
turned me to face away from him towards the shore. My round ass was now touching
his lund, which was out of his
tiny brief. Out of natural shyness my arms went to my fully naked breasts and I
tried to cover at least my areolas
and the taut nipples with my palms. Uday started squeezing and mauling my uncove
red boobs with both hands from
behind me. His hands almost acted as the only cover now on my twin peaks, which
were jiggling and bouncing on my
slightest movement.
I had never remained topless in my life in the open except with my husband on be
d, however, I was feeling like am in heaven in the lap of waters around me ion t
his undulating small boat. I thoroughly enjoyed the squeezing and it seemed to m
e as if his fondling was going on, and on, and on. My erect boobs and nipples gr
ew to their full size due to this hot action and simultaneously I was fully wet
within my pussy. I was slowly pushing my soft round hips to his crotch and feeli
ng his absolutely khada lund.
Uday now moved his right hand from my boobs and slowly took it down my upper nak
ed body to my navel. He circled my navel and fingered it in rhythmic motion.
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I was discharging soft moans as I was wetting the pad in my panty with my fluids
. Uday now gradually eyeing my honey pot and after caressing my naked waist regi
on, he pushed his hand within my petticoat. I felt his fingers were touching my
pubic bush and he was gently playing with the thin hairs there. Out of natural r
eflexes I closed my legs a bit, but Uday thumped my buttocks with his pelvis to
indicate that he did not like my action. I parted my legs again in the standing

posture and he swiftly pulled my petticoat string now and it came off almost ins
tantly. Alarm bells rang in my head and I tried to grab my last decent clothing.
Me: Uday, please don t take it off. I will become fully Uday: Madam I want to see y
ou naked.
He whispered in my ears and tried to pull down my petticoat from my waist. Me: U
day, please understand. There is another person watching us.
Uday: Person! Babulal is a person. Madam, you will make me laugh. Moreover, when
I was kissing you he has already seen your breasts, right? If he sees your legs
will that make much difference? Tell me.
Uday did not wait for my reply and almost forced my hands off my petticoat and p
ulled it down to my mid thighs and in one last swift action, my petticoat droppe
d to my ankles. I was standing stark naked now wearing only a tiny panty, which
was so small that it was not even covering my ass cheeks properly. I felt like s
tanding in my toilet, as never ever did I stand in the open like this.
Uday: Madam, you look so very beautiful without clothes. Your figure is so sexy
even after marriage. Ummmm.
He turned and kissed me on my lips feeling every part of my naked body. Strangel
y I was still not feeling the urge
to be fucked even after Uday had made me nude except for my panty. Guru-ji s drug
had its effect surely. I
realized Uday probably knew that and now he slowly made me lie on the deck of th
e boat and by doing this he made
me totally vulnerable to Babulal s wide gaping eyes. I almost froze in shame when
I saw Babulal coming up to us
again.
Me: Uday
I simply closed my eyes momentarily pulling Uday towards me. But Uday forced out
of my arms and picked up my
petticoat and handed over to Babulal making me shamefully exposed. Me, a 28-year
-old housewife lying on a boat
amidst a river in front of the boatman with completely uncovered body. My heavy
breathing was making my exposed
round boobs look very attractive and my reddish upturned nipples were crowning t
he scene. Babulal must have been
seeing the scene of his life while he took the petticoat from Uday. I was cummin
g again, not even touched by Uday right now, but the very thought of this teenag
er seeing me in this stripped condition.
Babulal: Uday bhaiya, its difficult to come time and again as you can see the br
eeze is building up. If Madam opens her panty, I can take it together.
I was dumbstruck and probably this was left for me to hear. I did not know what
to do or how to react to this and remained motionless.
Uday: Babulal, stay within yourself. I will tell you if I need your help.
I felt much happier as Uday scolded the boy, but my joy seemed short-lived.
Uday: What do you think? Madam is she so shameless that she will become fully nu
de in front of you? Babulal: Sorry Uday bhaiya.
Uday: Don t you know a panty holds all the respect of a woman even if she opens ev
erything? If that thing is protected, a woman is secured. Isn t it Madam?
He pointed his finger to my panty-covered pussy and asked me the question. I cou
ld not make out what to do and
nodded like a fool lying there in front of two males in a bare all state. I do not
know what Babulal understood, as
he went back to his seat at the corner of the boat. Uday did not waste any more
time and entered the ultimate of

our lovemaking. All the conversations between him and me were like whispers with
ample fondling, squeezing,
rubbing and kissing.
Uday: Madam you have such a beautiful body, how did your husband allow you to st
ay away?
He embraced me and kept his body weight on my body. I looked at him and whispere
d a reply with satisfaction in my eyes with every touch of his.
Me: If he did not allow me, how could I get you?
Uday reached and caressed my face and my hair and took his lips again near my li
ps and I parted my lips to
accommodate his. His hands were caressing my whole body though mostly on my juic
y and erect boobs. The very next moment Uday was running his tongue through my n
eck and ears and I closed my eyes and was moaning softly. Then for the first tim
e he started sucking my nipples, one at a time and simultaneously twisting the o
ther free nipple. This gave me a huge, huge turn on.
Me: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
I was almost yelling in excitement. The next moment Uday was licking my entire l
eft breast while he fondled the right. I was reaching down to feel his hardness.
As I did that Uday started to suck on my right nipple with full
force as if trying to draw milk from it. He was now kneading my left breast very
intimately and giving me immense pleasure. When he finished with my breasts, I
looked at them and dropped my eyelids in shame as they were almost shining with
Uday s saliva in the moonlit night. My nipples were fully swollen by his oral atta
ck.
Uday was on top of me now completely and licked my face and neck. This is the fi
rst time any person apart from my husband was on top of my body. I was definitel
y getting more pleasures than what my hubby had given me so far. As Uday caresse
d my breasts sensuously, our lips met again now in the most sensuous way. We wer
e chewing each other s lips and sharing our saliva. Uday then got up and started c
oncentrating down my body.
Uday: Madam, can you please turn over once.
I was lying on the floor of the boat and now turned over and was in a prone cond
ition with my face on the floor. He
instantly pushed down my white panty a bit, which was only covering my ass crack
. My huge gaand remained fully
exposed to his eyes. I lifted my gaand shamelessly to help him pull down my pant
y more. Uday was careful so that
my pad was not dislodged off my pussy. Uday basically pulled out the panty cloth
of my ass crack and pushed it
aside on my booming ass cheek. Uday now spread my thighs and settled his face on
ass crack and started licking me
there.
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!
I was trembling in excitement. Uday was also getting very excited as my full ass
was in front of his face. He
initially tenderly stroked each globe of her big gaand and then moved his finger
s toward the crack between my ass cheeks and parted them wide to look at my fart
hole. Uday then started licking and biting the firm flesh of my naked gaand. He
then started fingering my asshole very tenderly.
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! .

I was gasping with each stroking of his finger. He fingered my asshole and licke
d it so much that I was feeling my asshole was getting slightly parted and must
be looking bigger now. I also spread my ass further so that I could allow the ul
timate.
Uday: Babulal, is there any oil in the boat?
I was quite shaken up by this sudden question of Uday. I almost forgot there was
a boy watching me do lovemaking. Babulal: Yes Uday bhaiya. Shall I give it to y
ou?
Uday nodded and he readily came up with a small bottler of oil. As I was lying o
n floor, I could see Babulal s feet, he was standing within one foot of my naked b
ody. Uday put the oil on his lund and made it greasy. Babulal I saw went back to
his position.
Uday: Madam,. now you will get more pleasure and less pain.
He now brought his huge oil-soaked lund near my ass and positioned it to get ins
ide me. Me: Uday, please do it gently.
I was almost appealing to him. Uday positioned himself and pushed his dick very
slowly inside my anus. I was now
loudly moaning. The oil really was lubricating his lund very well in my moist an
us. I felt his penis tip progress inside my hole gently. I grasped the boat floo
r as he was gyrating his hard dick a bit faster into my crack. Uday s hands were n
ot wasting the time and he cupped my full breasts, which were pressed under my b
ody on the boat floor, and started giving me very tight squeezes.
Me: Oh! My god! What pleasure I am getting!
I made some subtle adjustment in my body to give Uday more pleasure. I pushed my
bottoms a bit upwards and
lifted my body a little balancing on my elbows. This made both my boobs hanging
freely in air and Uday very easily gripped them like two mangoes in two hands. H
onestly it was slightly painful, but I was thankful to Uday for the lubrication
he made with the oil. Moreover, he was not fucking my ass recklessly and he was
very caring. We were doing it slow and steadily. He pushed his lund more and I w
as also pushing my gaand back till his lund was well within me. Uday increased t
he rhythm of the strokes and I was in the seventh heaven greeting every push wit
h wild
orgasms. After some minutes we both discharged adequately being completely satis
fied.
We stayed in that position for some more moments enjoying the lovely night on th
e boat with the wind and the
sounds of water. Then Uday pushed up first and wiped his semen of my gaand with
his brief, which was lying at his
side. I never noticed when he took his brief off and was completely naked. After
he cleaned me up, he pushed and
pulled the cloth of my panty to its proper position over my buttocks covering my
ass crack and part of both of my
ass cheeks. I was not feeling any shame now, though very little was left in me I
thought. Now I got up and was
absolutely facing Babulal. He was gaping at my hanging fully-grown breasts, but
I did not try to hide them, but
instead turned my back to him. I looked at Uday s lund, which was hanging like a b
anana now after discharging its
juices.
Me: Uday, please get my dress. I cannot be like this anymore.

Uday: Babulal, bring Madam s dress. Madam, do you want to get to shore or want to
sail across some more distance? Me: Lets spend some more time here.
Uday: Okay Madam, we have still some more time left before the cart comes to the
temple.
I quickly dressed up as Babulal handed Uday my clothes. I put on my bra and Uday
now helped me to clip it. I was feeling so weak that I accepted his husband-like
behavior. As he put on the hook, he again started massaged my erect boobs, now c
lasped in the bra.
Me: Uday, now stop. They are paining.
Uday: But they seem to be ready again Madam.
He commented this feeling my hard nipples, twitching each of them over my bra wi
th his thumb and middle finger. I also responded adequately by holding his limp
penis.
Me: But he will take time to get ready dear.
We both laughed and hugged each other. I wore the blouse and pulled in my pettic
oat and Uday now forced me to be in that state for some more time not allowing m
e to wear the sari.
Uday: Madam, you look damn sexy in this way.
Simultaneously Babulal also got ample views of my half clad body and must have e
njoyed every bit of this boat ride. Minutes passed very quietly as the boat sail
ed through the river with the pleasant breeze blowing and the moon shinning the
waters. I was sitting almost in Uday s lap, we were so close together, and felt al
most sleepy in this exotic ambiance. The quiet journey continued and I was feeli
ng if it would have been never ending!
Silence was broken by Uday s words.
Uday: Madam, I am feeling guilty you know. Me: Why do you say so?
Uday: Madam, this is the first time I violated Guru-ji s instructions. I did not t
ake you to the temple and we came here and enjoyed.
The mood was such one tends to get philosophic I thought. Me: But Uday, the goal
was to get me You know.
Uday: No, no Madam, I deviated from my conduct. I feel so guilty now.
Me: These things do happen in life once or twice. Uday, look at me. I am a marri
ed woman and I was also carried
away by your presence.
Uday: Madam, you are not at fault. You have come here for a treatment and you ar
e in the process of getting it. I am feeling like a culprit. I can never tell th
is to Guru-ji and have to suppress the fact.
Uday paused and then continued. He sounded so philanthropic!
Uday: Madam, have you ever felt guilty in the true sense in life after undergoin
g through any event? Where you did something out of compulsion or innocence. If
not, you will not feel this.
I thought for a while. I thought deeper.

Me: Yes Uday, you are probably right.

Uday: Do you remember the state of mind you had that day? Then you can realize m
y mind.
Me: Hmm Uday I also had such an occurrence in my life, but that time I was too yo
ung.
Uday: Age is not the binding factor here Madam, the feeling is. Let me hear what
happened to you?
I took a deep breath as Uday had dug up an incident from my teenage days when I
was in school.
Me: But Uday, it s not a matter to be shared proudly. It s a tale of humiliation if
I recap it today. But at that age I hardly understood that.
Uday: See Madam, the realization comes only after something happens. The case is
the same for you in your school days and for me today. That day you might not h
ave dictated things, but even today if you had not persuaded me, I probably woul
d not have the courage to defy Guru-ji s instructions.
Me: Hmm Okay if you insist, this was what happened. I will try to tell you everyt
hing
Flashback:
I was in class X then and I still remember that day quite vividly. It was a Satu
rday. It was an unusual Saturday. I
will tell why I am saying that. We were a joint family; my father and his brothe
r lived together. My grandmother
was also alive. Thus at any point of time someone or the other was always availa
ble in the house. But that day the
situation was very unusual as a close relative from my mother s side died and my p
arents went there along with my
aunt and elder sister. Even my grandmother went with them as she was close to he
r. I was alone in the house and
since my uncle had night duty, all were away by the time he came back. Hence I w
as in the house with my uncle only.
My uncle used to come back from his night duty at around 08:00 am and taking bre
akfast he used to go to sleep till noon. The only servant we had in the house wa
s a maidservant who came regularly at 06:30 in the morning and
prepared food, washed clothes and went away by noon. Since I did not have school
on weekends and my uncle
sleeping I was wondering what to do. Then I thought of opening my elder sister S
unita s bookshelf and scan
through the story books which in general she keeps away from me. My elder sister
never allowed me to read those quoting that they are adult magazines and naturall
y I had more inclination towards them. Today I got the chance. Though I was arou
nd sixteen years then, since I was brought up in a very conservative environment
and studied in a girl s school, I was still pretty much innocent.
I just peeped in my uncle s room to see whether he was asleep or not. I saw he was
sleeping tight in a supine
position, but his lungi was up almost to his waist exposing his hairy legs befor
e my eyes and even I could peep into
his blue shorts. I also noticed a bulge in my uncle s shorts and quickly went off
from that place not understanding
what it was. I closed the door and opened didi s bookshelf with the keys and took
out those books. Sunita didi is in
college now studying post graduation. I saw they were Hindi magazines, but not f
ilm magazines. There were lots of
stories, which had pretty strange names. I scanned through some of them, viz. Nau
krani Bani Biwi , Rukmini

Pahuchee Meena Bazaar ,

Doctor Ya Shaitan , Bhabie Meri Jaan

etc. etc.

There were also pictures accompanying each story and most of them depicted a mal
e and a female and some had only females in scanty dresses. My ears were getting
hot seeing those pics and something was happening in me I could realize. In one
story, there was a set of pictures, very bright and clear, where a man was kiss
ing the girl on her lips in the first photo, next he was holding her breasts wit
h both hands, the girl was only wearing a brassiere, her legs could not be seen.
Next the man was kneeling before her and embracing her naked legs and here I re
alized the girl was wearing a panty only. In the last one, the man was sucking h
er nipples and she was not even wearing the brassiere in this pic. I quickly clo
sed the book and was breathing heavily.
Nita, Nita!
I heard my uncle calling me. Though my name is Anita, he calls me lovingly Nita . M
e: Chachu, aa rahi hoon. One minute.
I quickly put the books in the shelf, locked it and went out to see what uncle w
anted. When I went into uncle s room, I was still breathing heavily and was not ou
t of the effect of those adult magazines . I tried to remain normal, but uncle some
how caught me.
Uncle: Nita, do kadam aane me tu haaf rahi hai? Kya baat hai? Me: Nothing chachu
. Aise hi.
Uncle was looking at my breasts, which were rhythmically moving up and down with
in my top and bra. I tried to divert the topic.
Me: Chachu aap mujhe bula rahe the? Koi kaam hai kya?
Fortunately my uncle did not drag that inquiry, but still looking at my twin pea
ks intently, he asked me to bring the knife from my mother s room, as he wanted to
cut some fruits. I readily went for that and the first thing I did
coming to mummy s room was to check myself in the mirror. I was panting a bit no d
oubt, which was actually making my top stretch a bit on my tits, but otherwise l
ooked okay. I was 16 then and had normal sized boobs, very erect and tight, alon
g with a thin figure and somewhat fleshy hips for a girl of class X. I used to w
ear tops and skirts at home and that day also was no different.
As I was growing fast at that age and most of my skirts were getting shorter for
my height, my mom used to
select skirts for me to wear at home, and I invariably found that she chose the
shorter ones for home and the
longer ones for outside. She hardly discarded any skirt and today also I was wea
ring one of them from my mom s
collection. I noticed my mom did not mind much if I wore short skirts at home, b
ut while I went outside she was
very particular about my skirt covering below my knees. Even she kept aside one
skirt for my sleeping purpose, that
too when I slept with my didi, which was horribly short now, as probably that wa
s brought when I was in class VI.
For the last one year, I always wear a brassiere at home, as my mom insisted tha
t, saying teri doodh ab bari ho gayi hai Anita. Hamesha bra pehna kar.
Today also was no different. I took the knife now for uncle and went back to his
room. As I entered I saw uncle
was changing his dress. On other days, if my aunt was present, uncle would certa
inly use a towel or turn back to the wall, but today to my utter disbelief, he w
as changing it openly. It seemed to me as if he was waiting for me and as soon a
s I entered his room, he started to pull down his lungi. His vest was already of
f and now he was standing
naked except for his shorts. I dropped my eyes from directly looking at him and

placed the knife on the table and was about to leave the room.
Uncle: Nita, almirah se mera ek lungi dena.
Me: Ji chachu.
I opened the shelf and picked up a lungi for him and when I turned I saw uncle h
ad come forward and was standing
within a couple of feet from me. He was looking so odd standing only in his blue
shorts and the bulge was so very
distinct within his shorts. I was feeling very uncomfortable and my eyes were in
advertently going time and again to
his shorts. I quickly left the room handing him the lungi. I went back to my roo
m and was wondering why my uncle
behaved that way!
I put on the headphone and listened to some music to clear out the uncomfortable
ness that I was having due to
reading those magazines and seeing uncle s bulge in his shorts. Then after around
half an hour I went for my bath. Since our house was an old fashioned one, we di
d not have attached baths, but used a common bathroom. I took my spare clothes,
a fresh set of undergarments and the towel and went inside the toilet for taking
a shower. I was almost done with my shower when I heard uncle shouting to open
the toilet door!
Uncle: Nita, Nita, ek bar darwaza khol jaldi, I have cut my finger.
Thump! Thump! Uncle was hitting the door and I was a bit puzzled. Though I had c
ompleted my shower, I was completely nude then and water was all over my body.
Me: Chachu mai to naha rahi hoon.
Uncle: Nita its bleeding heavily, jaldi darwaza khol.
Since my uncle was insisting me to open the bathroom door, I quickly started rub
bing my wet body with the towel and at the same time requested uncle to wait for
a while.
Me: Chachu ek minute please. Kapde to pehen-ne do.
Uncle almost ordered me now in a very stern voice.
Uncle: Itna khoon beh raha hai idhar, us-e kapde ki padi hai. Tu nangi hi nikal
aa.
I was shocked listening to him, but thought probably it was bleeding very profus
ely such that he wanted me to get
out of the bathroom urgently. I tried to rub my naked body dry very quickly, but
uncle was getting very impatient.
Uncle: Nita, kya hua? Nangi ane me sharm aati hai to towel lappet le, lekin bhag
wan ke liye jaldi nikal. Me: Ji chachu.
I quickly wrapped the towel around my body, but at the same time felt it was ver
y inadequate and was exposing a lot of my young tender body. There was no more t
ime to think about my physical show off, as my uncle was striking the door again
and I had to open it. Uncle almost rushed inside the toilet and held his bleedi
ng finger under the running tap. I was really surprised to see that the cut was
not that severe, at least the way he behaved and made me get out of the toilet f
orcefully.
Uncle: Kitna bleeding ho raha hai dekh Nita. Me: Yes chachu.
I was more concerned about my compromised condition in terms of clothing than hi
s bleeding. The towel was good
enough to cover my both jiggling boobs, but all of my fair legs and thighs were

totally exposed. I felt like wearing

that short skirt, which my mom had kept for sleeping, which only covers my round
bottom area. Though I had tied a
knot with the towel around my body, I was not at all comfortable as my movements
might just open it and the towel
might slid off my naked body. As uncle was washing his finger, he was watching m
e also time and again.
Uncle: Tu to ab sachmuch badi ho gayi hai Nita.
I giggled a little at his comment and replied innocently to him. Me: Aj malum pa
da aapko?
Uncle: Nehi Nita wo baat nahi hai. Actually towel mei to tujhe aj pehli baar dek
h raha hoon na, is liye. I giggled and blushed and did not even know what to rep
ly.
Uncle: Aj tak towel mei to mai sirf teri chachi ko hi dekha hoon.
We both laughed at this. Then what happened in the next one minute was the weird
est thing and I least expected
that.
Uncle: Good, ab bleeding lagbhag stop ho gaya hai. Let me wrap it with something
.
Saying that he looked around. My dress I was wearing before my bath, I kept that
set in a bucket for washing and my fresh set was hung on the door hook. A blue
skirt and a white top was hanging there and I had kept my bra and panty on top o
f the tap, as I would wear that first thing after my bath. I almost got a kick i
n the teeth when I saw my uncle chose my panty, which was kept over the tap, to
wrap his finger!
Uncle: Filhal isi se kaam chala leta hoon. Baad mei bandage kar lunga. Me: Chach
u par wo to meri
I had to make an objection, as uncle was about to pick up my pink colored panty.
Uncle: wo to meri - kya? Tu bhi naa. Ja, room me ja aur dusri panty pehen le.
Saying that he picked up my panty and stretched it to see its dimensions. My ear
s turned red now, as he was seeing my panty intently close to his face. I decide
d not to stop there and went ahead for my room.
Me: Chachu mai room mei jake kapde pehen leti hoon. Fir ake apka bandage karti h
oon. Uncle: Okay ja, jaldi ana.
I was so relieved to be in my room and quickly closed the door behind me. I was
breathing heavily now standing so long clad in a towel only. I opened the cupboa
rd and took a fresh set of white undergarments and wore it. I picked up a blue t
op and a matching light blue skirt. But as I saw in the mirror to wear a matchin
g skirt, I was exposing my legs beyond the limits of modesty, as this skirt was
again quite old and was literally short. It must have somehow evaded my mom s eyes
I thought. I hesitated for a second to wear it, but finally decided for it as t
here was no one in the house except uncle. My light blue skirt just looked like
a bigger miniskirt, as it was exposing half of my fair thighs. I went back to un
cle s room to get him the bandage.
Uncle was sitting on bed in his room and as soon as I entered inside the room he
asked me a very strange question. Uncle: Nita, tu mujhse jhoot kiyu boli?
I walked to the side of the bed where he was sitting. I noticed he had wrapped h
is finger with my pink panty. I was feeling so ashamed seeing my panty wrapped o
n my uncle s finger.
Me: Jhoot? Kaun sa jhoot chachu?
Uncle: Tu boli ke ye teri panty hai.

Me: Ya chachu, ye to meri hai.

Uncle: Ek baat bata Nita. Tu teri chachi se choti hai ya badi?
I was not getting at all what uncle was trying to mean and so innocently continu
ed the conversation. Me: Choti hoon. Chachu, ye koi poochne wali baat hai?
Uncle: Wohi to. Ab bol ke ye kaise ho sakta hai ke teri chachi tujhse choti pant
y pehenti hai?
Me: Kya?
I was surprised and somewhat irritated at such a lewd comment. Uncle went on exp
laining.
Uncle: Tu jab chali gayi to mai dekha ke ye panty to teri chachi jo pehenti hai
us-se badi hai. Ye kaise ho sakta hai? I argued innocently and was dragging in m
ore humiliating situations for me.
Me: Chachu, ap ko kaise pata hoga chachi ki undergarments ke bareme? Ap to khari
dte nehi ho unke liye. Uncle: Sirf kharidne se hi pata chalta hai? Nita, tu bhi
na.
Me: Chachu, ap hawa me baat karoge to mai maan loongi kya?
Uncle: Nita, mai teri chachi ko roz dekhta hoon early morning nahake toilet se n
ikal kar mere samne panty pehenti hai. Aur tu bol rahi hai mai hawa me baat fek
raha hoon?
For the moment I was taken aback listening to such a comment about my own aunt.
My aunt had a heavy figure at least compared to my mom. She had big boobs and bi
g hips. I tried to imagine the scene as uncle told that she is coming out of the
toilet after the bath and wearing her panty in front of uncle.
Me: Chachi kya nangi bahar aati hai toilet se? Ya fir aj jaise mai nikli uncle k
e samne waise?
I murmured within myself. I was feeling a thirst continuing such conversation wi
th my own uncle.
Uncle: Okay, tu yakin nehi kar rahi hai na. Mere saath aa idhar.
Uncle stood up and went up to their almirah. I followed him. He opened the almir
ah and after some scrambling and
jumbling of their clothes, he took out a couple of panties of my aunt. I was fee
ling a hot wave was passing through
my body as my uncle brought my aunt s panty in front of me. It was such a tiny one
that I myself looked down in
shame.
Uncle: Ab bol Nita, kya mai galat bol raha tha?
Now uncle readily opened my tied panty in his finger and was trying to show me h
ow big my panty was compared to
my aunt s.
Uncle: Tu 16 saal ki hai aur teri chachi 35 saal ki hai. Dono ki panty dekhke mu
jhe to ulta lag raha hai.
He burst out in laughter to his own words. I had to say something, but what I sa
id put me in a messier situation. Me: Ji chachu, mujhe to iski size dekhkei shar
am aa rahi hai.
Uncle: Tu sharam ki baat kar rahi hai, lekin teri chachi to bolti hai ajkal ye s
ab fashion hai. Ye dekh. Ye sab magazines dekhke to wo ye sab kharid ti hai.
Uncle threw a couple of English colorful magazines before me. I saw the name of
the mag is Cosmopolitan and
when I turned the pages there were only pictures of tons of girls wearing only b

ra and panty. My head was like

spinning seeing so many of them, among which some were also topless. I was reall
y amazed to know that my aunt
goes through this mag, where my mom does not even allow filmi magazines in our h
ouse for revealing pictures.
I was really feeling very ashamed now looking at those very revealing pics of gi
rls before my uncle, but could not directly come out of the situation also. I wa
s really wondering what to do, but my uncle dragged me into more humiliating sit
uations and talks.
Uncle: To Nita mai to sabit kar diya ke ye panty to teri nehi ho sakti. Mujhe la
gta hai ye zaroor teri mummy ki hogi.
While saying he pointed towards his wounded finger where my panty was wrapped ar
ound like a bandage. I was still fighting innocently trying to prove my point.
Me: Nehi, nehi ye mummy ke nehi hai. Mummy to
I stopped myself, as I almost told my mom s secret to my uncle. My mom does not we
ar a panty generally except during her periods, but how can I tell that to uncle
? I quickly tried to cover that up.
Me: Chachu ek kam karte hai, chaliye mai apko apne almirah dikhati hoon, usme is
i size ka aur bhi panty agar mil jaye aapko yakin ho jayega?
Uncle: Ye thik rahega. Chal.
I thanked god in my mind that I did not reveal my mom s secret, but little did I k
now that I would have to reveal much more in the next few minutes. We walked to
our room, I mean my parents room because though Sunita didi and I slept and stud
ied in a separate room, we had one common almirah. Chachu very rarely comes to t
his bedroom as most of the time while chatting we are in the dining hall. I went
up to the almirah and opened it in front of him. It was full of female clothes
only, my mom s, my elder sister s and mine of course. My mom had made each shelf in
the almirah for one person - like the top one for her, the middle one for me and
the lower one for Sunita didi. I quickly scrambled my shelf and got hold of two
of my bra and panty and showed it to uncle.
Me: Ye dekhiye chachu, same size hai ki nahi?
My uncle took this new panty again in his hand and stretched it as if to see how
much it will cover my buttocks. I
was feeling so ashamed as he was doing this very openly. Then quickly he noticed
a panty, which was poking his head from the lower shelf.
Uncle: Ye kiski hai? Bhabie ki?
Me: No chachu, ye to Sunita didi ki hai.
I replied innocently. Uncle picked that panty also from below and started compar
ing the two. Sunita didi s panty
was also slightly short than mine. The prime reason being my mom did not want me
to wear skimpy panties and
hence usually brought those with a bigger base so that almost the whole of my bo
ttoms are covered properly. But I have seen many a times Sunita didi wearing a p
anty, which exposed more of her round ass cheeks than covering.
When I asked, Didi is panty to teri aadhi gaand bhi nehi dhak rahi hai , she replie
d Tu jab badi hogi tab samjhegi aisi panty pehenne ki maza.
Uncle: Nita, ye dekh. Ye panty bhi teri wali se choti hai.

Me: Chachu mai kya kar sakti hu agar mummy mere liye aise hi types kharid ti hai
to.
Uncle: Arre to aise bol na. Isi liye mujhe samajh me nehi aa raha tha.
Thank god! He understood. Uncle was still inspecting intently Sunita didi s panty.
Uncle: Nita ek baat bata, tu boli ke bhabie tere liye kharid ti hai, to Sunita k
e liye bhi kharid ti hai kya?
Me: Nehi chachu, didi apni inner khud kharid ti hai. Ek din to mummy aur didi me
i is mudde pe ladai bhi hui. Mummy ko to is type ki undergarments bilkul na pasa
nd hai.
Uncle: Dekh Nita, mai to bhabie ko itne saal dekh raha hoon. Wo badi conservativ
e kism ki lady hai.
Now I could not resist myself from innocently revealing my mom s very personal sec
rets. I was such a fool at that age and my uncle was gulping the rasila info from
me.
Me: Chachu ap nehi jante, wo sirf meri aur did ke bare mei conservative hai.
Uncle: Nehi nehi, ye mai nehi maan sakta. Bhabie jis style se sari pehenke bahar
jati hai, ghar mei jis kism ke nighty pehenti hai
I interrupted uncle and was now innocently revealing my mom s very personal secret
s, but I never realized that my uncle was only poking me to know more. I stood u
p on my toes and from the backside of the top shelf of the almirah brought out a
nighty to show uncle.
Me: Ye dekhiye chachu, ye kya conservative hai?
It was a pink colored looked normal looking decent nighty, but the was appalling
ly short for any average height
woman.
Uncle: Wow!
Me: Mummy ye kabhi kabar sone ke waqt pehenti hai. Uncle: Ye to koi filmi dress
se kam nehi!
Me: Haan chachu.
Uncle was now inspecting my mom s nighty very closely especially from the waist pa
rt downwards and stretching to see how much was its width.
Uncle: Iski jo length hai aur bhabie ki jo height hai, ye pehenne ke baad bhabie
to adhi nangi rehegi. Tu to dekhi hai teri mummy ko ye pehene hua, mai kya gala
t bol raha hoon Nita?
I myself blushed listening to uncle s words and could only nod. I had seen mummy i
n that dress not for lot many days, but certainly on some Saturdays.
Me: Ji chachu.
Uncle: Lekin is dress ke sath to bhabie ki conservative panty nehi jamegi. Iske
sath to teri chachi jaisi pehenti hai, wo wali panty chayihe.
He paused just for a moment and asked me a bumper question with a smiling face.
.
Uncle: Kya re Nita, bhabie is dress ke niche panty pehenti hai ke nehi?

Me: Ap bade besharam ho. Kya sab puch rahe ho chachu.

But within my mind I distinctly remembered that mummy was not wearing anything b
elow the dress on at least one occasion as when I saw her in that attire, she wa
s lying on bed already and my dad was taking a bath and I could clearly see her
pussy though she quickly covered herself with a blanket.
Uncle was looking very intently now as if visualizing my mother in that dress an
d I could now distinctly see a bulge in his lungi. It was looking like a small p
ole being erect out of the lungi. And as soon as I noticed that I started feelin
g uncomfortable, but soon had a height of uncomfortableness by my uncle s request.
Uncle: Nita tu thodi help karegi? Mai ek cheez dekhna chata hoon.
Me: Kya cheez?
I asked innocently. Uncle was looking at my eyes directly and in a very unusual
manner. He was holding my mom s sexy dress in his hand.
Uncle: Nita mai teri chachi ke liye ek aisa nightdress kharidna chahta hoon.
Me: To kharidiye na kaun roka hai? Lekin ap kya cheez dekhne ki baat kar rahe ho
?
Uncle: Dekh Nita, bhabie ko to mai dekh nehi sakta is dress mei. Lekin at least
kisiko to dekh loo before I buy. Tu kiyu na ekbar pehen isko? At least mujhe ide
a ho jayega.
Me: Kya?
Uncle: Nita. Is me sochne wali to koi baat hai-I nahi. Teri mummy jab pehen sakt
i hai, to tu kiyu nahi? Aur aj to ghar mei koi hai nahi.
I would not say that I never felt wearing that dress, but did not get the opport
unity to wear it, which was also
true, but never ever did I thought to wear it in front of someone, especially a
male, but now I could not refuse my uncle straight away also.
Me: Par chachu
Uncle s tone was changing from request to command.
Uncle: Nita abhi to tu mere samne sirf towel mei khadi thi, to ise pehen ne mei
sharm kaisi? Me: lekin chachu
Uncle: Bakwas bandh. Ye skirt aur top utar aur ye pehen le.
I had nothing to do but to obey my uncle s order. I took the dress from uncle s hand
and went to the attached
bathroom in my mom s room and closed the door. I was growing fast and was almost m
y mother s height by then,
may be a couple of inches shorter. Yes, proportion wise I was not as plump as my
mom, which is quite natural also at
my age of only 16. Though I was wearing a shorter skirt today than what I wear n
ormally, mom s dress would still be
simply half the length of that. The heaviness that my mom has in her boobs and h
ips due to her age and marriage
were missing in me of course, but still when I looked into this dress I felt tha
t it would keep me highly exposed.

I took off my top above my head first and then dropped my skirt to the floor. I
kept both of them in a hanger in
the toilet. I was standing in my bra and panty only. I appreciated my somewhat l
ean figure on which my tight boobs stood proud clasped in my white bra. My panty
was adequately covering my firm ass cheeks and my pussy. As I held the dress in
front of me I could realize it won t cover anything more apart from my ass. I hav
e never worn such a short dress till then. Even the skirt my mom had kept for sl
eeping went down at least to my mid thigh. Out of
natural shyness probably my left hand went to my buttocks and with my fingers I
tried to stretch the material of my panty over my ass cheeks so as to cover a bi
t more of my round fleshy buttocks, but it had already stretched to the fullest
and did not extended a centimeter on my ass.
Uncle: Nita so gayi kya? Ek simple sa dress pehenne mei tu kitni time legi? Me:
Chachu zara sabar to kijiye.
I pulled in my mom s dress now over my head and got it down through my shoulder ov
er my twin peaks and belly. The
dress was fortunately covering my breasts quite appropriately, but due to the cu
tting at the top and shoulder
laces, my white bra strap remained exposed over both shoulders. It was looking v
ery vulgar to me, but I could not
find any way to wrap them. The length of the dress was as expected just enough t
o cover my round bottoms.
Seeing my condition, I had no doubt that when my mom wore this dress surely the
bottom part of her hips would
remain constantly exposed.
Moreover, the mid portion of the dress was rather flimsy, which I did not notice
initially, but now became aware of. And my navel and belly remained exposed thr
ough the very thin material of the dress. How could mummy wear
such a dress? How could she be so shameless at this age! I thought to myself and
seeing me in the mirror I
flushed and my ears were instantly red. Should I go like this in front of uncle?
I was in a dilemma.
Knock! Knock!
Uncle: Nita come on!
I had no other alternative but to open the door and come out in front of my uncl
e in that revealing dress. Though hesitant I opened the door and out of shame wa
s unable to come out of the bathroom. Without wasting a second uncle came inside
the bathroom and saw me standing with my face down and legs joined together. Th
e whole of my fair legs and thighs were completely bare in front of his eyes.
Uncle: Aj tak towel mei to mai sirf teri chachi ko hi dekha hoon.
We both laughed at this. Then what happened in the next one minute was the weird
est thing and I least expected
that.
Uncle: Good, ab bleeding lagbhag stop ho gaya hai. Let me wrap it with something
.
Saying that he looked around. My dress I was wearing before my bath, I kept that
set in a bucket for washing and my fresh set was hung on the door hook. A blue
skirt and a white top was hanging there and I had kept my bra and panty on top o
f the tap, as I would wear that first thing after my bath. I almost got a kick i
n the teeth when I saw my uncle chose my panty, which was kept over the tap, to
wrap his finger!
Uncle: Filhal isi se kaam chala leta hoon. Baad mei bandage kar lunga. Me: Chach

u par wo to meri
I had to make an objection, as uncle was about to pick up my pink colored panty.
Uncle: wo to meri

- kya? Tu bhi naa. Ja, room me ja aur dusri panty pehen le.

Saying that he picked up my panty and stretched it to see its dimensions. My ear
s turned red now, as he was seeing
my panty intently close to his face. I decided not to stop there and went ahead
for my room.
Me: Chachu mai room mei jake kapde pehen leti hoon. Fir ake apka bandage karti h
oon. Uncle: Okay ja, jaldi ana.
I was so relieved to be in my room and quickly closed the door behind me. I was
breathing heavily now standing so long clad in a towel only. I opened the cupboa
rd and took a fresh set of white undergarments and wore it. I picked up a blue t
op and a matching light blue skirt. But as I saw in the mirror to wear a matchin
g skirt, I was exposing my legs beyond the limits of modesty, as this skirt was
again quite old and was literally short. It must have somehow evaded my mom s eyes
I thought. I hesitated for a second to wear it, but finally decided for it as t
here was no one in the house except uncle. My light blue skirt just looked like
a bigger miniskirt, as it was exposing half of my fair thighs. I went back to un
cle s room to get him the bandage.
Uncle was sitting on bed in his room and as soon as I entered inside the room he
asked me a very strange question. Uncle: Nita, tu mujhse jhoot kiyu boli?
I walked to the side of the bed where he was sitting. I noticed he had wrapped h
is finger with my pink panty. I was feeling so ashamed seeing my panty wrapped o
n my uncle s finger.
Me: Jhoot? Kaun sa jhoot chachu?
Uncle: Tu boli ke ye teri panty hai.
Me: Ya chachu, ye to meri hai.
Uncle: Ek baat bata Nita. Tu teri chachi se choti hai ya badi?
I was not getting at all what uncle was trying to mean and so innocently continu
ed the conversation. Me: Choti hoon. Chachu, ye koi poochne wali baat hai?
Uncle: Wohi to. Ab bol ke ye kaise ho sakta hai ke teri chachi tujhse choti pant
y pehenti hai?
Me: Kya?
I was surprised and somewhat irritated at such a lewd comment. Uncle went on exp
laining.
Uncle: Tu jab chali gayi to mai dekha ke ye panty to teri chachi jo pehenti hai
us-se badi hai. Ye kaise ho sakta hai? I argued innocently and was dragging in m
ore humiliating situations for me.
Me: Chachu, ap ko kaise pata hoga chachi ki undergarments ke bareme? Ap to khari
dte nehi ho unke liye. Uncle: Sirf kharidne se hi pata chalta hai? Nita, tu bhi
na.
Me: Chachu, ap hawa me baat karoge to mai maan loongi kya?
Uncle: Nita, mai teri chachi ko roz dekhta hoon early morning nahake toilet se n
ikal kar mere samne panty pehenti hai. Aur tu bol rahi hai mai hawa me baat fek
raha hoon?
For the moment I was taken aback listening to such a comment about my own aunt.
My aunt had a heavy figure at
least compared to my mom. She had big boobs and big hips. I tried to imagine the
scene as uncle told that she is
coming out of the toilet after the bath and wearing her panty in front of uncle.

Me: Chachi kya nangi bahar aati hai toilet se? Ya fir aj jaise mai nikli uncle k
e samne waise?
I murmured within myself. I was feeling a thirst continuing such conversation wi
th my own uncle.
Uncle: Okay, tu yakin nehi kar rahi hai na. Mere saath aa idhar.
Uncle stood up and went up to their almirah. I followed him. He opened the almir
ah and after some scrambling and
jumbling of their clothes, he took out a couple of panties of my aunt. I was fee
ling a hot wave was passing through
my body as my uncle brought my aunt s panty in front of me. It was such a tiny one
that I myself looked down in
shame.
Uncle: Ab bol Nita, kya mai galat bol raha tha?
Now uncle readily opened my tied panty in his finger and was trying to show me h
ow big my panty was compared to
my aunt s.
Uncle: Tu 16 saal ki hai aur teri chachi 35 saal ki hai. Dono ki panty dekhke mu
jhe to ulta lag raha hai.
He burst out in laughter to his own words. I had to say something, but what I sa
id put me in a messier situation. Me: Ji chachu, mujhe to iski size dekhkei shar
am aa rahi hai.
Uncle: Tu sharam ki baat kar rahi hai, lekin teri chachi to bolti hai ajkal ye s
ab fashion hai. Ye dekh. Ye sab magazines dekhke to wo ye sab kharid ti hai.
Uncle threw a couple of English colorful magazines before me. I saw the name of
the mag is Cosmopolitan and
when I turned the pages there were only pictures of tons of girls wearing only b
ra and panty. My head was like
spinning seeing so many of them, among which some were also topless. I was reall
y amazed to know that my aunt
goes through this mag, where my mom does not even allow filmi magazines in our h
ouse for revealing pictures.
I was really feeling very ashamed now looking at those very revealing pics of gi
rls before my uncle, but could not directly come out of the situation also. I wa
s really wondering what to do, but my uncle dragged me into more humiliating sit
uations and talks.
Uncle: To Nita mai to sabit kar diya ke ye panty to teri nehi ho sakti. Mujhe la
gta hai ye zaroor teri mummy ki hogi.
While saying he pointed towards his wounded finger where my panty was wrapped ar
ound like a bandage. I was still fighting innocently trying to prove my point.
Me: Nehi, nehi ye mummy ke nehi hai. Mummy to
I stopped myself, as I almost told my mom s secret to my uncle. My mom does not we
ar a panty generally except during her periods, but how can I tell that to uncle
? I quickly tried to cover that up.
Me: Chachu ek kam karte hai, chaliye mai apko apne almirah dikhati hoon, usme is
i size ka aur bhi panty agar mil jaye aapko yakin ho jayega?
Uncle: Ye thik rahega. Chal.
I thanked god in my mind that I did not reveal my mom s secret, but little did I k
now that I would have to reveal
much more in the next few minutes. We walked to our room, I mean my parents room

because though Sunita didi

and I slept and studied in a separate room, we had one common almirah. Chachu ve
ry rarely comes to this bedroom
as most of the time while chatting we are in the dining hall. I went up to the a
lmirah and opened it in front of him.
It was full of female clothes only, my mom s, my elder sister s and mine of course.
My mom had made each shelf in the almirah for one person - like the top one for
her, the middle one for me and the lower one for Sunita didi. I quickly scramble
d my shelf and got hold of two of my bra and panty and showed it to uncle.
Me: Ye dekhiye chachu, same size hai ki nahi?
My uncle took this new panty again in his hand and stretched it as if to see how
much it will cover my buttocks. I
was feeling so ashamed as he was doing this very openly. Then quickly he noticed
a panty, which was poking his head from the lower shelf.
Uncle: Ye kiski hai? Bhabie ki?
Me: No chachu, ye to Sunita didi ki hai.
I replied innocently. Uncle picked that panty also from below and started compar
ing the two. Sunita didi s panty
was also slightly short than mine. The prime reason being my mom did not want me
to wear skimpy panties and
hence usually brought those with a bigger base so that almost the whole of my bo
ttoms are covered properly. But I have seen many a times Sunita didi wearing a p
anty, which exposed more of her round ass cheeks than covering.
When I asked, Didi is panty to teri aadhi gaand bhi nehi dhak rahi hai , she replie
d Tu jab badi hogi tab samjhegi aisi panty pehenne ki maza.
Uncle: Nita, ye dekh. Ye panty bhi teri wali se choti hai.
Me: Chachu mai kya kar sakti hu agar mummy mere liye aise hi types kharid ti hai
to.
Uncle: Arre to aise bol na. Isi liye mujhe samajh me nehi aa raha tha.
Thank god! He understood. Uncle was still inspecting intently Sunita didi s panty.
Uncle: Nita ek baat bata, tu boli ke bhabie tere liye kharid ti hai, to Sunita k
e liye bhi kharid ti hai kya?
Me: Nehi chachu, didi apni inner khud kharid ti hai. Ek din to mummy aur didi me
i is mudde pe ladai bhi hui. Mummy ko to is type ki undergarments bilkul na pasa
nd hai.
Uncle: Dekh Nita, mai to bhabie ko itne saal dekh raha hoon. Wo badi conservativ
e kism ki lady hai.
Now I could not resist myself from innocently revealing my mom s very personal sec
rets. I was such a fool at that age and my uncle was gulping the rasila info from
me.
Me: Chachu ap nehi jante, wo sirf meri aur did ke bare mei conservative hai.
Uncle: Nehi nehi, ye mai nehi maan sakta. Bhabie jis style se sari pehenke bahar
jati hai, ghar mei jis kism ke nighty pehenti hai
I interrupted uncle and was now innocently revealing my mom s very personal secret

s, but I never realized that my uncle was only poking me to know more. I stood u
p on my toes and from the backside of the top shelf of the almirah brought out a
nighty to show uncle.
Me: Ye dekhiye chachu, ye kya conservative hai?
It was a pink colored looked normal looking decent nighty, but the was appalling
ly short for any average height
woman.
Uncle: Wow!
Me: Mummy ye kabhi kabar sone ke waqt pehenti hai.
Uncle: Ye to koi filmi dress se kam nehi! Me: Haan chachu.
Uncle was now inspecting my mom s nighty very closely especially from the waist pa
rt downwards and stretching to see how much was its width.
Uncle: Iski jo length hai aur bhabie ki jo height hai, ye pehenne ke baad bhabie
to adhi nangi rehegi. Tu to dekhi hai teri mummy ko ye pehene hua, mai kya gala
t bol raha hoon Nita?
I myself blushed listening to uncle s words and could only nod. I had seen mummy i
n that dress not for lot many days, but certainly on some Saturdays.
Me: Ji chachu.
Uncle: Lekin is dress ke sath to bhabie ki conservative panty nehi jamegi. Iske
sath to teri chachi jaisi pehenti hai, wo wali panty chayihe.
He paused just for a moment and asked me a bumper question with a smiling face.
. Uncle: Kya re Nita, bhabie is dress ke niche panty pehenti hai ke nehi?
Me: Ap bade besharam ho. Kya sab puch rahe ho chachu.
But within my mind I distinctly remembered that mummy was not wearing anything b
elow the dress on at least one occasion as when I saw her in that attire, she wa
s lying on bed already and my dad was taking a bath and I could clearly see her
pussy though she quickly covered herself with a blanket.
Uncle was looking very intently now as if visualizing my mother in that dress an
d I could now distinctly see a bulge in his lungi. It was looking like a small p
ole being erect out of the lungi. And as soon as I noticed that I started feelin
g uncomfortable, but soon had a height of uncomfortableness by my uncle s request.
Uncle: Nita tu thodi help karegi? Mai ek cheez dekhna chata hoon.
Me: Kya cheez?
I asked innocently. Uncle was looking at my eyes directly and in a very unusual
manner. He was holding my mom s sexy dress in his hand.
Uncle: Nita mai teri chachi ke liye ek aisa nightdress kharidna chahta hoon.
Me: To kharidiye na kaun roka hai? Lekin ap kya cheez dekhne ki baat kar rahe ho
?
Uncle: Dekh Nita, bhabie ko to mai dekh nehi sakta is dress mei. Lekin at least
kisiko to dekh loo before I buy. Tu kiyu na ekbar pehen isko? At least mujhe ide
a ho jayega.
Me: Kya?
Uncle: Nita. Is me sochne wali to koi baat hai-I nahi. Teri mummy jab pehen sakt
i hai, to tu kiyu nahi? Aur aj to ghar mei koi hai nahi.

I would not say that I never felt wearing that dress, but did not get the opport
unity to wear it, which was also
true, but never ever did I thought to wear it in front of someone, especially a
male, but now I could not refuse my uncle straight away also.
Me: Par chachu
Uncle s tone was changing from request to command.
Uncle: Nita abhi to tu mere samne sirf towel mei khadi thi, to ise pehen ne mei
sharm kaisi? Me: lekin chachu
Uncle: Bakwas bandh. Ye skirt aur top utar aur ye pehen le.
I had nothing to do but to obey my uncle s order. I took the dress from uncle s hand
and went to the attached
bathroom in my mom s room and closed the door. I was growing fast and was almost m
y mother s height by then,
may be a couple of inches shorter. Yes, proportion wise I was not as plump as my
mom, which is quite natural also at
my age of only 16. Though I was wearing a shorter skirt today than what I wear n
ormally, mom s dress would still be
simply half the length of that. The heaviness that my mom has in her boobs and h
ips due to her age and marriage
were missing in me of course, but still when I looked into this dress I felt tha
t it would keep me highly exposed.
I took off my top above my head first and then dropped my skirt to the floor. I
kept both of them in a hanger in the toilet. I was standing in my bra and panty
only. I appreciated my somewhat lean figure on which my tight boobs stood proud
clasped in my white bra. My panty was adequately covering my firm ass cheeks and
my pussy. As I held the dress in front of me I could realize it won t cover anyth
ing more apart from my ass. I have never worn such a short dress till then. Even
the skirt my mom had kept for sleeping went down at least to my mid thigh. Out
of
natural shyness probably my left hand went to my buttocks and with my fingers I
tried to stretch the material of my panty over my ass cheeks so as to cover a bi
t more of my round fleshy buttocks, but it had already stretched to the fullest
and did not extended a centimeter on my ass.
Uncle: Nita so gayi kya? Ek simple sa dress pehenne mei tu kitni time legi? Me:
Chachu zara sabar to kijiye.
I pulled in my mom s dress now over my head and got it down through my shoulder ov
er my twin peaks and belly. The
dress was fortunately covering my breasts quite appropriately, but due to the cu
tting at the top and shoulder
laces, my white bra strap remained exposed over both shoulders. It was looking v
ery vulgar to me, but I could not
find any way to wrap them. The length of the dress was as expected just enough t
o cover my round bottoms.
Seeing my condition, I had no doubt that when my mom wore this dress surely the
bottom part of her hips would
remain constantly exposed.
Moreover, the mid portion of the dress was rather flimsy, which I did not notice
initially, but now became aware of. And my navel and belly remained exposed thr
ough the very thin material of the dress. How could mummy wear
such a dress? How could she be so shameless at this age! I thought to myself and
seeing me in the mirror I
flushed and my ears were instantly red. Should I go like this in front of uncle?
I was in a dilemma.
Knock! Knock!

Uncle: Nita come on!

I had no other alternative but to open the door and come out in front of my uncl
e in that revealing dress. Though hesitant I opened the door and out of shame wa
s unable to come out of the bathroom. Without wasting a second uncle came inside
the bathroom and saw me standing with my face down and legs joined together. Th
e whole of my fair legs and thighs were completely bare in front of his eyes.
Uncle: Chal ab khana paros de.
Me: Chachu ap ek minute ruko, mai room se jaldi se ek nighty pehen leti hoon aur
apka khana paros ti hoon.
Uncle: Uhu Nita mai kya bola tha? Mai bola tha mere samne ye dress utar de aur, mu
jhe khana paros de - matlab ye bra aur panty pehenke tu kitchen mei jayegi aur me
re liye khana parosegi.
I was looking like a dumb fool at my uncle s face.
Uncle: Nita, khali peeli time waste mat kar. Aaage aage chal, mujhe teri gaand s
irf panty mei kaisi lagti hai dekhna
hai.
I had no other option, but to follow his command. I walked in front of my uncle
clad only in my bra and panty and he followed me. He was making lecherous commen
ts and I was feeling so very embarrassed that I was sobbing. I went to the kitch
en in that condition and arranged for food. I remained in that state while I wor
ked in the kitchen and my uncle watched me from the kitchen door. Each time I wa
s bending for any work in the kitchen, my both boobs were almost out of my bra c
ups and uncle was making very vulgar comments.
At the dining table also, as he ate his food, I stood there in that half naked s
tate. Honestly I thought it was
better to be completely naked, but to be in undergarments in front of a male. At
last my humiliation stopped with my uncle finishing lunch.
Uncle: Ja Nita, ab room mei jake skirt-blouse pehen le. Dil khatta mat kar. Aur
yaad rakh ek baat, aj jo bhi hua iski zikar agar tu kisise karti hai, to teri kh
air nehi.
I went to my room and closing the room broke out in tears. I felt okay after som
etime and went up and wore a dress to cover myself up.
!!Flashback ends!!
Me: Uday, that s the story. I felt so very embarrassed when I first realized what
actually happened that day, I cried the whole day feeling about my embarrassment.
Uday: True Madam. How our own relatives exploit us and we cannot do anything abo
ut it. My feeling coincides with
yours.
We had some more talks on this topic and after sometime reached the bank and fro
m there went back to the temple again. The cart was already there and with a hal
f satisfied, regarding my ass fucking by Uday, and half depressed, regarding my
teenage exploitation, I returned to the ashram.
It was quite late. I went to the toilet straightway and had the bath, which I wa
s having after each of my heavy
orgasms, now for the fourth time. I was so joyful in my mind with the number of
turn-ons I had in the last 48
hours. I was feeling so lively and my acts of shamelessness were not bothering m
e at all considering my vivacious

feelings. I never reached so many peaks in my married life even. In my mind, I t

hanked Guru-ji and was really
hopeful that this way I would achieve my goal of a fertile womb. As I bent down
while bathing I was having a slight
pain in my ass hole where Uday fucked me really hard, though he applied some oil
, but though I did not feel that
much pain then, I was having quite a bit of pain now in my ass hole along with t
he associated area. I thought a good
tight sleep would soothe me and hence I quickly took my dinner and went to sleep
. In the interim, Meenakshi came
to pick my wet pad and reminded to attend Guru-ji at 06:30 am and she went off w
ith a very meaningful smile at
which I blushed, as if she could read everything in my eyes. I did not waste muc
h time and changed to my
nightdress and switched off the lights for sleep.
Knock! Knock!

Knock! Knock!

I woke up by this irritating sound on my room door. Though I wanted to have some
more sleep, I had to reply to the
knock.
Me: Okay, okay, I am awake and will be there in front of Guru-ji in half an hour
.
Generally they woke me up half an hour before Guru-ji s appointment time so that I
had enough time for using the
conveniences and getting fresh before I made a move. I replied not even botherin
g to know who was knocking at my
door.
Knock! Knock!
Me: I told you I am coming. Knock! Knock!
Now I was a bit puzzled. Can t he or she hear me what I am saying? I had no option
but to get out of the bed and open the door. I was aware that I was not wearing
any undergarments, but thought it has to be either Meenakshi or Nirmal who must
be knocking, I did not bother to put anything below my nightdress, but straight
ened it over my body so that I looked reasonable.
Me: Who is it?
I murmured as I opened the door. Before I could realize anything I felt a hug an
d I was kissed on my tender lips.
My sleeping spell immediately went off and I was fully conscious by hot male sal
iva on my tender lips. Since there
was darkness still outside as it was very early morning, I could not make out wh
o it was, but could well realize he
was a strong man. As I had just awakened from deep sleep, I was physically also
feeling weak and before I could
gather any resistance, the man gripped my waist by his right hand and with his l
eft hand he grabbed my right boob.
It was freely jiggling below my nightdress, as I was not wearing a bra, and he i
mmediately started squeezing it very
tightly.
Me: Aah! Who are you? Stop this!
Uday: Madam it s me. Uday. You could not recognize me?
I was shocked and excited at the same time. I never expected him to be here and

the way he hugged and kissed me as soon as I opened the door, I hardly got any c
hance to guess who it was. I was so relieved.
Me: Its still very early morning. They come to wake me up at 6.
Uday: Yes Madam, its 5:00 am now. I was feeling restless, so I came to see you.
Me: So, this is the way you see a woman?
We were both standing and hugging each other in the middle of the room, the room
light still switched off. Uday s lips were very close to my face, his both hands
encircling my waist and at times he was feeling the roundness of my ass over my
nightdress.
Uday: No this is the way I see you. You are special. Me: Hmm. You are special to
o my dear.
We kissed each other. It was a long kiss and our tongues explored each other s. Wh
ile we kissed I was hugging him
tight, but I found escaping my hug, his hands were exploring my pumpkin ass and
was squeezing my firm ass cheeks
randomly.
Uday: Madam I missed one thing in the boat. I want to complete that.
Me: What?
I almost whispered in his ears though was a bit puzzled at his comment what he w
anted. Uday: Madam since Babulal was there on the boat, I could not see you nake
d.
I was already pretty aroused by his intimate touches and wanted to be explored m
ore by Uday and honestly this request pleased me, but I did not express it to hi
m.
Me: But Uday you have seen every part of my body on the boat.
Uday: No Madam, since
one is watching us, I
?
He paused and did not
d, and kneaded my ass
anty or not.

Babulal was there I did not remove your panty. But now no
want to see you fully naked. Are you wearing a panty Madam
waited for a reply from me and with both hands felt, rubbe
cheeks over my nightdress to check as if I was wearing a p

Uday: Madam, your ass feels so good without the panty.

He murmured in my ears. I closed my eyes and was elated by his act. As he was te
asingly checking my ass for a
panty, he pulled up my nightdress to an alarming height almost exposing my round
ass globes. As it is the nighty was short and as he pulled it, I looked awfully
naughty standing in that pose where my whole thighs and legs were
exposed and my nighty bunched up near my ass.
Uday left me for a second and bent a little and then lifted me in his lap and sw
ung me in the air as heroes do it in the films. I was enjoying that to the hilt.
My husband had never done this to me while lovemaking, neither at home nor when
we went for our honeymoon. Uday seemed so sure about what he was doing.
Me: Uday please get me down.
Uday: Get you down where Madam? On bed?
We both giggled and he kept me in his lap for sometime feeling my intimate parts
with his hand and face and then
got me down. Uday again started kissing me very tightly on my lips and his free
hands were slowly pulling up my
nightdress first over my legs, then my well formed thighs, and now almost up my

ass. I could realize my ass cheeks

were out in the open and I could feel his direct touches on them. I removed my l
ips from his lips and tried to stop
him.
Me: Uday please
Uday: Yes Madam, I will please you.
He pulled up the nighty to my abdomen and bent down to look into my pussy. I was
shivering in excitement though coiled back in shame as he brought his face very
close to my naked pussy and started kissing me there. He was
rubbing his nose on my pubic hairs and inhaling the pungent smell with deep brea
ths. His tongue was probing my
pussy lips now and I was very wet down there. He was encircling me with both han
ds and cupping my firm naked ass cheeks. My husband had also kissed and rubbed m
e at my honey pot, but for all those instances we were in bed.
Standing in the room panty-less with my nightdress pulled up to my waist and a m
ale other than my hubby kissing my pussy was the first time in my life.
In no time I was cumming heavily and Uday s face was wet with my discharge. After
completing his licking my pussy,
he stood up and put his right middle finger inside my pussy hole and fingered my
pussy for at least two minutes. Getting the opportunity, I also caught hold of
his thick hard penis within his dhoti and I was stroking and feeling its hardnes
s with both hands. Uday was simply giving me heavenly pleasures and now I wanted
to get fucked by him. Yesterday I was under a drug spell, but today morning I w
as the normal woman and wanted to get a hard fuck by my man, Uday. Though at the
corner of my mind, my housewife identity was raising a meek obstacle. The pleas
ure and the situation was such, I dropped all my shame and pleaded him for a fuc
k like a slut.
Me: Uday, please do it now. I am dying to get you inside me.
By that time, Uday pulled up the nighty with one hand above my round boobs and n
ow practically the nighty was bunched up to my shoulder and whole of my body was
naked before Uday. My boobs looked like two searchlights jiggling freely with e
very movement of mine and naturally attracting all attention of Uday. My nipples
were rock hard and they also had grown to the fullest and looked rosy pink and
swollen. Uday s lips kissed, licked and sucked them amply till they were glistenin
g with his saliva. I was so heated now that I myself pulled up the nighty off my
head and stood completely naked in front of him.
This was the first time ever I stood naked in front of any male other than my hu
sband. I was not feeling any shame, rather was much urged for a fuck!
Uday: Madam, lets go to bed then
He whispered in my ears and then only the whole dream as if broke! Knock! Knock!
Uday was as if electrified the way he left me and stood up and kept his finger o
n his lips. Uday: Madam, please reply but do not open the door. I will be in a b
ig fix.
Me: Yes, who is it.
I pretended to my level best though my heart was beating fast. I replied in a sl
eepy tone as if I was fast asleep
and woke up due to the knock. I was still standing naked and realizing that I br
iskly covered myself with the
bedcover.
Nirmal: Madam, its me Nirmal. Its 6 o clock.

Me: Okay thanks for calling. I am getting up and will be there before Guru-ji by
6:30. Nirmal: Okay Madam.
We heard Nirmal going away and we both were relieved. Uday: Uff! What an escape.
Madam, I must go now.
Me: But Uday, leaving me in this condition
I was still highly aroused and my 28-year-old body fully heated up and was breat
hing heavily, standing naked with
my pussy dripping and I was seeing that my man was about to leave. One could eas
ily realize what my condition was.
Uday: Madam, please understand, I have to go now because if anyone catches me he
re I will be in a big soup, as I have violated the norms of the ashram.
Uday did not bother for a reply from me and opened the door slightly, looked aro
und outside and went away closing
the door very gently leaving me alone in that hugely aroused state. My condition
was so susceptible that I was
giving me a self-massage on my warm boobs and fingering my own pussy. I realized
after sometime that I cannot sit like this and went to the toilet. I was still
discharging and somehow managed to take a bath though much heat
remained within my body I realized. I wore a fresh set of herbal washed sari, bl
ouse, and petticoat, took my
medication, and went to Guru-ji s room.
Guru-ji: Come, come Anita, how o you feel after two days?
Me: Fine Guru-ji. I think your therapy is working on me. I feel more energetic p
hysically and mentally. Guru-ji: Good.
Me: Guru-ji, what was the finding of my, err. I mean the pads?
Guru-ji: Anita, the finding is not bleak, but not excellent also. The later two
pads do tell that you are having better discharges, but its not adequate still.
I was a bit depressed listening to Guru-ji s words, as I was quite hopeful that ev
erything was quite okay considering the long discharges that I had in last two d
ays. Guru-ji probably read my eyes.
Guru-ji: But Anita, I do not think you should worry on this. What I am there for
? You just participate wholeheartedly in whatever you do as I instruct you. Bas!
I nodded my head though had a subtle concern that my discharge was not adequate.
I was also wondering what treatment was waiting for me now. In no time, Guru-ji
spelt out that.
Guru-ji: Now I will offer puja to Linga Maharaj. You also participate in that An
ita and after that I will do a check up of yours, as I want to see why you are h
aving a somewhat inadequate discharge even after full arousals?
Guru-ji paused a little and looked directly into my eyes. I was also looking at
him. Guru-ji: By the way, how were your last two temple orgasms?
I had to tell a lie regarding my second adventure with Uday.
Me: Yes Guru-ji, it was okay. Pande-ji was a bit harsh though.
Guru-ji: I can understand that. You cannot simply blame him, as you have such an
attractive figure Anita for your
age.
I was a bit taken aback by this sort of a statement from Guru-ji, though he quic
kly recovered.
Guru-ji: I mean these people like Pande-ji and all are part of your treatment pr
ocess and if any one got carried away please don t mind it and forgive them. You m
ust keep your focus on your goal only to achieve pregnancy through my therapy. R
ight Anita?
Me: Yes Guru-ji, that s why I did not react and controlled myself. Guru-ji: Right,
mind control.

I was still feeling concerned about low discharges on full arousals, though I th
ought I discharged more vaginally than when I do intercourse with my hubby.
Me: But honestly Guru-ji, I got full excitement
Guru-ji interrupted me in the middle.
Guru-ji: Anita, it s not the question of excitement only, as there are several oth
er aspects that contribute to this. I need to know your vital signs like pressur
e, pulse, heart rate etc. and do a checkup like the doctor does. I am no differe
nt from a doctor, but my ways of treatment are different.
I was gulping what Guru-ji was saying eagerly.
Guru-ji: You know, sometimes it so happens that due to some other organ s dysfunct
ion, the vaginal discharge does not reach the desired amount. For example, may b
e there is a slight hindrance in the vaginal pathway or some other problem in an
y other part. So before I conclude anything and give you meds, I must be sure.
Me: That s true.
Guru-ji: Have faith on Linga Maharaj. He will take you through. You do not worry
at all Anita. Will start you on meds today and then tomorrow you will undergo t
he maha-yagya that will wash out all negative factors from your body to achieve
pregnancy.
Guru-ji paused again. I was eager to know more.
Guru-ji: It s a two day long yagya, very tedious and strenuous Anita, but the resu
lt is sweet as nectar. But you know yagya alone cannot do wonders, medications w
ill have to take the support role. And if you can satisfy Linga Maharaj through
maha-yagya, you will be gifted with the fruit you have been long longing for. Ja
i Linga Maharaj!
Me: I will do my best Guru-ji. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Guru-ji: Now the puja and then will do your checkup. Me: Okay Guru-ji.
I responded positively for the checkup not even knowing that in the coming half
an hour Guru-ji would delve into my
jawani in the most subtle and clever manner in the name of checkup. Guru-ji closed
his eyes and started to chant
mantras. I also folded my hands and started worshipping to Linga Maharaj. The pu
ja went on for 15 minutes and
after that Guru-ji went to the toilet to wash his hands. Till such time he was s
itting and as usual he was wearing his
saffron dress. When he went to the toilet, the light was falling on his body fro
m behind and I was shocked to
notice that he was not wearing a chaddi inside his dhoti. When he turned sideway
s and was facing the light in an
oblique way I could see his banana-like hanging lund! I quickly turned my eyes o
ff him, but what I saw for a split
second made my nipples erect instantly.
Guru-ji said to follow him and we went out of the room to another adjacent room,
where I did not go before. I
could not see any of his disciples in the ashram corridor, may be they are busy
with other chores. My eyes were searching for Uday, but there was no trace of hi
m. There was a rectangular table in this room, which was probably the examinatio
n table, and another table on which there were doctor s apparatuses like thermomet
er, stethoscope, blood pressure reader, spatula, forceps, etc.

Guru-ji: Anita, lie down on the table. I will arrange for the apparatus and will
start the checkup.
I went up to the table. It was quite high than a normal table, almost to my uppe
r abdomen level, probably for
convenience of the person who is doing the checkup. I realized it would be just
the right height for Guru-ji who is fairly tall, but for myself I found it rathe
r impossible to ride it, as there were no stairs. It was like climbing a wall an
d after a few tries I gave up. I tucked my pallu to my waist, held the table wit
h both hands, and raised my right leg to climb the table, but noticed my sari wa
s getting lifted to alarming heights exposing my fair legs; thus
refrained from my efforts. I looked for a stool to climb, but there was none.
Me: Guru-ji, the height of this table is very awkward and here there is no stool
also.
Guru-ji: Oho! You are unable to climb up. Actually since it s an exam table, the h
eight is a bit Anita, just wait a
minute.
I stood there like an obedient student and after some moments Guru-ji came forwa
rd.
Guru-ji: Anita you try to climb up, I will just give you a little push so that y
ou are up on the table. Me: Okay Guru-ji.
I held the surface of the table with both hands and raised my toes to maximum he
ight and then gave pressure to climb up. I felt Guru-ji s hands on the back of my
thighs and he gripped me there and raised up. I was feeling very awkward in this
position as my full round gaand was just before his face. So I quickly tried to
get onto the table, but Guru-ji surprisingly removed his hands off my thighs ha
lfway! I was practically hanging at that point of time, as there was nothing to
give support for my legs and if I tried to extend and lift my leg for the tablet
op, my sari
would surely expose my lower portion. So I had to sought help.
Me: Guru-ji, please push me a little more. I cannot get up from this position. G
uru-ji: Oh! I thought you could manage.
My huge ass was just before his face and I felt Guru-ji cupped my ass cheeks wit
h both hands to push me up the
table. I was surprised at his act, he did not push me, instead gave a firm squee
ze with both hands on my fleshy ass
cheeks.
Me: Ouch!
Automatically came out of my mouth, as I was not expecting such a behavior from
Guru-ji. Guru-ji: Oh! Sorry Anita. I almost slipped.
Me: Oh! Its okay Guru-ji.
I had to say, but I was very sure that he purposefully squeezed my buttocks. Now
he gave me the desired push and I was up on the table. I felt Guru-ji did not r
emove his hands off my flaring hips till I was fully up on the table and he was
feeling my sari-covered flesh. Uday had already made me very horny, which I some
how calmed down through the bath, but again a male touch on my buttocks made my
pussy wet once more. I realized my vaginal fluids were soaking my panty slowly.
Altogether I felt so very awkward to climb like this with my huge gaand before a
man s face, more so as he was also pushing my ass cheeks to help me climb! My ear
s were red already and my breathing heavier. I was somewhat alarmed by such a be
havior from a person like Guru-ji, but at the same time was not fully convinced
that he did that on purpose. I was wondering did he actually slip? Did he cupped
my ass deliberately?
Could he not help me by holding the back of my thighs as he initially did? I was

confused.
I now sat on the examination table and Guru-ji went back to the other table. I p
ulled off my pallu off my waist and
adjusted my sari properly and lay down on the table. As I lied down, my pallu go
t stretched on my firm boobs and I
noticed my mangoes were looking like two conical hills moving up and down below
my sari and blouse. I tried to
adjust the pallu to look decent. Guru-ji was back to the exam table now. He had
brought a blood pressure reading
equipment along with a stethoscope and an unknown device, which looked like a me
ter with a wire connected to a
small monitor.
Guru-ji: Okay Anita. Are you ready?
Me: Yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: First let me check your BP. Do you know your range? Me: No Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Okay, I will check and let you know. Raise your left arm a little.
I raised my left arm from the lying down position and Guru-ji started wrapping t
he black cloth there and after
finishing started pumping the bulb for the mercury to rise up in the equipment.
I was feeling the pressure in my
hand and my BP came to be 130/80, which Guru-ji told was almost normal though on
the higher side. He unwrapped
the black cloth off my arm and while doing that I noticed time and again he was
watching my heaving boobs.
Guru-ji: Now let me see your pulse.
Saying that he held my left wrist. His warm fingers pressed on my tender wrist a
nd I did not know why I was
feeling so uncomfortable and having a racing heartbeat. May be only some minutes
ago I had a hot session with
Uday.
Guru-ji: Strange!
Me: What Guru-ji?
I could not guess why he said strange.
Guru-ji: Anita, I see your pulse rate is very rapid, as if you are very excited.
But you just attended the puja and then we come here! It should not be Let me ch
eck again.
Guru-ji again pressed my wrist with two fingers, but I knew very well why he was
getting an increased pulse and waited anxiously with a worrisome face if he pro
bes into it further.
Guru-ji: What is the matter Anita? Apparently you look calm, but your pulse is r
acing. Me: I do not know Guru-ji.
I tried to tell a lie, but Guru-ji looked directly at my eyes and as if was sear
ching for an answer. Guru-ji: Let me confirm it with your heartbeats.
Saying that he left my wrist and took the stethoscope and put that in his both e
ars and holding the knob at the
end of the tube, he proceeded towards my breasts. I was feeling a bit uneasy as
he placed the knob on my upper
chest over my sari. I could still feel the cold knob touching my skin over the t
hin sari material. In the process I
felt Guru-ji s hand gently brushing my conical peaks. He was almost bending over m
y breast though was looking
intently at my eyes. I was feeling thirsty and my heart was beating even faster

now as Guru-ji was checking it.

Guru-ji now shifted horizontally the stethoscope knob over my actual breast area
and immediately there was a
slight shiver in my body out of womanly shyness. He was pressing gently on my pa
llu and blouse covered left boob
and I realized the stetho-knob was inches away from my nipple. I was breathing h
eavily naturally.
Guru-ji: Anita, your heart is also beating faster than normal. There has to be s
omething. I tried to look as innocent as possible while replying.
Me: Guru-ji, I do not know why this has happened.
Guru-ji was still holding the stethoscope on my left breast and probably feeling
the spongy action of my bracovered boob. I was feeling extreme tightness within my blouse now with this con
stant press resulting in heavy breathing. He at last removed the stetho-knob ove
r my breast and was staring openly at my undulating blousecovered peaks. I adjus
ted the pallu out of regular reflex though there was nothing to adjust, as Guruji did not remove my pallu off my chest area while checking my heart rate.
Guru-ji: Anita, you are not a little girl that you won t know why your pulse and h
eart rates are high. You are a matured lady and you must not conceal anything fr
om me.
I was in a dilemma regarding what to say and how to put it. I could not escape G
uru-ji s checkup and had to
surrender.
Me: I mean Guru-ji I had a err

a wild dream, probably that effect

Guru-ji: But you woke up at least an hour ago, but how can the effect be so pron
ounced now?
I was not able to answer properly. All along I was lying on the table and Guru-j
i standing by my side, just beside my breast area.
Guru-ji: Anita, the way your breasts are moving up and down still now, I think i
t has to be something else. I blushed to such a direct comment about my intimate
body part and I desperately tried to divert him. Me: No, no Guru-ji, that s becau
se of your...
I deliberately did not complete the sentence and showed him in sign language wit
h my right hand the way he was
pressing the stethoscope on my breast. Guru-ji seemed amused with my sign langua
ge. He laughed loudly at my
gestures.
Guru-ji: If the touch of an inanimate stetho can race your heartbeat that much,
you surely would collapse if you get a male touch?
He continued laughing and I also smiled in return.
Guru-ji: Okay I take your word Anita that you had a hot dream and now me checkin
g you made you feel horny. I was so relieved hearing this.
Guru-ji: But let me tell you this is not a good sign. The pulse and the heart ra
te are alarmingly high even if I consider what it should be when you are having
sex.
I looked blank at Guru-ji not knowing what was the implication of this.
Guru-ji: Let me just take your body temperature also and complete the vital sign
s. Put it in your left armpit.
Now this was a tricky situation for me. Usually at home during taking temperatur
es I used to put the thermometer in my mouth, but here Guru-ji told me to put in

my armpit, but I am wearing a sari-blouse now and I have to open at least half
blouse hooks to put it properly in my armpit.
Me: Can I put it in my mouth Guru-ji?
Guru-ji: No, no Anita. The thermometer is not clean and neither do I have dettol
here. There is a chance of inviting
infection.
I realized I had no other option but to put the thermometer in my armpit.
Guru-ji: You just open a couple of buttons of your blouse and
There was no need to complete his sentence, he also knew that and I readily sat
up and taking the veil of my sari
pallu, I took my hands over my blouse and started to unhook. Guru-ji was standin
g beside the exam table only a foot away and he could clearly see all my hand ac
tion below my pallu. I opened the top two hooks and took the
thermometer from Guru-ji to put it in my armpit.
Guru-ji: Open one more hook Anita, otherwise you cannot slide the thermometer in
side properly and if it is not placed properly I will not get the proper reading
.
I was a bit shaken to hear such direct comments about opening my blouse hooks fr
om another male apart from my husband. My husband has an obsession of opening my
blouse I noticed many times, but I wondered often how could a container attract
him more than the content. I could not refuse Guru-ji and placing the thermomet
er on the table again took my hands below my pallu and as I looked down at my bl
ouse I could clearly see my fair bulging cleavage above my brassiere and the ope
n blouse hooks through my pallu. I looked from the corner of my eye and noticed
Guru-ji also gulping my advertisement. I realized if I open the third hook I wou
ld surely let my bra visible through my half open blouse, but I had no other opt
ion and had to open it.
Guru-ji: That s better. Now insert the thermometer.
I raised my left arm slightly and slid the thermometer by the side of my half op
en blouse into my armpit. I tried to adjust the pallu so that I expose my breast
s to the minimum to the now glittering eyes of Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Wait for two minutes. I will keep an eye on the watch.
It was so very awkward for me to sit like that in my half-open blouse before a m
ale. Specifically for these sorts of reasons, I always avoided going to a male d
octor for a checkup or for OB/GYN purposes. I was not feeling that
much of shame in front of Guru-ji though; more so due to the experiences in the la
st 48 hours.
Guru-ji: Time is up. Okay bring it out Anita.
I took out the thermometer and handed it to him and started buttoning my blouse
promptly knowing little that I would have to soon open it again!
Guru-ji: The temperature is normal, but in this early morning you have sweated a
lot.
Saying that he touched the bulb of the thermometer with his fingers and felt the
sweat there. I blushed, but had little to say. To my utter shock I saw Guru-ji
took the thermometer tip to his nose and took the smell of my armpit sweat. I ha

d my eyebrows raised at this action fo Guru-ji, but he seemed to have an answer

to everything.
Guru-ji: You must be surprised why I am taking the odour, but you know, a foul o
dour is an indication of improper metabolism. And for successful copulation I ne
ed to check that too in a person.
I felt much relieved hearing this. Guru-ji kept aside the BP meter, thermometer
etc. and started examining me by the organs now. I was sitting on the exam table
as he started further checkup. He first checked my eyes, ears and throat. His w
arm fingers were giving me a very uncomfortable feel. More so, it was reminding
me of Uday s touches just a few minutes ago on my intimate body parts. Guru-ji s fac
e was close to my face and at times I could feel his breathing over my face, whi
ch was making me almost shiver. He then examined my neck and shoulders removing
partially my sari from those areas. It seemed to me that the incomplete job by U
day was as if triggered by Guru-ji. I tried to remain as normal as possible thou
gh my heart was already drumming faster.
Guru-ji: Anita, you now lie down. Let me check the abdomen.
I again lied down on the examining table and this time Guru-ji without asking me
removed the sari off my stomach area. Out of natural resistance I took my hands
to my sari and tried to keep it in place, but Guru-ji s hands were forceful enoug
h and he simply uncovered my stomach and simultaneously the base of my boobs als
o got exposed due to this action. The pallu remained aside and I was trying to s
ee what he was about to do between my two blousecovered peaks. Guru-ji started f
eeling my abdomen firmly with his fingers and giving pressure with his palm also
. My tender skin was felt adequately by his warm hands and I was almost tremblin
g at his touches. Guru-ji palpated my liver, spleen and other internal organs th
oroughly. Now suddenly he started fingering my navel, which gave me a very tickl
ish sensation and I almost giggled and my legs crossed in my lying position.
Guru-ji: Don t laugh Anita, I am examining and uncross your legs. Me: I am very se
nsitive there Guru-ji.
I uncrossed my legs below my sari, but giggled again and constantly shifted my a
ss while lying, as he continued to finger my navel.
Guru-ji: Okay, okay, done.
I was much relieved, but I already felt my vaginal fluids moistening my panty du
e to Guru-ji s examination. Guru-ji: Anita, now turn over and face the table.
It was so very awkward to turn upside down before a man - this only a woman know
s. I turned over to lie on my
stomach. Now my sari-covered round fleshy pumpkin ass was in full display before
Guru-ji and he could also see my boobs from the sides sandwiched under my body
weight. I looked at Guru-ji as he took the stethoscope again and checked the sou
nds of my back over my blouse cover. He was holding the knob of the stetho in on
e hand while the other free hand was casually resting on my posterior over my bl
ouse. To tell the truth, I could feel unmistakably that he was actually tracing
my brassiere over the top of my blouse. It was so subtle, yet so obvious.
Guru-ji: Anita, take a deep long breath.
I followed his command and took a long breath, but immediately felt his fingers
exactly on my bra hook and I could not hold the breadth and I gasped.
Guru-ji: What happened?
Me: Err nothing Guru-ji. I am trying again.
My heart was beating so hard that he was probably also able to hear it. I tried
to recover myself and he also had shifted his fingers from my bra and I took a l
ong breath again.

After the completion of checkup with the stetho, I felt Guru-ji s hands on my bare
back on the area between my
blouse and my waist. I did not know what he was checking, but it seemed like as
if he was massaging me there. I
almost was shaken up when I felt Guru-ji stretched his fingers on my back and ev
en inserted part of his fingers
inside my blouse! His touches on my bare skin on my back and inside my blouse we
re enough to ignite me.
I was now anticipating the same action downwards also and I should feel Guru-ji s
fingers move inside my waistband and how correct I was! Guru-ji rubbed and stret
ched his hands down my blouse along my midriff to my waist. And not stopping at
my sari cover on my waist, Guru-ji inserted his fingers through my sari and pett
icoat and reached till my panty over my roundish buttocks.
Me: Aeeeiiiiiii .
I uttered a weird sound, which meant nothing but my vulnerable state in the hand
s of Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Sorry Anita. I should have asked you to open the sari first to do furth
er checking.
He took off his hand off my back and told me to do one of the most bizarre thing
s of my life.
Guru-ji: Anita, take off the sari. Let me get the lubricant, torch, and the spat
ula for your pelvic exam.
Guru-ji went off to the corner of the room leaving me to open my sari. I was in
a dilemma about what to do - the table was too high for me to get down and get o
ut of my sari and of course I did not want further cupping on my ass by Guru-ji
as I would definitely need help to get up again. The other option was to remove
my sari standing on this table. I had to choose the latter.
Guru-ji: Anita, please do it quickly. After your checkup I have to arrange for a
jagya for a local family.
I stood up on the table. It was so odd standing way up from the floor. I started
to pull off the sari from my body and noticed Guru-ji was looking up to see the
scene, which made me feel so ashamed. I had never done this in my life and I fe
el hardly any woman had to undergo this- taking off her dress standing on a tabl
e! I could realize very well that I was looking awfully vulgar as I now stood in
my blouse and petticoat on the table.
Guru-ji: Fine Anita, but if you are wearing a panty, also take that off, as I ne
ed to check your vagina.
The word vagina was so clearly pronounced by Guru-ji that I almost closed my eyes
in shame. He also mentioned
that I could keep my petticoat on if I wished and just remove my panty from belo
w it. My ears grew red as I
started lifting my petticoat standing on the table. I drew my hands below it and
wriggled and struggled to get out
of my tight little panty. I could realize I must be looking like a randi removing
my panty with the petticoat on and
that too standing on a table. By that time Guru-ji was also back near my table w
ith his exam apparatuses and he got
an awesome upskirt view of my panty removal. But I was helpless and had to do th
is standing on the table as per the
situation.

Guru-ji: Anita give me the sari and your panty. I will keep them there.
Saying that he gave me no chance to virtually say anything and took the sari, wh
ich was kept in a heap at the table corner and snatched the panty lying below my
feet. In a moment he was back and I now lied down on the table
again. Guru-ji this time was very forceful and confident in his behavior. He sim
ply raised my petticoat to my waist and gently spread my knees apart. He now lif
ted each of my well-formed feet onto the supports on the examination table. Guru
-ji then switched on the torch, which he had picked up from the other table and
focussed between my legs. I clinched my teeth in the lying position as I could r
ealize that my inner thighs and the whole of the pubic
area were completely exposed to his eyes.
I was watching Guru-ji all along from my lying status helplessly. My teeth still
clenched in shame and nervousness.
Guru-ji now spread my pussy lips gently apart with his fingers. I felt he was ru
nning his finger along the outer labia
and spread them open a little. Guru-ji then spread a drop of lubricant on his fi
ngers and inserted his index finger
into my pussy gently. My pussy was already very wet with fluids, first due to Ud
ay s fondling and caressing and now
due to Guru-ji s warm touches in the name of checkup. My pussy lips were moist and
Guru-ji s finger went very
easily deep inside my vagina.
Me: OOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I gasped as he went inside and withdrew the finger.
Guru-ji: Anita, relax, this is just a checkup. Let me see the cervix.
I saw Guru-ji s finger was completely moist with my vaginal discharge as he withdr
ew his finger out of my pussy. He
rolled one finger around my cervix and pressed it lightly against it. I almost s
quirmed and wriggle on the table in excitement. Guru-ji continued his probe. I r
ealized now he had inserted two fingers in my pussy.
Guru-ji: I need to check your uterus and ovaries also for any abnormalities.
Guru-ji had big hands and his fingers were fairly long and strong. It felt like
a thick penis inside my pussy as he was rhythmically moving the fingers. I clear
ly understood he was giving me the intercourse rhythm as if he is fucking me wit
h his fingers. I continued to wriggle in ecstasy and lying there on the table wi
th my lower body completely nude with my petticoat above my waist and displaying
my honey pot to this aged Godman.
Me: Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh! Guru-ji!
I was feeling his fingers inside my pussy as he twisted and curved his fingers i
nside. With his fingers inside my pussy, Guru-ji now with his free hand palpated
down firmly my hairy pubic area and then got the spatula and gradually inserted
it in my vagina while holding my pussy lips apart with the other hand.
Me: Aaaaahhhhhhhh! Guru-ji please stop. I can t take it.
I was shouting shamelessly. My nipples were rock hard and I was feeling the tigh
tness within my bra. I winced
heavily when I felt the cold external material entering my honey pot. I spread m

y legs more and more apart on my own in excitement and my pussy was now on full
display held open by the spatula, so that Guru-ji could see deep inside my hole.
Guru-ji checked my cervix closely for a few minutes and then took a sample.
Guru-ji: Okay Anita, I am done, you can close your legs.
I was simply not in a position to do that. I remained in that position with my l
egs, thighs and pussy entirely bare in front of this male. I oriented myself in
some moments and covered my pussy first with my petticoat and tried to look dece
nt, but guru-ji did not allow that.
Guru-ji: Anita, don t pull down the petticoat. I will have to next check your rect
um. I was simply not expecting this, but there was no chance for me to ask quest
ions. Guru-ji: Lie on your stomach. Please be quick.
Guru-ji s eyes almost sparkled as he watched me turn over in a very seductive way
on the table and readily raised
my petticoat to expose my big bottoms totally. It must be a stunning sight for G
uru-ji to watch me like this, as I
knew my ass was attractive . Guru-ji now separated my legs a bit till my anal area
and my pussy also must have been
clearly exposed. Guru-ji now went to the other table again leaving me in this em
barrassing position. I noted he came
back with a pair of latex gloves on. He then squeezed out some lubricant and sme
ared some on his gloved index
finger. Guru-ji spread my butt cheeks apart with his left hand and inserted his
index finger gently into my ass.
Me: Oooooooooooooooohhhhhh!
I was gasping and grabbed the edge of the table tightly. Guru-ji: Just relax Ani
ta, it will not hurt you.
He told me to relax though my thoughts had already taken me to the ass fuck I ha
d yesterday in the hands of
Uday. I was cumming heavily now and more so as I was charged up due to Uday s cudd
ling and now Guru-ji touching
me everywhere. I was enjoying now, but unfortunately this checkup was a very sho
rt one and Guru-ji probed his
finger only about a minute in my ass hole. He did not miss to squeeze my naked f
leshy butts with his free hand as
he was probing. He wrapped up the rest of the exam in another few minutes. After
he was done, he helped me to
get down from the table. I was feeling so excited I almost hugged Guru-ji while
I descended from the table and
deliberately pressed my very erect boobs to his hands and chest. Unlike any othe
r man, I was surprised to note
that he did not take the opportunity to hug me or squeeze my breasts, but simply
glided me down. I realized he was in a hurry, but his face advertised he was sa
tisfied seeing my private parts.
Guru-ji: Anita, you dress up and go to your room. I will let you know the result
s of my checkup in the evening.
I nodded and he went away. I was standing half done. I was feeling so frustrated
as both Uday and now Guru-ji
took me to my sexual peak and left me without fucking. Honestly I was dying to g
et fucked now. I was cursing Uday why he came early in the morning and had that
incomplete love session!
I went back to my room from the examination room and closing the door simply jum
ped on to the bed. My heart was
still beating fast and due to the incomplete orgasm I was feeling very restless.
I hugged the pillow tight to my

breasts and pressed it thinking I was hugging Uday. Since it was not a long side
-pillow, I was not getting proper
fulfillment of my desire and could not wrap my legs on to the pillow and I was g
etting more and more frustrated. I
was getting a terrible itching within my pussy as normally girls get for the des
ire to get fucked and quickly undid
my sari from my body. My nipples were tight today from the early morning and hon
estly they were paining now. I
also opened my blouse and unclasped my bra to relieve the pain. I was lying on t
he bed now in a topless condition
vigorously self massaging my full-grown boobs with one hand and scratching my pu
ssy with the other over my
petticoat. I was feeling so horny!
I was restless and feeling so impatient that I decided now to be completely nake
d to douse my inner fire. I quickly
came out of my remaining clothes and dropped my wet panty to the floor and stood
stark naked. I went to the
toilet in that condition and looked at myself in the life size bathroom mirror.
I started playing to myself what Uday
did to me in the early morning, but I was amazed to note that a simultaneously t
hinking was coming to my mind
about how Guru-ji probed my vagina just a few minutes ago and I began to cum inc
reasingly. I examined my erect
tits and grabbed my boobs with both my hands and started massaging them vigorous
ly. It just was not enough I
realized.
I now went very close to the mirror and raised my hands and held the mirror and
started to rub my naked breasts
against the mirror. I was gently rubbing my face and cheeks too on the flat surf
ace of the mirror. I was simply out
of control. I was shamelessly gyrating my large bottoms also like a dancing vamp
. I was soon completely wet. I now
grabbed the head of the tap and started rubbing my pussy against its nozzle from
where water comes out. I was so
desperate that I tried to derive pleasure out of it. I was simply drooling by no
w. I massaged my inner thighs and
squeezed them hard and getting sufficiently heated again, I inserted my index fi
nger into my wet pussy and
fingered it vigorously to get a full discharge and pinched my clit really hard t
o get to the peak and self-exhaustion.
I dragged myself out of the toilet, still not a thread on my body and fell on th
e bed. I fell asleep
after a while and went into a deep slumber, more so probably due to my early wak
ing up today for Uday s love
making session. I got up after I don t know after how much time and felt really as
hamed to be on the bed in the nude status. I jumped out of bed and went to the t
oilet and washed myself thoroughly and got dressed. I was
thinking how very bold and shameless I have become in just 2-3 days. I was comfo
rtably walking naked in my room with my boobs jiggling openly and my butts adver
tising nudity! I could not think of this even a few days ago and would always wr
ap my upper treasures or wear a panty at least even when only with my husband in
my bedroom if I alighted from bed for any purpose. What a change, I was bowled
over by myself!
It was around 11:30 am then and I was just planning to take the bath, when there
was a soft knock at the door. Me: Who is it?
I went up to the door to open it and it was not the common voice replying. I was
wondering whose voice it was though I must have heard that. I opened the door a

nd it was Rajkamal.
Rajkamal: Madam, I have come to guide you on the massage. Guru-ji must have brie
fed you. I was puzzled for a split second, but remembered Guru-ji s words.
Me: Oh! Yes, yes. Please come in.
Rajkamal: Thanks Madam.
Rajkamal was the youngest of the lot amongst the disciples. He seemed younger th
an me too, hardly 21-22 years.
His stature was thin and he looked pretty pale. Due to this fragile structure, h
e looked younger probably. He was
wearing the usual saffron ashram dress. I noticed that he was carrying a bag fro
m which a mattress was poking its
head.
Rajkamal: Are you willing to do the massage now?
I was a bit anxious. Does he mean he will do my massage? I was of the impression
from Guru-ji s words that he would guide me and I would follow that.
Me: Will you not tell me how to do it?
Rajkamal: Madam, this is a full body massage with medicated oils. You cannot do
it yourself unless I show you the technique. Though in any case you have to take
help.
I was still not getting convinced to get a massage from this young lad.
Me: By the way, how old are you and how long are you here in the ashram?
Rajkamal: Am 21 years Madam. Guru-ji picked me up and kept with him from my chil
dhood.
My god! What I was thinking was correct. He is just 21 years and myself a 28-yea
r-old married woman. He was just about the age of my devar (=brother-in-law)! How
can I take a massage from him I wondered?
Rajkamal: Madam, I am trained by Guru-ji and you don t worry, you will get full sa
tisfaction through my massage.
I lowered my eyelids out of womanly virtue hearing him saying he would be massag
ing my matured body. I tried an alternative avenue.
Me: Don t you think I can get the massage from Meenakshi if you guide her?
Rajkamal: Madam, surely Meenakshi didi can do it or you can try it yourself, but
Madam, the goal of the massage
will not be fulfilled. You will never get the desired stimulation if the massage
is done by Meenakshi didi or you do a self-massage.
Me: Yes that I agree.
Rajkamal: The medicated oils have their role to play and my expert hands have th
eir role in the massage. Me: Hmm. I understand.
I was rather convinced by Rajkamal s explanation. Me: How long will the whole thin
g take?
Rajkamal: Madam, generally half an hour if you cooperate. My eyebrows rose insta
ntly.
Me: Cooperate ? What do you mean?

Rajkamal understanding my natural query explained at once.

Rajkamal: Madam, you know I have been doing this massage for the past one year.
I have massaged several women here in this ashram, but there were many who objec
ted to the method and delayed it unnecessarily.
Me: I did not get you.
Rajkamal: Madam, you will probably laugh listening to these cases. There was a l
ady who asked me to massage her back over her blouse. Just imagine.
He paused a little and was judging my reaction.
Rajkamal: For example only last month one madam told me to do massage at her bac
k with the blouse on. How can that be possible? Then there was another lady who
refused to allow me to touch her feet for the massage. Again there was another w
ho would not apply the medicated oil to her hairs. Madam, convincing and explain
ing these women took a lot of time. That s why I said to cooperate.
I laughed a little, as if to prove that I was not like those women . Rajkamal looke
d at me and returned a smile as if
to say he knew that I would not pose such objection and unfolded the mattress on
the floor before me. He now
turned back and closed the door and bolted it. I was a bit nervous now seeing th
e locked door and asked the most
foolish question.
Me: Why did you lock the door?
Rajkamal probably was even more surprised by my question and did not know for a
moment what to answer back. Rajkamal: Err I mean for you Madam. You need to take
off your dress, I mean
I restored myself immediately.
Me: Okay, okay. I got it. Actually I have never taken a massage like this.
Rajkamal: Most women who come here say that Madam, but after the massage they sa
y we never got such satisfaction.
He smiled meaningfully.
Me: Hmm.
I thought in my mind that this massage might give me some relaxation and mental
calmness from my sexual urge triggered by Uday and Guru-ji though the sleep had
subsided much of its intensity.
Rajkamal: Guru-ji s medical oils do wonders I tell you Madam.
I nodded and honestly hoped so.
Rajkamal: You come and sit on the mattress and I will get the oils ready.
One good thing was Rajkamal was not looking greedily at my figure at least and t
hat made me quite comfortable,
but the very thought of this young lad would massage my body was making my nippl
es inside my bra taut again.
Rajkamal was not in a mood to waste further time and opened a bottle of scented
oil and poured some onto his right
palm.
Rajkamal: Madam, I will start with your hair. Please open the knot and flow the
hair over your back.

I was wearing the saffron cotton sari and blouse. Rajkamal sat just behind me an
d first loosened my long hair and let it fall in a cascade. He started applying
the hair oil onto my hair and definitely the scent was mesmerizing. I took a cou
ple of deep breaths and felt really good.
Rajkamal: The texture of your hair is quite good Madam.
I did not feel like replying to his praise. The whole room got filled up with th
e sweet fragrance of the hair oil. He carefully applied the oil to my scalp and
then put his fingers through the strands of my hair.
I was a bit nervous still, as I was somehow not getting entirely comfortable to
this body massage by a male and that too by someone younger than me, he looked j
ust like the next-door lad! As he was massaging my scalp, I was trying to imagin
e how would he massage my back? I have to open my blouse and I looked round that
I have in fact nothing to cover also. Even the towel was in the toilet. I shoul
d have been more careful. I almost shuddered as Rajkamal s knee touched the roundn
ess of my hips while he was applying oil to my hair.
Even after having such extravagant sexual escapades recently, I had a strange mi
xture of nervousness, shyness,
and uneasiness to this massage process. My heart began to throb, as he was about
to complete the massage with
hair oil.
Rajkamal: Madam, you must have noticed the way I was stretching your hair and ma
ssaging the scalp. Please follow that when you do it yourself or get it done by
someone else.
Me: Okay.
Rajkamal next applied the massage oil on his both palms and applied them on my f
orehead.
Rajkamal: Madam, a good massage should always start from the top of the body and
go down in steps. And there are separate oils for each region. This oil is for
hairs and face.
I nodded and started enjoying the massage. Truly it was a nice feeling now. Rajk
amal s nimble fingers massaged my
forehead and then my soft cheeks. I blushed heavily as he pressed my cheeks with
his fingers like we do it a little
chubby girl. I tried to relax and enjoy what he was doing. Rajkamal was rubbing
my cheeks in a circular fashion for
a long time so that my cheeks were rosy already - I do not know in what percenta
ge due to my blushing or due to
his rubbing!
Completing that part, his hands came close to my ears. He took out from his bag
a small stick with a cotton ball at its head carefully cleaned the interior of m
y ear and applied oil in every part of my external ear.
Me: Aaaaaaah
I exhaled a sigh of satisfaction. It was so relaxing, so enjoyable. I thanked Gu
ru-ji in my mind already for awarding me this massage. I wanted him to continue
with my face for some more time, but Rajkamal surely had more things to do. He n
ow took out another oil bottle and poured out some on his palm. Rajkamal's finge
rs now approached my neck. He carefully massaged my throat and neck region makin
g sure my blouse was not spoilt by oil.
Rajkamal: Madam, this oil is for neck and back. Its written on the bottle though
.

Then he took my right palm in his hand and gently rubbed it with his palm. Getti
ng a male touch on my palm, as if he
was holding my hand, made me attentive again from relaxation state. Rajkamal ind
ividually massaged each of my
tender fingers and repeated the same for my left palm. He was talking in between
and which frankly made the
atmosphere easy. I was having pink nail polish on my nails. With the oil on the
nail polish, my nails were looking very
impressive and almost gleaming.
The next item of massage I anticipated was surely my arms. And I was not wrong,
Rajkamal started rubbing my fair hands with force and sometimes pressing and kne
ading. I could certainly sense that my blood flow was increasing and I was feeli
ng somewhat hot even though the ceiling fan was revolving right above my head. T
he lad gathered greater and greater strength and continued to massage my hands t
ill the elbows, my saffron blouse covering rest of my hands. When his fingers mo
ved above my elbows, he softly whispered in my ears.
Rajkamal: Madam, your blouse
I guessed because of his decency he did not complete the sentence, but I could c
learly get the signal that I need
to remove my blouse from my body. Although I was apprehensive of this at the sta
rt of the massage, when the
moment came, I was so much engrossed in this lad s massaging that I didn't hesitat
e much to remove it. I
unbuttoned my blouse from the front and Rajkamal helped me to take it out off my
hands. This was probably the
first time I was allowing a 20-year-old boy to help me take off my blouse. I was
breaking all my individual
shamelessness records!
I was wearing a white bra inside and I promptly covered the exposed parts of my
back with my sari pallu.
Rajkamal s fingers could now freely move above my elbows, right up to my shoulder
joints and armpits.
Rajkamal: Madam, your skin is oily type, so I am applying less oil. You also rem
ember that when you do a selfmassage.
Saying that he started massaging my full-length arms with greater strength and e
nergy. I was now having amplified blood circulation and wanted him to continue t
he massage in this manly way. Though Rajkamal looked fragile, he had good massag
e technique I must admit. He now shifted to my shoulders and uncovered my pallu
to the extent that he could completely massage the upper area of my back.
Rajkamal: Madam, how do you feel? If it helping you to relax? Me: Yes, it s very c
omforting.
Rajkamal s touches were simply magical and I really was revitalized now. I was so
deeply engrossed that I didn't even bother to protest, as Rajkamal's trembling f
ingers unhooked my bra strap at the back. I woke up after actually it was unclas
ped.
O My god! I was never prepared for this. The youngster removed my bra in one swi
ft action and frankly I was also
not very unwilling to do that, as I simply loved his massage technique. Now I ha
d no other option but to protect my
big boobs with my sari. Rajkamal was sitting behind me and was able to freely ma
ssage all over my completely bare
back. He started gently with my spinal cord and the regions around it. As his fi
ngers moved up and down my smooth
back at one stage I felt that his fingers were quite close to me freely hanging

boobs. It was an extremely steamy

sequence for any lad of 20-21 years. At the same time I was wondering what would
happen if his fingers
accidentally touch my ripe breasts. My ears were hot and my heart was beating fa
ster on the thought.
Under no circumstance I would like to indulge in sexual activities with this boy
at least, but I was unable to rule out the arousal part also due to Rajkamal s co
nstant touches on my body. I was torn between embarrassment and
arousal. I could very well realize that from a state of relaxation I was going i
nto a horny state. I couldn t stop him either as I was really enjoying it. I was c
onfused, what to do? The face of my devar was again coming in my mind, as if he
was giving me a massage.
Oh No! I could never sit in such exposed condition before him! Am I forgetting a
ll social norms? Am I still in my
senses? My face was getting red, my eyes were burning, I was biting my lips I beg
an to feel the sexy sensation
between my legs. As expected I was again getting aroused and I tried to live for
the moment. I wanted Rajkamal s
hard to squeeze my breasts. I was now desperately waiting for an accident to hap
pen and wanted that by error his
hands touch my naked breasts, which are just covered by my thin sari pallu. But
no! Nothing of that sort happened. Rajkamal s hands were still keeping a modest di
stance and doing my back massage.
After some moments, I was purely getting restless for his touch there . Seeing Rajk
amal was still busy with my
back, I pretended as if my pallu slipped accidentally off my breasts. The two ri
pe apples were fully open and I was rather reluctant to cover them quickly as I
normal woman would do. I was sure Rajkamal was getting an eyeful of my uncovered
tits - the two perky nipples, the pinkish areolas and the flesh - I kept expose
d all of my upper
treasures for at least 10 seconds. I could listen a gulping sound from Rajkamal
and felt his hands on my back froze for some moments. I smiled in my mind and wr
apped my boobs again with my pallu.
From the corner of my eye I tried to look at Rajkamal s pajamas. His swollen cock
made it a tent and I could make out that he was equally (s)excited. I was trying
to visualize his young manhood inside his pajamas and felt that my pussy tingli
ng strangely. As expected, my trick worked instantly.
Rajkamal: Madam, back massage is complete. Now if you allow will start the, I me
an, err breast massage.
He stammered a bit. Natural. Rajkamal could not wait any longer and I saw he oil
ed his palm again with different oil from another bottle.
Rajkamal: Madam, this is the breast massage oil.
Saying that he came in front of me. He squatted before me and waited for me to m
ake open my breasts for him to
massage. It was a rather precarious situation for me - a young male crouching in
my front and I have to uncover my
boobs for him to massage. I was feeling very uncomfortable and ashamed and had t
o suggest something slightly
decent.
Me: Rajkamal, can you do this, I mean, from my back.
He looked a bit puzzled and dumb. I had to be more elaborate.

Me: I mean if you massage my bre

err breasts from my back, I will be comfortable.

He understood. Thank God! I kept my pallu of the sari as a pseudo cover on my br

easts just to look decent and not sit simply topless in front of Rajkamal.
Rajkamal: Okay, okay Madam. I got your point. But don t feel ashamed in front of m
e. This is my job.
Rajkamal tried to look professional, but his lund under the pajamas was telling
a different story.
A shiver went throughout my spine as he went to my back and cupped both my resti
ng naked boobs with both palms. Me: Oooooooooooooohhhhhh Sssssssssssss
I writhed in excitement and squirmed.
"Squeeze it! Squeeze it more!" That's what I wanted to shout, but I had to apply
brakes on my lips. Rajkamal was initially touching my round naked breasts gentl
y and cupping each of them and glistening them with oil, but once it was done, I
could very well realize it was the same squeezing that I had plenty from differ
ent males in the last couple of days. He was now clearly feeling my hard nipples
, circling them, twitching them, pressing them at his free will and making me wi
ld with excitement. He was massaging my breasts with both his palms, sometimes s
oftly and sometimes tightly giving me a different sensation at every moment.
Me: Uhhhhhhhhh! Sssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhh
Who taught this young lad to be a lover like this? Guru-ji?
While Rajkamal was kneading my breasts, his hands were working under the pallu o
f my sari and I was still a bit shy to expose my breasts fully in the open. Alth
ough my boobs were completely in his possession, I had a consolation factor in m
y mind that my globes were out of his direct view, as he was sitting behind me.
Now suddenly what he did made me almost breathless. Rajkamal started bouncing my
naked tits with his oily hands and pressing my taut nipples with two fingers at
times.
Me: Hey, what are you doing?
Rajkamal: Madam, don t interrupt. This is a massage technique.
I remained silent, but was feeling unusually uncomfortable at this act and getti
ng wet by the moment in my panty. I
could hear him breathe heavily near my ears at my back. I could understand he wa
s also heavily excited getting the
opportunity to do such lewd acts with a married woman. He was virtually playing
with my boobs, bouncing them,
holding and releasing them in rhythm making me excited and embarrassed simultane
ously. Never ever in my life did
anyone dare to do such bouncing with my breasts while close to me - neither my h
usband nor anyone in the recent
escapades.
After some moments Rajkamal stopped and I was s-o relieved. I was almost profuse
ly sweating by this erotic act. He was kind enough to give me a respite in betwe
en my boob massage and the next one now.
Rajkamal: Madam, now lie down on the mattress.
I was wearing the sari still at my waist and was holding the pallu before my boo
bs as a decency measure. I covered the upper part of the body with the sari and

was in a supine position on the mattress. I could very well realize my erect nip
ples and glistening areolas of my taut tits were amply visible to Rajkamal throu
gh the semi transparent sari. Without wasting a minute, Rajkamal was faithfully
on to the next part of the massage. I immediately got a tickling sensation when
his index finger reached my navel. He took a different bottle and put some extra
oil inside my deep navel to make it look like a pool and began tapping there.
While he was attending my navel area, I was trying to imagine the next part of h
is massage. Where would it be?
Must have to be down my waist and lower belly, I could not imagine more closed m
y eyes. Time and again my devar s face was coming to my mind during this massage,
I didn t know why, probably due to his age similarity with
Rajkamal. I tried to imagine I am taking a massage from my devar like this lying
on my bed in my bedroom and he is almost sitting on my body and I am not wearin
g any bra or blouse... Oh No! Impossible, just next to impossible, but then I wa
s doing exactly the same with Rajkamal!
God! I couldn't imagine anything more. My sex-starved pussy was creaming with a
fresh supply of my juices. It was paining. I was unable to explain how a shy hou
sewife like me, who was ever so faithful to husband, could become so bold coming t
o Guru-ji s ashram! Rajkamal s words broke my thought level.
Rajkamal: Madam, now that your upper part is complete, I will do an outline mass
age from head to waist. So if you
could
I could not get him. I was lying down, do I need to sit again. Me: If I can what
? Shall I sit again?
Rajkamal: No, no Madam. You be in this position. I will now stretch my hands fro
m your head to waist, so
He again left his words incomplete, but this time the suggestion was very appare
nt to me that he wanted me to
divulge my breasts completely off the sari cover. I had little to object to this
, as he had already touched both my
tits. I reluctantly slide off the sari off my breasts and lay in front of Rajkam
al in a topless condition. His eyes
almost bulge out of the sockets seeing the beauty of my naked ripe boobs, which
were still warm and reddish with the increased blood flow resulting from his mas
sage. Every inch of my naked breast area was moist and glistened with oil. Rajka
mal hadn't missed a single spot and his fingers touched me everywhere. I couldn t
keep my eyes open in this compromising condition that too in front of this lad,
and had to close my eyes.
When he did not touch me after a few moments, I had to open my eyes again. I saw
he was still rubbing some new oil to his palms. From the corner of my eye, I no
ticed he was visibly a bit tensed seeing me in topless state and I was tempted t
o look at his pajama. I saw his cock had formed a tent there though I could also
find spots of
wetness in that region. Rajkamal s precum. Frankly, I was losing control a little.
My hands were now eager to touch the strong manhood of this young lad, but the
subtle feeling of hesitation remained somewhere in my mind though I tried to get
that off now, as my wet pussy was itching once more!
I wanted my lust to flourish under the disguise of massage. Now he stretched his
hands from my head, pulling my hairs gently and then squeezing my both cheeks a
nd finally down my neck to my undulating boobs. His hands rested on my eager bre
asts and he was very directly twisting and twirling my hard erect nipples, as my
husband would do while intercourse. I moaned loudly, expressing my passion, as
he built up his strengths more and more. Rajkamal started squeezing my breasts n
ow, in the same manner as Mishra-ji and Pande-ji had already taken pleasures. I
felt my whole body getting baked in the heat of passion of Rajkamal s massage.

Me: Oooooooooh! Do it more

Rajkamal seemed very excited hearing my last words and he was squeezing and pres
sing my oily boobs with more
force and vigor and automatically my legs started to get parted within my sari a
nd petticoat. He was till now sitting my by side, but now his movements were get
ting bolder and I noticed he put one of his knees on my thighs to have a better
grip on my naked breasts. This continued for another few moments and probably he
was unable to keep the excitement and hence stopped it. I saw he was panting an
d quite similar was my condition too. He now wiped off the oil off his palm usin
g a clean cloth from his bag.
Rajkamal: Madam, now your lower half. Your sari Madam
Me: Yes you please take that off. I cannot sit up now.
I really did not have the strength to get up now. My whole body was aching in se
xual excitement and the young boy seemed more than happy getting such an invitat
ion of opening the sari of a married woman from her waist.
Rajkamal: Okay, okay Madam. You just relax.
He looked at my waist where the sari was tied and pallu was flowing on the mattr
ess.
Rajkamal: Madam, can you please lower your abdomen a bit so that I can pull off
the sari?
I nodded and did that. He whiffed off the folds of my sari underneath my pettico
at.
Rajkamal: Madam, now can you just lift your err buttocks a little so that I can d
rag your sari from your bottom.
I had no other alternative but to do that as I myself decided to remain lying. T
he scene was really vulgar I realized
-a housewife with a fleshy figure like me lifting her bottoms in a topless condi
tion and a young boy taking off her
sari. I wriggled my plump hips and Rajkamal was smart enough to get my sari out
completely in a flash. I thought he
must have done this before to other ladies also. Now my petticoat was the only g
arment that covered the lower
part of my body.
Rajkamal: Madam, now lie on your stomach.
Me: Okay.
I obeyed again to him, and in fact felt better to have at least my jiggling bare
boobs under the cover of my body. But Rajkamal obviously had other plans.
Rajkamal: Madam, I think its better I remove your petticoat also because it will
get spoilt in oil.
My face was towards the mattress and my butts towards the ceiling. I felt comfor
table to reply also in that
position.
Me: I do not want to spoil my petticoat.
I kept my voice as calm as possible giving him the permission to open my pettico
at in an indirect way. Rajkamal: Right Madam. You just relax I will do the needf
ul.
Saying that he took his hands below my body down my navel and obviously I had to
accommodate his hands lifting my abdomen slightly. Rajkamal's fingers reached t
he knot of my petticoat string. I aided him to unfasten it and he did the rest.
But I could never sense his plan that he would pull down both my panty and my pe
tticoat

simultaneously. And before I could fully realize that he was pulling down both f
rom my waist.
Me: Hey, eiii .. What are you doing?
Rajkamal pretended like an innocent boy.
Rajkamal: Why Madam, what happened? Did I do anything wrong?
I was having this conversation now with half of my ass crack being exposed and I
remained in that state with Rajkamal s fingers still holding the elastic band of
my panty.
Me: Why are you pulling my I mean
I was losing out words in this awkward situation. Rajkamal was now truly acting
the scoundrel. Rajkamal: What Madam?
Me: My panty, you idiot.
I was a bit angry now.
Rajkamal: But Madam to get massage in your lower part, you have to be naked. Me:
Don t you think you should have asked me?
Rajkamal: Sorry Madam, I thought
He did not complete and this made me more irritated. But due to my compromised s
tate, I could not just sit up on the mattress.
Me: What did you think?
Rajkamal: Madam, I have seen most women feel shy to remove their brassiere and p
anty, so I thought not to mention it separately. Sorry again Madam.
Me: Hmm.
I calmed a little by his apologetic tone.
Rajkamal: Madam, then what to do?
What a question I thought to be answered.
Me: Since you have dragged it halfway, do the rest.
I pretended to be strong in my voice. Rajkamal did not waste a second and starte
d dragging my petticoat along with the panty down my round buttocks, then down m
y well-formed thighs, then down my legs and finally down my heels and I was now completely naked lying before to be massaged before this 21-year-o
ld boy.
Though I was conversing with this massage boy, my pussy was quivering for someth
ing more and I felt that all my
juices would now burst out of it. My mind just drove me wildly into a new state,
where I rather enjoyed and was
excited by my own nudity in front of this young boy. It was the sense of my ever
-growing excitement that took all
my shame away. I closed my eyes and completely surrendered myself to this young
masseur. I could feel Rajkamal s
hands reached my firm ass cheeks and as am I adequately fleshy down there, even
a soft pressing of his fingers
could penetrate deep into my flesh. Rajkamal was using his both hands to knead m
y buttocks in a rhythmic manner.
Me: Ahhhhhhh... Mmmmmmmmmmmm

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

I was so very excited by Rajkamal s oiling my bottoms that I was automatically mak
ing moans out of my mouth. He was making all sorts of hand movements on my open
buttocks. He was stroking it, rubbing it, squeezing it and what not. Once he eve
n started slapping my ass cheeks.
Me: Ouch! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah .
I was really enjoying this to the hilt. No male has ever dared to slap me there,
but this young lad was doing it so
effortlessly in the name of massage. Rajkamal was gripping very tightly my flesh
y round ass in both hands and was
squeezing in a way, which seemed to me as if was preparing the maida for kachauri
we see in a halwai shop .
Me: Do it nicely, everywhere.
I said that without clearly explaining the word "everywhere". As he pressed my b
uttocks more and more, I could
feel higher pressure in my pussy, more juices coming out now. Subconsciously I t
ook my hands to my crotch area
and put my right middle finger inside my moist pussy hole. I didn't dare to look
at Rajkamal's condition. I guessed
in my mind his erection would now be at its peak and he must be close to reachin
g his orgasm. He might be
desperately trying to close his floodgates and prevent any embarrassment in fron
t of me. Rajkamal's oily palm
slowly went up slope into the crest of my ass cheek and then traveled down the s
lope throughout my ass crack.
Me: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
.
It was a wild feeling, so good. Half of his palm was securely buried inside my d
eep ass crack and I could understand he was trying to locate my ass hole. After
finding it he carefully oiled me there too. There was so much of an illicit plea
sure in it getting oiled in my ass hole from someone aged as my devar!
Slowly he proceeded with massaging the backside of my well-formed thighs. His fi
ngers were working relentlessly
on my flesh. He seemed not tired at all, rather continued to grow in strength I
felt through his expert touches. He
went further down onto my knees, my legs, my toes till my toenails. I just canno
t describe how wonderfully he did
everything. One who has not taken a full body massage would never know the thril
l. My entire body was shivering in
pleasure, something I had never experienced before. Direct lovemaking and Sexual
arousal and this arousal through
massage were different, I bet.
Now honestly I was desperately waiting for a rock hard cock to penetrate me with
a force. I had this feeling in the
early morning too when Uday did everything to me except fucking. I continued the
similar feeling in Guru-ji s hands when he examined me on the exam table. After f
inishing my toes and the nails, Rajkamal paused. There was not a single spot in
my developed body left to be massaged!
Both of us were speechless.
There was an uneasy calmness and the only sound that could be heard was the movi
ng ceiling fan. The only portion of my body left to be touched was my dark hairy
triangle and I was in no way prepared to leave that out. Perhaps he too was eag

as

erly waiting for a signal from me. Seeing no reaction from me, he started again
rubbing his palm on my nude back and hips, this time moving up and sideways. He
was crouching down now, which I could see from the corner of my eye from my lyin
g position. A heard a whispering tone near my ears.
Rajkamal: Madam, the
Rajkamal could not complete what he wanted to say, as there was a knock at the d
oor. I was really stirred up by the thumps on the door. I remembered how Uday le
ft me half-done in the morning, and did not wanted that to be
repeated. I was feeling so relaxed that frankly I was not at all eager to rise f
rom this state. But I had to do
something, but Rajkamal did the first query.
Rajkamal: Who is it?
Nirmal: Rajkamal, there is a visitor for Madam.
A visitor for me here? In this ashram? I was certainly puzzled. Even after heari
ng that I was still so enthralled by Rajkamal s massage, I could not react properl
y to Nirmal s words from outside the door.
Nirmal: Is Madam s massage over Rajkamal?
Rajkamal: Err Yes.
Nirmal: Okay, send Madam, I have kept the visitor waiting. Now I had to say some
thing. I voiced in trembling tone. Me: Who is it Nirmal? I mean a male or a fema
le?
Nirmal: An aged male Madam. Come down, he is waiting. I am going.
Who could it be? I was thinking though not completely out of Rajkamal s magical ma
ssage spell. I was still lying
naked on the mattress and now I had to alight, I realized. Rajkamal was looking
like a dumb fool, because I could
see the eagerness in his eyes and his erect dick within his pajama was telling t
he story. I was confused what to do. As I got up from my lying position, I could
see the mattress having wet spots because of my vaginal fluids. Rajkamal was lo
oking at those spots also. I lowered my eyes in shame though was shamelessly sit
ting naked in front of him without trying to cover my jawani at all.
My body was aching in sexual desire and Rajkamal could read that very well. But
we both were trying to maintain
some decency and not be crude. But I found that would not fulfill my want, and t
oday from the morning this is the
third time I am being sexually aroused heavily without being fucked. Last two da
ys, I was on drugs, and could not
actually felt my pussy longing for a lund. I tore apart all my shame, inhibition
, and decency measures and shifted
close to Rajkamal.
Rajkamal: Madam, someone is waiting for
Me: Just shut up and complete my massage. You cannot leave me in this state.
I was trying to take control now over this young lad.
Rajkamal: Madam, but your massage is complete, so
Me: I told you to keep your mouth shut or I will seal your lips.

I was getting bolder and I did not know where from I derived courage to take con
trol on this boy and was creating new limits of shamelessness. I came very close
to him in sitting position and hugged him sealing his lips with mine. I started
sucking his lips, but instantly realized Rajkamal was struggling to get rid of
me. I was so surprised!
Rajkamal: Madam, this is not right. I cannot deviate from Guru-ji s instructions.
I was getting so angry at this boy s attitude that was unable to control myself.
Me: What did your Guru-ji teach you? Make a woman naked, massage her body, and t
hen leave her in that state? Rajkamal: Madam, please be patient.
Me: Then why this has grown up?
I straightway caught him by his hard lund and dragged it and he almost cried out
in pain. He then jerked me off
and stood up. I was lying near his feet, still completely naked and my whole bod
y was gleaming with the oily layer on my skin. I was now pleading from my state
of anger out of desperation.
Me: Please. Do not leave me in this state. Please.
Rajkamal: Come to the toilet.
I stood up on the mattress. My pussy was very wet though now not dripping any mo
re. My bushy triangle was clearly before his view. I walked in my nude state and
as if was following him like a faithful dog.
Rajkamal: Madam, I can understand your need, but am helpless today. Moreover som
eone is waiting for you. I will quickly give you some relief.
He came close to me and hugged me for the first time. His slender body was not f
ulfilling my desire. My soft boobs pressed against his flat chest and in one swi
ft action, he turned me and my ass was now pressing his crotch and I could clear
ly feel his lund poke my broad ass area. Now he bent a little and took his right
middle finger to my honey pot and started fingering my wet pussy. Since I was a
married woman my vaginal path was quite broad and
Rajkamal s fingers being slender, he was able to push a couple of his fingers in m
y hole.
Me: Uhhhhhhh

. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

. More

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh

I was shamelessly moaning and shouting in ecstasy. Rajkamal s other hand was gripp
ing now my hanging boobs and
twitching my nipples. I very quickly reached my peak this time, as I had a numbe
r of arousals from the morning and could not hold my fluid any longer. Rajkamal s fi
ngers were all moistened with my juice and he was doing a fucking action with his
fingers what he would have done with his lund. I was trying to quench my long th
irst with this finger fuck. My body jerked furiously within his arms as I discha
rged completely.
I was feeling so weak that I sat on the bathroom floor. My naked body looked mar
velous, I myself appreciated, as
it glistened with oil and sweat. Rajkamal was quickly applying cold water to my
body to refresh me. In some
moments I was also fully in my senses and realized my vulnerable state. I was th
e wife of someone, now sitting on
the floor of this ashram bathroom after a finger fuck, no thread on my body, my
matured boobs fully exposed, my
hairy pussy, my big buttocks, my thunder thighs - all feasted by a young boy who
is exactly the same age of my

devar. Oh! God! Get back my senses.

I was off of the bathroom floor in a flash and quickly covered myself with a tow
el. I noticed Rajkamal smiled a bit seeing my action. He went out of the toilet
and handed me my sari, petticoat, blouse, and bra and he himself closed the toil
et door before my face making me more ashamed. I was quick enough to wipe off th
e extra oil off my body with the towel and get dressed rapidly. Now that my sexu
al thirst was somewhat met and I discharged fully, my concern was who could it b
e who had come to see me in this ashram?
With an enigmatic mind, I slowly approached the guest room of the ashram. Rajkam
al went off from my room
minutes ago arranging his oils, etc. in his bag. I was trying to speculate who c
ould have come here to meet me, but
tried in vain, as I could not figure out anyone living near this place. I entere
d the room and was very surprised to
see mama-ji !
Me: Mama-ji! You! Here?
Mama-ji: Yes Bahurani.
Mama-ji was my mother-in-law s brother. He was 50+ in age and remained unmarried t
hroughout his life. Though he came in our marriage and participated actively, I
have not seen him in recent times coming to our place. How could he know that I
am here!
Mama-ji: Actually this place is not far away from my residence. It s an hour s drive
from there and when your mother-in-law called me up, I assured her that I would
certainly pay a visit to you.
Now I understood the whole story. I went forward to him and bent forward to touc
h his feet as a gesture of pranam . He held me by my arms and put his hand on my he
ad as a sign of ashirwad.
Mama-ji: So how are things here Bahurani?
Me: I have already taken diskha Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: Wah! Good. I hope with Guru-ji s blessings you get your much-awaited rewa
rd soon.
I could understand he was referring about my pregnancy. He smiled and as I looke
d at his face my heart started to beat faster. I was now wondering how much Mama
-ji knew about this place. Does he know what goes on here or
about the treatment processes? How did he know about Guru-ji? I smiled back and
tried my best to look normal and hide my concerns, but was rather getting curiou
s to know what Mama-ji knows about this ashram.
Me: Mama-ji, how did you locate the ashram? Do you know this place?
Mama-ji was still holding to my arm and I was standing pretty close to him and a
fter listening to what Mama-ji replied I almost felt a tremor throughout my body
.
Mama-ji: In fact I came here a couple of years ago. I have heard of Guru-ji long
back, but never actually believed in these things. At that time my maid was hav
ing some problems and she told me to take her to this place. This is probably th
e third or fourth time I am coming here.
Me: O I see.
I tried to maintain my composure, but I could feel my hands and feet getting col
d listening to Mama-ji. I tried to inquire more.

Me: What problem was your maid having?

Mama-ji: Bahurani, you know these lower class people, they have all the nasty pr
oblems. Actually my maid s husband
was having an affair with another girl to the extent of physical relation. My ma
id wanted him to get back on track.
Me: Was it solved?
Mama-ji: Yes Bahurani, but that s a long story.
At that moment, Nirmal entered the room with a glass of orange juice and sweets.
We sat on the sofa now and Mama-ji had the juice and the sweets.
Mama-ji: By the way, your mother-in-law told me to ask if you need anything. I c
an bring that from the market. Me: No, no Mama-ji. I have everything here.
We were sitting on the sofa and now that Nirmal was away with the plate and glas
s, we were alone again there in
that room.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, I last saw you when I visited your place for Pushpa s marriage.
Right?
I was getting relived slowly from my tensed condition seeing Mama-ji s normal conv
ersations. I hoped that he did not know anything about the treatment process of
Guru-ji.
Me: Yes Mama-ji, you are right. You have a good memory. Still its two years sinc
e I guess.
Mama-ji: Hmm More than two years. But good to see that your mother-in-law is taki
ng good care of you. He laughed gently saying the above.
Me: Why do you say that Mama-ji? I giggled and asked him.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, look at the mirror and you will know that. You have added wei
ght.
Saying that he laughed again and lightly placed his palm on my thighs. I did not
mind that and smiled and blushed. I am now almost normal and the fear of him kn
owing about this ashram disappeared from my mind and was getting engrossed in ch
atting.
Me: Mama-ji am I looking fat?
Mama-ji looked at me and chuckled, which triggered my natural womanly virtue of
nagging.
Me: Tell naa. Mama-ji please. You can actually tell the truth, as you have not s
een me for a long time. I was almost pleading Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: No, no Bahurani, you don t look fat. But
Me: Mama-ji, this is not fair. You males are all the same. Rajesh also does like
this. Saying half.
Thank god! I still remembered my husband s name considering my sexual escapades in
the last two and half days. Mama-ji: Bahurani, just stand up once.
I alighted from the sofa and stood in front of him, he was still sitting on the
sofa. Mama-ji now directly touched my right ass cheek and commented.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, you certainly have added fat here. This certainly looks a big
ger circumference than when I last
saw you.

I instantly remembered I was not wearing a panty. Rajkamal when handed me my clo
thes he did not give me the
panty and at the moment I was not that conscious about that. I clearly felt Mama
-ji s palm resting on my firm ass cheek and obviously he could feel the roundness
of my butts over the sari and petticoat cover.
Me: Yes Mama-ji, I know.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, you have developed a small tummy also, which is not a good si
gn.
I looked down at Mama-ji and looking at his eye level, I instantly realized my p
allu had shifted giving him a grand view of my whole belly area and the base of
my blouse-covered boobs. More so, as he was sitting on the sofa and I was standi
ng in front of him sideways. I could not shift my position instantly as that mig
ht look rude and hence I just reluctantly lowered my sari pallu to cover my bulg
ing boobs fully.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, after childbirth you will obviously gather weight. So you sho
uld be careful from now on. What s Rajesh doing? He should make you exercise
He put a small break in the sentence and added, almost whispered,
e.

not on bed alon

He broke out in laughter and I blushed heavily now. And Mama-ji gently slapped o
n my sari-covered bottom in one swift action and it looked so normal that I coul
d hardly react. Mama-ji s palm smacked me just over my ass crack and myself being
panty-less, my heart almost stopped for a second getting hit there.
Me: Mama-ji, you are very
Mama-ji laughed loudly and held my arm and made me sit on the sofa. While holdin
g my elbow region, he felt the oil in his hand. Though I wiped it off by the tow
el before I got dressed, my skin was still oily.
Mama-ji: Why is your skin so sticky? Have you applied something?
Me: Yes Mama-ji, I have applied oil.
I consciously suppressed telling him about my massage session. But what Mama-ji
told in reply was so stunning that I was simply speechless.
Mama-ji: Oh! Guru-ji has not changed his treatment technique it seems in years.
He gave some massage oils to my maid also I remember for her to look youthful. W
ere you taking a massage?
My heart started pounding and I did not know what to say. Since he was such an e
lderly person I was feeling quite embarrassed to tell her about my massage, more
so simply because he was a relative of my husband s side.
Me: No, err yes. I mean I was applying the oil myself.
Mama-ji: Strange. I distinctly remember that when my maid came here Guru-ji told
to use the oils not for selfmassage, and you know Bahurani, one day my maid even asked me to apply the oil t
o her body, as her sister was
away.
He laughed on his own mind and I almost trembled hearing that. I was feeling so
anxious that Mama-ji knew about
the massage! Simultaneously I was getting curious also out of my womanly virtue

to know what Mama-ji did with her

maid. Did Mama-ji massage the whole body of the maid? How old was she? Must be a
bove 18, as she was married.
What was she wearing when Mama-ji massaged her? Did she become naked in front of
Mama-ji, as I did in front of Rajkamal for the sake of massage? Did Mama-ji lea
ve her without fucking? Oh! My god! I was getting increasingly hot in my mind thin
king in these lines. Its true that I never heard any scandalous incident regardi
ng Mama-ji
though he did not marry.
Though momentarily I was thinking in that way, but I rebuked myself for taking m
y judgment in such lines about this elderly and respected person.
Mama-ji: Anyway, Bahurani I think you should take a bath, as you have applied oi
ls to your skin before it gets too
sticky.
Me: Its okay Mama-ji. You sit naa, we have met after such long time.
Mama-ji got off the sofa and I realized he was about to leave now. I also ascend
ed off the sofa. Mama-ji: How long you will be here? Did Guru-ji say that?
Me: Yes Mama-ji, seven days, today is the third day.
Mama-ji: Wah! Then I will make another visit so that you also feel good and not
feel bored in this ashram environment.
I could not say No to that of course and greeted him with a smiling nod. Mama-ji:
Okay Bahurani, its time for me to go.
I went a couple of steps forward and bent in front of him to touch his feet as p
er custom. When first time I bent
down to for his ashirwad, he held me by my arms and lifted me, but this time he
held me by my waist, and in fact
his fingers were partly grabbing my soft ass cheeks. Getting a touch there, by r
eflex, I quickly got up from my
bent position.
Mama-ji: Be happy my child. Bahurani, I will pray that you and Rajesh get a baby
soon.
Saying that he held me close, his hands still in my waist area and I also got a
bit emotional and he hugged me.
Believe me, it was not the first time an elderly relative hugged me, but I was f
eeling very uneasy. All females have
this sixth sense and we can differentiate between an affectionate hug of a male
and a hug with a different
intention. Mama-ji initially lifted me holding my waist and now as I was almost
clinging to his chest, I could feel
distinctly his fingers were creeping on my back, inch by inch as they progressed
up. I was careful to cover my
boobs with my arms so that they do not touch him. He now held my head in both ha
nds and kissed my forehead.
Apparently anyone seeing this would definitely believe in this elderly person s af
fection towards me. But I was
unable to believe in his touches. After showing the gesture of love and care thr
ough the forehead kiss, he should have left me, because there was nothing else t
o do. He had given his ashirwad and now had kissed my forehead, but to my near d
isbelief Mama-ji smiled a bit and brought his hands down my head to my shoulder.
He brushed his
fingers all along my neck.

Mama-ji: Keep faith in yourself and you can overcome your problem.
While saying that, I could clearly sense his right hand thumb was tracing my bra
strap over my blouse on my
shoulder. And since he was still talking to me holding me close, I had to lower
my arms to my sides. Previously I
could keep them crossed over my breasts as a protection, as he was hugging me. N
ow my protruding full boobs were just inches away from his chest.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, don t worry. If you need anything, do let me know. Still I will
give my phone number to the ashram so that if you need anything, they can call
me.
While he was saying all this, he pressed my shoulder and gently pulled me toward
s him such that my pointed boob
tips now started brushing his flat chest. It was a very awkward feeling for me,
for that matter any woman, to
stand like that with the edge of my bulging boobs touching another man s chest, wh
o is facing me. My boobs were
not pressing, but were rather grazing Mama-ji s chest such was the position. Mamaji securely held me in that
position and conversed.
Mama-ji: I have told your mother-in-law not to worry at all and keep faith on Gu
ru-ji. You know how very anxious
she is.
I could realize my nipples getting harder and harder standing in that position.
I tried to lean back subtly, so that it did not look indecent, but Mama-ji s grip
on my shoulder did not allow me that. My 28-year-old heaving sari-covered breast
s continued to graze and brush my 50-year-old relative s shirt-covered chest.
Mama-ji: I will call your home tonight and update them that your diksha is compl
ete. Me: Okay Mama-ji. You also take care.
I tried to finish off the conversation as I was at a height of uneasiness, but M
ama-ji seemed uninterested. Mama-ji: Bahurani, my dear, you also take care.
Saying that he took his right hand off my shoulder and in a playful manner pinch
ed my left cheek flesh softly. I was not at all prepared for such a behavior fro
m him and stood there like a duffer. He was still holding my left shoulder firml
y making me touch my boobs to his upper body. Then he took off his hands off my
body and just casually patted my pumpkin-like bottoms.
Mama-ji: Especially here Bahurani.
Mama-ji s slap on my bottom was surely not ultra-soft and the flesh of my buttocks
wriggled under my sari to this
action. At the same time, I could feel Mama-ji deliberately hollowed his palm as
he slapped my ass and I could
sense a semi-squeeze on my panty-less ass cheek. And finally when he left me I r
ealized my nipples had grown to
their full size within my bra in excitement. Mama-ji had delayed his exit so muc
h that I had no other option but to
adjust my bra in front of him, as I was feeling outrageously uncomfortable now.
I took my both hands to the sides
of my breast and pushed my boobs up a little within my bra and then in one swift
action I took my right hand under
my sari pallu and stretched gently my bra cup so that my taut flesh could accomm
odate better within my bra.
Mama-ji bid me good-bye saying that he would come over the weekend and I went ba
ck to my room with a puzzled
mind regarding Mama-ji s attitude. I was definitely quite sure of his touches , espec

ially the way he traced my bra

strap on my shoulder and patting my ass twice, but still was not able to relate
it to this elderly person s personality.
Due to the overdose of sexual activities, was I taking my thoughts just a bit to
o long? May be. Mama-ji calls me
Bahurani, and he is almost double my age, how could he lust for my body, but the to
uches - I must be wrong
somewhere.
I went to the toilet and had a long bath, as it took significant time to wipe of
f the oil from my whole body,
especially from my back and my butts, as it was difficult for me to reach there.
I had my lunch and was about to take a nap, when Sanjeev came and interrupted.
Sanjeev: Madam, sorry to disturb you now, but Guru-ji wants to meet you once now
.
I was a bit surprised hearing that as I distinctly remember Guru-ji told me afte
r my exam that he would meet me in the evening.
Me: But Guru-ji said he would let me know of my exam results in the evening.
Sanjeev: Yes Madam, but he needs to go to Mr. Yadav s house in the town this eveni
ng. It is an unscheduled visit. Mrs. Yadav actually wants to perform an urgent ya
gya for her daughter.
Me: O, I see. Does Guru-ji go to others houses to perform yagya?
Sanjeev: Not normally, but Mr. Yadav is Guru-ji s old disciple and unfortunately h
e is disabled also. So Me: Okay, okay I understand.
My thoughts and respect level for Guru-ji appended hearing this. Me: By the way,
what for will Guru-ji perform this yagya?
Sanjeev: Actually Mr. Yadav s daughter failed in Class XII exam last year and this
year also in the school test, she passed by whiskers. So Mrs. Yadav wanted to p
erform a yagya before her final exams.
Me: Okay, but why in this urgent basis?
Sanjeev: Madam, Mr. Yadav will go for a checkup in Chennai for a fortnight, that s
why Mrs. Yadav wanted to do the yagya on an urgent basis.
Me: O I see.
I did not waste any more time, as I was also anxious to know the exam results al
so and followed Sanjeev to Guruji s room. Guru-ji as usual was sitting before the
image of Linga Maharaj in his usual saffron dress.
Guru-ji: Come Anita, come.
I offered him a pranam and took my seat on the floor. Sanjeev kept standing by my
side. Guru-ji: Anita, actually I will be going to town in the evening.
Me: Yes Guru-ji, Sanjeev told me.
Guru-ji: Okay then you know. Actually I will stay tonight in Mr. Yadav s house for
the purpose of this yagya. Sanjeev and Meenakshi will also accompany me.
He paused briefly and continued.
Guru-ji: So I wanted to let you know of your pelvic exam results and my further
plans for you. I looked visibly anxious, as my pelvic examination results were a
bout to be unfolded.
Me: What did you find Guru-ji?
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, can you bring my notebook? Anita, it s not that exciting, but at

the same time not a real doom situation also.

My heart started pounding in fear. What was the problem that Guru-ji detected? M
e: Guru-ji
I could not complete my words and a drop of tear almost rolled from my eyes.
Guru-ji: Anita, this is the problem with you females. You do not listen fully an
d jump to conclusion.
His words were firm. I controlled myself. Sanjeev handed him the notebook and Gu
ru-ji opened a page and glanced through it and looked up at me.
Guru-ji: See Anita, there is some block in your vaginal path and I also noticed
a couple of hemorrhoids.
As I had little medical knowledge, I looked at Guru-ji with a confused face and
realizing that he explained me.
Guru-ji: Look Anita, your do not have a major physical problem, which could hind
er pregnancy. But the smaller
obstacles sometimes cause a bigger problem. Maha-yagya will help you get rid of
the negative factors in your body, as I told you before also. In fact, Maha-yagy
a will help you prepare both physically and spiritually for pregnancy and make y
our vaginal path smooth and cure you of your problems.
A yagya will make my vaginal path smooth? I was a bit puzzled hearing that and w
anted to know more. Me: But Guru-ji how can a yagya cure me?
Guru-ji: Anita my dear, Maha-yagya is not just sitting in front of the fire, cha
nt mantras, and worshipping. It s
much more than that and you have to be fully involved in it. You just keep faith
on me and leave the rest to Linga
Maharaj.
I was much relieved hearing that. Me: Jai Linga Maharaj!
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj!
Me: But Guru-ji, you were saying something like

hemorrhoids . What is that Guru-ji?

Guru-ji: Yes, I noted some inflammation of blood vessel in your anus. I will app
ly herbal cream for that. You don t worry about that Anita.
I had to lower my eyes hearing the word anus and automatically blushed a little. A
nd listening about applying cream there, I blushed further.
Guru-ji: Now go to your room and take rest. I have scheduled Maha-yagya for you
tomorrow and the day after. In the meantime, do take the medicines, as I have di
rected you.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
I was almost on my way out of Guru-ji s room, when he asked me something. Guru-ji:
By the way, did you like Rajkamal s body massage?
Sanjeev and Guru-ji were both looking at me and it was so humiliating for me to
answer to that question, but I had
to reply.
Me: Yes, it was good.
Guru-ji: He has magical fingers. Anyway, remember if you take further massages f
rom him, do not allow him to
massage your err

I mean gaand, as I noted inflammation there.

I could not even respond through a nod. Sanjeev now made me totally dumbstruck b
y his next comment.
Sanjeev: But Guru-ji, I beg to differ. I think Madam can take massage from Rajka
mal on her gaand, but she just needs to inform him not to apply oil in her assho
le.
Guru-ji: Right, right. Anita, I feel Sanjeev is right. You can actually take an
ass massage, but do not allow him to touch your hole.
Guru-ji looked at me with a smiling face and I was as if dying out of shame hear
ing this piece of conversation between two males about my ass massage. My ears w
ere getting hot and I was completely bowled over.
Sanjeev: Guru-ji, I feel Madam will be safer if she does not pull off her panty
during the massage.
Guru-ji and Sanjeev both were looking at me and I desperately wanted to push off
from there. I could not meet their eyes. I realized very well that they both kn
ew that I had opened my undergarments in front of Rajkamal. I was feeling awfull
y abashed.
Guru-ji: Very true Sanjeev. The panty would act as a shield. Anita, this would b
e a very good safety measure. In any case, you can certainly ask Rajkamal to mas
sage your flesh over your panty. Will that
I had to cut Guru-ji short. I could not take it any more.
Me: Guru-ji I understand
Guru-ji probably realized my condition. Thank God!
Guru-ji: Okay, okay. Now go to your room Anita. I need to brief Meenakshi and Sa
njeev regarding my evening visit.
I was more than relieved to get out of that room. I returned to my room with red
ears and heavy breathing. It
seemed as if Guru-ji and Sanjeev s little chat was still ringing in my ears. I fel
t so very humiliated. I rested for a
while sitting on my bed and then went for a nap, but several things were clubbin
g into my mind, especially the mahayagya topic. Guru-ji told that it was a yagya
, which would extend to two days and through it my vaginal block and discharge i
ssues would be solved. But how? What would I have to do for two days? Why did he
say it would be
strenuous ? There was no answer available with me!
The additional trouble issue in my mind was Mama-ji , as he said he would come agai
n. To tell the truth, I was
unable to form an opinion regarding Mama-ji. I certainly felt his fingers not ac
ting the normal way on my youthful body. Mama-ji never behaved like this before
though there was very little chance of me and him getting along alone . Still I was
not convinced to consider such things about this 50+ man. Thinking on all these
lines, I did not know when I went into a deep slumber.
Knock! Knock!
Madam! Madam! Please get up .
I quickly alighted off the bed to this call and was about to approach the door,
but noticed that I was not wearing
my sari. Actually before I went to bed I opened it to be comfortable on bed. I s
topped and quickly wrapped the
sari around my upper part of the body and opened the door. I could recognize the

voice. It was Nirmal. But why is

he shouting?
Me: What has happened?
Nirmal: Madam, Guru-ji is calling you urgent.
Me: Why? Anything serious?
Nirmal: I am not sure, but he asked me to call you.
Me: Okay. I am coming right now, you can go and tell that Guru-ji.
I noticed Nirmal s eyes fully grazing my petticoat covered lower half of the body,
as I was holding my sari with
both hands over my breast and abdomen. Nirmal went off and I closed the door and
went to toilet to urinate, as I was feeling the pressure, and then wore the sar
i properly, and combed my hair and went towards Guru-ji s room again. What could h
ave happened? I was wondering, but not getting a clue.
Me: Guru-ji, were you calling me?
Guru-ji: Yes, yes Anita. I am in a bit of trouble and I need you help.
I was feeling rather uneasy that a man of Guru s stature is asking for help from m
e. Me: Please do not say it like that Guru-ji. Anything for you.
Guru-ji: Anita, as you know, I was scheduled to make a visit to Mr. Yadav s reside
nce and Sanjeev and Meenakshi were supposed to accompany me, but from the noonti
me Meenakshi has been running a temperature and now the fever is quite high.
Me: Oh! Really?
Guru-ji: Yes. I have given her medicines, but unfortunately she is not in a stat
e to accompany me. But I need at least one female to act as the medium for Mr. Y
adav in the yagya. So, I mean
Me: Yes Guru-ji?
It was very evident that Guru-ji was hesitating.
Guru-ji: I mean if you could go along with me.
Me: No problems Guru-ji. Why are you so hesitating Guru-ji? It will be my pleasu
re if I can be of any assistance to
you.
Guru-ji: Thanks Anita. But we will have to stay there tonight, as it would late
in the night to complete the yagya. Me: Okay Guru-ji.
Sanjeev now added.
Sanjeev: Madam, Mr. Yadav s apartment is very spacious with lots of rooms and gene
rally we stay in the guest rooms, which are very cozy. You wont have any problem
.
Me: I see. Then when do you plan to start Guru-ji?
Guru-ji: Now its 5:30. We will start at 7 o clock. Anita, you do one thing, go to
Meenakshi s room and get a brief idea about how a yagya is arranged, as you will h
ave to help me to set that up at Mr. Yadav s place.
Me: Right Guru-ji.
I went off from there to Meenakshi s room. The room was dimly lit and Meenakshi wa
s lying in bed and someone was

sitting near his head and applying a balm on her forehead. The illumination was
not enough to make out clearly who
it was.
Me: How are you now Meenakshi?
Meenakshi: The fever is still there in spite of Guru-ji s medicines.
As I came near the bed, I saw Rajkamal sitting near her head. I touched her neck
and cheeks and they were very warm and surely her temperature was well above 10
0 degrees.
Me: Hmm. It s quite high still.
Rajkamal: Its 102 degrees Madam. I checked it minutes prior. Meenakshi: Madam, d
id Guru-ji tell you to go to town with him? Me: Yes. He told me just now.
Meenakshi: Sorry Madam for this trouble, but I am really helpless. Me: Its absol
utely okay. You just take rest.
When I entered from outside in the room, my eyes took some time to adjust. Now I
noticed that Meenakshi was
lying on the bed in a very tempting way considering a male is present in the roo
m. I was shocked to see that her
pallu had so much shifted off her big round boobs that half of her treasures wer
e clearly visible above her blouse
and Rajkamal being seated near her head was getting a majestic view. As I looked
more intently, as if a shock wave
went passed my spine, as I noticed Meenakshi was lying on bed on doubt, but her
head was on not on the pillow, but
on Rajkamal s lap! He was applying balm to her forehead and the way Meenakshi was
breathing I smelt a rat.
Meenakshi: Madam, I have been to Mr. Yadav s place prior also, you won t have any pr
oblem there. Me: Okay. But what will I have to do in regards to the yagya?
Meenakshi: Madam, there is nothing much to do, but to arrange the yagya material
s like the logs, oil, other list of
yagya items, flowers, utensils etc., which Sanjeev will guide you and its more o
r less like the puja you perform at
home.
I was much relieved hearing that, as I definitely was a little anxious.
Me: Guru-ji was saying something about medium. What is that?
Meenakshi: Madam, in simple words, its like during the yagya a common man needs
a medium through which he or
she can attain the goods of the yagya and Guru-ji says to get best effects the g
enders should be different.
Me: Different meaning?
Meenakshi: A male should have a female medium and vice versa Madam. Me: Okay, ok
ay, I got it.
Meenakshi smiled very meaningfully as I said that and I could not comprehend the
significance of that smile.
Meenakshi: I am feeling thirsty.
Rajkamal: One sec
Meenakshi slightly raised her head and Rajkamal got his lap out and alighted fro
m bed and brought a glass of
water. Meenakshi tried to get up, but Rajkamal forced her to stay back in her po
sition and helped her to drink water from the glass. As Meenakshi drank, some wa
ter dripped down her chin onto her upper chest and Rajkamal openly touched her u
pper breast area to wipe it. I tried to take it in the normal spirits, but what

he did next did not allow me to get convinced.

Rajkamal kept the glass on the adjoining table and got back to his original posi
tion and Meenakshi also readily lifted her head to his lap.
Rajkamal: Did water spill to your blouse?
Meenakshi: I don t know. My body temperature is so high that I cannot feel that. R
ajkamal: Okay I will check, you relax.
Meenakshi: Madam, its better to take one set of clothing with you, as you will h
ave to take a bath after the yagya. Me: Yes, I also have thought so.
While we conversed, I noticed in the pretext of checking whether water had spill
ed onto Meenakshi s blouse,
Rajkamal was virtually feeling every part of Meenakshi s heaving globes. And most
surprisingly Meenakshi was so
casual about that and did not even bother to cover her breasts with her pallu. M
y heart almost stopped when I saw he was touching her cleavage, which was expose
d over her blouse, with his fingers to see if it was wet!
Rajkamal: Madam, can you get me a cloth from the cupboard?
I was a bit surprised at Rajkamal s words. Why does he need a cloth? Me: What for?
Rajkamal: Actually her blouse is wet at parts and I just want to put a cloth ins
ide so that she does not catch a cold over her fever.
He wants to insert a cloth in the blouse of this fully matured 35-year-old plump
woman lying on his lap! I got off and got the cloth and tried to save Meenakshi
from feeling embarrassed.
Me: Let me put it. Which part is wet Rajkamal?
Meenakshi: Madam, you please do not get worried. Rajkamal will do it.
I was spellbound by this lady s attitude. She wants to have a male hand inside her
blouse! I had no other option but to hand the piece of cloth to Rajkamal.
Rajkamal: Thanks Madam.
He now shamelessly pulled and lifted Meenakshi s blouse from the front off her ski
n and inserted the cloth onto the top of her boobs. I could clearly see this lad
y s very attractive sized tits going up and down within her bra. Rajkamal inserted
his fingers along with the cloth on her boobs within her blouse and planted the
cloth there. I am sure he got enough opportunity to feel and cup her matured bo
obs while offering this help.
Then Rajkamal was back with his fundamental job of massaging and I thought there
was no point sitting here and watching these shameless acts any more.
Me: Okay Meenakshi, take rest. I will go now. Meenakshi: Okay Madam.
Rajkamal: Bye Madam.
I went back to my room and started preparing to go to this disabled man, Mr. Yad
av s house with Guru-ji.
I went to the toilet once and used the conveniences to be absolutely fresh. Sinc
e I had a tight sleep, I thought it would not be a problem for me to keep awake
till late night if the yagya takes longer period of time to complete. I took a s
pare sari, blouse, and petticoat in a bag along with a set of bra and panty. Aro
und 6:30 p.m., Nirmal came to give a reminder to get ready, but I was ready by t
hat time. I locked my room and went with him to Guru-ji s room. Guru-ji was also r
eady and Sanjeev and Uday were arranging the yagya materials in one place. Withi
n another 15 minutes off we went from the ashram in a car, which Mr. Yadav had s
ent.

There was not much conversation in the way except Guru-ji and Sanjeev telling me
not to be anxious, as they would
guide me what exactly to do. We reached within an hour to Mr. Yadav s house. It wa
s already dark as the clock said
it was nearly 8. The house was a two-storied building and we went straight upsta
irs and Mrs. Yadav greeted Guru-ji
very warmly. I noticed Mrs. Yadav was a matured lady, probably nearing 40, who h
ad a proportionate figure for her
age though slightly on the plump side. She took us to the drawing room where Mr.
Yadav was sitting on the sofa. He
was also an elderly man, 50+ surely, with specs and a thick beard on his face. H
e was wearing a white kurta and
pajama and his left leg was strapped in a wooden cast. He was holding to a walki
ng stick and was clearly handicapped I noticed, as when he tried to stand up, Mr
s. Yadav had to support him.
Mr. Yadav also greeted Guru-ji with a warm welcome, but I could not find the gir
l for which Guru-ji had come to
perform the yagya. Guru-ji was addressing Mrs. Yadav as Nandini and Mr. Yadav as
Kumar. After the initial chat,
Guru-ji introduced me to both Mr. and Mrs. Yadav and explained that Meenakshi wa
s ill and could not come.
Guru-ji: Nandini, where is Shilpa? I am not seeing her.
Mrs. Yadav: Guru-ji, she is taking a bath, as I told her she needs to attain the
yagya. Guru-ji: Fine.
Mrs. Yadav: Guru-ji we both are very concerned about her studies. You know that
she failed last year and this year
also
Guru-ji interrupted Mrs. Yadav.
Guru-ji: Nandini, have faith on Linga Maharaj. The yagya will take care of your
child. Don t worry.
All along Mrs. Yadav was standing by her husband and it seemed to me he takes a
lot of care for her husband. Just
then a nice-looking, jolly girl entered the room. I could realize this was Shilp
a. She looked quite matured for a class
XII girl I noticed, both inn her face and physically also. She was wearing a gre
en top and a black long skirt and with
her hair tied up high and a smile on her face, she looked pretty attractive. Eve
rybody s focus was on her now,
obviously.
Shilpa: Pranam Guru-ji.
Shilpa came forward and bent to take ashirwad from Guru-ji. I noticed that her b
oobs jiggled under her top, as she
approached the center of the room towards Guru-ji. She must be wearing a loose b
ra I thought, which we females
do wear sometimes at home. I noticed Sanjeev s eyes were already fixed on this gir
l s very youthful waggling
breasts.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beta, what s happening to your studies?
Shilpa: Guru-ji, I am trying my best, but somehow I am unable to produce what I
am learning at home. Guru-ji: Hmm. Concentration problem. Don t worry Beti, now th
at I have come, I will take care.

Shilpa: Guru-ji, I am very anxious. My marks have been very low.

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, the yagya will make your mind blossom fully and you will h
ave no problems in concentration
there on.
Shilpa along with her parents seemed very pleased with Guru-ji s words. I could re
alize all this time while Guru-ji and Shilpa conversed, Mr. Yadav was giving me
stares through his specs. Mrs. Yadav was still standing very close to him. Initi
ally I didn t notice that, but now I am quite sure that he was eyeing me. Out of n
atural womanly virtue, I adjusted my sari over my boobs and hips though it was p
erfectly all right. I looked at Mrs. Yadav if she is noticing her husband, but s
he seemed too engrossed with Guru-ji s words.
Guru-ji: Okay then, Nandini lets move to the puja ghar .
Guru-ji and Sanjeev followed Mrs. Yadav and I had to trail them and was rather h
appy to get out of Mr. Yadav s
eyesight. The puja ghar seemed at the end of first floor, but I saw there were ste
ps going above. Mrs. Yadav was
climbing the steps first followed by Guru-ji, then me, and last was Sanjeev. As
I looked up, my eyes automatically
focussed on Mrs. Yadav s huge undulating gaand, as she climbed the steps. Probably
a blind man also would not miss
that. Mrs. Yadav, though looked nearing 40 age wise, I noticed her bottoms looke
d quite tight and firm as they
swayed behind her sari. Guru-ji was just behind her and his face was nearly touc
hing her swinging gaand as he
followed her.
Alarm bells immediately rang in my ears, as I realized my moving ass would also
be a feast for Sanjeev s eyes, as he was just behind me climbing the steps. I had
no way to bypass the situation and had to climb the stairs just in
front of him. It must have been a grand view for Sanjeev, as by any means my bot
tom-line was pretty attractive
for a woman of 28. Thankfully there were only a handful of steps and we were the
re at the puja ghar , which was located at one-and-half floor.
Guru-ji: Nandini, I notice you are panting. But you only climbed a small number
of steps? Mrs. Yadav: Ji Guru-ji, I have developed this problem recently.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, check her pulse once.
Sanjeev: Okay Guru-ji.
Guru-ji and I walked past them into the puja-ghar, but as I glanced back I saw S
anjeev standing to Mrs. Yadav
alarmingly close, which sparked a curiosity in my mind. The puja-ghar was a rath
er small room with images of gods
and goddesses. Guru-ji was busy to unload the yagya items and asked me separate
the flowers and garlands, but I
was rather interested to see what Sanjeev was doing. So I shifted my position su
ch that I was quite close to the
door.
Mrs. Yadav: I do not believe in these allopathy medicines Sanjeev. Dr. had given
me some, but am not taking. Sanjeev: But Nandini Madam, your problem will aggra
vate if you do not take the pills.
Mrs. Yadav: What more aggravation of problems are you talking about Sanjeev? You
know Kumar. He is a drunkard.
Moreover, he is now handicapped for the past 5 years. Shilpa failed last year. S
anjeev, which way should I go?
I could not see them directly, but could hear them clearly and was getting an un

known thrill overhearing them like this. I could clearly sense that Sanjeev has
a good relation with Mrs. Yadav, as she was quite frank to him.
Sanjeev: But Nandini Madam, you cannot change your destiny. Still I tried to do
my best within my limited capacity.
Now I shifted my position more towards the door. I looked from the corner of my
eyes at Guru-ji and saw he was
quite occupied in arranging for the yagya. The pathway to the puja-ghar was adeq
uately lit up and hence I could
clearly see Mrs. Yadav and Sanjeev. I noticed there was certainly a changed beha
vioral pattern in Mrs. Yadav - in
front of his husband and now in his absence. Sanjeev to my utter shock was almos
t hugging Mrs. Yadav!
I could not believe my eyes and my eyes almost popped out seeing this scene. San
jeev s one hand was roaming
around Mrs. Yadav s waist and buttocks and she was also leaning on to Sanjeev in a
way, which was very indicative. I
noticed she stood as if with a broken waist and her buttocks were looking very p
rovocative, protruding outside, and
boobs were thrusting forward towards Sanjeev. As a woman I could readily underst
and Mrs. Yadav s intention
seeing her pose.
Mrs. Yadav: I do not blame you Sanjeev, it s my destiny. I have been suffering for
5 years.
Sanjeev remained silent. I could well understand that there was a relation among
them, most likely physical, because no married woman would allow another male t
o touch her the way Sanjeev was holding her. With a handicapped husband, I could
clearly see the missing desired sex life in Mrs. Yadav.
I could clearly see that Sanjeev s right hand was now very evidently feeling Mrs.
Yadav s flesh of her wide ass
cheeks over her sari and she was also inclining more and more towards Sanjeev. I
couldn t see Sanjeev s left hand
from my position. Was it on her boobs? I guess so because the way Mrs. Yadav is
subtly moving her heavy ass in the standing position, it was very suggestive. I
was deriving immense pleasure, I don t know why, overseeing them in
that compromising position.
Sanjeev: Nandini Madam lets go inside, otherwise Guru-ji might.
Mrs. Yadav: Yes, yes. Kumar can also silently come down the hallway here.
I realized they were parting and I pretended to be engaged in my work with flowe
rs. Sanjeev came inside, followed by Mrs. Yadav.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, did you find a faster pulse in Nandini? Sanjeev: No Guru-ji, i
ts normal.
Mrs. Yadav: Guru-ji, when shall I ask Shilpa to come here?
Guru-ji: I will need all three of you in the beginning. I will send Sanjeev to c
all you. Still it will at least take half an hour to arrange everything.
Mrs. Yadav: Okay Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: As you know, in the yagya, all should sit in clean white clothes. Mrs.
Yadav: Yes Guru-ji, I remember that.

Then within half-an-hour all was ready for the yagya. The fire was created at th
e center of the room with the
image of Linga Maharaj just behind that. There were so many items neatly arrange
d by Guru-ji, me, and Sanjeev
that I appreciated the arrangement in my mind. Sanjeev closed the door and Guruji started the yagya. It started at 9:00 p.m. With the fire flame, the scent of
sandal incense sticks, and Guru-ji chanting mantras loudly the
atmosphere within the room instantly changed. Guru-ji sat in front of the fire a
nd Sanjeev to his left and myself to his right. Sanjeev had already called the Y
adav family.
Mr. Yadav was wearing the white kurta and pajama, as he was wearing earlier when
I met him in the drawing room. As he came I noticed he was leaning on to his wi
fe and trembling. What a change in Mrs. Yadav! She seemed to be so devoted to he
r husband now, as I saw her bringing him to the puja-ghar. She has changed her s
ari and was
wearing a white cotton sari along with a white blouse, which was extremely trans
parent, I must quote. Anyone and everyone could clearly see the position of her
white bra inside and her fair skin through the transparent material. Shilpa was
wearing a nice tight-fitting embroidered white salwar suit and looked quite appe
aling, as she was not using a chunri. They all sat opposite us in front of the f
ire.
Initial mantras and worship went on for around 20 minutes. I really had nothing
much to do once the yagya started. The atmosphere in the room was getting stuffy
with the smoke and the heat of the yagya fire, more so as the room was pretty s
mall and there was no ventilation. I realized since I was sitting close to the f
ire, I was sweating and my armpits and lower back were already wet.
Guru-ji: Now, I will do the individual ritual for Shilpa. Each of the parents mu
st participate in it. Though the main yagya will be involving Shilpa Beti alone,
but this is also mandatory.
Mr. Yadav: Guru-ji, if you start with me it would be of help as
Guru-ji: Yes Kumar, absolutely. I do not want to strain you unnecessarily. I wil
l start with you and then release you. You can take rest.
Mr. Yadav: Thanks Guru-ji.
Mrs. Yadav: Guru-ji, please call me when you are done with Kumar.
Guru-ji nodded and Mrs. Yadav and her daughter went off and Sanjeev again closed
the door.
Mr. Yadav was again giving stares at me, but I was more concerned about sweating
. My blouse was getting wet
already. I wiped of some of the sweat from my back and neck with my pallu. Just
then Mr. Yadav talked to me for the first time.
Mr. Yadav: Guru-ji, Anita is feeling hot I guess, can we not keep the door open?
I was shocked to see he was addressing me by my name straightway. I was quite ir
ritated understanding that he was watching me closely.
Guru-ji: No Kumar. That would deviate concentration. Mr. Yadav: Right, right.
Guru-ji: Anita, you will now act as Kumar s medium in this part of the yagya.
I looked dumb, as I was still not sure what exactly I have to do to be the

medium

.
Guru-ji: Kumar and Anita, come to my left side. Sanjeev you start preparing the
hog.

Sanjeev already was preparing for the bhog I noticed sometime back and now I reali
zed that there was no other
option but to go and help Mr. Yadav to stand. I had to do that. I alighted from
my sitting position and had to
wriggle my ass a little in front of these three males as my petticoat and sari w
ere sticking to my ass. I then went to the opposite end to Mr. Yadav.
Me: Can you stand up alone Mr. Yadav?
Mr. Yadav: No Anita. I need your help.
I was getting increasingly irritated each time he was taking my name, but was he
lpless due to Guru-ji s presence. Before I could offer an assist, he grabbed my ha
nd and with the other hand put pressure on his walking cane to stand up. In turn
, I held his hand and shoulder and helped him. He was very shaky as he walked an
d I felt bad for the disabled condition of this man. I offered to hold my should
er, as I saw Mrs. Yadav was doing, and he walked better clinging to my blouse-co
vered shoulder.
Guru-ji: Anita, now hold this thali and offer it to Agnidev first. Kumar, you hold
her from behind and whisper mantra in her ears, which I tell. And Anita as the
medium you will utter that loudly to Agnidev. Okay?
Me: Ji Guru-ji.
I took the thali from Guru-ji and stood in front of the fire. Now I was directly
in front of Guru-ji, the yagya fire separating us. I noticed Mr. Yadav slowly c
ame and stood behind me with his walking stick.
Guru-ji: Leave the stick Kumar and hold this book in one hand.
As Mr. Yadav kept his stick aside, I instantly felt warm male fingers on my wais
t, partly above my sari cover and
partly on my bare abdomen. I understood being disabled and off of his walking st
ick, he had to hold on to something support, but my whole body shivered at his w
arm touches. I was looking hopeless I knew, as my nipples started to grow hard,
and I looked questionably at Guru-ji. Thankfully Guru-ji understood what I meant
to say.
Guru-ji: Kumar, hold Anita s shoulder and start whispering the mantra from the boo
k. It s marked there. Mr. Yadav: Yes Guru-ji.
He removed his hand off my waistline and held me by my shoulder like an obedient
boy.
Guru-ji: Anita, you offer the mantra loudly to Agnidev and I will repeat that to
Linga Maharaj. Both of you close your eyes. Jai Linga Maharaj!
I closed my eyes and felt Mr. Yadav s hot breaths on my shoulder. He was so close
to me. He started whispering
mantras in my ears, which I uttered loudly and Guru-ji repeated that in turn ver
y loudly. The first few minutes
were okay and then slowly I realized as Mr. Yadav was whispering he was moving c
loser. I ignored that thinking of
his disability. I felt his knees touching my thighs first over my sari and in no
time his crotch was pushing me subtly
on my ass cheeks. I shifted a bit as I uttered the mantras, but that was not hel
ping me, as being more close to the

fire was making me sweat profusely. Gradually I felt very deliberate efforts fro
m Mr. Yadav to push his crotch
into my firm ass.
I cursed myself that moments ago I was showering sympathy in my mind for this di
sabled man and now I could
clearly feel his erect lund poking my butts. I was thinking what to do. Should I
slap him and teach a lesson? But I
did not want to create a scene here. It s a matter of prestige for Guru-ji also an
d hence I remained quiet and tried to concentrate on the yagya. But that handica
pped rascal did not stop. He was now touching my ears through his lips while whi
spering mantras. I was feeling increasingly uncomfortable and getting excited no
w with Mr. Yadav s hard dick poking my pumpkin-ass constantly and his lips grazing
my ears. Naturally, heat started generating in my body and the heat of the fire
in front of me was making things literally hot for me.
Luckily in a few more minutes the mantra chanting part was over. I was relieved.
Very temporarily though only to
find myself more entangled with Mr. Yadav.
Guru-ji: Thanks Anita. You did a nice job. Give the thali to me. Now hold this b
owl and pour the oil very slowly on the fire. Very slowly. Kumar you also hold t
he bowl.
Momentarily I forgot that Mr. Yadav was still holding onto my shoulder for suppo
rt and bent forward to take the bowl from Guru-ji. His hand slipped off my shoul
der and he partially lost balance.
Guru-ji: Anita, Anita. Hold him.
Guru-ji almost shouted. I instantly turned back and realized my mistake. But bef
ore I could completely turn back
and seize him, he almost fell over my back. Though I managed the situation, but
I realized I should have been more
careful as I previously did notice him to be trembling when he stood up or walke
d. Mr. Yadav stooped over my
youthful body and his face fell flat on my neck area, but he was quick enough to
search for a support and almost
hugged me from my back.
Me: Ouch!
Automatically it came out of my mouth as Mr. Yadav fell on my back for an assist
. Though apparently it looked like he fell down and in the process held me from
my back, but I could feel the actuals. I was already by then pretty much aware o
f his stares and touches, but this time he crossed all limits. I could feel his
nose poking my back and his hot tongue and lips on the upper portion of my back,
just above the U-cut of my blouse. He grabbed me for
support and embraced me, his right hand holding my hand, but his left hand grabb
ed me in my pelvic area directly touching my pussy area over my sari. Though I r
ecovered in a few seconds, but I felt his hand pressure on my panty over my sari
and his tongue licking my bare skin over my blouse.
Mr. Yadav: Sorry Anita. You suddenly bent and I lost balance.
I had to be apologetic though was quite irritated by his behavior. He is such an
elderly person, moreover disabled, what sort of behavior is this? I could not s
ay anything due to Guru-ji s presence otherwise certainly would have slapped this
pervert.
Guru-ji: Kumar, are you okay?

Mr. Yadav: Yes Guru-ji. I caught Anita in time.

Guru-ji: Okay, now lets settle down and Anita offer the oil as I narrate the man
tra. The custom is to first worship Agnidev and then we will worship Linga Mahar
aj for Shilpa s academic future.
We nodded and again Mr. Yadav came very close to me and held the bowl from behin
d me. This time I felt his whole body pressure was on me and his fingers touchin
g my fingers too. Guru-ji started pronouncing the mantra very
clearly and loudly and I was pouring the oil slowly on the yagya fire. I could w
ell realize that Mr. Yadav was feeling every part of my body from the back witho
ut any hindrance now. I even felt he was gyrating his pelvis faintly onto my fir
m buttocks. Frankly I was getting a bit excited now by all these acts of Mr. Yad
av.
As I poured the oil, the yagya fire was gaining proportion and I had to shift a
little backwards due to the intense
heat. I jolly well understood Mr. Yadav liked my approach, as my firm sari-cover
ed ass pressed more into his crotch and I felt his lund, which was hard enough t
o excite me, probing my posterior globes. He was also pressing me from the sides
with his elbows and I was almost cramped within his arms holding the bowl. This
session seemed to be a long one, as Guru-ji continued chanting mantras and I wa
s pouring the oil very slowly on the yagya fire.
Seeing the opportunity probably Mr. Yadav now held my fingers on the bowl so fir
mly that I had to give him a stare
turning my head. He smiled wickedly and I was even more irritated by this though
his male touch was giving me a
pleasant arousal. I looked up at Guru-ji, but he was chanting the mantras while
closing his eyes and Sanjeev had
already started cooking and none of them were noticing us. As I was looking arou
nd, I did not realize that Mr. Yadav was also looking for further chances. Sudde
nly I felt a whisper in my ears.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, I am removing one hand from the bowl. I am having an itching.
I reluctantly gave a nod not understanding where he was having the itch. And bel
ieve me, that shameless old fox
was having an itch in his penis, which he referred to me! Guru-ji did not notice
anything, as his eyes were closed,
and Mr. Yadav took his right hand off my fingers from the bowl and put it right
away in his crotch and started
scratching. I did not have to turn back to see that, as I felt his hand between
his pelvic area and my buttocks. He
continued it for some moments and just prior to taking it off from there, he sta
rted feeling and cupping my right
ass cheek.
My nipples immediately responded to Mr. Yadav s squeezing my firm ass flesh and I
felt my nipples becoming hard and started pressing my bra cups. I felt a tightne
ss in my blouse and with my both hands engaged with the bowl of oil, I had to tu
rn back to stop this lewd act. He immediately behaved himself getting his hands
back on the bowl. Within a minute or two, the oil-pouring episode ended. Now I w
as sweating very profusely, not only from the heat of the yagya fire, but also f
rom the subtle physical advancements from Mr. Yadav.
Guru-ji: Now that offering and worship to Agnidev is complete, we will satisfy L
inga Maharaj. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Mr. Yadav and myself both said Jai Linga Maharaj! in chorus. Guru-ji started throw
ing all sorts of yagya items into the fire chanting new mantras, which went on f
or another 5 minutes. Sanjeev was still busy with the cooking and a nice scent w
as filling the room as he was preparing the bhog.
Guru-ji: Anita, I know this part would be a bit odd for you, but a medium has to
take this pain. You have to worship for Kumar now to Linga Maharaj.
Apparently I did not find anything odd in what Guru-ji stated and I looked dubious
ly to him as why did he mention the word pain?
Guru-ji: As the medium, you will carry Kumar and offer a pranam to Linga Maharaj
stretching yourself on the floor. Your navel and knees should touch the floor A
nita.
I nodded, still not understanding what it actually meant. I gave the walking sti
ck to Mr. Yadav and helped him to stand on his own. Guru-ji offered Ganga jal to m
e to clean my hands and after that showed me the position from where to offer th
e pranam. I went there and sat on my knees first on the floor and then stretched
my body
completely on the floor with my macro-sized buttocks facing the roof.
Guru-ji: Stretch your hands forward for pranam. Is your navel touching the groun
d? Let me see.
Guru-ji did not give me an opportunity to react and he himself removed the sari
off my abdomen and inserted his
finger below to see if my navel was touching the floor. I had to lift my bottoms
up a bit so that he could check and
it was such a ticklish sensation as his middle finger touched my navel that I al
most laughed, but controlled myself.
Guru-ji: Fine.
Saying that he took off his hand from below my belly and patted on my sari-cover
ed ass cheek to get it down. I obeyed Guru-ji and also extended my arms above my
head. It was so very clumsy to be lying on the floor upside down in front of tw
o males. I noticed Guru-ji now helped Mr. Yadav to come near me.
Guru-ji: Anita now you will carry the worship of Kumar to Linga Maharaj. Me: How
Guru-ji?
I had to ask now, as I was still not sure what exactly I needed to do. I saw Gur
u-ji helping Mr. Yadav to sit beside
me.
Guru-ji: I told you Anita. You will carry Kumar.
Guru-ji seemed a bit irritated having to say that again, but I was really puzzle
d now. What does he mean by carry ? Does he mean . Oh No! That can t be.
Guru-ji: Kumar, you stretch yourself on Anita s back and whisper the mantras from
this book, which are marked. Mr. Yadav: Ji Guru-ji.
I had to say something now. Guru-ji was telling this man to lie on my back and w
hisper mantra in my ears! It was like I was lying in bed with my bottoms facing
the roof and my husband on top of me enjoying me!
Me: Guru-ji, but this
Guru-ji: Anita, this is the custom of this yagya and the medium must abide to th
at. Me: But Guru-ji, he is an unknown male
Guru-ji: Anita. Do as I say.
I noticed an instant change in Guru-ji s voice. It was an order and he sounded lou

der than normal and his voice was cold as steel. I did not have the courage to u
tter another word and I silently allowed what was to happen.
Guru-ji: Kumar, what are you waiting for? Time is precious. Auspicious time for
Shilpa ends at midnight.
I felt Mr. Yadav was riding on my back. I was feeling so very embarrassed. Guruji helped him to stretch his body
on my youthful body. What an embarrassment for me I thought. If my husband saw t
his scene, he must have
fainted. I clearly felt Mr. Yadav adjusting his penis to exactly fit in my ass c
rack. I felt his hands holding my
shoulder and his whole body weight was on my body. It must have been a grand fee
ling for him to ride like this on a
married woman.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! You can start Kumar. Anita you concentrate on the ma
ntras and offer that loudly to Linga Maharaj.
I could see Guru-ji from my lying position. He closed his eyes and Mr. Yadav sta
rted whispering the mantras in my ears. I really was unable to concentrate. Can
any woman concentrate in this position with a man lying on her back? Mr. Yadav w
as no fool and began to take full advantage of my compromised state. He was now
thrusting more
pressure on my soft buttocks and pressing his lund more into my crack. Thank god
! I was wearing a panty today, which was actually hindering his penis to probe d
eep in my ass crack.
Mr. Yadav s voice was trembling as he narrated the mantras as I could pretty well
realize he was slowly thumping my gaand, as if he was fucking me. I tried to kee
p my voice as much steady as possible as I was chanting the
Sanskrit words aloud. Guru-ji had his eyes closed and Sanjeev s back was towards u
s and so it was a free ride for this disabled man. I could feel his wooden caste
d leg over my sari on my legs, but apart from that he seemed quite able in this
age too! His thumping speed was increasing and his hardness too.
Now I could clearly feel he was also tasting my ears and cheeks with his lips an
d tongue in between the pauses of
uttering the mantras. I knew I should not allow this, but the way Guru-ji reacte
d previously, I did not have the
courage to interrupt things interim. I was breathing heavily now and I could rea
lize Mr. Yadav was panting almost.
It was some pleasure surely for him at this age. Just at that juncture, he did som
ething, which made my heart
miss a beat.
I was in a pranam posture, though lying on floor, with both my arms extended for
ward above my head. My blousecovered boobs pressed against the floor and were op
en from the sides. The rascal did not miss to spot that, and seeing Guru-ji stil
l had his eyes closed, he took off his hand off my shoulder and also kept the bo
ok from his hand on the floor. Then he kept both his hands to my sides to suppor
t his body. I was a bit relieved in fact, as previously the whole of his body pr
essure was on my back, but it was only momentarily. The next moment, he shifted
his hands to my sides and gently touched boobs over my blouse.
I closed my eyes in shame, anger, and excitement, but I could not explode thinki
ng of Guru-ji s presence.
Simultaneously since I was constantly being enticed by this man, I also by that
time got a good arousal. Hence I did not react to this outrageous act of Mr. Yad
av and pretended I was engrossed in chanting the mantras. I could feel initially
he was only gently touching and pressing my breasts and now seeing I was still
chanting the mantras loudly what he whispered, he gained in confidence, which wa

s natural also. Somewhere down my mind I wanted that

probably, as I was feeling horny.
Mr. Yadav now increased the pressure with both hands on my breasts, which were a
lready smashed to the floor due to his body weight on me. I realized he eased of
f his body pressure off my back a bit and the moment I also
loosened my body, he grabbed my ripe mangoes with both hands and felt the firmne
ss and roundness of them. I
really at that moment was feeling that my husband was on top of me and squashing
my youthful boobs. In fact at home Rajesh often did that to me and I also enjoy
ed this sort of lovemaking. My husband used to insert both his hands completely
below my body and then grip both my boobs and playfully searched the nipples and
twisted them constantly till I was fully wet down my pussy.
Thankfully Mr. Yadav was not that courageous and showed some decency, probably m
yself being someone s wife. But he made sure that he got full pleasure cupping eac
h of my boobs from the sides. Ow even my voice was thoroughly trembling and I di
d not know what I was chanting.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj!
Guru-ji as if was awake from his slumber and Mr. Yadav was quick enough to remov
e his hands off my boobs. His hot breaths were falling on my neck, shoulder and
ears and making me feel more horny. I realized that Mr. Yadav was complete with
his mantras.
Guru-ji: Kumar, you be in that position and tell what you want for Shilpa in one
sentence nine times in the ears of
Anita.
Mr. Yadav: Guru-ji I just want her to pass this Class XII exam.
Guru-ji: Okay. Whisper that five times in her ears and Anita you rely the same t
o Linga Maharaj. After each vocal pray, I will also pray for Shilpa and you wait
till I finish and then narrate your next prayer. Clear?
Myself and Mr. Yadav both agreed to him.
Guru-ji: Everybody close your eyes and do the prayer.
I closed my eyes and before that noticed Guru-ji closed his.
Mr. Yadav: I just want my daughter to pass the Class XII exam Linga Maharaj.
He whispered in my ears ensuring that his lips touch my ears and neck and his pe
lvis exerting more pressure on my
soft and rotund buttocks, which was suggestive of he wanted something more. I ve
ry well knew what that more
was - he wanted to have my boobs. I was enough heated by that time and retracted
my extended arms for pranam
and exerting a bit of pressure with my elbows created a little gap below my armp
it so that Mr. Yadav could easily
put his hands there to grip my blouse covered treasures. I was loudly saying Mr.
Yadav s desire for his daughter to
Linga Maharaj and Guru-ji was adding mantras in Sanskrit.
I had my eyes closed, but could very well realize Mr. Yadav now headed for my su
cculent boobs and as he squeezed
both with both his hands, he was breathing quite heavily and was gyrating his pe
lvis as if he was fucking me. I was

getting thoroughly wet within my panty with each thump of his on my flaring ass.
And I noticed Mr. Yadav was most
active with his hands on my sweaty blouse when Guru-ji was narrating mantras and
we both were silent. I also was
responding to his touches and squeezes and moved my hips gently to feel his pist
on more on my sari-covered ass
cheeks.
I was soon over with my five times narration of Mr. Yadav s message for Shilpa to
Linga Maharaj and was honestly wondering what next!
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj!
Mr. Yadav stopped fucking my ass and rested quietly just beside my body. I was f
eeling his prick very evidently on my ass and in fact wanted to remove my panty
now as I was not getting full enjoyment as it was obstructing his tool onto my a
ss crack.
Guru-ji: Okay, now a little break and then the last part, which is meditation fo
r Shilpa Beti.
Now I had to adjust my bra and blouse a little as Mr. Yadav had pressed and sque
ezed my boobs in such a manner that I was feeling awful tight within my clothes.
At the same time, I now desperately wanted to get out of my
panty to feel Mr. Yadav s hard lund completely on my ass. Moreover, I wanted to ur
inate also to feel comfortable. I instantly thought of a way out.
Me: Guru-ji, can I go to the toilet once?
Guru-ji smiled and nodded. The smile made me as if so exposed in front of these
males. Everybody as if knew why I
was going to the toilet. I lowered my eyes and went out of the room, but I reali
zed I did not know where the toilet
was.
Me: Sanjeev, which way is the toilet?
At that very moment, Mr. Yadav also expressed the same thought to Guru-ji about
using the conveniences. Guru-ji: Kumar, you can show Anita the way to the toilet
.
Guru-ji paused a little and then added.
Guru-ji: Oh! But you need someone to help you there. Anita can you help him? I w
as not prepared for this and almost stammered to reply.
Me: Err Ya. No problem Guru-ji.
I went back inside the room again and helped Mr. Yadav to get up from floor and
this he held me like he was
clinging on to his wife. He was holding my blouse-covered back and of course his
fingers inched very close towards my sweaty armpit. With the other hand he was
latching on to his walking stick.
Mr. Yadav: This way Anita.
He showed me the way indicating through his walking cane. We were now completely
out of the puja-ghar and out of
view of both Guru-ji and Sanjeev. Mr. Yadav looked back down the stairs to see p
robably if someone was coming or
not. I also glanced back and saw the stairs and hallway was clear. Believe me, I
was expecting some manly action

from this old man now, like taking hold of my boobs or squeezing my ass flesh an
d a tight hug may be. What more
could I expect from this disabled person! But to my utter frustration, after hav
ing walked a few steps down the
puja-ghar, Mr. Yadav did not do anything and walked dragging his feet towards th
e toilet. And in no time, we
reached the toilet.
What should I do? I was cursing this old man in my mind, as he was so active whi
le he was lying on my back, but now he seemed a real disabled creature. My whole
body was almost aching for a tight male hug.
Me: You stand here; I will finish in a moment.
I said in an irritant voice.
Mr. Yadav: But Anita, I cannot stand alone. I will fall down. Me: Then what to d
o?
I was speaking in a reluctant voice and still not aware of what he wanted actual
ly. Mr. Yadav: We have to go to the toilet together.
Me: What?
I looked angrily at him. What does this old man think? Yes, I have allowed him t
o touch my body for a while, but that was due to the compromised position of the
yagya.
Me: What do you mean?
Mr. Yadav: Anita, please don t shout. You can see my disabled state. You please ho
ld me while I am in the bathroom. Me: Okay, that s different. I thought
Mr. Yadav did not ask me any more question and slowly progressed within the toil
et and I accompanied him. As I
slowly pushed back the toilet door behind me, Mr. Yadav kept the walking stick o
n the bathroom wall hook. And
then in a flash he opened his pajama string and lowered his underwear to bring u
p his semi erect lund to my view. I
could not control myself and readily grabbed his tool, but pretended as if I tri
ed to help him to urinate. We both
were trying to maintain some decency through our acts. He held the toilet wall w
ith one hand and my shoulder with
the other for support. I could see his semierect penis was gaining in confidence
as I held and stroked it.
I could realize Mr. Yadav s right hand slowly making a progress from my shoulder o
ver my blouse to my back and
under my armpit and finally grabbing my right breast within my blouse. He remove
d the pallu slightly so that he can also view my deep cleavage and oozing flesh
trying to break through my tight blouse. I continued to stroke his lund, now wit
h two hands, and I was surprised considering his age, it got rock hard in moment
s. I had a belief that males take longer time to get erection with age, but this
old fox got a full erection within a few seconds. The size of his penis was alm
ost similar to my husband s and I quickly removed the foreskin off the penis head.
All along I was stooping a bit and was stroking Mr. Yadav s khada lund and now he
was a bit too much excited
probably for his age. Initially he was breathing heavily and was squeezing my ti
ght right boob very hard. Now
suddenly he took off his hand from the wall and as well from my boob and dragged
my head towards his face with his both hands. Naturally he lost control, he lea
nt onto my body and I almost fell, unable to keep his full body
weight. Somehow I held him and as soon as he was stable, he forcefully started k

issing me. His thick beard was all over my nose, lips, chin and cheeks. I was ha
ving an enormous tickling sensation. Honestly I was never kissed by any bearded
man and hence never knew the feeling.
I tried to get his wet lips out of my lips, which were already filled with his s
aliva. I noticed though Mr. Yadav was
disabled, he had great strength in his grip. Instead of getting his lips out of
mine, he now started kissing me
harder and inserted his tongue within my mouth and held me by my hair so that I
could not move my head at all. I was still holding his lund with both hands, but
what he did next forced me to stop caressing his hot tool. He was kissing me an
d simultaneously holding my head to keep it steady with both hands, and now sudd
enly he removed one hand from there and started pulling up my sari, petticoat an
d all from my waist.
What a pull! Before I could realize very well I could feel Mr. Yadav bunched up
my sari off my round ass and with a couple of jerks almost my panty was exposed!
I immediately left his penis and tried to save my modesty. But as I tried to dr
ag my sari and petticoat over my bottoms, he was forcefully pulling them up and
exposing my full gaand. Mr. Yadav left my hair and now he engaged both his hands
to expose my gaand and my struggle went feebler, as I could sense this disabled
man s hand strength.
In a flash, he pulled both my sari and petticoat up above my waist. I was trying
in vain to save my modesty. He was still kissing and biting my lips and now see
ing that he had exposed my lower portion, he hugged me very tight. I
remained in his arms with my flaring panty-covered ass clearly visible. He left
my lips just for a moment and I could utter only two words. I was gasping desper
ately.
Me: Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease. Stop.
Very obviously that plea went to deaf ears and I realized the old man was more c
urious to expose me completely
now, as his hands were on the edge on my panty waistband now and he was pretty e
ager to pull that down. Though
no doubt I was pretty excited, but was not completely off my senses and to be na
ked in front of an unknown man,
that too fifty plus in age, was not acceptable to me. I thought the best way to
get this old humbug off my body is
to jack him off. And I started to stroke and coax his hard lund with the goal to
get him masturbated. But he was a
tough nut to crack.
I stroked and stroked his penis and it was throbbing to explode, but unfortunate
ly by that time, Mr. Yadav s
desires were fulfilled. He was able to pull my panty down off my waist down my b
uttocks. I could not even obstruct
him and stood with my panty stuck between my thighs and Mr. Yadav vigorously mil
king my plump ass cheeks. He
had tucked my sari and petticoat in my waist and was enjoying a free ride of my
bottoms. Now he was naturally
eager to put his lund in my choot, but my thorough coaxing paid off at last and
he jacked off vigorously right at
that moment. My hands were filled with his cum and Mr. Yadav looked quite disple
ased that he could not hold out
any more.
The toilet floor was filled with a pool of white fluid and without delay I dragg

ed him to the toilet wall for support

and also put his walking stick in his hand and for the first time in a long time
I was free from his clutches. He was
visibly not happy for natural reasons. I quickly tried to pull up my half-down p
anty, but soon realized that the way
Mr. Yadav had dragged it down in his hurry, it had rolled miserably. I had to ta
ke that off because I could not
stand with my sari and petticoat pulled up to my waist and try to straighten my
panty down my thighs in front of a
male. I dropped my sari down and pulled my panty down to the floor and picked it
up and kept it on a wall hook. I
adjusted my sari very quickly and tried to look decent. Mr. Yadav was all along
watching me with lust being melting
from his eyes.
His penis looked so limp now and I pulled up his pajama and knotted the string.
Even after ejaculation, he seemed to
have not lost all heat from body because as I was tying a knot to his pajama he
grabbed both my boobs from the
front and started cupping them. I tolerated this indecent act of his and I could
realize how vulgar it was looking. I
was tying a man s pajama and he was openly pressing and gauging my boob size over
my blouse! After I finished my
job, I was really feeling an urge now to urinate. With all these hugging and gro
ping and exposing, I had to
discharge.
Me: Can you stand here for a moment as you are standing now?
Mr. Yadav nodded. I
started urinating.
of my urination was
this toilet. It was

readily went to the latrine, sat down, pulled up my sari and

The hissing sound
clearly heard by Mr. Yadav due to so close proximity within
a long piss and I

shamelessly had to do it making this 50 year old hear every bit of it. After voi
ding fully, I was feeling so alleviated that I could not express in words. I ros
e from my sitting position on the latrine and pulled my sari down and went back
to Mr. Yadav. Since I was not wearing a panty, droplets of urine tricked down my
pussy to my inner thighs I realized. I casually took my right hand on my thighs
and pressed the sari there so that it gets soaked.
I was about to leave the toilet with Mr. Yadav that I noticed my panty hanging o
n the wall hook. I quickly took it off the hook and the old fox obviously did no
t miss to comment.
Mr. Yadav: Where would you keep this? You cannot go to Guru-ji with it in your h
and. I knew that very well, still he had to tell it. The rascal.
Mr. Yadav: You can keep it to me if you don t mind. I can keep that in my kurta po
cket for the time being.
I thought at this moment to keep my panty concealed from others eyes, the only pl
ace I could keep it was within my blouse, but that would be very uncomfortable f
or me.
Me: But
Mr. Yadav: When the yagya is done you can take it from m. I will hand you over i
n such a way so that no one notices
it.
I did not think much and agreed to him and handed him my semi soaked panty. Mr.
Yadav took it and kept it in his side pocket. We were both out of the toilet now

, Mr. Yadav walking with his stick and my support.

Mr. Yadav: Anita, one thing I must confess. You have a very sexy body. Your husb
and is an extremely lucky man. I smiled with a slightly surprised face.
Me: How do you know that I am married?
Mr. Yadav: My experienced eyes can figure out that.
We both smiled and walked slowly towards the puja-ghar.
Mr. Yadav: Married women would be envious of you about this.
Completing the words, his lips came very close to my face and brushed on my chee
ks and he was looking down my
blouse. He quietly moved his right arm down from over my shoulder and cupped my
right breast and gave it a very
tight squeeze. I almost trembled at this behavior in the open hallway. And at th
e same time, his thick beard tickled
me on my face.
Me: Please behave yourself.
Mr. Yadav: You are smiling and saying to stop me. How contradictory! Me: That s fo
r your beard. It s tickling me.
We were then at the turn in the hallway just before the puja-ghar and the place
was a bit secured, not open at least, and Mr. Yadav did not allow that opportuni
ty to go abegging.
Mr. Yadav: Give me a chance dear. I want to tickle your naked body with my beard
, which your hubby can never do.
He whispered in my ears, now getting alarmingly closer and his right hand slippe
d inside my blouse now. I did not
resist fully, but was still hesitating as we were still in the open. And Mr. Yad
av probably could anticipate what was going on through my mind.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, no one will come here. You just hold my stick. Me: No, not aga
in. Pleeeeease.
Mr. Yadav: Have some mercy on this handicapped man dear. You are an angel Anita.
I was really not unwilling to have more male touches on my body and frankly thou
gh this man looked aged and was disabled, his grips were much stronger than my h
usband even. Yes, I cannot love him like Uday, but he was
acceptable, except for his beard. That was giving me a real hard tickle as he ap
proached me closely. I finally took his walking stick from his hand and held him
otherwise he might fall.
Mr. Yadav was probably only waiting for me to take his walking aid and hugged me
from the front as if he would
grind me within his arms. My matured boobs crushed on his chest and he made sure
that I could not utter a sound as he sealed my lips with his thick lips and sta
rted kissing me real hard. His thick beard was again giving tickling me on my fa
ce and I was feeling very amused as well as uncomfortable. But Mr. Yadav did not
allow me much to think on his beard since he inserted his hands within my sari
though my waist and started cupping my naked ass cheeks as I had removed my pant
y while I was in the toilet with him. My petticoat knot was also not very secure
ly tied, which in a way helped him to do this lewd act.
I was instantly aroused to the full as I felt his warm and rough palms pressing
on my bare flesh of my buttocks.
And within moments, he took out his hands and moved up to pair of juicy upper tr

easures and directly tried to open my blouse buttons.

Me: Mmmmmmmm .
I struggled to speak, as all along his lips were sucking and biting my tender li
ps. I tried to nod my head vigorously indicating a No to this act, but Mr. Yadav s
eemed determined to grab my boobs in the naked form. I could realize he already
opened a couple of my blouse hooks and was pressing my bulging flesh over it. I
now started obstructing him with more force with my hands, but just then, we wer
e both froze hearing a voice!
Sanjeev: Madam! Madam!
Sanjeev was coming in search of us. Me: O! My god!
Mr. Yadav: Just keep quiet Anita, I don t think he can see us in this corner.
We both waited quietly for Sanjeev to pass that corner in the hallway and to pro
ceed towards the toilet. We both were breathing very heavily as we were very muc
h aroused sexually, but still tried our best to be silent. Sanjeev passed that a
rea without seeing us and I immediately handed over the walking stick to Mr. Yad
av and adjusted my sari to decency. It had fallen from my waist and my petticoat
was visible, which I at once covered and then hooked up my blouse though much o
f my cleavage was visible due to Mr. Yadav s heavy duty squeezing. In a few moment
s we started walking normally on the hallway back to the puja-ghar as if nothing h
appened and we knew very well
Sanjeev would be back soon not seeing us at the toilet.
Exactly that happened and we had not even completed ten steps that Sanjeev was b
ack and he expressed his
surprise that he did not find us in the hallway, neither in the toilet. Mr. Yada
v smartly managed the situation and we were back into the puja-ghar.
Guru-ji: You took so much time that I was worried that
Mr. Yadav: No, Guru-ji I did not fall, but took some extra time in the toilet.
Guru-ji: Okay. Now let us get back our concentration and finish off with you Kum
ar. Mr. Yadav: Ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Now that we have offered our prayers to Agnidev and Linga Maharaj, now
we will meditate for Shilpa Beti.
We both were standing in front of the yagya fire and Guru-ji was sitting opposit
e to us. I noticed Sanjeev was over with the bhog preparation and he was also st
anding beside us.
Guru-ji: Anita, you get back to your previous position for the pranam

posture.

I obeyed Guru-ji s words and sat on my knees first and tugging my pallu to my wais
t so that I make minimum
exposure lied on the floor with my plump buns facing the three males. I also ext
ended my arms above my head for the pranam . As I getting down of the floor, Sanjee
v was holding Mr. Yadav.
Guru-ji: Kumar you also get back to your original position on your medium.
I felt Mr. Yadav s body weight again on my body and his erect penis pricked me on
my soft buttocks. Now that I
was not wearing a panty, the feel was more evident and the arousal was more cert
ainly. It reminded me of the same memories in my bedroom when my husband would r
ide my back wearing a lungi and I wore just a nightie and nothing inside. I trie
d to control myself and tried to concentrate on Linga Maharaj, but of course in

vain.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, take this bowl and keep beside Kumar.
I saw Sanjeev came with a small bowl of white fluid with a spoon in it and kept
it near my head. There were some small edibles floating in the fluid.
Guru-ji: You again pray for Shilpa Beti with full concentration and whisper that
in Anita s ears as before, but
addition will be you fed her with one spoonful of the yagya ras (=fluid extract
of this yagya) after each prayer. Okay Kumar?
Mr. Yadav: As you say Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Anita, this time there is a slight change for you. Me: What Guru-ji?
I replied from my lying position turning my head towards Guru-ji and noticed tha
t his eyes were fixed on my
hillock-like sari-covered ass, as I lay on the floor. As our eyes met I clearly
realized Guru-ji shifted his attention from my gaand.
Guru-ji: After Kumar feeds you the blessed ras, you relay the prayer to Linga Ma
haraj, this time in your mind, and
then turn upside down. Kumar will repeat the same and the cycle will continue fo
r six times, 3 above and 3 down.
Okay?
It took some time for me to realize and before I could comprehend fully, Sanjeev
explained me in very crude words what shamelessness I will have to exhibit now.
Sanjeev: Madam, its very simple. What Guru-ji meant was now you are lying upside
down. Mr. Yadav will do his first
prayer in this position. Then you recline in the normal horizontal position as w
e normally lie down in bed. Mr. Yadav
will do his second prayer in that position. And like this a total of six prayers
are to be performed. That s all. Jai
Linga Maharaj!
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Anita I know it s a bit clumsy for any woman, but a ya
gya custom is a yagya custom. I cannot bypass it.
I had nothing to say, but to nod and obey Guru-ji s words. My ears turned red inst
antly thinking of the very scene.
I will be lying on the floor horizontally and Mr. Yadav would climb up my body f
or his second prayer. Prior also, he
was riding my body for prayers, but still it had some dignity for me, as I was f
acing the floor, but this time it is
like I am lying on bed and my husband would hug me getting on top of me. And to
crown it, I would be watched doing
this shameless act by two males. I could not look up at all and just kept my hea
d down with my hands extended in
the form of pranam.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, you stay near Kumar to help him get up and get down.
I realized Sanjeev came near me and sat beside me. Now Mr. Yadav was sitting on
my left hand side and Sanjeev to the right hand side and I was lying on the floo
r in between them.
Guru-ji: Okay, Kumar you may start your first prayer. Everyone concentrate. Jai
Linga Maharaj!

I felt a hand resting on my left ass cheek and a leg crossing my thighs and coul
d well realize Mr. Yadav was getting on top of my back. Sanjeev must have helped
him, but I was shocked the next moment, as I felt two different
hands on my body. One was Mr. Yadav and surely the other one had to be Sanjeev!
Mr. Yadav had not yet rested his body on my back fully and he was holding my blo
use-covered back shoulder for support I could realize, but Sanjeev instead of dr
agging Mr. Yadav s disabled leg onto my legs, he was gripping and feeling my well
formed inner thighs over my sari! I was in such a clumsy position that I could n
ot turn back, but fortunately in a few moments Mr. Yadav was fully stretching hi
s body on my back and Sanjeev had removed his hands off my legs.
I heard Mr. Yadav whisper his first prayer. I was feeling much amused that he co
uld still pray for his daughter! I evidently felt Mr. Yadav s lund was growing har
der within his pajama getting the touch of my alluring sari-covered flesh. This
time the feel was much more appealing for me and unrestricted, as I was not wear
ing my panty. Same was the case with Mr. Yadav also, as I found in no time he wa
s moving his pelvis in a subtle rhythmic fashion
pressing more and more on my buttocks.
Now he took a spoonful of the yagya
e to the activities on my back.
Sanjeev helped Mr. Yadav to feed me
d to gulp more, but Guru-ji s order
yes and relayed his prayer to Linga

ras and fed me. My lips were already open du

the fluid. It tasted really good and I wante
was one spoonful at a time. I then closed my e
Maharaj.

Sanjeev: Madam, I will get Mr. Yadav down and now you turn to face us.
My heart was almost pounding as Mr. Yadav descended off my body. Now I had to tu
rn and face Sanjeev and Mr.
Yadav. As I turned I could very well realize I was looking rather tempting and n
oticed that both of them were
looking very lewdly at my youthful body. I looked up and noted that Guru-ji was
also looking at me with a smiling
face.
Guru-ji: Now Kumar, you do your second prayer. Anita, as the medium you accommod
ate him fully on your body. The ritual says that the medium should be able to li
sten to the devotee s heartbeat.
I was feeling so ashamed that I just nodded lying in front of these three males.
Mr. Yadav was more than eager to ride me and as he rose on my body, I simply sh
ut my eyes out of utter humiliation of being watched. As I turned to lie on the
floor in normal posture, I did one change from my previous posture, mainly out o
f natural womanly
shyness and kept my hands folded on my bosom. But
Sanjeev: Madam, please keep your hands above your head in the pranam stance.
Me: I am feeling very uncomfortable like that.
I had to say now, but later found it was better not to have raised the issue, as
Guru-ji made me more humiliated by
his words.
Sanjeev: But Madam
Guru-ji: Anita, we all know that you cannot remain comfortable if a male gets on
to to your body. But my dear, every
activity that we perform has an objective. If you keep your arms crossed on your
breasts, how can you feel the
heartbeats of Kumar? How would you feel the impulse of his prayer as a medium if

your breasts do not meet his

chest?
He paused a little and there was absolute silence in the puja-ghar. All three ma
les were looking at my folded hands on my undulating blouse-covered full breasts
.
Guru-ji: If it was a tantra yagya and you acted as the medium, I would have made
you strip your clothes because that s the norm of that ritual.
I was feeling so very disgraced hearing all this in front of these males and was
cursing myself why I raised the
issue at all. Wasting no more time, I raised my hands above my head from my lyin
g position and naturally my pallu
shifted a bit off my twin mountains and my blouse stretched making my boobs look
more appealing and tempting.
In no time, Mr. Yadav was on top of my body and as he did that I clenched my tee
th in shyness. I almost had the
same feeling as if my husband was getting on top of my body and I am lying supin
e on bed. He would first kiss my
neck and shoulder and then kiss my lips and his one hand would surely cup my bre
asts over my nightie or blouse,
whatever I wore in the house, and would twist my nipples. Then he would definite
ly pull up my dress to expose my
legs and thighs even if it was not an intercourse session, but just a limited lo
ve making episode. At times he would
let me pass not pulling up my dress till my waist and hence not making me somewh
at uneasy to expose my panty or
pussy. Likewise Mr. Yadav placed himself quite securely over my body touching me
everywhere almost except my
ass!
Since my arms were extended above my head, he virtually had an unrestricted acce
ss to my upper part of the body and as he adjusted himself on my top, he even pr
essed by right boob with his elbow at least twice and also even touched my pussy
over my sari as if adjusting his crotch. He positioned himself perfectly over m
e for fucking and I was feeling so very dishonored lying like this with two othe
r males looking at me. Mr. Yadav now whispered his
prayer at my ears and while doing that he licked and bite my ears too. Though my
eyes were closed, I could very well realize that Sanjeev, who was sitting so cl
ose to me, must have been seeing this old man s acts.
Now Mr. Yadav fed me with the fluid and while doing that his right hand was rest
ing completely on my left peak and he was even openly pressing a particular port
ion of my bulging flesh, as he had traced my hard poking nipple
through my blouse and sari. Sanjeev again helped him with the bowl and spoon and
now I relayed his prayer to Linga Maharaj. I only knew what I said to Linga Mah
araj, as I was again getting horny with this intimate cuddling by Mr. Yadav in t
he name of prayers.
I had to repeat the procedure a total of three times for his six prayers and at
the end I was not only sweating
profusely, but also having a very violent orgasm. As understandable during the l
ater prayers, Mr. Yadav was more aggressive in his hugs while he whispered praye
rs in my ears. Once he even touched and brushed his thick bearded lips on my ten
der lips and tried to kiss me, but I was alert enough to avoid that. With later
prayers he gyrated his pelvis even more indicatively and felt my whole body. And
with each time helping Mr. Yadav, Sanjeev made sure that he touched every part
of my lower part of the body. I felt him cupping my ass cheeks at least twice or
thrice and felt the shape of my thighs over my sari on all the occasions he tri
ed to help Mr. Yadav.

As I was not wearing a panty, my vaginal discharge was now dripping down my puss
y to my inner thighs making my
petticoat wet. I was then thinking that I wish I had my panty on. When this proc
ess was over with Guru-ji and
Sanjeev shouting Jai Linga Maharaj and Mr. Yadav finally leaving my body, Sanjeev
nailed the final pin to my humiliation crusade.
Sanjeev: The room has become very hot Guru-ji. We are all sweating. We should ta
ke a small break Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Yes, we can take a small break, but we must complete everything within
auspicious time, which is by
midnight.
I had got up from the floor by that time and realized that I immediately needed
to adjust my bra, as Mr. Yadav
had almost got my left nipple out of my bra cup through his continuous pushing a
nd pressing on my breast area. But I simply could not do that in front of these
males and was planning to go to the toilet in fact.
Sanjeev: Right Guru-ji. Mr. Yadav, can you give your hanky once. I am sweating t
oo much.
Mr. Yadav looked visibly puzzled. I realized
ing to. It was not Mr. Yadav s handkerchief,
crushed form.
I was feeling so nervous and anxious and did
n. Same seemed the case with Mr.
Yadav.
Mr. Yadav: I mean err this is not my hanky.

immediately what was Sanjeev referr

but my panty kept in his pocket in a
not know how to manage the situatio
Sanjeev: Is it someone else s?

Mr. Yadav: No, no. I mean it s not a handkerchief.

Sanjeev: O! But it resembles one surely. By the way, what is it?
Mr. Yadav was looking at me now and I really was frozen, as I saw no way out. Sa
njeev: Is there any problem? Am I asking anything too personal sir?
Mr. Yadav had to answer something now and he let the cat out of the bag. Mr. Yad
av: It s nothing of that sort. I mean err
He paused just a little, glanced at me and reveled that the thing in his pocket
was not a hanky, but my panty!
Mr. Yadav: Actually when we went to the toilet, I mean when Anita went to the to
ilet, she was feeling some
discomfort, so she decided to take off her panty. As she had no proper place to
keep it, I kept it in my pocket.
Saying that Mr. Yadav pulled out my panty from his pocket and openly showed it t
o Sanjeev. I lowered my eyes in extreme shame and felt like dying in front of th
ese males. All three males were looking intently and attentively to my scanty un
dergarment. Sanjeev again remarked a superfluous humiliating statement.
Sanjeev: Oh! Madam then you are panty-less now?
I did not reply to his question and tried to avoid the situation.
Me: Guru-ji, if you please excuse me I will go to the toilet once.
Guru-ji: Surely Anita. But be back within five minutes, as the next yagya custom
will involve Nandini.
I got off from the floor and almost snatched my

displayed

panty from Mr. Yadav s han

d and went out of the room

towards the toilet. I heard a soft laughter from Sanjeev and Mr. Yadav and felt
so very offended and cursed
myself time and again about my mistake of putting my undergarment into his pocke
t. I went to the toilet and
washed my face and pulled up my sari and petticoat and washed my inner thighs to
o, which were sticky with my
vaginal discharges, and then wore my panty though it was slightly wet in the fro
nt. As usual almost the whole of my
round gaand remained exposed out of my panty line and I lowered my sari and trie
d to look normal and decent.
When I was back, I could not see Mr. Yadav, he must have left the puja-ghar and
went to the drawing room, and Mrs. Yadav was there instead.
Seeing Mrs. Yadav again, I smiled at her and she smiled back. I thought if she o
nly knew what his husband was
doing with me all this time! Mrs. Yadav was in the complete white attire as befo
re and now with more sweating, her bra was even more visible through the flimsy
material of her blouse. She and Sanjeev sat side by side before the yagya fire o
pposite Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Nandini, all this time Kumar was praying for Shilpa Beti abiding the no
rms of this ritual. This yagya
demands for a medium, which would transfer your prayers to Agnidev and Linga Mah
araj. For you, Sanjeev will act as the medium.
Mrs. Yadav: Okay Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Anita, if you feel you can go and relax outside, as I would not require
you right now.
For a moment I thought to agree to it, but remembered that Mr. Yadav would be ar
ound outside and he would
definitely lust for me again in his wife s absence. At the same time, the smoke an
d the heat in the room was also suffocating me somewhat.
Mrs. Yadav: You can spend sometime with my daughter. She must be feeling bored a
s I am here now.
I thought that was not a bad idea and that way I would also be avoiding Mr. Yada
v and his forceful approaches. Me: Okay. That would be better. Where is she?
Mrs. Yadav: You go down the hallway and stairs and instead of going straight to
the drawing room, turn left. Shilpa is in her room only.
Me: Fine. Guru-ji then
Guru-ji: Sure Anita, you can chat with Shilpa Beti and I can finish off with Nan
dini by that time.
I nodded and went out of the puja-ghar. I was really curious to know how Mrs. Ya
dav would behave in front of
Guru-ji with Sanjeev. I wondered if the norms would remain the same for Mrs. Yad
av as it was with me or would be something different. I was again getting a feel
of unnecessarily curiosity within me. But now that I was out from that room, I
had little option to see Sanjeev and Mrs. Yadav. I was thinking how could I stea
l a peep into the pujaghar, but as I was walking simultaneously, I reached the s
tairs and started descending towards the drawing room pathway. I remembered Mrs.
Yadav told to turn left for Shlipa s room.
As I turned left I encountered a person, looked like the servant of the house an

d he looked at me questionably, which was obvious too.

Me: Actually Mrs. Yadav told me to go to Shilpa s room. Where is her room?
The servant indicated to a door and we were standing almost in front of that.
Me: Thanks.
The servant went away and I stepped ahead and knocked at the door. There was no
response from inside the room. The door was locked. I knocked again.
Shilpa: Who is it?
I could clearly make out from her voice that my knocking irritated her. I was wo
ndering what I would reply to who I was because surely she would not recognize m
e by my name. Fortunately I did not have to reply and Shilpa opened the door. Sh
e peeped her face from the thick curtain on the door.
Shilpa: O! It s you Aunty. I thought
She did not complete the sentence and let open the door for me to get in.
Me: Your mom actually is busy in the yagya now. So I thought to spend some time
with you.
Shilpa smiled and welcomed me to her room. As I entered the room, she locked the
door behind me. The room was quite spacious, well decorated and with lots of el
ectronic gadgets. As I turned my eyes from the room furniture towards Shilpa, I
was a bit surprised to see that she was not wearing the pajama of her suit and w
as walking in front of me only wearing the long white kurta. Though she looked d
ecent as she was covered till her knees, I could not find a proper reason for he
r at that time to be like that.
Shilpa: Aunty, you are with Guru-ji for how long?
Me: Actually I am with him for not so long, only recently.
As she talked she looked visibly uncomfortable and I noticed she was breathing h
eavily too. Her tight salwar was making her boobs look more prominent as she bre
athed heavily.
Me: What problems are you having in your studies?
I sat on the couch as I asked the above. Shilpa stood in the middle of the room
and was probably hesitating for something and I looked questionably at her.
Shilpa: Aunty you sit for a minute. I will be back from the toilet. Actually I w
as going for it and hence had opened my pajama also.
Me: Oh! Okay, okay. I will wait. You can just switch on the TV for me.
As I said that I noticed the video player kept below the television was already
ON! Me: Were you watching any movie?
Listening to my question, suddenly there was a change in Shilpa s face I noticed.
She looked visibly anxious. Shilpa: How do you know that I mean
Me: The video player is ON, that s why I said. Shilpa: Oh!
She said in such a tone, as if she missed it completely. I saw the TV was switch
ed off and could well realize now surely she was watching a movie and as soon as
I knocked she switched the TV off, but forgot to switch off the video player. T
he teenager looked evidently caught red handed and now tried to act smart.
Shilpa: Yes Aunty, but that s actually a very boring movie. I will switch on the T
V for you.
I was getting curious now out of my natural instinct and wanted to know what Shi
lpa was watching. I must know why she had taken off her pajama though she said s

he was going to the toilet, but I was not convinced. As she

proceeded to switch on the TV, I could see she was wearing a pink panty through
the long cut of her kurta.
Generally the salwar suits that I wear has the cut at the sides below my waistli
ne, but I noticed in the kurta, which Shilpa was wearing, it was much higher, in
fact above waistline, and it was abundantly exposing her sides and part of her
petite butts even. I appreciated again in my mind her captivating figure.
Me: What s the name of the movie?
Shilpa: It s a dubbed film Aunty. Very slow, you wont like it watching from the mi
ddle.
I could well realize that she tried her best trying to refrain me from watching
it, but I was now quite focussed to check that out.
Me: Shilpa, its just time pass. In 10-15 minutes Guru-ji will call you. Lets wat
ch that only.
I left no way out for Shilpa and she reluctantly switched on the television for
the movie to continue. I noticed that she was very quick enough to get inside th
e attached toilet with her white pajama in her hand. I concentrated on the TV sc
reen and after some blurring on the screen the movie started playing.
Me: Ooooooooooooooh!
The very first shot that I saw was a passionate kissing scene. The shot was take
n from close quarters and then
camera slowly zoomed out. The male actor was hugging the actress tightly and suc
king her lips. The actress was
also responding by scratching his back and pulling his hairs. They were in a roo
m, but not on bed. Indeed the scene
was hot, as the actress was wearing very scanty clothes and the actor was touchi
ng her everywhere. The camera
panned from the back of the actress and rested at a side-view. The heroine was w
earing something better than a
brassiere, which could not hold her big sized breasts with a very small skirt ad
vertising her ample-sized bottoms. I
was shocked to see that the actress was not even wearing a bra. I must say she w
as looking extremely sexy in that
outfit. It was a long teasing scene and they both were kissing and fondling each
other for an extended period of
time and throughout the camera panned on the heavy dose of skin exposure by the
actress. The male actor was
doing everything that sometime ago Mr. Yadav was doing to me behind the closed d
oor of the toilet.
I could very well realize now why Shilpa was breathing heavily and had opened he
r pajama and was probably at the verge of masturbating when I knocked. It was a
dubbed South Indian film and things were getting hotter on the screen every mome
nt, as I noticed the actress was made topless removing her bra-like top, which w
as in any case quite nonexistent. Automatically and unknowingly my hands went to
my breasts and felt my flesh and touched my nipples over my blouse and bra. My
ears were red and I was also breathing heavily now exactly like Shilpa. I am at
least 10 years elder than her, but the effect was probably the same.
I was really not used to see such movies though my husband did bring some porn V
CDs after my initial days of
marriage, but they were all English. In fact I have rarely watched such desi mas
ala video. In most of the English porn VCDs that my husband brought everything w
as so very direct - the actress came to the screen almost naked, the males simpl

y waiting to drop their pants, and intercourse was like bread and butter. I admi
tted in my mind that I liked this desi exposure and heating up process much more
than what my hubby used to bring.
The actress was now only wearing a black panty and she was indeed a buxom lady f
launting her assets on the screen
shamelessly. The male actor was also stripped to his chaddi and his erect covere
d tool was making me feel so
restless. At that very moment, the door of the room opened and another lady appe
ared and from the dialogues I
could realize that the two females were sisters who both loved this man. In no t
ime, the male actor dragged the
newcomer into the room and closed the door and in no time the newcomer girl was
also stripped to her
undergarments. Now the man was hugged from the front by the newcomer girl clad i
n her bra and panty, and he was hugged from behind by the original girl wearing
only a panty. Both girls were pressing their ripe mangoes on the
male actor s body.
Me: Oooooooooooooooooo! O! My god!
When this blow hot scene was going on, the toilet door opened and Shilpa entered
the room. I saw her eyes were stuck to the screen as well. In fact, any woman f
rom 16-46 would have their nipples hardened seeing this sort of a scene. Shilpa
like me was no exception. But I had to react so that things looked normal and I
could not simply sit and watch this porn stuff with this teenager, though very h
onestly I wanted to see more.
Me: What s this? You were watching this sort of a movie?
Shilpa was in the apologetic mode right away.
Shilpa: Aunty, believe me, I did not know it was like this. My brother gave it t
o me and said to watch privately. Aunty, please do not tell my parents.
Me: Brother?!?
Shilpa: Actually he is my father s elder brother s son, he is in college now. Shilpa
was visibly nervous and came near and held my hands.
Me: Your parents are so very concerned about you and you are wasting time by wat
ching these filthy things!
I tried to act like a strict elder and Shilpa now virtually broke in my arms. Sh
e started weeping almost hugging me.
Again in my mind I appreciated her developing figure. She was leaning on to me a
nd my hands were touching her
taut boobs, and they were so tight over her dress that I was made to remember my
school days. I also had a good
attractive figure in Class XII, but of course I didn t have the sharpness of Shilp
a and overall she looks prettier
than me.
Me: Shilpa do not try to act innocent. You are not a little girl by any means.
I tried to shrug her off my body. She was still leaning a bit and wiped her wet
eyes. I noticed her young breasts
were protruding forward stretching her tight kurta fabric, as she breathed heavi
ly due to sobbing. I do not know
what went past my mind and suddenly I started behaving like a very strict teache
r who had as if caught a
misconduct of a pupil in class. Was I jealous of her very attractive developing

figure, or her prettier face than

mine, or her compromised situation before me? I really could not comprehend why,
but I started conducting myself
in the shoes of a mistress.
Me: Okay, enough. Stand properly.
I had paused the movie on the video player prior, as soon as I started conversin
g with Shilpa. She stood erect now and was not getting courage to look into my e
yes.
Me: Shilpa, tell me the truth and then I will not let your parents know anything
, but truth. I only saw a part of it, but you must have seen the whole movie?
Shilpa did not raise her eyes and nodded affirmatively. Me: Tell me the story.
Shilpa: Aunty err its mostly

I mean there is no...

She was stammering and I stepped in with a strong command.

Me: Whatever is the story just tell me.
Shilpa: Okay Aunty. Please don t get angry. I am telling. Actually there is a girl
who came for an outing at a sea
beach with her family. She has two more sisters and here they meet another group
and become friendly with them. The three sisters have an affair with the three
boys of that group. Even the parents were shown to have affairs. Aunty there is
nothing in the story.
Shilpa told the entire thing looking at the floor and I was getting an eccentric
feeling of supremacy over this sweet teenager girl.
Me: Which part did you like the best Shilpa?
Shilpa: Aunty I told you its very boring, only full of those scenes. I didn t like
the film at all. Me: Then why had you opened your pajama?
Shilpa: Aunty err I actually I told you I wanted to go to .
She was stammering and trying to voice a confident reply, but I did not give her
any chance to do that. Me: Am I to believe that each time you go to the bathroo
m, you remove the lower part of your dress? Shilpa kept her head down and stood
dumb.
Me: I want to know the truth.
Shilpa: Aunty actually, I mean, I was feeling very restless and hot seeing the s
cenes and so Me: How many times have you seen it?
Shilpa: This was the second time. I swear Aunty. Me: When did you watch it first
time?
She again kept dumb and was twitching her lips with her teeth. I was also feelin
g a circulatory boost within my blood vessels, as I was as if interrogating this
sexy chick.
Shilpa: Aunty, please don t tell mom. She would beat me to death. Me: I will not t
ill the time you reply me.
I tried to sound very strict.
Shilpa: Last evening, mom went shopping and dad was in the study and then I watc
hed it. Me: Did you get the same feeling like today?
Shilpa: Yes Aunty.
Me: You opened your pajama yesterday also?
I knew I was going a bit too far and asking too many private questions to this t
eenager, but I felt great thrill in cross-examining her. Shilpa s face turned visi

bly red at this question and his hands automatically crossed in front of her pus
sy. Shilpa nodded her head in negation.
Me: Tell the truth Shilpa.
Shilpa: Aunty I am telling the truth. Yesterday evening I was wearing a skirt, s
o Me: Okay, say that.
I realized she must have fingered and rubbed her pussy pulling up her skirt.
Me: Shilpa, do one thing. You just forward the movie to the portion, which you l
iked the most. Here is the remote.
I handed her the remote and she was obviously tentative about doing that, but I
portrayed a very strict
appearance and commanding mode such that it looked very real. She took the remot
e, but was still thinking.
Me: What happened?
Shilpa: Aunty the film is full of those scenes.
Me: But you enjoyed them, isn t it? I want to see which part you enjoyed the most.
Don t panic. I will not tell you anything. Just fast forward to that scene.
Though Shilpa was hesitant, but did not have the courage probably to drag the co
nversation further. She started
fast forwarding the video and stopped after a while and pressed on the play button
. The movie rolled on and both
of us were concentrating on the television screen. Shilpa stopped the movie at a
place where a girl was walking on
the sea beach with a boy. Both were teenagers. It was not the same actress, whom
I was watching when Shilpa was
in the toilet. She must be the sister of that girl, I presumed. She was walking
uncomfortably on the beach as her
miniskirt was rising time and again due to the wind and exposing her legs. She w
as trying to cover her properly
when the boy suggested her to sit on the beach. The girl liked the idea, but as
she sat on the sand, the stiff wind raised her skirt so much that her panty-cove
red ass was flashed on the screen.
I looked at Shilpa from the corner of my eye and she was already breathing heavi
er and her hand on her pelvic
area. I concentrated back on the TV screen. The girl could not even sit properly
that the boy jumped on her and
started pulling up her dress from everywhere. It looked so odd and it was clearl
y meant for male audience pleasure I understood, as time and again the girl s skir
t was pulled up to her waist by the boy exposing her white panty.
Though the girl was trying to keep her skirt down, the effort was not enough. Wi
thin moments the girl s top flew in the wind on the beach and her upper part was o
nly clad in a white brassiere. Though she appeared like a teenager, I noted she
had full boobs and they were abundantly groped and massaged by the boy on the op
en beach. The boy was now kissing the girl and also cupping her ripe mangoes ove
r her bra.
I again took my eyes off the television screen to look at Shilpa only to find th
at both of us were watching the
movie with our hands on our respective pussies. There was no difference in our a
pproach - myself being married or
Shilpa being a virgin. The fire in me was still there because of what Shilpa s fat
her did to me some minutes prior

and seeing all these hot activities, I again started feeling the tightness withi
n my blouse and the itching in my
vagina.
The scene continued and I noticed Shilpa s eyes wide open and glued to the screen.
And why not? Even if I had the
opportunity to watch this sort of pron at my teenage, I would get the same thril
l. The boy was off of his jeans and
T-shirt and was down to his shorts and the actress was almost naked except for h
er white inner wears. The boy
was already in the fucking position with the girl below him and gyrating his hip
s very provocatively on her pelvis and
squeezing her ample boobs with both hands. The camera was sometimes zooming on t
he girl s face, boobs, and
within the gap of her legs being parted below the boy s legs and she was uttering
all kinds of sexual sounds.
Me: Decrease the sound.
Shilpa immediately controlled the volume so that sound did not go outside the ro
om and she was so engrossed
watching this hot sequence that she did not even bother to look at me. In no tim
e the television screen became a
sexual ground with the girl was stripped completely naked and the boy also threw
off his shorts and took out his
lund. Seeing a male penis made me very excited again and the boy was all ready t
o penetrate her on the open beach.
I wondered where it was shot. The beach though looked empty, the girl and the bo
y were now absolutely naked. I
was really not ware that our desi actors and actresses have become so bold and h
ot scenes like these are shot in
the open! The camera was showing the girls pussy in close up, but I was dying to
see the actor s penis, but that was
rarely shown. Strangely the fucking scene did not continue for long and abruptly
the next scene showed two girls
on bed chatting.
Shilpa: Aunty, the scene is over. Me: I can see that.
I was a bit dejected for the short longevity of the fucking session, but there w
as more waiting for me. The two
girls chatting readily turned into a long and erotic lesbian scene and honestly
for the first time in my life I was
seeing lesbianism and that too with desi girls like us! Both girls were wearing
nighty, but of course very sexy types exposing a lot of flesh. They came closer
and started kissing each other and each one was squeezing each other s
boobs simultaneously making things look extremely obscene. The kissing was so sl
ow and teasing, each girl licking
and sucking the other girls lips, I was slowly getting wet within my panty now. A
girl kissing a girl - I had never
seen this and I could realize my heart was beating faster and seeing this after
the initial fucking scene on the
beach, unknowingly both my hands went to my heavy bosom and started tracing and
twisting my nipples over my sari and blouse. I could even hear my own heart beat
!
I looked at Shilpa and she was no different. She also was breathing deeply and h
er boobs were now looking even
sexier in her tight kurta going up and down. I turned to the movie again. The tw
o girls were crossing all limits now.
They had opened their nighties and were clad only in their panties now. They bot
h had good-sized boobs and were
looking extremely appealing in topless condition on bed. Their naked and freely

hanging boobs were swaying and

jerking at every movement and each girl in turn were pinching each others nipples
. Things looked really hot and wild
when they started licking each other s bare boobs and squeezed each other s buttocks
over their panties.
Right at that moment, a very weird idea struck me. Though for a moment I thought
I should not proceed with it, but considering the compromising position Shilpa
was in, I thought to go ahead with it. Honestly, I wanted to
experience this new approach of excitement I was seeing on screen. The girls dis
played heights of shamelessness when they pulled each other s panties down and sta
rted licking each other s pussies. I must admit I was getting excited by the momen
t seeing this desi lesbianism. I made up my mind.
Me: Shilpa.
I tried to speak in a strong cold voice, but my sexual thrill inside made my voi
ce tremble. Shilpa was also not
prepared for a word from me right at the middle of this blow hot scene. So she w
as a bit startled and looked up at me questionably.
Me: Come here.
Shilpa came forward and stood exactly in front of me.
Me: I have decided that I will divulge to your parents about your watching these
dirty materials. It s the question of your studies, I cannot compro .
Shilpa: Aunty, please. What happened? Did I do anything wrong now? Please do not
do such a thing. My mom will kill
me. Aunty please.
Me: No, no. I cannot let you go.
Shilpa almost was begging me for a let off now. She held both my hands and was p
leading me.
Shilpa: Aunty, please. Mom will make my life hell if she comes to know about thi
s. I will do anything for you Aunty. Please Aunty don t tell
Me: Okay, okay. I can let you go on one condition.
Shilpa: I will do it, but please aunty, don t tell mom.
Me: Shilpa I want you to enact the scene here that s going on in the movie. Shilpa
looked very puzzled. She was looking blank almost.
Shilpa: W-h-a-t?
I looked at her eyes and tried to look as firm as possible. Me: You do what you
see on TV.
Shilpa: Aunty, I did not get you fully. You mean
Me: Yes Shilpa. If you are so interested in watching these, I feel you must be e
qually interested in doing so. Right?
Shilpa looked with a very surprised face at me. She could not expect this sort o
f an approach from me I could
realize very well. But for me the itching of my pussy is more important now than
what this teenager thinks about
me.
Shilpa: Aunty you mean I will do what the girls are doing in the movie? Me: Yes

and hurry up. Otherwise

I did not have to complete my sentence as Shilpa agreed readily now. Shilpa: Oka
y Aunty. I will do it. Will do it.
She was in a mixture of excitement, panic, and anxiousness regarding the whole s
ubject. Me: Get the video at the beginning of this scene.
Now I started to act quickly. I got up on the bed and indicated her to follow me
. She started rewinding the video
to the end of the beach fucking scene and paused there. She then followed suit a
nd got up on the bed. The bed was a double bed and large sized. As she crawled o
n her knees on the bed to come near me, I saw her kurta s neckline hung low exposi
ng her tight biggies.
Me: You have a nice figure.
Shilpa could not even speak anything now. Her face was clearly saying that she w
as so very apprehensive at my approach. She just nodded.
I tried to guess her bra size, should be 30. I know pretty soon once she goes to
college and with the introduction
of a boyfriend, her boobs would certainly grow to larger size.
Me: Turn on the video in slow motion and you do exactly what you see on screen.
Okay Shilpa? Shilpa: Okay Aunty.
Shilpa was still evidently hesitant and I had to take the command of the situati
on. The video started in slow motion
and the two girls were again seen lying in bed chatting among them. I pulled Shi
lpa close to my body with somewhat
trembling hands. My heart was thumping, as I was about to get into my first lesb
ian experience. Never ever in my
life did I think of this, but today due to the situational urge I dragged myself
into it. I was not only feeling quite
nervous now, but also a bit shaky though Shilpa had lowered her eyes as I touche
d her. Her pretty face was turning
red and her palms were cold, I guess out of anxiousness. The sexual heat and dri
ve within me took my mind s
control and I in turn took Shilpa in my control.
In the movie, the girls were now close enough and started embracing each other.
I hugged Shilpa and felt her
young perky boobs almost bounced off my matured heavy bosom. She was very hesita
nt to hold me and I forced her to hold my blouse covered back and we started fee
ling each other s bodies.
Shilpa: Aunty I am feeling very uncomfortable.
She almost whispered in my ears. I hugged her more close to my body and assured
her.
Me: If you did not feel uncomfortable watching it, why are you feeling ashamed n
ow? Just watch the movie and not think of anything else.
Saying that I brushed my cheeks on hers. Her skin was extremely smooth, the frag
rance of youth advertised on
every part of her body. The girls on the movie had already started kissing now,
but I did not have the courage
somehow to kiss this teenager girl. Instead I cupped her tight breasts and tried
to ignite her. Her boobs were not
very large, but they were full and very firm and Shilpa was blushing heavily as
I traced my finger on her nipples
over her kurta and bra.

Me: Shilpa your skin is soooooo smoooooooooth!

Shilpa smiled and blushed again. I now took one hand off her conical breast and
held her hand and put it
straightway on my blouse covered mammaries. She readily started feeling my full
breasts over my blouse and then gently started squeezing them. The action on the
television screen made our activities more vivid and courageous. As the girls i
n the movie hugged, kissed, and almost stripped to nakedness, I was also growing
hornier. I dropped my pallu on the bed and even pulled a part of my sari and pe
tticoat above my legs till my knees. Simultaneously I made sure that Shilpa s kurt
a was also over her tight breasts exposing her bra.
Me: Shilpa, now open my hooks.
I whispered in her ears and pulled up her kurta almost to her head exposing her
upper part. Shilpa almost shivered at this action as she was shamelessly exposed
now.
Shilpa: Aunty please, don t do it.
I had no time to listen to her words and wanted the same sexual firepower to exp
lode her too. I dragged her closer and entered my left hand straight within her
bra cup and caught her young firm breast within my palm. The feeling of touch on
her naked boobs made Shilpa go wild with excitement and my trick worked perfect
ly on her. She was almost hissing in ecstasy and sexual excitement. Her boob siz
e and vibrant flesh did remind me of my school days again. Little did I knew the
n that I was unknowingly preparing her for Guru-ji, an incident I would never fo
rget in my life, as that s the only time I saw a LIVE virginity loss session in fr
ont of my eyes.
I could well understand that my direct touching and cupping of her naked boobs o
ver her bra had made her almost mad with excitement and to add oil to the fire I
deliberately twisted her nipples quite hard to turn her on quickly. Shilpa by t
hat time had unbuttoned my blouse fully and I also made her half exposed like me
by pulling off her
kurta over her head. Now we both were in our bra along with our remaining clothe
s and fiercely hugging each other. I had driven Shilpa go wild with excitement a
nd she was delivering me the tightest hugs and squeezes at my
intimate body parts. Now to make things more exciting, I simply pulled off her p
ajama knot at one go and brought my heavy body on hers and made her lie down on
the bed below me.
Shilpa: Ouch!
Shilpa gasped as I did that. Our bra covered breasts were resisting and bouncing
against each other and now
myself on top of her in a very advantageous position, I caught hold of her bra a
nd pulled it up and exposed her very
firm tits completely for the first time. I touched and felt them and honestly th
ey were so smooth, so soft yet so
firm that I was somewhat envious. I very well knew the teenage psychology and Sh
ilpa also as if to reciprocate my
action, she hugged me tight with her both hands from her lying position and in n
o time unclasped my bra hook on my
back. Unlike my husband who has opened my bra hook the maximum number of times a
nd to tell you the truth, he
still fumbles, Shilpa unclasped it in one smooth go and now we were both topless
in each other s arms.
There was practically no need to look at the TV screen now as we both were thoro
ughly charged. Frankly I was also enjoying and getting excited by Shilpa s touches

and hugs though not exactly as it would have been has Shilpa been a male, but s
till it was a new thrill, which felt extremely good. Since I was still on top of
her, Shilpa was fondling, pressing, and gripping my boobs from her lying positi
on making me wild with excitement. I was already pretty wet within my panty and
I naturally wanted something to be done there.
Me: Shilpa, my dear, now deliver something more.
Shilpa: What do you want aunty?
Me: Open my panty and
I did not have to complete the sentence as Shilpa smiled and blushed at the same
time and gave the nod. I pulled myself from her body and lied on the bed and sh
e instantly got up and went towards my legs. Her naked boobs
sprung and moved very alluringly as there was no bra to hold them. She threw a p
illow at me to rest my head and pulled up my sari and petticoat a bit and insert
ed her hands within and went up towards my waist. A tremor passed my spine as sh
e touched my panty and kept her palm directly on my pussy. I lifted my heavy gaa
nd a bit and
wriggled in that position so that Shilpa could pull my panty down easily.
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!
I exclaimed as she slowly pulled my panty down till my mid thighs. Now she took
her right back to my pelvic area
and rested it on my hairy choot. She was feeling my pubic hairs and teasingly pu
lling some of them with her fingers.
Shilpa: Aunty you seem to have a jungle there.
We both laughed at her words and she started massaging my pussy from the outside
. Me: Aaaaaaaaah! What a relief!
I again exclaimed and was feeling on top of the world. This is one exercise my h
usband also would like to do most
obediently, i.e. massaging my choot with his palm, rubbing my thick pubic hairs,
tracing a finger down my pussy hole
to almost my ass hole and then fingering my hole. But his problem is he wants to
do this making my lower half
completely naked, but the way Shilpa was doing it I was feeling more comfortable
as my sari was still tucked at my
waist. Generally with my husband on bed, I wear a nighty mostly, though at the i
nitial stage of my marriage on some
weekends he forced me to wear skirts on bed and enjoyed my shameless upskirt vie
ws. But whatever I wore, skirts
or nighties, he liked to do this massaging making me completely naked, which I d
id not appreciate at all, as most times he was still wearing his vest and pajama
or shorts and I felt rather uncomfortable lying like that and my husband sittin
g down my legs.
Shilpa continued my choot massage and fingering for quite some time and I was ru
bbing my firm naked mammaries on my own with my two hands and enjoyed the whole
process thoroughly. I turned to the TV screen once to find that the lesbian scen
e was over, but another sequence was going on where a lady, must be above 35, wa
s wiping the floor and giving a man huge cleavage views. I concentrated back on
bed with Shilpa.
Me: Stop now and come to me.
Shilpa pulled out her hand from below my sari and crawled towards my face. Her b
oobs were hanging like two apples and swinging vigorously as she moved. Any male
would have voluntary masturbation seeing that scene I thought. At the next mome

nt I thought seeing me lying on bed in topless condition would not also be far b
ehind in terms of
voluntary masturbation. I smiled within me reading my own thoughts.
Me: Do you want the same pleasure?
Shilpa: No, no aunty. I am okay.
I pulled her towards me and he fell on my body and I touched her cheeks with my
lips and finally was able to kiss
her very tender lips. It was not a long one as we both were uncomfortable as we
both were kissing a similar
gender s lips for the first time in our lives. Shilpa was almost panting after the
kiss and looked visibly nervous
again. I coaxed her and tried to wipe out the guilt from her mind. At the same t
ime I was on the verge of a
discharge after my first lesbian experience and I was pretty much satisfied. Tho
ugh I was not fucked on both
occasions, first by Shilpa s disabled father and now this lesbo thing, still I was
not feeling frustrated.
Me: Who will go to the toilet first?
Shilpa: Aunty if you don t mind I would like to go first.
I smiled and nodded. Shilpa got out of the bed and walked topless to the toilet
and admittedly she was looking
gorgeous. She picked up her bra and kurta off the bed and a fresh panty from the
wardrobe for understandable reasons and disappeared behind the toilet door. I w
as feeling a bit tired now having two orgasms in quick
succession. My semi dry panty was again wet almost fully with my vaginal dischar
ge and I was still discharging in slow jet. I just closed my eyes and rested for
a while on Shilpa s bed.
Shilpa: Aunty, you can go now.
Shilpa looked fresh and I noticed she had changed her hairstyle and was looking
prettier. I was still lying on the bed with my milk jugs gaping openly towards t
he roof and being in the semi-nude condition, my nipples remained taut. I got ou
t of the bed covering my upper treasures with my sari and picked up my blouse an
d bra and was about to go to the toilet when Shilpa interrupted me.
Shilpa: Aunty the toilet floor is fully wet as I have splashed water there. It w
ill be better if you leave your sari
here.
Me: Right you are.
I whiffed off my sari to the floor and was standing now in my petticoat only and
my freely hanging uncovered
mammaries jiggling with every movement. I noticed Shilpa was staring at my naked
boobs in an appreciative manner and I started feeling somewhat proud in my mind
for my figure. Shilpa s admiring looks actually made me more
inclined about displaying my full figure to her.
Me: It will be better to leave my petticoat also here.
Shilpa: As you please Aunty.
We both laughed a little. I untied my petticoat knot and it slid off my waist br

ushing my thighs to the floor. I was now standing in front of this teenager wear
ing only a panty. Shilpa did not pronounce anything, but I could gather the Wow! f
rom her looks at my naked heavy figure.
Shilpa: Aunty, your panty is spoiled. It s fully wet.
I blushed a little hearing this though from a female. I bent a little to note it
and found a circular wet mark on the front of my panty.
Me: I have to take it off. No other way.
Saying that I went to the toilet and closed the door though in fact there was no
need as I was so shamelessly
displaying my assets. I cleaned myself getting out of my last clothing and was f
eeling much fresh. I took my time and dried myself with the towel and got out of
the toilet just casually wrapping the towel to my waist.
Me: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
That was what which went out of my mouth as soon as I stepped out of the toilet.
I never ever in my wildest
dreams expected that there could be someone else present in the room aside for S
hilpa. And so I was very relaxed and did not bother to cover my mammaries at all
and my towel wrapping on my waist was also very, very
inappropriate. In fact, my big ass cheeks were partly exposed as I draped just t
o cover my hairy pussy. As I
stepped out of the wet floor of the toilet with my panty in my hand, what do I s
ee?
No Shilpa in the room, and a middle aged man standing with a bucket, whom I was
seeing for the first time, looked
like a servant of the house, standing in front of me! I was so dumbstruck by the
situation that I made a complete
mess of the whole situation. My first instant reaction getting out of the toilet
in an almost naked condition was to
cover my big swaying breasts. I tried to do that with both hands struggling to c
over my whole proud flesh,
ultimately covering only the central portion of my mammaries, i.e. my areolas an
d nipples, with my palms. This very
action made my towel instantly drop from my waist to the floor, as it was not ti
ed and my hairy choot was clearly
displayed in front of the servant who was also absolutely astonished seeing me i
n such a horribly exposed condition.
Servant: Madam, any problem?
I was in no position to answer his question and never ever in my life I was in s
uch a clumsy position. Now came the
worst part. I instantaneously bent down in an entirely naked posture to pick up
the towel before that person, who
was standing right in front of me. When I was half the way up from my bent posit
ion picking up the towel and
trying to cover my open pussy again, in a hurry my panty, which I was holding in
my right hand, slipped from my
fingers. I should have simply ignored that because by that time that guy had see
n my body entirely nude and that
too in the bright illumination of the room. The light was so adequate that he co
uld probably visually segregate even
my pussy hairs!
After picking up the towel from the floor, I held it in a bunched up fashion in

front of my pussy as a cover for it, but as I saw my panty slipping off my finge
rs, my reflexes prompted me to catch that while it was still in the air and in t
rying to do that I made an absolute muddle of everything. Though all these were
happening within the wink of an eye, but to me it seemed to be never ending.
The awareness of my naked condition in the presence of a completely unknown man
made me so panicky and tensed,
I tried to do things in great haste and jumbled up everything. As I tried to cat
ch my panty before it could touch
the ground from a half stood up position, I lost my balance and my outstretched
fingers in trying to grab it, hit the
panty further away from me to the legs that guy standing with the bucket. I was
significantly unbalanced, more so
due to my heavily built lower half, and was down onto my knees on the floor. Nat
urally my left hand drifted off my pussy and so was the towel cover, and again m
y pussy was fully disclosed to the eyes of this lower class man along with my bu
bbling boobs.
I did not know what to do and before I could get up and ran into the toilet for
a cover, that man who was till then standing with a bucket and gaping at me came
forward for my help. For the first time I concentrated for a split second on hi
m - he was a middle-aged man, very repulsive looking, dark complexioned but well
built, wearing a blue shirt and a dhoti and probably had come to clean the toil
et.
Servant: Madam, careful, careful.
He moved in quickly and caught me by my naked shoulder. For a split second my po
sition was awesome in that room I was unbalanced and standing on my knees on the floor, not a thread on my body,
my jiggling vivacious boobs were hanging like two ripe pomegranates and my pink
ish red nipples fully erect on them as if inviting that male, and he bent forwar
d supporting me holding me by my shoulder!
I straightaway jerked his hand off my shoulder and covered my hanging boobs with
the towel and stood up. I did
not waste a second s time even and ran into the bathroom, which were three to four
steps away and I had no other
option but to display my huge naked gaand in full proportion to this man till I
closed the door. I closed the door and
was so, so relieved. I was significantly panting, as I was feeling so ashamed an
d tensed. I took some time to recover
and very soon I realized that I was only behind closed doors, but had simply not
hing to wear! I had only the small
towel and my wet panty to be dressed with. I tried to make out leaning to the cl
osed toilet door if I could hear
Shilpa outside, but there was no noise. Some moments passed and suddenly the ser
vant spoke out almost shaking
me.
Servant: Madam, I will clean the toilet, please dress up quickly. I have other t
hings to do also. Me: Wait, wait.
I was now slowly sweating a bit as I found myself in a tight spot regarding what
to do. I looked around in the toilet to look for any used clothes of Shilpa. I
did not find any dress hanging on the wall hooks, but as I explored further I fo
und some dress material dumped in a bucket. I jumped into it and ran though it o
nly to find a couple of colored brassieres and panties along with a pleated skir
t and a crushed top. I was still standing stark naked within the
toilet and as there was no other option I decided to wear whatever was available
.
Servant: How long will I stand Madam?
The man was nagging me now and was getting over my nerves. I replied him with a
stern voice. Me: Either wait or call Shilpa once.

Servant: Madam, Shilpa didi has gone upstairs for some work of Seth-ji.
I could well understand that I was almost in a catch 22 situation. I could not g
et out of the toilet naked before a male and simultaneously if I ask this servan
t to call Mr. Yadav, he would certainly not leave me without enjoying me again w
hen he would find me in this compromising state. The other option was to call Mr
s. Yadav who would have saved me, but again she was busy in the yagya. Then I th
ought if I ask this man to pass me over my sari and blouse, but realized that co
uld invite more trouble as he would knew that I have nothing to wear. So I dropp
ed all ideas of calling this man and concentrated about how to wear whatever was
available.
First thing I did was to wear my own panty, which was available with me though s
emi wet, but I really had no other
alternatives. I bent a little and pulled up my right leg into the cut out hole o
f the panty and dragged it up till my
knees and then pulled up my left leg and inserted it into the other hole and dre
w it up my smooth thighs to my
plump buttocks. I took both my hands to my back and stretched the fabric of the
panty on my wide curvy ass
cheeks and tried to cover them decently and then wriggled a bit to ensure the wh
ole of my long ass crack was properly covered by my panty.
Secondly, I picked up the couple of bra and could easily see that they were of s
ame size and were of course of
Shilpa. The cups were much smaller compared to what I wear, but there was nothin
g else I inserted my arms into the straps of the bra and tried to cover my mamma
ries. I knew it was not possible, but at least now my large
roundish areolas were covered along with my perky nipples. I was no longer looki
ng vulgarly indecent. The bra hook remained open at my back.
Thirdly, I kept aside the other bra and picked up the skirt. It was a nice pleat
ed skirt and fortunately not very
short and as I wore it, it covered me pretty decently till my knees. But the pro
blem was elsewhere as the waist
circumference was much smaller for me and I could not button it. Shilpa s waist mu
st be 28 or 30 and mine was 34 at least and with my bulging fleshy ass, the skir
t fitted rather tight at my buttock area. I ignored it, as I knew once I get out
of here, the first thing I would do is to put on my sari.
The remaining thing to be done was to cover my breast area decently. I lifted up
the crushed top from the bucket
and tried to smoothen it. Shilpa s top was not getting smoothened at all as probab
ly it was there in a crushed form
for a long time. Then when I tried to insert my arms into the sleeves, I realize
d it was too short and too tight for a
full-grown woman like me. I was a misfit from all angles for that modern short t
op. I dropped it into the bucket
again and instead took the towel and stretched it in a way so that my full round
globes remain covered tolerably.
Servant: Madam, any problem? Are you okay? Shall I call Seth-ji?
Me: No, no. No need to call anyone. I am coming out.
I was thinking whether I should tell him or not, but decided to tell him. Me: Ca
n you do one thing? Lock the door once.
Servant: Why Madam?
Me: Actually, I mean.. err I do not have my sari in the bathroom, so Servant: Yes,
yes Madam. I can see your sari on the bed.

Me: Right. Close the door and let me know.

Servant: But Madam, the rest of the things must be belonging to you also, as I k
now very well these are not Shilpa didi s clothes.
I was thinking what to reply to this odd question by this man. He must have noti
ced my sari bunched up with my used blouse, petticoat and bra, as they were kept
at same place on the bed.
Servant: Madam all your clothes seem to be here only. What have you taken then i
n the bathroom? Me: Actually I forgot to take them, but
I could not even complete my words than he intervened. He seemed to be a very ta
lkative person and I was not at all amused by his words. It not only made irrita
ted, but also was taking me to the height of embarrassment!
Servant: Oho! Now I realize that s why you were not wearing anything when I saw yo
u. But still Madam, you should be careful. Always lock the door of the room. No
one will know that you are err bilkul nangi .
He paused just a little and then started again.
Servant: But Madam let me tell you Wait one second, let me come close to the door
.
There was silence for a moment and then I heard his voice as if just beside my s
houlder. I realized he was glued to the toilet door and was also talking in a lo
w husky voice.
Servant: Madam, I am telling you a secret. If my Seth-ji had seen you as what I
saw, he would not let you go easily. He does not have a good character. He might
be disabled, but very cunning. Madam, please be careful.
He halted briefly.
Servant: Even Shilpa didi wears very little clothes in her room, but still not l
ike you Madam. Aap to bilkul nangi nikli bathroom se!
I had no words to reply and stood at the other side of the door with my lips hal
f open to say something, but I could not verbalize anything in shame.
Servant: Madam, you still tried to cover yourself seeing me, but Shilpa didi doe
s not even care to cover her in front of me! The girl is spoilt already. What mo
re I can say being the servant of the house.
I gathered some courage and feebly expressed a couple of words. But how long wil
l I continue like this standing within the toilet I wondered.
Me: I see.
Servant: I am telling you Madam, but don t tell anybody. Countless number of times
I have seen Shilpa didi lying on bed not wearing a dress.
Me: What?
Servant: I mean she was not wearing a salwar or a nighty, but she wore only a br
assiere and a skirt Madam. I wipe the floor and she remains on bed in that fashi
on. On same days, when I clean the toilet, she comes up to give me instructions.
You know wearing what Madam?
He paused and probably meant I should ask him. I was getting some encouragement
hearing Shilpa s stories, which was surely only out of my womanly virtues, otherwi
se in this state it was rather impossible to concentrate on
anything else, but to save my dignity.
Me: What?
Servant: Madam, didi had on her body a short top and just a chaddi like thing, w
hat the girls in the city wear below their skirt. Time and again I forget the na
me. Madam you were also holding it in your hand. What is its name? I cannot reme

mber it at all.
Me: I can understand. You don t have to name it.
Servant: No, no Madam. Tell me once. I forget its name particularly. Actually on
e day my wife also told me that she
wants to wear this below her ghagra, but I objected. These are all city styles.
Madam? It starts with P , isn t it?
Pa pa ?
I had to tell him and stop this pa pa It was so annoyingly embarrassing.
Me: Panty.
Servant: Yes, yes Madam. Panty. I cannot remember its name I do not know why.
I was thinking that now I should ask him again to close the door so that I can g
et out of the toilet comfortably, but he was talking nonstop.
Servant: But Madam, it is such a small piece of dress that I wonder why you peop
le at all wear it? You know Madam my Sethani-ji also wears it. When she gives it
for a wash, I cannot stop laughing.
Me: Why?
I was slowly starting to take pleasures out of this narration and almost out of
reflex action asked why , which the next moment I realized could have been avoided
as the reply was very obvious.
Servant: You must have seen my Sethani-ji Madam. What a gaand she has! What woul
d this little thing cover Madam? You tell me - na gaand, na choot!
I was shocked to hear such slang terms so directly and casually spoken to me and
stood behind closed door
speechless. I tried to console my mind by thinking he being a lower class man he
must be used to talk such slang. I tried to ignore it, though honestly hearing
those words from a male mouth made me feel tight and unknowingly my fingers reac
hed skirt and rested over my choot !
But when I thought of the reality, I was feeling rather ashamed and irritated th
at I was tolerating such language from an unknown man, that too a low class pers
on, the servant of the house. In our residence when I came after my marriage, th
ere are fortunately no male servants, but before my marriage in my father s house
there was one, but never ever did I hear such direct things from him in colloqui
al chats. Though his language was okay, but his attitude was not. I distinctly r
emember he trying to grope my body when he used to bring me from my school in th
e handpulled rickshaw. I was not a small girl then, I was in Class IX or X, and
could very well sense what he was up to, but could never gather the courage to p
rotest as he was there in our house for a long time.
The servant class is like that only I thought and tried to ignore this man s vulga
r words, as I used to ignore my parental servant s groping when I was a teenager.
Now I had to come out, but as I looked down upon me I was looking disgracefully
sexy in this combination of towel and skirt and if any member of the house sees
me in this state would certainly think very wrongly against me. So I again decid
ed to ask him to close the door.
Me: Have you closed the door?
Servant: No Madam. I will close it right now.
I heard the noise of the room door closing and felt somewhat relieved.
Servant: Madam I have closed the door, but how would you come out? All your clot

hes are on the bed! Me: That s none of your concern.

Servant: Madam, will you come out in the same manner as you came out earlier? I
must thank God. Me: What rubbish! What do you mean?
I lost my patience at this nonsense question and opened the latch of the toilet
door and came out. I for the first time looked with proper concentration to this
man. He was wearing a blue shirt and a white dhoti, dark
complexioned but well built, ageing nearing 40. He had the same servant-cutting
looks in his face. I noticed the man s eyes as if lit up and he was not looking at
my face but staring directly at my sexily clad matured figure. The look was so
hungry and shameless that I had to lower my eyelids in uneasiness. The skirt was
rather tight on my fleshy thighs and I could not walk properly, moreover I was
holding with my left hand to the skirt at my waist, as the button could not be c
losed due to my wide waistline.
Servant: Ya Maila! Madam you are looking like Mamta Kulkarni.
I ignored his words and walked towards the bed where my sari was resting. I was
aware that my back was fully naked and the loose bra strap was hanging there and
so I tried to walk avoiding to display my back towards this man. But the whole
scene changed for me into a hell within the blink of an eye.
Servant: Where are you going Rani?
The man jumped in front of me hindering my way towards the bed. I was so taken b
y surprise at his approach that my skirt almost slipped from my left hand and I
lowered my eyes for a moment to gather it properly and the
bastard took that advantage and simply snatched the towel off my breasts making
my boobs exposed again, though this time being partly covered in Shilpa s bra.
Me: What s this nonsense? Give me the towel. I will shout. Servant: You want to sh
out Rani? Okay. Okay.
As he spoke, in an unanticipated manner he gripped and twisted my left wrist in
a one smooth action and my skirt slipped from my fingers and dropped down near m
y feet on the floor.
Servant: Now shout. I want to see how much you can shout my Rani. Shout.
I was simply thunderstruck at these couple of events, which happened in not more
than 30 seconds and stood there speechless before this man. I was standing as i
f wearing a bikini, if I can term that because Shilpa s bra was so
small that it was exhibiting the shape and size of my two matured breasts fully
except for covering my areolas and the nipples. I tried to cover my dignity with
my arms.
Servant: What happened Madam? Shout. Let everybody come and see you and know wha
t you have to offer.
I immediately felt a cold shiver running down my spine. I realized I was in a tr
ap. I could not attract people here, as I am standing in a very compromising pos
ture almost stripped to nakedness. I could think anymore and was
totally blank and did not know what to do or how to come out of this situation.
I stood there in front of this
servant of Mr. Yadav s house clad very sexily in an unfastened bra and a semi-wet
panty with my arms diagonally kept to cover my bulging globes.
Servant: Shout? What happened? Saali randi.
I almost had tears in my eyes hearing this slang from the mouth of this servant
and virtually died of dishonor. Never in my life did someone refer me by that te
rm. I was feeling so helpless being humiliated like this in the hands of a low c
lass man.

Servant: Do as I say. Otherwise I will shout and draw everyone out here. Do you
understand?
His voice was very commanding and rough. I did not dare to speak and contradict
him, but I thought of begging my dignity from him.
Me: Please leave me. Don t treat me like this. I am also the wife of someone.
Servant: Then roam naked in front of your husband. Why here?
Me: Believe me, I did not know that you were here in the room.
Servant: Shut up! Guru-ji keeps this sort of high-class randi with him?
I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth hearing this. I could not take it anymore
. Tears burst out of my eyes draining off my cheekbones. I was praying to God to
save me now seeing no other way.
Servant: Don t act and waste my time. Panty utar aur choot darshan kara sali. Me:
Please bhaiya. I am not that type woman. Please have mercy on me.
Servant: Address your husband by bhaiya . Open it.
Saying that he moved ahead one step and I was so frightened that I meekly surren
dered to his command. Me: Okay, okay. I am
I hesitatingly removed my folded hands off my almost naked mammaries and I could
very well realize that he
wanted to see me nude again, which he saw me when I came out of the toilet and r
ealizing that it was a hopeless situation for me I had to gratify him. Tears wer
e rolling down my cheeks and I took my both hands to the
waistband of my panty and started dragging it down. I was looking at the floor i
n shame and that bastard was
standing with his hand on his lund within his dhoti. I wondered in my mind that
in the last 3-4 days, rather till such time I had come to the ashram, the innume
rable times I had to pull down my panty for different reasons! At the same time,
I was trying to speculate the inevitable. Because surely next thing this man wo
uld force me to go to bed and would surely try to fuck me. What should I do? Sha
ll I shout? But when Mr. Yadav, Mrs. Yadav and even Guru-ji would see me naked w
ith this servant, what impression they would have of me?
Servant: What a choot Rani!
I was going through this dilemma and was unable to decide what to do to come out
of this predicament when a
sudden jolt and thrust followed by a tight hug almost flew me onto the bed. Befo
re I could comprehend fully, I felt
the body weight of this man on my body and my body was sandwiched between him an
d the cozy mattress of the
bed.
Me: You bastard! Leave me right...
I could not utter any more words as he had put a dirty handkerchief in my mouth
between my open lips. The
pungent odor of his body was making me feel nauseous and the handkerchief almost
choked me. My eyes were wide open and my body struggling under his very strong
body. With his right hand he inserted the handkerchief so much deep in my mouth
that I could hardly generate any sound from my vocal cord. Now he took off his r
ight hand off my mouth and with both hands controlled my fighting arms and lifte
d his body and sat right on my naked belly area and had total control on me. I w
as throwing my naked legs in the air in vain and realized that was of no use. I
was also moving my head furiously and trying to stick my tongue out to get the h
anky out of my mouth, but the bastard had placed it so deep and securely that so
on I realized I was struggling for no good reason.

Servant: Now Rani, what will you do?

I just avoided eye contact to this bastard from my lying position and he was sim
ply on top of me and there was not
a thread on my body as he had thrown off my brassiere too to the corner of the r
oom. I could not still believe that
I was molested to the ultimate by this servant class person. He now started feel
ing and touching my private parts
taking hold of my both struggling arms in one hand and it at once gave me memori
es of the days when I was groped
by this sort of a low class person in my teenage days. The feeling was almost th
e same in my mind and it was the
sense of abhorrence and revulsion. Previously also, and today even, this servant
class people took advantage of my
sheer helpless condition.
The man became very excited touching my ample naked flesh unhindered, but since
his one hand was blocked
controlling my hands, he could not exactly pivot himself to fondle and fuck me.
I was also trying to kick his back
with my heavy thighs. Most of his time was wasted in controlling and holding my
struggling hands and at last placed himself comfortably to squeeze my ripe mango
es one at a time and twisted my taut nipples very hard. Then he
suddenly bent on my chest and started sucking and biting my nipples.
Me: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm .
I could not utter any more sound as my mouth was blocked by his hanky, but the f
eeling was obviously very
(s)exciting like any woman would feel when a male (known or unknown) sucks her n
ipples. My legs automatically got parted and I was wriggling shamelessly on bed
under his body. His full body weight was on my body and his erect lund was now p
iercing his dhoti and knocking hard on my open choot. His foul body odour was su
ffocating me and as I realized that he was almost of the verge of raping me now,
I was intensely praying to God with tears rolling down my cheeks to send a rele
aser.
Knock! Knock!
As if God heard my call. I was so happy! Immediately the man was very alert and
almost got down from my curvy figure and looked with a pale face at the door.
Knock! Knock!
Shilpa: Aunty. Aunty.
Servant: Madam, if you tell anything against me I will expose you in front of ev
eryone. Mind you.
I indicated him through my eyes to take the handkerchief out of my mouth. He imm
ediately released the hanky and it seemed to me that I breathed normally after a
n age as if.
Slap!
That was the first thing I did. It was the culmination of my anger and the feeli
ng of abhorrence to this dirty low
class man. He simply digested my slap on his cheek and clenched his teeth. I ign
ored that and quickly draped my

sari that was on the bed on my naked body. It seemed as if I was being naked for
ages and felt so soothing in the
cover of the sari!
Servant: Madam, you go to the toilet and I will say that you have gone to latrin
e and will pretend to clean the room. Me: Say whatever you like. Now just turn b
ack you rascal.
The man was looking so frustrated that he could not screw me and his jaws were h
anging down. I wasted not a second and again put on my panty and wore my bra.
Knock! Knock!
I pushed the man towards the door for a reply and quickly took my sari, blouse a
nd petticoat and ran into the
toilet.
Servant: Shilpa didi, one second, let me open the door.
The man opened the door and Shilpa did not inquire much, especially why the door
was locked, and after some
moments I also came out of the bathroom and found that Shilpa was alone in the r
oom and there was no trace of that filthy person.
Shilpa: Aunty, how long will mom take to finish?
Me: I am not sure. Must be in the last stages. Soon you will be called.
She had brought some magazines, which she handed over to me and she switched on
the TV and started watching a
film channel where movie songs were being played. I simply was unable to concent
rate on the magazines and time
and again my experience with their servant was coming to my mind. I never though
t that coming with Guru-ji to
help him out in Mr. Yadav s house would turn out to be such a horrifying and disho
noring experience for me. It was
the same disgracing experience that I used to have when I returned from school i
n rickshaw with our servant.
Those days also when I was abundantly groped I had to keep dumb, and today also
when I was almost raped I have
to keep dumb - such is the situation!
As Shilpa watched television and I turned the pages of the magazine with a blank
look on my face after what I had, I vividly remember those days when I returned
from school in hand pulled rickshaws. Our servant who was middle aged used to c
ome to take me from school. Previously we used to walk the length from school to
my house, but when I was in Class IX or X, my mom arranged a rickshaw to take m
e and our servant would guard me. My mom s logic was I was grown up then and the l
ocality was also not good as boys used to throw comments to passing girls and so
it was safer for me to ride the rickshaw. But little did she knew that the road
romeos would only tease with
comments, but the arrangement she made would craft me more grown up !
Initially it all started okay, but as days went by and monsoon season came, thin
gs turned out of very uncomfortable
for me. As it rained during that part of the year, all the rickshaws in our loca
lity used a polythene cover from the
hood on the passenger s head till the footboard of the rickshaw so that when the p
assengers take the seat they
are fully covered at the front from rain though the sides remained open. No exce
ption was there in the rickshaw,
which I took from school to my house and when the first day I sat in the ricksha
w with rain falling I realized the

intimacy one might have under the covers. Our servant s name was Natwar and on the
first couple of days he was
sitting on the rickshaw seat almost glued to my body as raindrops were coming fr
om the sides. I did not mind, as
that was quite natural I thought.
Usually I held my bag on my lap while I sat on the rickshaw, but soon I noticed
Natwar was almost compelling me to
give the bag to him on the rickshaw giving various reasons, such as the heavines
s of the bag, my relaxation, etc. I
did not agree to him not due to anything else, but for a pure womanly reason. It
is our natural tendency that if we
are wearing anything which is not covering our legs fully, like a skirt or a min
i ghagra, we tend to keep our bag on
our lap just as a safety feeling also ensuring a double cover at our most delica
te region, otherwise we would have to
keep our hands on our thighs which would actually look somewhat indecent. But I
found Natwar s pleading was
getting more intense by the day and especially on Fridays!
Truthfully at that age it was not possible for me to guess his dirty intentions.
Actually on Fridays we had PT
classes in school and I used to wear my PT dress, which was the same skirt and t
op, but the skirt length was very
short and almost half my regular day school skirt. Since ours was a girls school
we did not have any problems in
school regarding upskirt and all, but still we had to be careful on road as the
PT skirt material was very light and if
there was a strong wind many a times it raised and exposed our panties if we wer
e unmindful. My mom always
alerted me on this on Fridays. I had friends in co-ed schools where they had the
same short PT skirts, but with
have a split like a bermuda, but since ours was not a co-ed school, the authorit
y probably did not pay much
attention to this aspect.
I was thus quite reluctant to hand over Natwar my schoolbag, as when I sat the s
kirt raised so much that it
exposed till the midway of my smooth hairless thighs. But my resistance had to f
ail one day in the monsoon season.
Till such time it was only sitting close, or very close, side-by-side in the ric
kshaw due to the rain, but that day he
first pawed me.
That Friday when I was getting out of the school it was already raining heavily.
I was under the umbrella and as I
climbed the rickshaw, I had to hand over my bag to Natwar who was already sittin
g on the rickshaw seat. He took
my bag and gave his hand and lifted me up. The rickshaw puller immediately cover
ed the front of us very securely
with the polythene cloth and today as the rain was very heavy Natwar told him to
cover the sides also. Within
moments I was sitting with our male servant as if in a closed room as we were gu
arded by the polythene from the
front as well as from the sides. The incessant chattering sound of the rain fall
ing on the cover could be heard.
Me: Natwar Bhaiya, you don t take the trouble, I can carry my bag.
Natwar: No, no Baby. Today let me carry it. It has added weight as its wet.

He used to call me Baby and I thought he was telling the truth, as my bag was alre
ady pretty wet. Me: Okay Natwar Bhaiya, today you carry it.
I smiled and I noticed he had held the bag on his lap in a peculiar fashion and
looked very much like Swami
Vivekanand with folded arms on his chest and my schoolbag within that. I laughed
in my mind seeing his gesture.
Very soon the polythene at the two sides of the rickshaw gave way and raindrops
were drenching both of us. I had
to shift to our servant s side a bit more and he did the same too and as a result
the tip of his folded arm was now
directly touching my small but erect boobs. Those days I had started wearing bra
ssieres and my boobs were
growing into a nice round shape and with each jerk of the hand pulled rickshaw,
I felt Natwar s fingers were
brushing my left boob as he was sitting to my left. I honestly did not mind this
act and thought it was a situational
incident.
As the rickshaw left the main road and took the alley, its speed dropped as the
lane was not an asphalt road and
the jerking was more severe, more so as the lane was already water logged. I was
holing the hood sticks of the
rickshaw with my right hand and kept my left hand as a cover to my exposed thigh
and now due to the continuous
wobbling effect of the rickshaw I could feel Natwar s folded hand constantly touch
ing and brushing my left boob
over my top and bra. This went on for the whole journey and when I reached home,
I realized that I was not
feeling normal . Though my mom was more concerned about how much I was wet, but I f
elt my nipples standing very
upright within my bra.
This was the beginning and on other rainy days this was the routine more or less
, but Natwar behaved so normally on sunny days, I dared to think anything negati
ve about him. On another rainy day, he allowed me to carry my bag, obviously tha
t wasn t a Friday, and as the rickshaw proceeded off my school rains started comin
g from the sides and my top and skirt were getting wet. I had to shift closer to
him and he today in turn kept his right hand at my back on top of the rickshaw
seat. It was such a normal thing that I did not even notice it, till on a sudden
jerk I leant on him and he almost embraced me with his right hand. I tried to r
eadjust, but in vain.
As the rains were coming continuously from the sides, I had to get very close to
Natwar s body and in the course I felt our servant s hand first on my shoulder, the
n as the rickshaw jerked, it slipped to my arm, and then with
another sway it was near my waist and that day when I was getting down of the ri
ckshaw, he actually pawed my ass cheeks as if to help me get down. Till such tim
e it was within my tolerance level and ignored most of it and did not mind at al
l except for one or two deliberate touches. But as days proceeded I realized thi
s low class uneducated man was taking advantage of my helpless situation on the
rickshaw. The last two days made me so disturbed and disgraced that I had to qui
t the rickshaw drives back from school.
I distinctly remember it was a Thursday-Friday combination and it was raining qu
ite heavily out of monsoon. On
Thursday we walked down to the rickshaw under umbrellas and our rickshaw puller
had already applied the
polythene sheet and as usual he climbed the rickshaw first and then asked for my
bag. I handed him over the bag.

Natwar: Eh! The seat is so wet.

Me: Natwar Bhaiya, take this hanky and wipe it.
Due to the rain, the seat was wet and Natwar took the hanky and dried the seat.
I climbed up and was about to take my seat beside him, when he commented somethi
ng very odd.
Natwar: Baby, the seat is still wet. Do not sit on your skirt directly.
I looked at him questionably, as I did not get what he meant.
Natwar: You sit as you sit on the floor. That would save your skirt Baby.
Actually that was the usual practice we girls do when we sit on the floor or gra
ss in the open, so that our legs are mostly covered nicely. But doing that on th
e rickshaw would definitely be a bold thing, especially in front of a
sitting male. But due to the situational request, I could not find a proper repl
y to avoid that and had to reluctantly commit myself to do that. I was standing
on the rickshaw floor half bent and Natwar was sitting on the rickshaw seat. I t
ook both my hands to my skirt and raised the hem trying to keep decency level an
d sat on the seat. I could not even comprehend how much exciting the scene would
have been for a male to watch this from a sitting posture while I did that from
a standing position!
I stretched my skirt in the form of a circle almost and sat down on the rickshaw
seat. I immediately felt wetness
in my inner thighs, as the seat was still wet and in no time felt that my panty
was also getting wet from the water
on the seat. But I could not verbalize that to my servant out of shame and remai
ned quiet. But Natwar had other
plans.
Natwar: Eh! The seat is still wet. My pant is getting wet. Me: Yes, it s slightly
wet. It s okay.
I tried to act normally and avoided to get involved into this conversation, but
he dragged me into it.
Natwar: Baby, what are you saying? My undies are getting wet below my pant and y
ou are saying it s slightly wet. The rickshaw had started moving and I was a bit p
uzzled how to react to this.
Natwar: Give your hanky. Let me wipe it again.
Me: But how can you do that when we both are sitting?
It came out spontaneously from my mouth and this low class man was exactly waiti
ng for that to be asked. Natwar: I will just lift my bottom a bit and you wipe i
t and likewise I will do that side.
Saying that in fact he slightly raised his bottom with my heavy schoolbag clung
to his chest within his folded arms
and I had to turn sideways and insert my hand under his bottom and wipe the rick
shaw seat. Time and again his
round bottom was touching my hand as the rickshaw was jerking and swaying and si
multaneously as I had turned
towards him the fingers of his folded hand was touching my face. I did not mind
as my servant s fingers were
touching my cheek and ear, but when it started brushing my lips almost I was fee
ling rather uncomfortable and
quickly completed my wiping. My face turned immediately red as a male finger gra
zed an area so sensitive in my
body as my lips.

Me: Natwar Bhaiya, it s done. You can sit.

He sat down and I handed over the hanky to him and now I had to lift my bottoms.
I lifted my bottoms a bit from
the rickshaw seat and held the side framework for support. Natwar handed me over
my bag and I noted that my
skirt was still covering the seat that my servant was about to wipe. Without eve
n asking me for permission, he
simply raised my skirt to see the rickshaw seat and to wipe it. I almost froze i
n shame as my servant raised my
skirt much, much higher up than actually needed and exposed me almost till my bo
ttoms. I was so helpless as my
hands were engaged carrying my own schoolbag. The rickshaw moved on and since th
ere was the polythene cover in
our front and sides, no one on the road could see that a girl of 16 was half-sta
nding on the rickshaw with her skirt
hiked up till her round bottoms.
My servant was wiping the seat so slowly that I had to intervene.
Me: Is it done?
Natwar was raising my skirt with one hand to see and wiping the seat dry with th
e other. Natwar: No baby. It s still wet. Actually the hanky is wet itself.
Me: Doesn t matter. Let me sit.
And I lowered my bottoms a bit only to feel this dirty man s hand on my panty cove
red buns.
Natwar: Eh! Baby, your pant is so wet. You do one thing. You sit on my lap and k
eep the bag on the side. Look the rain is coming down heavier now. You will get
wet from the sides also.
I was perplexed at this comment and blushed severely not knowing what to reply.
Though I did not find the rain to
be heavier, but water was dripping from the sides of the polythene on the ricksh
aw was true. I tried to reject his
proposal, but his reasons were stronger and he being much older than me in age a
nd no one was able to see me, I
agreed to sit on his lap till the rest of my rickshaw journey. I did not know ho
w much enjoyment that dirty mind got
from me sitting on his legs, but I had a hard time controlling his hands. I kept
reluctantly my schoolbag to our side
and stretched my skirt fully on my buttocks with my hands and sat on his thighs.
I tried to exert minimum weight
on his legs, but since the hand pulled rickshaw was jerking so much, I slowly ke
pt the full weight of my buttocks on
his thighs.
My young body was almost shivering sitting on the thighs of a grown up man and m
y heart likewise racing very fast.
In no time I felt his right hand on my right thigh area over my skirt and his le
ft hand alarmingly embraced me
round my waist to keep support. I was holding the rickshaw framework above my he
ad with my right hand and hence
I was rather unprotected and vulnerable on the right side from my perky breast d
own to my waist area. I
understood by then that it was a blunder for me to have agreed to Natwar s suggest
ion and I could merely retract
now. I was so helpless and defenseless in the hands of this dirty-minded person.
Of course, his hands were not

static and as the rickshaw was moving along, his hands were feeling my thigh, wa
ist, and abdomen areas over my
school dress. On at least one occasion I had to virtually stop him by holding hi
s hands from directly groping my
private parts.
Once as the rickshaw took a turn while moving, I almost slipped from his thighs
probably due to the smoothness of my skirt-covered round rear portion and to kee
p me in position on his lap, he pulled me by my waist more towards his body. The
n as if to keep the grip more secure on me, Natwar raised my skirt up halfway ti
ll my mid thighs and firmly held my naked skin with both hands. I could not reac
t as it was done in such a casual way that it really
appeared that he wanted to stop my further slipping.
Natwar: Baby, this way you won t slip anymore.
To crown it, he verbalized what he did and I remained quiet, but was feeling so
exposed and uncomfortable that I
had to stretch my skirt over his hands covering my thighs to save some dignity.
But that action actually triggered
things for him! In some moments I felt his fingers were climbing up my smooth na
ked thighs below my skirt and it
was such an uncomfortable feel for me that I cannot describe. When his fingers w
ere almost touching my panty
line, I thought that I must react. I simply caught his moving hand and he immedi
ately stopped the nonsense.
That day was over as we soon reached home, but Natwar gathered all the courage
rom today s incident. I was
feeling severely detested towards this maid servant that I did not even wanted
o talk to him. Next day was a
Friday and unfortunately in the afternoon, it was again raining quite heavily.
s it was a Friday I was wearing my PT
skirt and my mom, as she does on every Friday, gave her usual warning to me of
ot to loiter on road in this dress.
Since ours was a girls school it did not look odd in school, but for a girl of
6 and with a developing body like mine, I

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definitely looked sexy in that small skirt.

Today unlike other days Natwar did not climb up the rickshaw first and instead I
took my seat. It was raining, so
our umbrellas were open. I then noticed Natwar had a bag in his hand, which he w
as about to keep on the rickshaw
floor. The rickshaw puller was already on his seat and urging us to get up quick
ly as it was raining, but Natwar was
taking too much time to keep the bag at my feet and at the same time he was hold
ing his umbrella on his head.
Initially I was not conscious, but suddenly I felt he was trying to peep inside
my skirt, as he was standing on the
ground and I was sitting up on the rickshaw seat; furthermore he was keeping his
bag right between my legs.
I tried to glance down, but the umbrella on his head hindered my view, but for a
second got a peek and I almost
froze as I saw he was gaping openly inside my skirt. I quickly tried to close my
legs, but as the bag was already
there could not do it fully. I was very sure that he must be having a very clear
view of my red panty and my ears
were getting hotter. Even in school if I drop my pencil to the floor and I stoop
down to gather it from under the

desk, I could very clearly see the panties of everyone sitting in the back bench
es, especially on Fridays due to our
PT skirts. Of course, not to speak of the scene in the PT class doing calistheni
cs where it was a compulsive show to
expose panties for all girls. But since only girls are present, no one really bo
thers about this, but here the case is
certainly different.
My face turned red and throat thirsty, as I tried to lower my schoolbag to hide
my dignity, but Natwar was done
by that time, as he closed his umbrella and quickly climbed up the rickshaw. We
were sitting side by side as usual
and getting closer due to the rain droplets racing in from the sides. I realized
the force of the rain was increasing
and the surrounding was getting darker, which actually supplemented my servant s f
urther dirty actions.
Natwar: Let me hold the umbrella half open to your side. Baby, then you will not
get wet.
I honestly liked the idea, as my right side was already pretty wet including my
shirtsleeve due to the improper
covering of the hand pulled rickshaw at the sides. Natwar half opened his umbrel
la and took his right hand from
behind me and held the butt of the umbrella and he asked me to hold the spread u
mbrella end so that the whole of my right side is covered.
Me: Natwar Bhaiya, you then hold my bag.
I simply had no other option, but to offer my bag to him to properly protect mys
elf from getting wet, but in the
process giving him a grand view of my naked thighs in my PT skirt that I was wea
ring that day. As I was in a sitting posture and my legs were somewhat spread du
e to Natwar s bag being kept between my legs, my skirt had all the more reasons to
get higher up on my thighs making me look awfully sexy. I looked from the corne
r of my eyes down towards my legs and was shocked to find that the exposure I wa
s giving had surely crossed the decency level.
Actually since my schoolbag was on my lap, I was not that concerned about how mu
ch my skirt had hiked up in my sitting position on the rickshaw seat, as the bag
was comfortably covering my well formed thighs.
But now my position was definitely compromising. I did not react as I had no int
ention to make my servant aware that I was uncomfortable regarding my skirt, but
within my mind I was very conscious that one unmindful
movement could actually expose my panty. My mom would surely have a heart attack
seeing me sitting like this in front of a male. I noticed Natwar s eyes were also
hungrily lapping the beauty of my exposed legs. My breathing was heavy, but I f
elt relieved to see Natwar behaving absolutely normally and was more concerned t
hat the
umbrella was in the right place at my side so that I do not get drenched. Little
was my relief period and before long the man started his smutty moves.
Natwar: Oh! I am getting wet from this side completely.
Me: Why don t they put proper cover during monsoon?
Natwar: Baby, you know these rickshaw pullers

Let me get out a polythene packet.

I was doubting if he would again ask me to sit on his lap so that we are both so
mewhat saved from the rain coming
from the sides of this hand pulled rickshaw. But, thankfully he didn t quote that,
but in any case I was determined

that I would not sit on his lap today. In the meantime, I saw Natwar took out a
pouch from his trouser pocket and
at the time he was opening it, the rickshaw bumped on a pothole on the watery ro
ad. Due to that impact the packet
almost slipped from his hand and in order to gather it properly, the coins that
were inside the pouch spilled all
over. Natwar did try to control things, but there were quite a few, which droppe
d out of his pouch. Though a bit
odd, but probably due to the jerk, the coins that spilled out of the pouch were
all showered on my body!
Natwar: O! My God!
Me: Natwar Bhaiya, don t panic, none has fall out of the rickshaw.
Natwar: Yes, that s the only relief. Baby you then hold the pouch securely and let
me gather the coins.
Now my both hands were engaged - with my right hand I was already holding the st
retched umbrella cloth and now
my left hand got engaged in holding my servant s pouch. At that very moment alarm
bells rang in my mind - since I
was engaged in holding the umbrella and his pouch, he obviously would pick up th
e coins, but from where? Obviously
from all over my body and as I glanced down to note where the coins were, I saw
them scattered all over on top of
my skirt including my exposed thighs, on the folds of my shirt on my frontal bod
y area, and down my legs on the
footboard.
Natwar: Baby, you don t move and I will pick up the chillar.
Chillar is the term we use for coins. My thoughts were not even complete that Natw
ar started his lewd act. He
started obviously with the easier located coins on my skirt top. As he touched m
y thighs over my skirt for picking
up the coins, I almost quivered and tried to not to look at his act. I looked to
my side where the umbrella was and
felt his hand on my abdomen over my shirt picking up a coin. I could even feel N
atwar s fingers brush my erect left
breast. Then he bent down and started picking the coins that were on the footboa
rd. I tried to close my legs but
couldn t due to the bag between my legs and I could convincingly understood that m
y servant was getting an eyeful
inside my short school skirt.
Natwar: Baby, please lift your legs a bit. I cannot see the full footboard.
I looked round to him weakly, but could not avoid the situation. I knew that was
outrageously vulgar to raise my legs wearing this sort of a tiny skirt before h
is eyes, but could not find a way out. I raised my legs slightly and was of cour
se expecting a request from Natwar.
Natwar: Baby, a little more up please. I need to look to your right side also.
I knew I had to lift my legs more and now as I did it I was feeling so cheated b
y this low class man taking
advantage fully of my position. As a result my PT skirt slid another couple of i
nches up above my thighs and the insides of my smooth fair-colored thighs were a
dvertised to the eyes of Natwar. My condition was simply

indescribable and dreadfully indecent. I was sitting in a moving rickshaw wearin

g a short skirt with my legs raised and a man was bending down almost between my
legs.
Natwar: Okay Baby, seems I have gathered all from down there.
He was counting the coins and I was so very relieved, but no sooner another dirt
y proposal came up! Natwar: Seems some are still missing, which must be on the s
eat.
He looked directly to my crotch area and to my back. Me: Is it? But seemed all s
pilled in the front.
Natwar: No Baby. Just see, here was one.
Saying that he took a coin out of his dhoti almost from the region of his manhoo
d. He was pulling his dhoti up to see if any coin was still left in it and I cou
ld see his very hairy dark legs. And believe me, I saw his blue-colored brief
for sometime as was still searching for the dropped coins in his dhoti. I shifte
d my gaze from his pelvic area and
tried to remain normal.
Natwar: Baby, can you just stand a little so that I can check the seat?
Me: Natwar Bhaiya, the rickshaw is moving and I am holding to the umbrella. How
can I stand?
Natwar: Right, right. You cannot stand. You just shift a little bit forward and
I will check the seat. Me: Okay Bhaiya.
The next few moments I was severely groped by my servant and his dirty mind refl
ected on his act pretending to
search for his chillar. As I shifted a little bit to the front on the rickshaw s
eat, he immediately put his right arm
behind me, to be precise on the rickshaw seat and was searching for the coins. I
n the process, he touched and felt
the roundness and smoothness of my skirt-covered buns and to my utter shock he d
id not stop there! He was
inserting his fingers, as if he was looking for a spilled coin, under my ass. Fo
r a moment I clearly felt his finger into
my ass crack over my PT skirt and my panty. I could not stop but to utter a spon
taneous reaction off my mouth.
Me: Ouch!
Natwar: What happened Baby?
He was immediately cautious and had removed his finger. Me: Nothing. Have you go
t all your coins?
Natwar: Baby, am not getting a couple of 5-rupee coins. I immediately wanted to
end this process.
Me: Okay, I am raising my body once and you check the full seat.
In my hurry to finish off this irritating episode I made a further mess. I was n
ot holding onto any support as both
my hands were engaged in holding the umbrella to cover me from the rains and my
servant s pouch, and as I raised
my buttocks off the rickshaw seat, the rickshaw took a turn and I got completely
disbalanced. Natwar s hand was
already by then on the seat under my bottoms and his other hand was supporting m
y schoolbag on his lap, but as I
got disbalanced, first thing that happened was that I sat with my full body weig
ht on his stretched hand on the
seat. Next thing was due to the turning movement of the moving rickshaw, my left

arm holding the pouch outspread

in the air, as I fell and my servant in trying to support me held me by my left
boob. The situation was precarious
for any girl and by the time I could gather my composure I was thoroughly fondle
d by my servant.
That man got only a few seconds time and I was amazed that within that short spa
n of time, his right hand cupped my ass over my skirt and panty, and simultaneou
sly I felt a couple of very tight squeezes on my developing left
breast over my school top and bra. I immediately tried to lift my body weight of
f his hand and raised my back again and Natwar this time crossed all limits.
Natwar: Baby, Baby, don t do this, you will fall.
Saying that as if protecting me, he also lifted his hand off the rickshaw seat,
and to my utter shock, I felt he had
inserted his hand under my short skirt and was touching and pressing my panty-co
vered pussy with his fingers.
Though it lasted for a couple of seconds only and he instantly helped me sit on
the seat holding my ass cheek. My
servant made sure that his right hand on my ass kept my tiny skirt uplifted and
expose till my panty. I quickly sat
on the seat, but all along his dirty intention was going on as he held me very d
irectly by my right ass cheek over my
panty as I sat.
His dirty plan was still ON for the upper part of my young developing figure. He
initially grabbed me by my left boob as my arm was outstretched in an off balan
ced position. But as soon as I felt his hand grabbing my boob, I brought my arm
down, but his foul play was helped by this act. Now his left hand on my breast w
as under my arm, rather sandwiched in my left armpit. I was having a very sexy f
eeling and did not know how to get his hand out. Getting the press of my underar
m on his hand holding me, he seemed quite encouraged and before my eyes he start
ed cuddling my firm breast with his palm.
I had to jerk his hand off and as I regained my position on the seat, I did that
. My face and ears were pretty red
in shame and due to the feeling of a male palm cupping my breast I was also feel
ing an unfamiliar sensation within
my panty.
Natwar: Baby, I still did not get the two coins.
I was so much annoyed and irritated by this low class man s dirty objectives that
I did not feel talking to him. His
touches were as if still lingering on my body. The way he touched my panty and c
lenched my ass cheek I was feeling
like slapping him. How dare he touch me there I was thinking! Then I realized th
ese people were like that only, they
always look for opportunity and helpless conditions of girls and tries to take a
dvantage of that. The servant class!
Aunty! Aunty!
I was as if called from my sleep. The magazine was still open on my lap, but my
mind went back to my teenage days relating the embarrassing moments I had in the
hands of our house servant, which was very similar to the one I had sometime ba
ck here in Mr. Yadav s residence though today s experience was awfully shameful myse
lf being a
married woman of almost 30.

Shilpa is calling me.

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 ca
lling us.
Me: Okay, okay. Lets go.
I kept the open magazine from my lap to the table and adjusted my sari and follo
wed Shilpa. As she walked in front
of me, I did note the alluring way she was swaying her kundi. I was as if envyin
g Shilpa for her tight figure though
I knew I should not, as she was at least 10-12 years younger than me. Her propor
tionate ass was dancing within her
dress as she walked briskly. I hurried along to keep pace with her. As we entere
d 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 t
o now carry forward its epitome
further.
Shilpa: Ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, distribute the bhog to Nandini and Kumar. The regulation is th
at 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. An
ita, 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 b
hog 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 wate
r, honey, sandalwood paste, and turmeric.
I nodded and sat down to check that. As I sat down I realized that my panty clot
h 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 p
etticoat. 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 c
hecking for the items Guru-ji
mentioned.
Guru-ji was expounding Shilpa on spiritual explanations of life, human goal, dev
otion, studies, etc. and Shilpa was
obediently listening to Guru-ji. Only if did he know that this schoolgirl do wat
ch soft porn and sometime back was
expertly supporting me in an lesbian act even! I noted that Sanjeev had nicely s

orted out everything on the floor

for the yagya to proceed, but only thing that was missing was milk. I waited pat
iently 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 aga
in 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 friction
al 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 t
oilet, 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 real
ize 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 hi
s 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. The
re 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 ha
iry 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, ve
ry 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 w
as surely looking sexy. Sanjeev was
holding her hands and whispering something. My timing was just about right as so
on I realized that Sanjeev was
trying to persuade Mrs. Yadav in lovemaking in that open balcony, but she was ob
viously 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 moment
s 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 e
xceptional, and envious too for any woman! He now was feeling Mrs. Yadav s back ov
er 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 clos
ed her eyes in
ecstasy. I completely forgot that I came to Mrs. Yadav for milk and the white sa
ri, but was completely absorbed in watching this horny activity. I saw Mrs. Yada
v had closed her eyes and why not? Getting passionate hugs from this energetic m
ale 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. Yada
v within his arms to face her away from him so that he could massage her heavy j
iggling tits abundantly.
I saw Sanjeev put his big-sized palms on Mrs. Yadav s mammaries and cupped simulta
neously both of her large,
round, firm and full boobs. Mrs. Yadav naturally started wriggling in elation, a
s 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. M
rs. 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 blou
se-covered breasts and it looked so indecent! Sanjeev s hands were now under her p
allu and I knew what they were doing under that cover. Sanjeev for the first tim
e 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 bl
ouse-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 l
ewd acts by an outside male
standing in the balcony of her house. Though the road cannot be seen from the ba
lcony, 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 ex
periencing her first date. Sanjeev was doing his job quite swiftly and in virtua
lly 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 16-year-old girl, Mrs. Yadav had enviously large and firm breasts, w
hich jumped out of the tight bra. I saw the nipples were almost black in color a

nd 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 f
ingers on his broad back. By this
time, Mrs. Yadav s sari was completely off her body
was open and her bra uplifted
and her petticoat was saving her dignity. I noticed
crotch into her pussy over her
petticoat. The scene was extremely heating up and I
very bit of this very hot
lovemaking.
Sanjeev s palms were now openly fondling Mrs. Yadav
her tongue into his mouth and was sucking it.

and lying on floor. Her blouse

Sanjeev started pushing his
stood there simply gulping e
s big boobs, while he had pulled

Me: Uhhhhhhhhh
It seemed I was more excited and thrilled seeing this scene. I remembered Uday s k
issing 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 thi
s at times though not on a regular
scale, as he is not a big believer in kissing. He is more into the direct act. B
ut Uday s kissing was so spontaneous and
he resembled very much like Sanjeev was kissing Mrs. Yadav. I saw Sanjeev s arms n
ow came down on the lady s
gaand and he started caressing and squeezing her big buns. My right hand was aut
omatically 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 pettico
at in a full topless condition. I was stunned to see the courage of this housewi
fe - she was hugging a male in a topless condition in the balcony of the house k
nowing that her husband was very much present in the house! I could never ever d
o that in my house. Even when my husband was away at noontime and if even a sale
sman had come, I made sure that I do not attend him in a nightie or without wear
ing my bra because in most cases it was the nap time for me and during that peri
od I was surely not properly draped. However, Mrs. Yadav here was crossing all l
imits!
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 lick
ing them vigorously and Mrs. Yadav
was writhing in exhilaration. I was unable to take it anymore and was now wonder
ing 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 th
e balcony. I was also at a safe distance from the drawing room where Mr. Yadav w

as 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 im
mediately 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 San
jeev was sitting on the chair as if
enjoying the beauty of the moonlit night and Mrs. Yadav looked extremely sexy wi
th 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 y
ou 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 th
e tingling of her chudi I could make
out she was probably dressing her standing in the passage. Sanjeev was absolutel
y 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 whe
ther 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. Yad
av, 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 h
er 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
. As I handed Guru-ji the sari I
noted for the first time that it was
by widows. I could not understand
why that was needed in this yagya. I
time was directing Shilpa for the
first worship.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, now we will do
ds a medium for this worship and as
your parents used your Sanjeev uncle
use me as your medium. Okay?
Shilpa: Ji Guru-ji.

went up to the stove to get the milk boiled

a thin cotton sari, the type generally worn
was about to ask that, but Guru-ji by that
the first worship to Linga Maharaj. One nee
and Anita aunty as their mediums, you will

Guru-ji: Beti, the focus has to be worship and worship only. You must not deviat
e. If you deviate you will have to
undergo the dosha khandan (=eradicate the error) process. So only concentrate on y
our worship for studies. Jai
Linga Maharaj!
Shilpa nodded and stood up. She did not know what to do and Guru-ji indicated th
rough 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 l
ying on the floor wearing the tight
salwar kamiz. While giving her the puja flowers, I noticed her face was red in n
atural shame, as then she got the
hint that Guru-ji would get on top of her back. I handed her over the puja flowe
rs 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 w
ill 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 gat
her the courage to ask Guru-ji. He roared forward to Shilpa s body chanting Jai Lin
ga 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 b
ody weight on you. You just concentrate.
Guru-ji was now riding Shilpa s body and I was watching from a distance of few fee
t. 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 devia
ting by Shilpa s young flesh. As
the mantra chanting was getting to an end, I found Guru-ji s pelvic movement was g
etting more obvious on Shilpa s
hips.
Now Shilpa had to whisper her wish to Guru-ji and he would transfer that to Ling
a Maharaj. I saw Guru-ji took his face very close to her face, his thick lips al
most 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 ve
ry 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 quic
kly 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 vo
ice was stern and harsh. Shilpa: Believe me Guru-ji, I was thinking only on my w

orship.
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 curiou
s about things other than studies.
The same thing happened here, your mind was more inclined about my physical touc
h, 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, j
ust 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 su
re 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 excite
d 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 t
o 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 Godma
n, 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 te
ll the truth. Okay?
Shilpa simply nodded and I could well understand her position in front of this g
igantic male character. I noticed
Guru-ji now took out a couple of replicas of Linga Maharaj from his bag. They lo
oked exactly like the deity that was there for worship here.
Guru-ji: Anita, please hand me over the milk, bilva leaves, rose water, and hone
y. 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 th
e 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 i
t 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 wa
tching 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, th
e smoke along with Guru-ji s loud vocal narration of mantras made the atmosphere o
f the room very gripping. I saw Shilpa s lips moving as she was repeating the mant
ras. 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 Kriy
a (=wake up process). You will have
to gulp down holy fluid on it and concurrently I will guide the other model thro
ugh 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 a
sk him. I was also not fully sure what Guru-ji would do exactly. Shilpa had clos
ed her eyes with her hands folded for worship standing in front of the yagya fir
e 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 S
hilpa s mouth. She opened her lips
initially just a little, but then realizing to accommodate the Linga diameter sh
e had to open it wider, did that. Guruji inserted the Linga model in her mouth and she started sucking it. The fluid m
ust have tasted good as Shilpa was
licking it up fast. Guru-ji was slowly pushing it more and more into her mouth a
nd 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 kriy
a , you should have it in your
mouth.
Shilpa followed the command. Her eyes were closed throughout as Guru-ji original
ly 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 an
d must have been enjoying the scene - a 16-year-old sexy teenage girl standing i
n 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 com
fortable with it. The first day when
my husband offered me to do this, I quivered in shame and promptly refused. He r
equested me the same thing on
some other days too, but then not seeing my urge in this act did not poke me fur
ther. But one rainy evening, I was
feeling very horny reading a novel and when my husband returned after work, I wa
s 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 dr
essing 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 no
ted his semi-erect tool under his
pajama.
But he was visibly tired and only after a couple of kisses he was planning to sl
eep. 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 expose
d my body by lifting up my nighty
to mid thigh and was giving him the feel of my naked plump thighs. He was respon
ding 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 ornament
s. Today I was trying to stroke
and massage his cock more to get his full hardness, and probably realizing his p
hysical tiredness he offered me to
suck his cock. I did not refuse and did this cock sucking for the first time. Ho
nestly 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 c
harged immediately and we had
an enjoyable intercourse.
Today as Shilpa was sucking the Linga model, that day I also sucked and licked m
y 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 stop
ping at one place on Shilpa s body
and verbalizing mantras and then was proceeding to the next stop. First on her h
ead, 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 offens
ive to any woman.
Guru-ji had positioned himself to Shilpa s backside now and as he slid the Linga s
tructure to Shilpa s waist, he
pulled up the end of the freely flowing kamiz from Shilpa s buttocks and exposed h
er pajama-covered round butts. Shilpa naturally was shocked and stopped her suck
ing process and was probably going to take out the Linga from her open mouth, bu
t Guru-ji indicated her to continue.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, as I told you - you concentrate on what you do. And for yo
ur 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 paja
ma - 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 under

stood, looked at me. Guru-ji: Anita, can you please pour in some more fluid on h
er Linga?
Me: Sure Guru-ji.
As I answered I noted that light was falling from the opposite side on Shilpa s ba
ck and as Guru-ji had pulled up her kamiz to her waist, Shilpa s pantyline could c
learly 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 flow
ing over them. But in this case, as Guru-ji had pulled Shilpa s kamiz up, I was sh
ocked to see that I was able to see the exact position of her panty on her ass c
heeks. 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 st
ructure off her mouth and was
virtually gasping. Her eyes were still closed and due to that everything what Gu
ru-ji did seemed more erotic. I transferred some fluid onto the replica in her h
and.
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 ag
ain 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, Gu
ru-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 Shilp
a jerked and moved in her standing position I could guess Guru-ji must be feelin
g and massaging her panty covered gaand over her thin pajama.
The process looked extremely vulgar till it stopped. Shilpa for the first time w
as visibly uncomfortable. Why not? She is an unmarried grownup girl and if a mal
e rolls a rod on her gaand with both hands and simultaneously she has to suck an
other rod, even a married woman would feel horny. Guru-ji was constantly chantin
g 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-cove
red 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. Shilp
a 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 t
o pull it up properly with two hands and further more. Hence I lifted Shilpa s kam
iz up a bit more exposing till her beautiful bellybutton along with the waistban
d of her pajama and the knot. Again due to light falling from the opposite direc
tion, 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 m

antra expressions were louder than

ever. I noticed due to touches to that very sensitive part, Shilpa s face naturall
y turned red and her sucking
process was also ceased though she was still holding it in her mouth. As I turne
d my eyes to Shilpa s pussy area
again I clearly saw that Guru-ji was probing his fingers over her pajama and pan
ty 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 moa
n now with her eyes closed.
Shilpa: Ummmmmmmm .
Guru-ji was now practically feeling and pressing Shilpa s pussy area with his fing
ers and the role of the Linga was negligible. He was kneeling before this sexy t
een s honey pot and doing this Jaagran Kriya. Shilpa was now
constantly moving from her standing position and I could very well understand he
r 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 mammarie
s. 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 glid
ed down her slender neck into the
top of her dress. Guru-ji by that time had rolled the Linga model through her fl
at stomach and was approaching her twin peaks. With a male hand groping Shilpa s g
aand 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 w
as standing pretty close to her, I could clearly make out her left nipple impres
sion 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 dh
oti. As expected, Guru-ji lost some composure and though he was narrating the ma
ntras, the voice was lower, and as he placed the Linga rod on Shilpa s youthful bo
obs, 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 ign
oring 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 t
his girl who was virtually her
daughter s age. He was now feeling the roundness and firmness of Shilpa s left breas
t 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-j
i quickly recovered and was again
chanting the mantras loudly and held the Linga rod in both hands and rolled it o
n 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 st
amp 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 standi
ng 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 n
ext 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 sayi
ng 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 confi
dence in Shilpa s voice as she jolly well understood that she needs to take off he
r 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 h
is 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 c
hange her dress in front of a male probably made her so astonished that she forg
ot 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 t
o 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 Mahar
aj? Silly girl.
Guru-ji s voice was firm as steel. Shilpa did not have the courage to utter a sing
le word after that. Guru-ji: Anita, she need not open her undergarments. You wra

p 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 c
overed full gaand looked so inviting that I noticed Guru-ji for a split second s
troked 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 h
er 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 though
t 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 loo
ked so firm and erect within her
scanty bra and her flat abdomen dancing into the thin waist and further down int
o 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 w
as 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 fr
ont of his lustful eyes. Naturally she blushed heavily and though Guru-ji said So
rry , I could read a different story in his eyes.
Guru-ji: Beti, hold this rope for now. Anita, please forward me the sandalwood p
aste 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 f
ront of a male. Though the saffron veil was hanging from her waist, but practica
lly 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 ti
lak (=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 e
radicating inner imperfections prevalent in our being. If you are through with i
t, you will overcome your problem of studies.
Shilpa nodded and stepped towards the fire as Guru-ji was already there. I was s
tanding 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 no
w 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 slowl
y 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 w
as 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 m
ust be feeling the heat - from the yagya fire as well as this man s hot touches. S
he 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 arm
s 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. Shilp
a 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 woma
n, Shilpa was also uncomfortable as her boobs were touching a male s chest and ret
racted from her position, but I saw Guru-ji drew her towards him to get the prop
er 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 a
s 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 wor
ship 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 touc
hes.
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 v
ery annoyed with you.
Guru-ji seemed very upset and there was pin drop silence in the room. Shilpa: Gu
ru-ji, please forgive me.
Guru-ji: There is no question of forgiveness on my part. That means you have thr
oughout this yagya concentrated on your physical excitement rather than the wors
hip. 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 post
ure made her look so enticing that I had to almost take my eyes off her. Her who
le back was naked except for the sheer bra strap and as she bent on the floor wi
th folded legs, her panty was stretched by her fleshy buttocks sliding it down m
arginally exposing the tip of her ass crack. I
figured out that the panty Shilpa was wearing must be an old one with a slackene
d elastic waistband. Any male

would get a hard on by that scene. Shilpa s ass crack was unmistakably noticeable
over her panty through the semitransparent 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 pl
eading 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 t
urn 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 sto
p 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 giv
en 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 hi
s loin in front of us. As he did that I almost exclaimed seeing his large tool d
raped in the tiny brief. Guru-ji himself was quite an enormous figure and now st
anding 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 stret
ched 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. Guruji 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 hamper
ing your studies, you should know like daylight.
Guru-ji was still in that one-legged position before the fire, and seeing that a
lmost 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 d
o 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 ex
citement, which is the normal behavior of this age, but getting diverted from yo
u 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. W
e males are similarly interested in female bodies, their touches, and the excite
ment. This is life.
The environment seemed to be getting a bit cozier now with Guru-ji explaining th
ings. 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 s
aw 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 alm
ost naked body looked reddish in the fire flame.
Guru-ji: Do not hide anything in front of Linga Maharaj. As your medium, I am al
so his part. Tell me do you have a boyfriend?
Shilpa blushed and was dumb for a minute. Guru-ji patiently waited for her to re
ply. Shilpa: Yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Hmm. And I believe you are deviated from your studies mostly once you h
ave 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 fa
r she had allowed her male partner touching her body.
Shilpa: Guru-ji, we spend time together, I mean err that s all, nothing more. Guruji: Have you kissed each other?
Guru-ji now started hitting directly the bulls eye. Shilpa after keeping silent f
or a while, replied.
Shilpa: I tried to protect me from doing such things, but Guru-ji believe me, th
e situations made me so weak that... Guru-ji: Hmm. Where do you spend time gener
ally?
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 schoo
l around 4 p.m.
Guru-ji: Now tell me how situations made you weak as you said. Do not hide anyth
ing 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 o
f 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 ho
lding 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 u
mbrella. 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 c
ompletely.
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 alrea
dy 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 An
ita 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 c
lose to your boyfriend. Right?
Shilpa: Yes Guru-ji. Just imagine in the open park they were kissing and the wom
an s sari pallu was flowing on the ground and one of her tits was flashing out fro
m 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 an
d 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 pro
ximity 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 g
etting distracted from my
studies. We met, chatted and had a nice time in the Park. I could realize his te
mptation was growing and the silence of the Park added fuel. In the third or fou
rth meeting there, the kissing extended to his touches on my whole body and insi
de 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 h
is 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 ne
arby in the Park doing spicy things and we get influenced also. He has touched m
e over my dress, but not directly err I mean
Shilpa paused a little and Guru-ji threw a very indecent question at her. Guru-j
i: Have you touched your boyfriend s tool?
Saying that he indicated with his eyes to his lund and Shilpa immediately blushe
d, and blushed very heavily. I was
also feeling a hardening of my nipples within my blouse and bra and simultaneous
ly felt an itching in my pussy.
Guru-ji: What happened Beti? You told your boyfriend has touched you on your bre
asts, 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 an
d I also felt his manhood. While in
the Park everything was restricted to kissing and cuddling me over my dress, tho
ugh 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 to
uched 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 con
fession.
Shilpa: Naturally I longed for his touches, but one day things went a bit too fa
r 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 tha
t day due to heavy rains it was very sparse. The changing room area was also ver
y 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 i
nto his brief and he embraced
and started kissing me. Guru-ji, I tried to escape, but being almost I mean err n
aked, 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 s
o you can understand my condition. The fear factor was also working and I litera
lly 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 resis
tance 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 lit
tle could this teenage girl do. Shilpa: Yes, err Guru-ji, I mean he pulled it dow
n, 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. Shilp
a also was not prepared to reply to such direct things. It was a very clumsy sit
uation for her, I understood. In fact I was feeling heat in my ears hearing to s
uch 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: H
e forced me to touch his
Guru-ji: Okay. Its good to know that you saved your virginity. But this conclusi
vely proves Beti why you are
distracted from your studies. But you also must keep in mind that before your ma
rriage a physical relation or even a boy kissing you or touching your body are n
ot 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 th
e presence of Linga Maharaj, you are through with half of the dosha khandan proces
s.
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 an
d 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 indicate
d 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 tw
o 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 ha
ve been giving this 16-year-old girl
some comfort in front of Guru-ji. Now she was in an absolute two-piece - clad on
ly in her bra and panty. She
immediately kept her right hand on her panty to save some honor. I took the sand
alwood 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 complemen
ting 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. Seei
ng 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. Shil
pa: Aunty, shall I have to remove my ?
Shilpa asked indicating towards her undergarments and I really had no reply to t
hat because if the doctor ordered, no way she could shun that. Shilpa probably u
nderstood what I meant from my facial expression and put her head back on the fl
oor. 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 awkward
ly poking out of his brief. His
gigantic naked hairy body was looking rather fearsome in the glow of the fire. H
e came and sat by Shilpa. I noticed Shilpa had already closed her eyes. This tim
e 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 pe
tals 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 fe
et 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 mov
ing 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 mys
elf 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 o
f times. One thing I don t like
about my husband s approach while licking my naked legs and thighs is that he want
s 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 comp
els 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 bett
er
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 Shil
pa. 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 al
l. Guru-ji was already up around
her knees and his tongue was gliding and sweeping her well-formed thighs. Her te
enage skin was naturally very taut
and I thought Guru-ji surely was having a wonderful time. Guru-ji now gave a hal
t and chanted some mantras loudly
and then again became engaged in licking the naked legs of this sexy teenage gir
l lying on the floor in a bikini as if.
Shilpa remained stationary in her posture with her eyes tightly closed and a ful
ly 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 be
tween her legs. She was naturally very hesitant.
Guru-ji: Beti I need to perform the act properly. You must unfold fully before m
e 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 sa
y anything, Guru-ji shouted Jai Linga Maharaj and placed his head near her love sp
ot 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 w
hile Guru-ji continued his sexy
act. I could see Guru-ji s tongue lapping up the last bit of the sandalwood from S
hilpa s upper thighs. Guru-ji s
mouth was now dangerously close to her panty and Shilpa was visibly very uncomfo
rtable 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, fo
r 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 bod
y would surely remain covered, and to have a male tongue and nose probe that are
a 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 breathin
g very heavily now seeing all this in front of my eyes and I felt the same tight
ness 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 t
o 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 a
nd 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 tim
e, 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 Gur
u-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. pla
ced 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 co
ntinuous male intrusion on her body. I
tilted my head a bit to see the whole scene and saw Guru-ji held Shilpa s face wit
h both hands. Shilpa s eyes were
closed. And, then Guru-ji slowly proceeded to meet Shilpa s lips! Guru-ji was kiss
ing Shilpa. Initially like any woman,
Shilpa was a bit hesitant, but probably due to Guru-ji s personality, she succumbe
d in fear and respect.

The kiss was slow, but long. I was sitting and watching all this with a dry thro
at, honestly wanting to be touched
again, but obviously not the way Mr. Yadav treated me. I could still feel his li
ps on mine when he was enjoying my
youthful body in the toilet. Seeing I am not watched I scratched and rubbed my p
ussy 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 e
njoyed the lip lock, but the fear and
astonishment was also telling on her face. Guru-ji now pulled his body off her b
ody and sat beside him.
Guru-ji: Beti, now I will help you relieve from all distractions and dosha from yo
ur mind and body. I noticed you were shivering while I was cleaning your lips. W
hy? 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 fol
low 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 j
ust 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 yo
ur soul.
Shilpa looked visibly very shy again, as Guru-ji reminded her that s she is only w
earing her bra and panty and nothing else and a pair of male eyes was watching h
er 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 dist
racted each time. I want you to attain that ultimate level so that your distract
ion 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 a
nd again till I say to stop. In dosha khandan the next step is to wipe out the sal
t 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 expect
ing he would look at me also. I fumbled a bit, as I was then feeling and pressin
g 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 su
rprised 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 fee
ling 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 s
ari remained tucked in my ass crack as I walked before him. I very well knew I l
ook pretty much indecent when this happens, more so since I possess a rather hea
vy 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. T
he other problem especially for me
as I mentioned before is my panties not fitting properly on my buttocks and slip
ping 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 hav
e had a feast for their eyes with
my swinging heavy hips making the scene more alluring. I was made aware only whe
n a female customer at a
cosmetics shop alerted me. But honestly, never ever in my life did a man have th
e courage to indicate me that my
sari was sticking in my ass - not even my husband. I believe my husband must hav
e 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 eye
s with my sari tucked in my ass crack? Rajesh! You naughty brute , I murmured withi
n myself.
I came back to my senses as Guru-ji started narrating mantras as he sprinkled th
e water on Shilpa s body and
indicated me to get back to my position. In no time I noticed Shilpa s body got we
t and Guru-ji was cleaning the last
bit of sandalwood off her shinning naked skin. It seemed someone was buttering b
read 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 thig
hs, 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 brassie
re. 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 sa
ri spread on the floor. I observed Guru-ji looked down and feasted his eyes unde
r 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 balanc
ed with his hands on the floor on both sides of Shilpa s body and bent down over h
er 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 c
heeks and moved to her neckline and kissed her all over my neck. Shilpa was gasp
ing now and her legs getting gently parted. I was pretty sure now what was in st
ore for this teenage virgin girl.
I was no doubt enjoying this sort of a love scene. Guru-ji then kissed Shilpa s ha
nds. His lips grazed her whole
naked arms, one by one, up to her armpits. The kissing and touching was very slo
w. 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. The
n he sat down near her legs and took Shilpa s left leg in his lap. I saw Guru-ji s l
und 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 ma
ke any woman go wild with excitement. He simply lifted her feet and started lick
ing the sole of her feet!
Shilpa: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Guru-ji. Please.
Shilpa uttered in ecstasy, which was very natural. She was moving her hips on th
e floor forcefully with each of
Guru-ji s tongue stroke on her foot sole and with her foot up in the air in Guru-j
i 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 pan
ty. 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 respi
te and made her stand up. Shilpa
could not meet my eyes and was looking at the floor. Guru-ji s now positioned hims
elf right behind her. Very clearly,
his erect manhood was poking Shilpa s bulging ass cheeks. Guru-ji encircled her wi
th his large muscular arms feeling
her upper belly region. I noticed Guru-ji was whispering something in her ear, w
hich I was unable to hear. Shilpa
stood motionless with her eyes tightly closed and lips murmuring, probably the m
antra Guru-ji told her to narrate
in her mind. Guru-ji s fingers for the first time crawled on the most sensitive pa
rt of a female body, her love spot.
Guru-ji was slowly moving his fingers on Shilpa s panty covered pussy. Shilpa lean
t 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, wh
ich 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 di
scomfort 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 replyi
ng while moving his fingers on her lower belly region. That was the height, I th
ought.
Guru-ji: Beti, this is not the first time I am executing this dosha khandan . Isn t i
t? What is your age? 16 or 17. Women of your mother s age during dosha khandan has t
o open their undergarments in front of me. That s the norm Beti. And if they don t s
hy, why are you getting so withdrawn?
Shilpa: But
Shilpa was still trying to put up an argument, when Guru-ji suddenly inserted hi
s 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 e
ach step very tactfully.
Guru-ji: Beti, if you really feel very shy, do one thing. Close your eyes and ke
ep 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 Gur
u-ji and hugged him and buried her face in his flat broad chest in shame. Guru-j
i had to take out his hand off her panty and could not react for a moment, but r
ecovered 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 you
r 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. Guruji 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. S
he 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-j
i: Nangi I said.
Shilpa slowly started peeling off her open bra from her attractive breasts and w
hen she dropped her bra to the
ground, her boobs looked like two fresh pomegranate bokey. Her boobs were very t
ight and they were handful in
size and looking very sexy with the standing pink nipples on them. I noticed Gur
u-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 especiall
y 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 st
ark 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, na
turally. Guru-ji was now getting excited with every move and
feverishly licking all her flat smooth stomach while his hands were caressing an
d squeezing Shilpa s naked ass
cheeks. Shilpa also now slowly initiated responding to this Godman s sexual desire
s. 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 no
w 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 ci
rcling it making Shilpa go wild in excitement. For me it was an unbelievable exp
erience. I had never seen such lovemaking LIVE, if I could term it. Guru-ji quic
kly was up again and now he focussed to the most obvious thing, Shilpa s twin peak
s. Her tight hooters were in front on his eyes and very near his lips. Guru-ji s m
outh remained wide open for a while looking at her tight boobies. He put his mou
th to one of her boobs and straightway started sucking the nipple and with the o
ther 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, lip
s, 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 nex
t act. Now his right hand moved to her round ass and continued squeezing them ti
ll 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 hi
s 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. Clearl
y now Guru-ji lund was knocking on
her bare choot. Guru-ji now slowly made her lie down on the sari on the floor an
d 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 restle
ss 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 fron
t, 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 g
ot 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 quickl
y 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 squ
irming left and right on the white
sari on the floor and kept moving her naked ass up and up. As Guru-ji s head desce
nded 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 re
mote 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 thickn
ess of his lund.
Me: My god! What size!
I mumbled to myself. Shilpa must have fainted if she saw that. Alas! Guru-ji doe
sn t have a wife, I thought; she
would surely feast on that proud manhood each night. Guru-ji became completely n
aked by throwing his brief to the floor and it landed just inches away from me a
nd 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 p
olished rod. It must be at least 8-9 inches clean in length. Before coming to as
hram, I had only seen my hubby s erect prick, but after coming to ashram I have se
en and felt more than one male tools, but I am sure this looked the best . Shilpa w
as 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 wom
an, who has taken a male dick many a times. Involuntarily I was twisting my tong
ue 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 loo

ked at Guru-ji and instantly dropped her eyes in shame. Guru-ji twisted and pinc
hed her nipples once casually as if he was cuddling the cheeks of a baby! He bro
ught his upright dick near her choot, adjusted the tip onto the right hole and v
ery 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 ec
stasy. Since Shilpa was a
virgin, Guru-ji naturally could not enter at the first attempt. He spread her cu
nt lips with one hand and holding his
penis with other hand, pushed it harder and this time and a very loud scream cam
e out of Shilpa s mouth. Guru-ji
quickly glanced at the closed door of the room and then quickly kept his mouth o
ver Shilpa s lips to shut her
screaming. I could realize it must have been a very painful experience for the t
eenage girl, more so due to this
mammoth piston trying to enter her hole. I am pretty sure that even matured expe
rienced 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 g
et the maximum discharge off her
pussy.
Shilpa: Ooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Ufffffffffffffffff
ffffffffff!
Shilpa was struggling near Guru-ji s heavy stature and writhing in pain. Their nud
e boides about to copulate looked
like heavenly bodies in the golden glow of the yagya fire. I was almost mesmeriz
ed by the scene. They both were
sweating profusely in the heat of the fire and their won body heat due to the se
xual act. Guru-ji now was
increasing the thrust and while Shilpa constantly moaned and cried I noticed dro
ps of blood on the white sari below
Shilpa s bottom. I could well realize that her virginity was broken. Guru-ji did n
ot stop for a moment at her
screaming and slowly pushed his dick into her vagina more and more. Shilpa was s
truggling 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 str
okes and the white sari was red
with bright blood from Shilpa s pussy. I was spellbound seeing the scene, the firs
t 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 experien
ce with my husband and that
night I also had a tremendous experience of fun, pain, tears, and excitement lik
e Shilpa had today. But honestly I missed Guru-ji s stout piston, as my husband s to
ol 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 exhauste
d - both were sweating
profusely in the heat of the yagya fire. Guru-ji s body lay over Shilpa s nude 16-ye
ar-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 penis
es of the actors there were no
match to Guru-ji. Even in the desi CD, which I watched in Shilpa s bedroom, when t
he camera zoomed on the male
actor s genitals for some seconds, I noticed he possessed a mediocre sized penis l
ike 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 u
ncomfortable, 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 sti
ll 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 start
ed to bug my mind
although I knew myself being a married woman, I should refrain from such taboo t
houghts, but it kept hovering my mind. My want was simple - to have Guru-ji s heal
thy lund at least once in my choot.
I rebuked myself for thinking in such derogatory lines and only thinking about m
y physical pleasure rather than the original motto of coming to the ashram of be
ing 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 undres
s in front of unknown male and I was touched, groped, and fondled by more than o
ne 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 affa
ir 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 t
he unexcited position I saw his lund was hanging like a big banana. I was lookin
g 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 L
inga 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 bri
ght 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 app
roached her.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, now you are pure. Dosha Khandan is complete. I think you wil
l not have the distractions you were having prior now that you know what the sec
ret is.
Shilpa was not in a position to answer anything, as she could not yet have recov
ered from the fact that she has lost her virginity moments ago in the hands of G
uru-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, whi
ch 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 f
rom 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 vagin
a and a tablet for her to swallow.
Shilpa recovered remarkably from Guru-ji s medications in some minutes and I helpe
d 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 pro
bably 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 Gu
ru-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 real
ize 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 p
arents 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 remo
ved 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 befor
e that episode, we all had the prasad together, which Sanjeev had cooked. It was d
elicious. Mr. Yadav was drunk, but was not out . He thankfully did not misbehave. M
rs. Yadav visibly looked pretty happy and why not? The way she was involved in l
ovemaking with Sanjeev, I wonder when I was in the puja ghar during Shilpa s fucki
ng, 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 G
uru-ji had mentioned that we
would move off from Mr. Yadav s place early. I went to toilet and got refreshed. N
ear 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. Yad
av 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 puj
a 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 tha
n happy to get this chance to be
with Sanjeev one last time before he leaves. Everybody except Shilpa seemed to b
e looking at their departure
path, which was underlined by Mrs., Yadav s swaying hips under her tightly worn sa
ri. Shilpa appeared to be
unmindful, obviously still not out of her virginity loss episode and she must ha
ve 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 sh
ow 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 follo
w 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 d
ining space and were out in the lawn and going to the back of their house. Now t
hat 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 sho
uld 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 tem
ple. 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 a
dvantage 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 th
e 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 t
he 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 abdo
men 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 op
enly 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 m
y shoulder and waist. His face
was so close to mine that his spectacles were touching my nose and his thick bea
rd was giving me a tickling
sensation, but his clutches seemed to be getting stronger by the moment and I va
inly fought back within his arms.
Mr. Yadav was very openly feeling my copious blouse covered mammaries on his fla
t 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 fe
lt 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 ha
d 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 o
ne 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 hu
gging 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, b
ut 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 ex
citement. Mr. Yadav was an
experienced player and he instantly realized my condition and quickly retraced h
is thumb over my tight blouse and the bastard started pressed exactly over my le
ft 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 in
serting his fingers within my
blouse. I also got heated with such intrusions to my private parts and Shilpa s fu
cking 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 complete
ly on my body. I felt the cold wall
on my back and soon realized that I was in a more compromising position now bein
g pinned to the wall. Mr. Yadav
almost pounced upon me and I was virtually sandwiched between the wall and his b
ody weight. Though he was
swaying a bit for balance as he had thrown his crutches to the corner of the roo
m, he was intently feeling and
touching me all over.
The moves were more affirmative and he seemed pretty sure what he was doing. I c
ould not gather enough
strength to protest against him and was surrendering slowly. He was cupping my a
ss 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 vividl
y. 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, h
is 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 th
ere 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 be
came 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 pul
led 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 wa
s 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 situati
on 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 m
y 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 wa
s 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 cr
utch. As I walked I quickly
fastened the two open hooks of my blouse and covered some exposed cleavage of mi
ne. It was definitely an odd
feeling walking without my sari, more so as I knew Mr. Yadav was watching my eve
ry movement. I picked up the
crutch and looked outside through the temple door, but there was no one. I quick
ly 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 pul
led 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 probab

ly 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 w
as thrusting his chest on my firm round flesh. Mr. Yadav also started pushing hi
s pelvis into my crotch. I could very clearly feel his lund over the clothes pok
ing my lower
abdomen or upper thighs. And with his free hands he was very slowly cupping my g
aand over my thin petticoat fabric. How could a man behave like this if he was n
ervous 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 play
fully moving his palms on my gaand
and at the same time pressing me and making sure I stick to his body. As my hand
s 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 pl
ayfully 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 ton
gue 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 gard
ener must have been away. Me: Ouch! Hey! Stop! Stoppppppppppp!
Before I could even get back my hands from my hips, that bastard simply pulled u
p 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 t
o 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 pettic
oat still in his hand, lifted around
my waist, and my white panty clearly visible under my raised petticoat. Unfortun
ately 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 s
lap 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 temp
le 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-l
ess 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 g
ot back to ashram by the car in
another hour or so. In the car as we conversed I noticed Guru-ji behaved as if n
othing happened yesterday night
and was not exhibiting the minimum slice of shame that I saw him completely nake
d fucking that 16-year-old girl.
Even Sanjeev, I caught him almost red-handed with Mrs. Yadav, but he was now beh
aving so casually! I was myself
feeling a bit ashamed to even have eye contact with Guru-ji thinking of last nig
ht 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 aft
er 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 Gur
u-ji said I have reached the
climax and Maha-yagya was the ultimate treatment for me. I did not know when my ey
elids closed thinking on that
line and woke up at the knock on the door. It was Nirmal. He had come with my lu
nch. 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 a
nd 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, specificall
y not at my eyes, probably due to his short height, but in no time I realized wh
y he was staring at me. I was rather careless about my dress code, as I opened h
im the door, and his attention was focussed on my nipple impressions on my night
y. I was wearing no undergarments at that time and sensing that I virtually inst
ructed him to move off, as I wanted to take rest for some more time. With an unh
appy face he left my room. I closed the door and went to the toilet to check mys
elf in the mirror.
Oh! My God!
Both my nipples were swollen to their full size and their impressions were clear
ly 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 impressi
ons, but as soon as the fabric
touched my globes, my erect nipples again showed up and definitely I looked quit
e sexy and alluring like that. It
must have been the effect of the dream. As I got out of the toilet, I was smilin
g within me thinking about my
husband s hug and the time I spent with him in my dream. I went back to bed and gr
abbed the pillow between my
thighs and closed my eyes and tried to recap the dream. Alas! I could not recons
truct 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 undergar
ment, I was almost ready to meet Guru-ji in his room when there was a knock agai
n. 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 f
or 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, bu
t also my blouse, bra, and panty.
Nirmal: But what Madam?
He inquired innocently. The nitwit. I quickly thought of telling him a lie to av
oid handing him over my dress. Me: Oho! Actually in the morning I handed them al
ready to Sanjeev.
Nirmal: But Madam, I checked the boiling herbal water and there was only Meenaks
hi 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 ha
nd 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 the
n 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 ne
ed to do that. The dress I wore
yesterday to Mr. Yadav s house was lying in a heap at the toilet corner. I was fee
ling so clumsy in that situation.
Thankfully I was standing at his back. Nirmal readily started picking up my bunc
hed sari from the floor along with
the petticoat. He kept my sari on his right shoulder and my petticoat on his lef
t. I was watching him from the
toilet door. I was feeling so awkward and released a sigh, as now even a blind m
an could see my white brassiere and
panty resting on the toilet floor in an entangled form along with my blouse. Nir
mal bent down and picked up the
whole lot and turned towards me. I was not prepared for that and was so, so irri
tated by his teeth coming out
seeing my inner wears. He faced me and was trying to take out my bra from its ju
mbled 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 realizin
g 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 th
e 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 blous
e hook. You cautioned me timely Madam, otherwise I would have unknowingly torn y

our 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 wo
rse for me because while he was separating my bra from my blouse, the panty slip
ped 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 han
ding 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, whic
h was one good habit grown in
me by my mom from my teenage years. So the question of handing over my inner wea
rs to the dhobi never arose.
Even I never ask my husband to hand me over my undergarments from the wardrobe o
r 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 oth
er 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 straig
htening 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 salv
ation from your problem of not

getting pregnant. It is a tough process and you will be challenged from all angl
es to complete it. Only you devotion
can take you through. You should only aim at the gifted fruit, which you will be
ar in your womb after Maha-yagya.
I was almost mesmerized by his talks. Guru-ji s loud, reverberating voice was maki
ng me confident too. I nodded.
Guru-ji: The Maha-yagya path is difficult for any woman to undergo, but eyeing t
he sweet reward at the end, you
should prepare yourself. There are a few steps in Maha-yagya and as you pass eac
h 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 othe
r males touching your body, but my treatment process is such that you have to ac
cept it. Child bearing is related to sexual organs, isn t it Anita? So how can I b
ypass 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 t
he next steps of the treatment?
I nodded to Guru-ji like an obedient student. In my ignorance, I was actually gi
ving 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 bol
d enough to undergo the Maha-yagya.
Guru-ji again halted for a split second and then went on explaining and unfoldin
g 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-yagy
a might demand an extra yard of shamelessness from you. Actually what is a shame
less act to you is a regular act for us. For example, yesterday in Kumar s house y
ou must have thought wrongly about me being naked and having sex with Shilpa, bu
t that s how tantra goes.
I avoided eye contact with Guru-ji out of natural shame. My ears were already ge
tting 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 through
out the process. So you can understand
I again avoided direct eye contact with Guru-ji and was breathing a little heavi
er 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 achi
eve 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 t
he yagya. I will not get into the
detailed steps of the yagya right now, but will unfold to you as we proceed. Oka
y?
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 town
s are also seeking its benefit, we now-a-days allow the Maha-yagya Paridhan (Parid
han=dress code). Previously, let me make this very clear again, it had to be don
e 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 w
ould be allowed to wear and already feeling thirsty vaguely speculating about th
e 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 wo
man, 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 con
cerned regarding this Mahayagya Paridhan .
Guru-ji: I need to move off now. By the way, I hope you don t have any reservation
s to give measurements to
Master-ji?
Master-ji! Oh No. Not again! Instantly I remembered my humiliating episode at th
e 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 c
an you ask such silly questions?
Guru-ji almost grudged. I did not want to annoy Guru-ji at any cost at this cruc
ial 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 tod
ay 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 wa
s 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 stat
ement 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 real
ize 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 w
as a safer bet.
Me: Meenakshi! Meenakshi!
She was in her room and asked me to come in. She was sitting alone on the bed do
ing 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 looke
d inquiringly at me.
Me: Actually as you must be knowing Guru-ji will perform Maha-yagya for me and Me
enakshi: 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 Meena
kshi: 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 througho
ut the yagya, so
Meenakshi: True Anita. This is a problem with we females. Males can actually rem
ain 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 de
mands 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, b
ut still I was visibly anxious. Seeing
that, she kept the cloth she was sewing, bent a little towards me, and twisted m
y right cheek forcefully with her
fingers.
Meenakshi: Don t worry my dear. Let the suspense remain about your dress. She burs
t 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 p
oking. 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 a
llow 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. Mee
nakshi 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 pulle
d my pallu properly.
Meenakshi: Leave aside silly issues like this Anita and just worship to Linga Ma
haraj 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 roo
m and went back to mine. Its
already 1:30 p.m., so I was approaching the time when Master-ji would come. I ha
d 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 alread
y feeling tightness in my
blouse and I quickly tried to concentrate elsewhere. But hardly did I get the ti
me, 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 b
efore 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. Bu
t who is he?
I pointed out to the boy accompanying Master-ji.
Master-ji: Actually I have stopped keeping Ramlal for measurement purpose, but h
ave 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 measu
rements that I uttered a Bah! Master-ji looked inquiring to me and I quickly recov
ered 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 st
anding by the bedside with a
carry bag.
Master-ji: True. He is a keen learner and he questions a lot, which is a good tr
ait 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-j
i.
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 Ra
mlal 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 distr
ibutors there last week referred
me to a rich customer of his shop who wanted to stitch some English type clothin
g and she specifically wanted an
aged tailor. So my distributor recommended me and I went there. Naturally my bro
ther 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 beatin
g just a shade faster, as I was
getting more and more curious as Master-ji was narrating. It seemed Master-ji wa
s 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 henc
e asked her the sari at least.
Initially she was not in agreement, but later reluctantly gave consent. I told t
hat 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 to
ok out his
I nodded quickly to indicate that I know very well what a male can take out open
ing 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 thou
ght since Ramlal was holding her sari bunched up at her backside, his finger mus
t have been touching her gaand. I was so shocked at Ramlal s
behavior that my fingers were trembling. At that very moment that Madam suggeste
d 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-m
easuring 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 h
ands to remeasure her hips,
Ramlal pointed out that as the ceiling fan was revolving in full swing her petti
coat was flying somewhat, he would
hold that also. That Madam did not see any problem to that, but that brute inste
ad of just holding to the cloth of
the petticoat with two fingers so that it does not fly, he pressed it to her gaa
nd and held it there with his palm.
Just a little pause again and this time I shamelessly scratched my pussy area fo
r 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 with
in the next one minute I did not know exactly what happened, but only heard a th
rash.
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; other
wise we would have been beaten up surely. Just imagine my condition - at this ag
e, 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 ha
ve taken this new lad Deepak who
Master-ji was interrupted as Deepak entered the room with a glass of water. Mast
er-ji had the water, though I was feeling thirstier! Master-ji handed over the e
mpty 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 pro
blem, which in most cases slides
into my ass crack after sometime of wearing it. Very frankly I did want to get t
o 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 und
ergarments, but he only
suggested me to change the brand. I did that a number of times, but to very litt
le 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 fe
el the roundness of my ass globes
beneath my sari as if my panty was nonexistent! Moreover, my buttocks being heav
y, 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 p
erson, 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 Masterji.
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 roo
t 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 siz
e 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, bu
t the name refers to the size and the cuts of the panty. This panty is smaller i
n size than the Daisy Normal and the cuts are also higher. You can also wear Dai
sy 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 v
arious demands, like Normal, Teen, Mega, MIG, and so on. Each company has a diff
erent name to call their female customer s demand.
MIG?!?! What was that? I thought to myself, but was quite pleased by Master-ji s t
horough knowledge regarding his trade and was now more open while talking leavin
g 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 v
ery fleshy hips. That product is actually meant for women with large round butto
cks, 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 bo
y Deepak was also looking at my
ass! In trying to deviate from the current topic, I asked something which was su
spended at the back of my mind.
Me: Okay. But Master-ji, you referred something called MIG, what is that actuall
y?
Master-ji: Madam, that s another panty type of the Diana Company. Have you heard o
f Diana bra and panties? I nodded negatively because I had not heard of that com
pany.
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
dam it s a very skimpy item.

Meager

and hence as per its name Ma

Prints are like floral, plain, and textured. The MIG panty rear is very small an
d the cuts are also very deep with
stretchable elastic bands. Additionally it has a nylon net in the front of the p
anty, which gives it a very appealing
look.
Master-ji smiled indicatively and gave a pause. I was visibly uncomfortable by h
is description, especially with the
nylon net in the front . I could jolly well realize that the lady who wears this MI

G 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 m
ostly newly married girls, but middle aged women also form a significant cliente
le.
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 Gu
ru-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 No
rmal 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 a
nd 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: Experie
nce, 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 late
r 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-y
agya 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 o
nce 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 zo
omed into the open page. I saw
there were four drawings in that page - a blouse, a skirt, a bra, and a panty. H
onestly I felt quite relieved to see
the blouse and the skirt, as I was really unsure how much revealing the Maha-yag
ya paridhan would be. I clearly
remember Guru-ji s words:
I agree the Maha-yagya Paridhan is not adequate for a mat
ured woman, but little can
I do about it
I sighed a breath of relief and was now quite comfortable to go ahead with the m
easurement 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 reg
ular 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 ap
prentice, 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 inste
ad of asking my tailor directly about my bra, which would always be uncomfortabl
e 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 att
ention on Madam and see how I take the measurements. And as I always say, ask qu
estions 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 hi
s face, probably for the first time.
He looks pretty young, hardly 12-13 years of age, and it seemed to me he remarke
d that innocently. The thing,
which I was most impressed about him, was that he was never staring at wrong place
s of my body. So I thought to
ignore his comment.
Master-ji: Good. Now Deepak, see here. The first two drawings are Madam s undergar
ments, 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 t
hree 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 n
ever 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 lay
ered.
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 d
irections about this Maha-yagya
paridhan.
Saying that he turned the page of the notebook and showed me some scribbling, wh
ich 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 s
titch, 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 c
holi 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 32size 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 eye
lids 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 whi
te 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 notice
d 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 lo
oked 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 ign
ore 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 h
e?
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 b
y 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 goi
ng to get married next year can be a lad in the eyes of Master-ji, but in no way f
or 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 to
uched 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 t
old you before, I rely on my
fingers and the thread for measurement, but since this is a special dress, I hav
e 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 tre
ating 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 ignor
e Deepak, but knowing that I was watched by a grown up boy, I was feeling very c
lumsy. I could see my buttercoloured 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 Maste
r-ji was standing too close to me adjusting his tape. I was by then fairly consc
ious within myself, as I was about to get male touches on my body during the mea
surement process. Honestly I was quite at ease in front of Master-ji, probably b
ecause 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 middleaged man. During measurement process he would surely touch and press my blouse-c
overed 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 fro
m the tailoring shop, I would certainly have a semi-wet panty under my sari or s
alwar.
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 an
d 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, heari
ng the strap width. Me: Master-ji, half inch is nothing! As it is there is no sl
eeve.
Master-ji: But Madam, why do you at all need a wider strap? Your bra will be str

apless.
For the moment I was oblivious of that fact that I will be wearing a strapless b
ra 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 wi
ll 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 wil
l be exposed but your breasts will be fully covered.
I understood that its no use arguing further because the conversation would beco
me more and more uncomfortable
for me being a female and hence accepted the half-inch shoulder strap for my cho
li. Except for one honeymoon
nighty, which had spaghetti straps, that my husband had bought for me I could no
t recollect exposing my shoulders
fully wearing any dress, neither in my teens nor after marriage. I still remembe
r that hardly did I wear that
honeymoon nighty for 3-4 days in front of Rajesh and rejected it as it exposed m
e so vulgarly. On one hand as it
had spaghetti straps, it exposed my bra straps openly and on the other hand it s l
ength 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 honeym
oon nighty on bed.
I was slightly unmindful, but realized Master-ji had moved to my backside and wa
s checking something, which I was not able to see. Some moments passed. There wa
s 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 starin
g 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 sta
nding in front of him with my legs spread just a little. He must be having a cle
ar view of my spotless back as there was no pallu obstruction. Suddenly I felt M
aster-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 f
ace and ears turned red.
Master-ji: Madam, if your size was 28 or 30 I would not have said that. Since yo
u have heavy breasts, the outer
dress has to be tight enough to support the inside. Madam, you know what the mai
n 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 d
idn t know what to say or reply. Seeing my silence, Master-ji went on to explain m
ore to me and I had to admit to a tighter choli, as he suggested, without any mo
re 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 wea
ring that pair, I would not intervene. But you will have to take part in the yag
ya and that s laborious Madam. So if I leave you with a comfort choli, you might e
nd 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 t
ailor to alert you about the alter, otherwise you might land up in an embarrassi
ng 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 runn

ing 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 t
o check how much tighter it can be
made. In the process I was getting a ticklish sensation as he was rubbing my exp
osed back. I realized he pulled the
back of my blouse a little more with his fingers and I was pretty sure that if h
e 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 with
in 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 thread
s to the middle.
Now Master-ji came to my front and I noticed, as he came, he was gently scratchi
ng his pelvic area. I giggled and blushed slightly, but simultaneously felt a de
light that my curves were fiery enough to arouse even this old man nearing 60. H
e bent a little and his face was exactly in front of my firm boobs and he stretc
hed 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 tw

o inches down from where my boobs ended. Thus as I got Master-ji s fingers touchin
g 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 unabl
e to move much due to the tightness
of my blouse, but now Master-ji was at least able to guide and move his middle a
nd ring fingers up into my blouse. I
could feel he was touching my bra and the bottoms of my bra cups. I was definite
ly getting excited and had to
release the breath.
Master-ji: Oho Madam! You need to hold your breath for a little more time. Pleas
e do it again.
Undoubtedly my heart was beating fast as Master-ji s fingers remained inside my bl
ouse base touching my bra cups!
I again deflated my stomach as much as possible taking a long deep breath. And M
aster-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 firmne
ss 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. Masterji looked at me with surprised eyes and I quick
ly controlled myself realizing that I have to allow this much during the measure
ment process. I very softly whispered Sorry to him and lowered my eyes timidly. Ma
ster-ji realizing my condition probably took out his fingers from my blouse bott
om.
Master-ji: Deepak I will dictate Madam s midriff, armhole, and choli length, you w
rite it in that order. Deepak: Okay Master-ji.
Master-ji took the tape from his neck and bent a little encircling the tape on m
y 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, h
e 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 m
ind 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 w
ay round. I mean he keeps the
meeting point of the tape on my shoulder and the tape encircles my armpit. But M
aster-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 m
y blouse at my armpit.
I was getting rather anxious and apprehensive as I noted the tailor taking his f
ace round the corner of my wet armpit for noting the numbers on the tape. From t
hat 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 snif
fing 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 blousecovered 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 mi
ddle of my left shoulder and fixed it there with his left hand exactly over my b
ra strap and dropped the lose end freely over my left breast. I was giving a fre
e 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 min
d too. Deepak: What s that Master-ji?
Master-ji: For example, your customer might want a short choli and in case she i
s unable to give her measurement, you should cut it to 12-13 . One inch is a big a
djustment 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 s
atisfying your customer. Deepak: Then?
Master-ji: You should also alert her about the dress if the need is there. For e
xample in the case of a mini choli, if the lady wears a normal bra, it surely wo
uld 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 su
ch 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 conside
ring 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 uppe
r 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 nec
k. Me: Meaning?
Master-ji: Generally for blouses, we have the U-neck, the square neck, or the bo
at neck as the customer prefers. But Madam, as per the Maha-yagya guidelines, yo
ur choli will have a square neck.
I had never worn a square neck blouse, so was a bit anxious to know more about i
t. 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. Actu
ally 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 m
y blouse neck and slowly came near my cleavage). When the cut is like this way i
n the shape of a U, most of the upper part of your breasts are secured and cover
ed, 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 itc
hing 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 to
ok 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 th
e 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 loose
ned the tape slightly and my nipples could clearly feel the brush of his thumb a
nd fingers as he traced a straight line on the pretext of showing the square nec
kline. An obvious thrill ran down my body tingling right down to my pussy and in
stinctively 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 y
our 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 anyt
hing about it.
I closed my eyes for a moment in excitement, as he removed his hand off my breas
ts and frankly I hardly was
hearing what he was saying, rather I was getting keen on the music that slowly w
as 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 n
eckline and front neck depth and
murmured the numbers to Deepak. Now I was starting to heat up fully though I tri
ed to be in command of my
emotions, but was certainly slipping. Master-ji also measured the back neck dept
h for my new choli. While doing
that Master-ji gave me very clear indication that he was not only taking measure
ments as a tailor, but also taking
chance on my jawani. He was at my back when he was taking the back neck depth me
asurement and he directly felt
my back with his palm and specifically pressed me on my bra strap and even on br
a hook giving me very clear signals.
Obviously I knew that I should not encourage this man, but my emotions were para
lyzing my mind to resist. Master-ji: Madam, now please raise your hands up. I wi
ll take your bust measurement.
I lifted my hands up and kept them in the air. From the corner of my eyes I coul
d see my sweaty armpits and there were clear round wet spots in both armpits ove
r my blouse. I noticed Deepak was looking at them, but I had little to do, but t
o 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 breast
s.
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 l
ady, whose measurement you are taking, to raise her hands up. This actually give
s 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 fu
llest 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 ve
ry 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 blou
se with a torn armpit. So you must remember to give some freedom to the blouse f
abric 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 w
hen 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 real
ize 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 get
ting annoyed.
Master-ji turned and said the last few words to me with an ever-smiling face. Th
at 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 wou
ld 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 o
btain 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 tha
t I cannot describe in words.
Master-ji: We measure so many women each day, but how many has such good shape e
ven after marriage? So remember to take at least two more measurements for ladie
s 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 fr
ont about my mammaries! Its not
that I was hearing remarks in relation to my figure for the first time from male

s. When I was in college when I

passed a particular turn on the way, comments were thrown at me by the Road Rome
os, 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 occasi
ons 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. B
ut 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 c
ircumference and as he did that
his chest pressed very gently on my breasts, though momentarily, I felt a real t
urn on by that. Actually unknowing Master-ji s chest touched precisely on my nippl
es 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 gai
ned instant strength I realized and poked more on my bra cup.
I immediately tried to divert my mind and counseled my mind how vulgarly Masterji 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 me
asurement
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 yo
ur 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 concurren
tly I could feel Master-ji s
fingers touching the core flesh of my mammaries. In front of my eyes in the pret
ext 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 chil
dless 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 condit
ion it would be very embarrassing
and awkward for me.
Master-ji now shifted the meeting point of the tape from where my blouse hooks w
ere to my left breast and this time he surely made me breathless. His fingers we

re now touching and pressing my left tit and I could feel the meeting point of t
he 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 me
an no.
I said somehow. My pussy seemed to be leaking now and since I was not wearing an
y pads, etc. below my sari, my panty was getting soaked and I could feel the wet
ness 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 heari
ng 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 orig
inal position not before bumping on my right boob and almost pushing it within m
y 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 fe
eling every inch of my jawani.
Me: Shhh. Aaah!
I controlled myself to a whisper. My legs were automatically getting parted at m
y standing posture and my heart
was starting to miss a beat. He again marked the position with his thumb and thi
s time I was very sure he was
trying to trace my nipple over the fabric of my blouse and bra. I could feel Mas
ter-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 t
hat 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 emotio
ns 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 f
riends once. Her name is Sunita, whom I met after my marriage in our locality. S
he was married for five years and had two kids when I met her. Our friendship pr
obably triggered more due to our naming similarity, Sunita and Anita. She actual

ly guided me to the local tailor from whom I now sew my blouse, etc. We mixed we
ll 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 si
nce her kids were off to school, we were having longer chats and
somehow the topic converged to our sexual feelings not originating from our husb
ands. I did mention to her about my crowded bus experiences where male hands gro
ped my ass globes or boobs, and on some occasions crossing the decency limits, w
hich I had to accept, as I did not want to create a scene in crowd and, truthful
ly, 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 blou
se measurements and one day when the tailor was checking her fitting during a tr
ial 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 st
ill 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 squee
zing 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 w
ords:
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 t
o grope me amply over my blouse.
As he did not get a timely hindrance from me, he just went on and on and you kno
w, 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 clu
tches. Otherwise the way things
were going, he surely would land up fucking me on the floor of the trial room. J
ust 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 b
oob!
Me: It

It s okay.

Though I was not at all okay in the true sense, as the tape was pressing hard on m
y boobs now.
Master-ji now made the tape somewhat more short, increasing pressure on the nipp
le 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 wit
h 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 ful
l-grown woman s breasts
unhindered. He also must have been encouraged by my silent affirmation to his mo
ves 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 shiv
ering getting a direct feel of male fingers trying to grab my boob flesh. I inqu
isitively glanced down to see what he was doing.
I smiled to myself seeing the slyness of old man tailor and his want to get sexu
ally excited at this age even!
Practically I was his daughter s age, but still he was feeling my jawani like my l
over! Master-ji was no doubt holing the meeting point of the tape with both hand
s over my right breast, but he had kept his right hand so craftily under the gua
rd 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 fr
om below.
Through the corner of my eyes, I turned to Deepak, and thank god, as he was unab
le to see the right side of my
body directly and was unaware what his tailor-guru was doing with me. For the fi
rst 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 enormou
sly 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 v
ulnerable state. Unconsciously I
had started swaying my hips also, as my excitement was speeding up, but once I r
ealized 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 rep
ly anything as this old tailor had
brought me to a boiling point very quickly with just a few deft touches and care
sses. 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 t
ake the
measurements over my sari, but over my petticoat!
Master-ji: Now the last one, the shoulder-to-apex measurement and then you are d

one.
I was in fact unable to take any more of Master-ji s touches. Physically as well a
s 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 tig
ht 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 th
e notes Deepak has taken, and at that moment Deepak commented something that pro
mpted 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. Le
t 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 ge
t the water, Master-ji grabbed my elbow very firmly and brought his mouth near m
y 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 n
o time to think on his statement as
Deepak was coming with a glass of water. He did that rapidly as he must have tho
ught 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 t
high. 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! Dee
pak: 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 p
retending and Deepak was also

won over, there was no obstacle for him. Master-ji now held me with both hands a
t 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 mor
e 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 i
n 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 pre
tend 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 foo
led.
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 la
st I got some relief from my sexual aches when Master-ji embraced me tightly wit
h his hands in the excuse of holding the fainting woman. My heart was running ve
ry 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, mo
re 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 obvio
usly 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 secon
d 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 a
nd blouse-covered shoulders and
taking full advantage of Deepak not seeing us, he pulled in his right hand withi
n our bodies and started squeezing
my boobs. Only God knows how I controlled my moan not being aloud and enjoyed hi
s 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 w
ife 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 hus
band 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 th
is 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 wan
ted 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 w
ill 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 grab
bed my ample ass cheeks over my
petticoat and started feeling them sufficiently. My panty was as usual nonexiste
nt on my buttocks, as it was stuck
in my ass crack, and so Master-ji could grab and feel my ass flesh directly. Obv
iously the pleasure of getting
squeezed over my petticoat with my panty covering my ass cheeks was less than di
rectly getting the feel of male
hands on my bottom. Hence I was simply elated getting Master-ji s hands toying wit
h 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 sho
ulder 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 shoul
ders.
I felt Deepak touching my feet and in a moment held both my legs and pulled me u
p 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 Mast
er-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 wh
ole body and I felt so ashamed within myself to express my inner self to these m
ales. 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 th
is young guy. Thankfully, since the bed was only a few feet from where I was sta
nding, 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 nati
ve 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. Dee
pak 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 famil
y 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 pac
e. Master-ji: Deepak, it s very, very faint.
Listening to that I also stopped my normal breathing in case Deepak double check
s me. I was enjoying this small pretending act and was getting a high dose of un
expected 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 s
hould 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 covere
d in my blouse and brassiere, and
started pressing them. In no time, in excitement, Master-ji was virtually maulin
g my 28-year-old full-sized boobs
openly with both hands. Thank God! My eyes were closed. The way he held and crus
hed my firm breasts, it seemed
as if he was pressing two cycle-rickshaw horns with his both palms. I was now ga
sping for breath and obviously my legs were getting separated and my hips also s
tarting to move.
Never ever in my 28-year-old life, I got this sort of a pleasure where I am lyin
g 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-j
i 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 movin
g.
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? De
epak: 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 t
hat Master-ji?
Mouth-to-mouth sucking - my God! Will my tailor do that to me? That s nothing but li
p-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 s
uck 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 l
ike 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 a
nd 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 cou
ld sense Master-ji s cold lips
brushing my lips. Certainly the man was trembling with excitement. I could almos
t 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 tongu
e was probing my mouth. His saliva
was mixing with mine and I was also responding positively by thrusting by lips i
nto 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 sho
rt span of time. My hard and
perky nipple was clearly felt by Master-ji s big palm. He was so sure of its posit
ion 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 su
re 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 h
e would have commented something. I tried my best to be steady, but Master-ji s he
avy 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 w
as getting more inclined to think as if I was having a love session with my husb
and.
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 fe
el 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 m
e 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 t
hat sort. Master-ji: Bring your sandals.

Eh! Chi!
That was
? Should
o do so.

Chi!
obviously my initial internal reaction. I have to smell his sandals now
I get up now to avoid that, but I did not get any clue from Master-ji t
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 touc
h 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 s
enses quickly. Master-ji: Then wait.
I did not hear a sound and was getting quite curious about what was happening. B
ut with my eyes closed I could hardly guess what was going on. What was Master-j
i 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 shoul
d be
I could feel a repulsive smell already, as he neared the vest that he was wearin
g towards my nose. Definitely it had a disgusting odour of sweat, but not so muc
h to get me up from my senseless state. But I made up my mind that next whatever t
hese 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 i
t 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 m
y 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 he
r senses smelling this.
He laughed a little, but with my eyes closed I was unable to grasp why he laughe
d. I heard I heard Deepak laughing too. I was getting immensely curious regardin
g 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 charg
ed 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 pen
is 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 p
ressing his erect tool on my
nose and cheeks. I was also nodding my head slowly and was responding to his act
ions. 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 conside
ring his age it was also virtually
impossible for him to hold his fluid after such extended foreplays. I felt Maste
r-ji s fingers parting my lips and opening my mouth forcefully and he readily inse
rted his erect tool in my mouth. I could realize this was going beyond all limit
s, but did not want to miss the opportunity to suck a male cock and as my eyes w
ere 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 fuckin
g 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 s
hamelessly lifting my heavy gaand
in rhythmic motion as if I was getting fucked. But honestly I cared a damn for d
ecency 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 smoot
h thighs. My mouth fucking
continued for some moments in presence of Deepak and finally Master-ji flooded m
y mouth with his semen and
actually I was not very prepared for that condition and gulped some of his hot f
luid, 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 Mast
er-ji s somewhat limp penis out of my mouth and opened my eyes. Once I opened my e
yes, 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 agai
n. Great!
I was looking absolutely dumbfounded sitting on bed before these two males. I lo
oked 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 a
nd 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 quit
e scared when you suddenly
fainted.
Me: Hmm.
Master-ji: Deepak Beta, give Madam a hanky to wipe her face. I will also clean m
yself 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 f
lash. 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 t
he door and I could unmistakably hear the sound of their pissing. I could realiz
e things had gone far beyond my control now and now trying to be decent was no u
se. 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 mou
th and nose and tried to look
normal though still was having a racing heart beat and as I tried to get off fro
m 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 th
e 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 l
ong 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 cu
t 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 pretendin
g 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 app

eared 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 wa
s feeling abnormally uncomfortable with my completely soaked panty and my vagina
l 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 fr
esh 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 h
is eyes was too erotic, of course,
courtesy Master-ji.
As I stooped to get my towel and panty from the cupboard, Deepak released my han
d 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 Mas
ter-ji, it was this young man s turn
to touch me! I took my things as quickly as possible and went ahead for the bath
room 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 resulte
d in a fall.
Who will make this idiot believe that I was not a patient who had frequent dizzi
ness 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 a
gain.
Me: Okay. So what do you want?
Deepak: Madam, please do not take any chances. I will help you to sit on the flo
or 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 i
n front of a male and in that posture and the upper portion of my firm boobs wer
e now on display for him. I looked up at him from my squatting posture only to f
ind his eyes looking deep down my blouse. Natural. Which male would miss this ch
ance, 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 t
he 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 posit
ion 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 a
nd did not get up. As I looked up again at him, I found his shinning eyes lookin
g directly down my blouse and I noted my bra cups were also visible from that ve
rtical 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 po
sition 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 an
d this time he went outside holding the handle of the door and stood there so th
at it remained locked.
Deepak: You can go ahead Madam. I am holding the door so that it doesn t get opene
d. I reluctantly said Okay .
This was one of the most awkward situations that I had faced in my life. I had t
o urinate pulling up my dress when
I know a male was standing at my toilet door. I immediately got up from my squat
ting 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 f
irst. 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 feelin
g so relieved! I waited for the last
drops to trickle off my hole and then got up. I was still holding my petticoat b
unched 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 D
eepak 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 th
at 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 w
ould 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 ima
gine 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 m
y boobs got hand pressed more number of times than what my husband does in one l
ove session and what does this guy say? I was lucky ! I smiled and sighed within my
self.
Me: I do not get this fainting spell often. It s very rare for me. Today was an ex
ception.
Master-ji: Madam, we are getting late. I still have to take your other measureme
nts.
Deepak: Master-ji, I think Madam needs a bit of rest and then you can start agai
n.
Start again ? What does that idiot mean? But I liked Deepak s idea of giving me a res
pite, as honestly I needed
some.
Master-ji: Okay then, you sit and take rest on bed, while I will do the necessar
y 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 a
bout 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 wome
n who have it suffer a lot. Me: Not only women Deepak, anyone having these faint
ing spells are bound to suffer.
Deepak: True Madam, but after seeing my mami s case, I am convinced that women exp
erience 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 Diw
ali. 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 - perfectl
y 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 e
ntered 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 her
e. 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 yo
u 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 sudd
en mami started feeling dizzy. Luckily she caught the kitchen door, but within m
oments 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 th
e ground.
Mami s massive stature was lying on the floor and Aslam chacha and myself was spee
chless for a moment in that
situation. I also got a bit scared seeing mami in that condition. I was 2-3 year
s 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 t
o 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 prov
ided 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 be
tter 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 cha
cha 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 ful
ly illuminated in this subject.
Aslam chacha: Okay, don t worry. I will show you the way and you will soon see you
r mami getting back her senses.
I saw Aslam chacha was now removing the pallu off my mami s breasts and started cu
pping her blouse-covered conical hillocks.
Aslam chacha: Aaah! What firmness! Even after two kids! And my Sakina, her mamma
ries 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 ver
y 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 pa
ssing 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 brea
sts. In fact they looked more like two coconuts in Aslam chacha s hands rather tha
n apples. There was a large dark brownish patch at the center of each of her boo
bs 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 mar
ginally 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 he
re. 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 ha
nd off mami s left breast and indicated me to touch that. I was initially having s
ome hesitation to touch my own mami s breasts, but he slapped me on my back and ur
ged 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 tha
t 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 c
ould realize my penis was getting harder and harder and gaining in elongation. T
hough 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 th
e 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 abdo
men 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 t
hat 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 re
luctant, 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 ov
er 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 b
ody 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 mam
i s nipples very energetically.
Aslam chacha: You idiot! You will never realize now what fun I am getting suckin
g 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 wa
ited patiently for his next command. This sucking and hugging went on for anothe
r 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 lu
nd 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 see
ing 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 h
er big plump thighs and further up. I continued pulling her sari and petticoat t
ogether across her very fair thighs and as Aslam chacha gave all his effort to r
aise her legs a little more, I was able to pull up everything till her waist exp
osing 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 smo
oth 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 un
covered. Aslam chacha started feeling the curls of her pubic hair with his finge
rs and was uttering all sorts of lewd sounds. Then he started feeling my mami s en
tire 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 floo
r 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 w
oman is entertained here, she also needs some there?
I was mature enough to understand that here means mami s pussy and there means her boo
bs. I readily nodded
and jumped on my mami s big bare tits and cupped her tight flesh in my palms and s
queezed them at my free will. I
noted Aslam chacha was vigorously fingering my senseless mami s choot while I enjo
yed the chance of my lifetime
squashing the naked boobs of a 40-year old married woman. I felt mami s body was v
ery faintly responding to our
touches and trembled marginally. I got scared because if she finds me in this st
ate 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.

Me: I felt she moved a bit
Aslam chacha: Hmm. She must
her senses? Me: Bah! Thank

He looked up at me with a question mark on his face.

when I was
have got heated and reacted. But is she getting back
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 pe
nis 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 touc
h as mami s body was lying motionless, but he managed to get his tool inside someh
ow 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 hi
ps 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 w
as ruthlessly cupping and mauling
her naked globes and pinching and sucking her big blackish nipples. He was licki
ng 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 hap
pened 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 M
e: Chacha! Mami is
I almost shouted as I saw mami nodding her head slowly and uttering a slight moa
n.
Aslam chacha left her body like a flash and stood up. He indicated to immediatel
y get dressed up and we were hurriedly wearing our clothes. Mami was still uncon
scious, but was probably getting to semi-sense once or twice abruptly. Aslam cha
cha 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 an
d squeezed her gorgeous boobs one last time, and he also placed her sari pallu o
n 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 dif
ficult job for me to do, as I was unable to pull out the sari bunch that was bel
ow mami s heavy buttocks.
Me: Chacha, p. pl please help
Aslam chacha again articulated his choicest adjectives for me and I quietly dige
sted them. Aslam chacha: Just keep your mouth shut. She is getting back her sens
es.
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 li
fted.
He then straightened mami s legs as far as possible, but unfortunately her body wa
s 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 brough
t 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 n
ot realize anything, at least at that
moment.
I am not aware if she realized that she was actually fucked by her neighbor whil
e 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 ma
rital relation evolved for my mami after that incident, but even today when I se
e 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 w
ere all red and heated up
listening to such a provocative story, that too from a young man s mouth. My nippl
es 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 not
ebook 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 l
ight.
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 v
ery well realized that his hands
would now be tracing my thighs and legs. Moreover, the encounter I had in Mr. Ya
dav 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 simp
ly a beast trying to molest me.
Master-ji: Madam, as per Guru-ji s specifications, your skirt will be a pleated sk
irt. I hope you know Madam whats the difference between a pleated skirt and a pl
ain 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 mat
erial upon itself and then stitching it into place. Its only tiresome for me Mad
am.
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 ou
t 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 gu
lped. 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 hes
itating to say. Me: Miniskirt! At this age? Impossible.
I could not believe it. I was nearly 30 years of age. Married. And considering m
y developed figure, if I wear a miniskirt I would look no better like a saucy gi
rl!
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 le
ngth 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 measu
rement and I assure you that I will get the skirt fitting for you as decent as p
ossible.
I tried to recover from it and prepared my mind to be ready to wear that tiny th
ing.
Me: I know you are talking sense Master-ji, but please understand I am a housewif
e 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 a
re somewhat comfortable with it. Me: How Master-ji?
Master-ji: Madam, see, this skirt will not cover anything more than your intimat
e parts, but if you can remember certain key things, you can still look reasonab
le.
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 y
our 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 f
act that I was still standing in front of two males clad only in my blouse and p
etticoat.
Master-ji: Madam, it s the same for the skirt also. But the key point that you nee
d to remember is to avoid unwanted peeps inside your skirt from the people aroun
d 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 s
o 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 everythi
ng.
I was till then listening to Master-ji with my eyes fixed on his face, but heari
ng 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 Deep
ak 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 Mas
ter-ji s hands below my waist area. I was really unsure if I could take any more o
f 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 jus
t 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. Mas
ter-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 a
s well not wearing anything! Master-ji: But Madam, what can I do? It has to be d
one as per the specs.

Deepak suddenly pulled out his voice. He was silent for sometime after completin
g his mami s story.
Deepak: Master-ji, I think Madam has a point. If the length of her skirt is so u
p 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 fel
t 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 ski
rt 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 i
f I intended to save some dignity. I thought if I wear the skirt some inches bel
ow 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 t
o 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 ab
solutely 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 he
m does not flutter too much.
This time I was truly impressed by the tailor and his apprentice s approach. It se
emed 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. D
eepak 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 n
ever fit you. Actually it is a sample Maha-yagya paridhan, which I stitched thre
e 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 fo
r 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 i
t Madam.
Me: What about the waist?
That was a silly question to ask as anyone could see that there was an elastic b

and 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 se
riously 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 she
dding 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-pi
ece 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 exercis
e of wrapping the skirt to my waist over my petticoat and then untying the latte
r 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: Ok
ay Madam, as you wish.
I went towards the toilet but could realize two pairs of eyes riveted on my sway
ing 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 expos
ed! I had never in my life worn such a short skirt. I distinctly remember the sk
irt that I had to wear
coming out of the toilet in front of that bastard in Mr. Yadav s house was at leas
t decently covering me till my
knees, but this one in no way will save my dignity. I started opening the knot o
f my petticoat and readily it slipped down to my feet on the floor leaving my le
gs and thighs completely naked. I was breathing faster and my nipples were getti
ng stiff and pressing on my bra cups.
As I looked at my exposed banana trunk like fair thighs my unusual passion to we
ar 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 aga
in. Though there was the elastic
band, as I tied the hook, I felt rather tight at my waist. I looked up in the mi
rror 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, b
anana trunk like thighs could be
seen, which remain exposed below my skirt. I noticed the skirt ended only coveri
ng 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 mal
e. It was so short and teasing that it
could only be worn absolutely privately or in the bedroom behind closed doors. T
hough for me also I had to wear it
behind closed walls of the ashram, but in front of several males including Guruji. And in no way I could evade this
situation of Maha-yagya. Hence I tried my best to make up my mind to be absolute
ly 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 kn
ow 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 dr
ums 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 thigh
s.
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 mic
ro-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 th
ankfully 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 ski
rt and started feeling how tight it was on my waist. Honestly my state was start
ing 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 pulli
ng 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 star
ted 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 re
d automatically and my lips were drying up.
Master-ji: Yes Madam, you are right. The waist needs three quarter inch cloth ex
tra to get a proper fitting. And I will also shift the hook half inch. Deepak, j
ust 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 b
elow 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 ho
ok 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 w
hole dignity lay in his hands as
that small piece of cloth hung from his fingers. My tailor was now alarmingly cl
ose 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 oppor
tunity 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 er
ect 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 ti
me with both hands trying to asses
the right position to wear the skirt, and simultaneously he kept his head touchi
ng 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 looke
d down. Me: Eeeeeeeeek!
A sound of that sort came out of my mouth as I looked down at my navel region. M
y whole navel area including my
large belly button was exposed. I could realize my skirt waistband now almost co
incided 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 l
ower 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 beautif
ul and attractive. So I think the more you can cover them in front of other peop
le, 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, h
is 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 hi
s palms brushing against my naked
warm upper thighs. I obviously was not very prepared for this and naturally retr
acted back a little. Feeling a hand
near my panty within my skirt, out of reflex action I closed my legs as far as p
ossible. 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 fashi
on below my skirt - taking his
fingers from the hem of the skirt upwards along the pleats, and then again comin
g down to check the next one. I
could not take that action as my whole body had goose bumps by then. I grabbed M
aster-ji s one hand below my
skirt and I could jolly well realize the scene looked awfully sexy. I was standi
ng in front of a man and he was
crouching before me with his hands inserted below my skirt and now I was grabbin
g one of his hands over my skirt.
Master-ji: Wha
Me: I I mean

What happened Madam?

please stoppppp.

Master-ji: But Madam, this is the way I check the inside pleats, otherwise I wou
ld 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 feeli
ng.
Master-ji: Oh! I thought okay, okay. That might happen Madam, as you are giving m
easurements for a skirt for the first time.
He laughed a little, and Deepak also joined him, and I also blushingly smiled ba
ck 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 th
ighs and give her an uncomfortable feeling. That s why I was checking while she wa
s wearing it.
Now I was also clear. So the approach was noble as far as my tailor was concerne
d, 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 m
iniskirt and blouse. No other covers on my body.
Master-ji: Now Madam, if you want, I will do some further checks only to guard y
our 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 we
re not at ease. But what I mean
to say now is - this has nothing to do with my measurements. Look Madam, since y
ou 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: Ma
dam, you don t have to do anything. I will guide you.
I felt cushioned by his statement and awaited further commands from this experie
nced old tailor.
Master-ji: Madam, now that you are wearing the skirt at the right position, I wi
ll do some basic checks regarding your posture and will help you adjust and amen
d if I see any aberrations. Okay?
Me: Fine Master-ji.
Master-ji: The main problem of wearing a miniskirt, as you also can realize Mada
m, is the upskirt view, for which
you will have to be very cautious. If you abide by my guidelines, I think, you w
ill 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 b
e alert while wearing the skirt?
Deepak: Certainly Master-ji. There are six main postures, namely standing, sitti
ng, 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 s
howpiece. 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. Frank
ly, 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 a
bove your panty waistband and also stretch the cloth to the hem over the front a
nd also the back like this.
Master-ji pretended as if he was wearing the skirt and imitated as if he was str
aightening 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; prob
ably anticipating the chance to grope a 28-year old half-naked housewife! I look
ed 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 ma
tter 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 ab
out 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 wher
e you were wrong.
Deepak directly touched my naked legs just above my knees and indicated me to cl
ose them further. I shivered momentarily getting a warm male touch on my bare kn
ees, 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 h
ands and started feeling and
pressing them to close the thin gap. The whole act drove me so crazy that I star

ted feeling jingle bells ringing in

my choot and instantly goosebumps covered the whole of my smooth thighs. I blush
ed 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 m
ind 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 d
oes 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 lo
oked blank. I instantly
remembered when my husband on my initial marriage days compared my boobs with ap
ples. 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 licki
ng 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 trie
d to make that up by itching my shoulder as if there was some irritation and the
reby 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 s
it while wearing a skirt. I looked at him questionably as I could not make out w
hat he wanted to relate. Master-ji elaborated.
Master-ji: One way is straightening your skirt on your hips with both hands whil
e sitting. And the other way is to pull up your skirt slightly and flow it aroun
d 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 bl
ame for that for my overdose of exposure and compromised state in front of my ta
ilor.

Master-ji: Yes Madam. So only the first option remains. I did not feel like answ
ering 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 my
self Master-ji.
Master-ji: I know Madam. But you need to know the exact way of doing it otherwis
e 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 t
o manage it exactly.
Deepak said it so very carelessly, however, I could well realize it would be ver
y 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. Mas
ter-ji was standing exactly
opposite to me.
Deepak: Madam, you have to hold the hem of the skirt by your thigh-sides, like t
his.
He held my skirt end from both sides and was touching me at my mid thigh area wh
ere the skirt ended. Though he
was gripping the hem of the skirt, the back of his fingers were constantly brush
ing 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 th
ereby 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 t
highs were completely exposed. I
could sense that below my ass cheeks my skirt had raised midway up my gaand. I f
elt 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 demonst
rate you fully Master-ji: Just a minute Deepak. Madam, do you always sit like thi
s?
I looked at my legs, all exposed. My fair marble-like thighs were looking extrem
ely 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, e
veryone 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 flashe
d 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 nee
d to be watchful. Interestingly, I have noted this tendency more common in marri
ed 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 answeri
ng 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 whil
e 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 agr
eement. 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! Dee
pak: 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 encountere
d. He was first holding on to the sides of my skirt and then moved his hands ove
r my round buttocks and feeling the whole fullness and roundedness of my gaand w
ith 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 o
ver. 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 instant
ly 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 han
ds 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 r
ule 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 ch
oice 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 t
hen 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 D
eepak 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. No
t 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 for
tunately 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 anyt
hing was left at all!
Master-ji: Because it s a tricky one
and you must be aware to what degree
I was looking uncertainly at him and
ster-ji: Madam, see. I will give you

Madam as bending can refer to various angles

you should bend and when to stop.
he was experienced enough to catch that. Ma
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 i
t up. But since you are wearing this miniskirt, you have to modify the way you p
ick 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 extr
avagant view you would provide to someone who is sitting or standing at your bac
kside?
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 wou
ld 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. H
onestly I was thanking Master-ji in my mind, as I really did not think so much d
eep in this regard.
Master-ji: Fine Madam. But at the same time, you should also know how much you c
ould bend from your waist
without showing anything I mean, Madam you should be aware of that because you mi
ght 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 posit
ion 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 havin
g 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 sen
sation 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 pe
ople.
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 an
d 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 sim
ply 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-but
tocks 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 toward
s 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 m
y exposed thighs with both hands.
I started bending my upper part of the body from my waist. Fortunately, there wa
s 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 smoothn
ess.
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 thig
hs 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 p
eeping under my skirt. He was so

desperate that I was shocked to notice that he was directly looking up turning h
is 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 tigh
ter. I felt like giving a tight slap to this young ruffian, but restrained mysel
f. I could realize I must have been looking horribly sexy in that pose. I extend
ed my vision to Master-ji and saw that he was openly scratching his loins with h
is 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 s
aw the assistant tailor almost poked his head in my skirt and was watching my pa
nty and now the main tailor was declaring that he could see my undergarment belo
w my skirt!
Master-ji: Madam, in this position your gaand is looking exactly like an oval fr
y 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 a
nd 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 doe
s not bend more.
I was purely perplexed at the sequence of events. Deepak now helping me to be fi
xed at that position brushed his
hands up along my thighs and under my skirt! I could feel his fingers on the low
er half of my naked buttocks!
I heard Master-ji coming near me. I casually looked down at my breasts and was s
hocked 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 fin
gers 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 Masterji released me fro
m this humiliating awareness program.
Deepak had to stop now. He for the last time stretched his both palms fully unde
r my skirt and cupped my full
gaand and felt its size and plumpness. I stood straight, but was feeling very un
comfortable, as Deepak had ignited again new sexual desires in me by his acts. A
s a natural reflex action, I straightened my skirt over my gaand with my right h
and and also adjusted my blouse and bra so that my milk jugs look somewhat conce
aled.
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 acc
ept 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 un
derstand that if you walk up the
staircase wearing this skirt ahead of any person, without a doubt you are inviti
ng 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 a
ware 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 out
side 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 waistl
ine and I was trying my best to save my dignity, but could realize that it was i
mpossible to keep my panty under cover. I could see my skirt mounting up my silk
y thighs almost to my groin and I quickly stretched it with my right hand. But a
s I lied down on the bed, I had to fold my legs just to some extent and I was su
re at that time both the males who were standing down my legs got a good peep in
to 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 ti
niest 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 Mah
a-yagya wearing this dress!
I got up from bed and was thinking to get out of this skirt immediately and at l
ast wear my sari, as I thought my measurement session along with this extra thin
g must have been over, but...
I missed something, very important. In fact I was missing the only aspect benefi
tting me!
After along time

here goes

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 the
re 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 ph
one 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 sa
ri wondering who it could be who has called here - from my residence? Mama-ji? A
s 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 sta
nding there with the phone. The very sight of this dwarfish man and his funny fa
ce 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 pi
cked 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 yeste
rday 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. M
e: 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 rep
lying. 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 yo
u 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 he
re. Rajesh: So kind of him.
Yes, very kind the way he kissed my forehead, traced my bra over my shoulder, mad
e me touch my boobs to his
chest, and the smack on my ass over my sari I instantly remembered everything. Ve

ry

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 ther
e was no one in the office room. Nirmal had gone away giving me the telephone an
d 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 almo
st 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 wi
th 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 m
iss 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 honest
ly 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 receive
r? 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, t
he bed looks so empty
I was getting pretty excited now listening to my husband s inviting words. I was h
olding the phone in my right hand
and my left hand automatically went inside my sari pallu over my blouse and I st
arted 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 s
ame 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 blo
use and I felt tighter. I looked around again and now loudly kissed my hubby ove
r 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 no
t 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 moth
er 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 r
emain 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. Imme
diately 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 appea
ling 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 Rajes
h 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 Deep
ak and my husband s passionate
talks, my whole body was heated up to a great extent. Master-ji was an experienc
ed man and he probably caught my emotions flowing and he quickly pushed me insid
e the main topic.
Master-ji: Madam, I need to stitch your undergarments too, as you cannot of cour
se 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 wing
s. 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 ho
me.
I smiled and nodded acknowledging a

thanks .

Me: Honestly Master-ji, I will be very I mean very grateful to you if you can cor
rect 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 probl
ems, then I am not an efficient tailor. Isn t it?
We smiled at each other. Actually my inner self felt quite relieved after talkin
g 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 w
ear, after sometime, it tends to lose the grip and squeeze into the center. Righ
t 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 fo
r 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 w
hat?
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 p
ulled 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 covera
ge.
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 uncomforta
ble.
Master-ji: The cloth is so small here that in the first place it s not covering yo
ur back properly and see Madam the elastic here also is poor and hence the grip is loose. That s why it is slippi
ng 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 i
n me discussing my panty with my
tailor. Deepak was also intently looking at my panty, which appeared to be on di
splay 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 ela
stic gets loosened.
Master-ji: But this lose ! No, no Madam. If the grip is not good at your waist, th
e 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 discardin
g like that
We all laughed at my words and the environment was lighter. My uneasiness also d
ecreased to some extent. Now Deepak joined the conversation.
Deepak: Master-ji, what s the average durability of the elastic that we give? Cust
omers must be washing it like Madam does.
Master-ji: Yes Deepak, the elastic that we stitch in is certainly of good qualit
y 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 nodd
ed in affirmation to Deepak.
Master-ji: That s clearly another reason for your problem. You should certainly av
oid 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? D
eepak: 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 hi
gher 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 n
ot 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 we
ar 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 th
ough 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 but
tocks, 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 k
eep your whole gaand under your
dress pretty much exposed. I think you will have almost the same feeling when yo
ur 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 tho
ng. Master-ji: Why?
Deepak: Just look at her gaand. She has such a super size. So fleshy, so round Ma
ster-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: Maste
r-ji, do one thing.
Master-ji: What?
Deepak: You hold Madam s panty like this and then you will take my point. Master-j
i: Lets see.
I saw Master-ji holding the waistband of my panty with both hands before his fac
e and Deepak stretching the panty fabric with both hands to assess how much fles
h it would cover of my big round ass!
My mouth was half open already. What are they doing? The discussion was so casua
l - they were discussing my PANTY and that too in front of me - I was simply bew
ildered. I could well realize things were getting out of my hand, but I was in n
o 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 h
ips, 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 asse
ss 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 wearin
g 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 w
earing my panty, I could not comprehend.

Master-ji: I can start the inspection right now. I assure you Madam you will def
initely 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 cover
age was under the microscope, I knew, but will Master-ji lift my sari up to my w
aist 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 talki
ng 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 you
r on your gaand?
I was aghast to hear time and again that word - gaand from the tailor! But I cou
ld 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 spec
ifically 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 w
hat I meant. Exactly.
Madam: O-k-a-y. So since you are rather stationary here in this room, you didn t f
ace 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 intima
te 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 bac
k 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 pant

y slips off your flesh and gets inside your ass cheeks? I mean the panty lines o
n 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 epi
sode would be divulged, especially
how I pretended to be senseless and encouraged Master-ji to enjoy my youthful bo
dy. So I considered it wise to
stay silent and gulp the humiliation because afterall whatever was happening wou
ld 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 mak
e 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 pett
icoat, no cover on them?
I was dumb. That was quite obvious that if my panty slipped into my ass crack, m
y 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 i
n 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. Mas
ter-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 slippin
g 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 the
n 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 coverag
e 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 rega
rding the back coverage of my
panty and that issue came up again just when I was getting adjusted to this verb
al 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 prot
ruding 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 ri
ght 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 saricovered bottoms gripping my ass flesh firmly over my sari. Deepak immediately ga
ve 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, y
es 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 petticoa
t and started to feel it with his fingers of his both hands. I could sense Deepa
k 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 w
oman and I was also no exception.
I could feel his hands all over my big gaand and leaving my panty line now his f
ingers 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 i
nto 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 t

he 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 rem
arks. 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 elasti
c 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. M
y annoyance was now
mixed with exhilaration of this sexy groping. Deepak was taking his time kneadin
g 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 pa
nty line!
Deepak: Master-ji, found it! Here it is!
Saying
dge of
ands
and my
y sari

that he traced his finger on my smooth butt skin over my sari along the e
my panty. My excitement was added to by every movement of Deepak s crafty h
whole body started releasing so much heat now that I felt like removing m
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 ben
t down to have his face near my
flaring ass. As Deepak was continuously touching my butts, I had to mildly wrigg
le 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 cou
ld 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 alr
eady. He removed Deepak s hand off my left ass cheek and directly touched and pres
sed me there. I could invariably feel that Master-ji s hand was bolder than his ap
prentice. He immediately pinched my ass as if signaling me that it was his hand. D
eepak 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 bu
ttock following my panty line. At this point I was trembling in sexual stimulati
on 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 r
eacted.
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 hornin
ess 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 inspecti
on !
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 up
right within my bra. Automatically whatever little shame was left in me evaporat
ed, and I brazenly began to massage my juicy boobs over my sari and blouse and a
lso outset swaying my heavy hips slowly in elation.
I didn t know whether Master-ji and Deepak noticed me doing this very sexy act, bu
t 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 w
as squeezing the cheeks of a little girl with two fingers! I was breathing heavi
ly 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 D
eepak, 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 e
nd 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 wo
uld 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 a
m not like that .
Me: No, no Master-ji, actually after I wear it, I make sure to stretch it proper

ly 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 presse
d 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 out
side your panty Madam. Deepak: Master-ji, Madam has such a nice treasure, why sh
ould 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 sh
ow 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 ha
rder 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 force
ful 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 remem
ber 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 muc
h 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 a
nd 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 wo
manly 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 e
njoying every bit of suppleness and
smoothness of my gorgeous ass. I was getting increasingly heated up and my butto
cks 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 unco
mfortable 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 sim
ultaneously both gave me tight
squeezes on my gaand cupping my tight flesh from over my sari to make me pant li
ke a traveler without water in the
desert.
I was amazed to see the courage of these two males. Petty tailors - commenting l
ike 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 De
epak 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 m
ales 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 t
he middle of my ass cheeks over my sari and petticoat to check the firmness of m
y buttocks. My lips were drying up every now and then and my nipples were extrem
ely 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 bo
obs 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 dre
ss and the undergarments by 09:00 p.m. here again. Since the Maha-yagya start ti
me is around 11:00 p.m., we will have substantial time if you need any further c
orrection 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 tou
ch 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 an
d 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 so
me time trying to realize what I underwent in the last one hour or so and what s i
n 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 no
t 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 i
t 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 d
oor. Nirmal was at the door.
Nirmal: Afternoon Madam. Sleeping at this hour?
I somehow resisted laughing looking at the face of this short-statured personali
ty. 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. Bu
t certainly his eyes were roving along
my bust-line under my sari pallu, though the fact remained that his height was s
uch 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 co
nveniences. 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 y
agya 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 differ
ent parts of the yoni. This list of the Mahavidyas differs from that in Todala T
antra.
One becomes Kalika s son and renowned. Devi is at the base of the yoni and Naganan
dini 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 m
an is useless even in 1000 lifetimes. Guru is clearly Siva and his partner is th
e 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 becaus
e one is born in a Brahmin home.
Candali, Lady of Hosts, the foremost one, is the center of the yoni. By worshipp
ing 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-theSmiling-Face, Naganandini. Lord, 64 tantras have been created. Tell me, Ocean of
Compassion, about the chief of these. Mahadeva said: Listen, dearest Parvati, t
o 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 y
oni 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 alway
s worship Durga in my heart lotus. This liberates the mind from distinctions suc
h as Divya and vira. O Lady Goddess! worshipping in this manner, liberation is p
laced within a person s reach.

A yoni worshipper should prepare the Sakti mantra. He gains wealth, poesy, wisdo
m 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 wa
y, he may become liberated.
The fruit of doing puja to the great yoni, deliverer from the ocean of misery, i
s life and enhanced vitality. The yoni which has bled is suitable for worship. D
o not worship a yoni which has never bled. Worshipping a yoni which has never bl
ed 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.
Parvat said: Ocean of Compassion, by what method should the yoni, which is the es
sence 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 cos
mos, 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 shou
ld offer bali, flowers and so forth. If
incapable of this, worship with wine, O Durga. One should do pranayama and my si
x 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 undevot
ed. Mahadevi, the Yoni Tantra is revealed from love for you.
If a person should gaze at a yoni while ritually bathing, his life becomes fruit
ful. 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 g
aze 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 sh
ould always avoid blame, disgust or shame of the yoni. Unless the yoni is worshi
pped 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 dwell
ing place is certainly destroyed. What point is there to bathing in the Ganges o
r in other tirthas? Dearest, in this matter relating to a powerful sadhaka alway
s worshipping the vagina, what use is there of many words?
Whosoever in this Kali Yuga recites mantra in a supremely devoted way specifical
ly 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 predispositio
n of pashas. Worship a nubile yoni
in a highly ecstatic way.
Whosoever in this Kali Yuga recites mantra in a supremely devoted way specifical
ly 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 o
f 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, Bhuvane
shvari, 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, on
e becomes
unsuccessful and therefore is reborn again.
That which is written in this Yoni Tantra all sadhakas should accomplish accordi
ng to their own wills. Mahesani,
meditate as being absorbed in the yoni cakra, with yoni on the tongue, yoni in t
he 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.
>>
I did not notice how time went by and after going through the book, I was washin
g 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 w
ithin myself as I pantyless within my sari in front of two males though there wa
s 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 an
d 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-yearold 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 bi
t shy to check that in front of them.
Master-ji: Madam, You better give a trial of everything. I think all should be o
kay the way I have taken measurement.
He said the last few words looking at my eyes. I quickly shifted my gaze in sham
e and hurried to the toilet. Since I was pantyless, I could realize my heavy gaa
nd 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 prob
ably 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 blou
se and then unhooked my brassiere.
My big, round, youthful boobs popped out of my bra and undulated a bit being fre
e. Naturally my nipples started to get hard, as my mammaries were completely bar
e now. I swallowed my breath, as I heaped my used bra and blouse above my sari o
n 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 t
hey were aware that I had not taken any of the newly stitched fabric from the do
or 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 f
irm 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 decide
d 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 pettico
at 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 t
his 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 m
y trunk. I quickly took the panty off my teeth and entered my legs one by one in
to 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 fi
tted. 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 sp
herical 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 wa
s aware that I was not wearing anything except my undies while I was answering M
aster-ji. So, I briskly snatched the skirt off the door top and unsurprisingly i
t 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 part
icular?
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
lkul 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 di
fferent 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 tu
b 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 t
he way my blouse kept half of my
boobs exposed. As I buttoning up I could see the square neckline of my blouse ke
pt 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

bi

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 do
ing 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 bl
ouse 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 i
n that sexy dress. Deepak: Ai la! Madam, you look great in this all white costum
e.
I ignored his comment and pointed the top hook of my blouse to Master-ji. Me: Ma
ster-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 smal
l. 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 mang
oes 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 prett
y much exposed at the top. Master-ji: Madam, what about your bra fittings? Comfo
rtable?
Me: Yes, yes okay.
Master-ji: You must be feeling a bit tighter? Since this blouse is devoid of str
aps, it would naturally be tighter on you Madam.
He directly wanted to indicate me that I must be feeling tighter on my boobs wea
ring 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 th
at 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. Th
en? I was puzzled and tried to
confirm.
Me: Master-ji I mean I guess these are meant to be put inside. Master-ji: Obviousl

y 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 gav
e 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 j
ust kept dumb looking at the floor.
Master-ji: Madam, that s why I was surprised when you said you needed a still bigg
er 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 tran
sparent fluid.
Master-ji: Madam, it s not sticky, so you will not feel uncomfortable, but would h
old 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 Dee
pak. Okay? Me: Okay. Bye Master-ji.
Deepak and Master-ji went off and I stood in the room wearing that super-hot dre
ss looking like the vamp of a
Hindi film. I locked the door and went back to the toilet as the mirror was ther
e. 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 c
over myself properly with that
scanty dress. I went back to bedroom and was still trying hopelessly how I looke
d if I sit or stoop. I was only
advertising vulgarity and this Maha-yagya paridhan was oozing out sensuality wit
h 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 info
rmed 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 smo
ky 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 set
ting.
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 firs
t thing for you of course is to get a bath and be in the Maha-yagya paridhan. Th
en we will have the yagya started.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: After that there is the Mantra Dan , Ashram Parikrama and then Chandrama Arad
hana . 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 t
he book that I was reading before coming here. Just then Sanjeev and Uday entere
d the room.
Guru-ji: Come, come. Anita, in the whole yagya process today Uday and Sanjeev wo
uld 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 fe
lt 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? Mee
nakshi: 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 attache
d 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 bein
g 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 an
d 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 alre
ady hanging from the hook of the door. Meenakshi took the packet from my hand an
d 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 M
aha-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 goa
l 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 opene
d 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 wa
s surely making me hesitant, as I
had never got naked in such an illuminated ambiance especially as a grownup. I r
emembered the time of diksha when
I took my bath in this same toilet, but then I was alone, but this time Meenaksh
i 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. Th
ere also I forcefully made sure
to switch off the light in the toilet while we took the bath. But this was too m
uch, 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 rovin
g 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 pra
yer 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, whi

ch 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 t
ags 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 thou
gh we females do discuss these
issues quite openly amongst ourselves, but since Meenakshi was not a friend or r
elative 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 peni
s 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 wate
r to have the lather easily. As I made every movement my full sized mammaries ji
ggled and undulated being totally free. Within minutes I
completed soaping my neck, shoulders, boobs, abdomen, and genitals. I had to adm
it 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 t
he soap over my smooth, fair
thighs and the touch of another hand, though female, in my thigh area passed a ho
t 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 th
e 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 c
ourse enjoyed the touch just over

my G-spot. Meenakshi also seemed to be enjoying that and she was playfully parti
ng 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, look
ing like two ripe g****s, and stood upright off my round breast surface. I appea
red 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 erec
t 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 start
ed 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 movi
ng in circular fashion over my round naked buttocks. At one time I had to squeez
e 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 t
o 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 f
rothing 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 fi
gure and started washing the foam off my body. Within a minute or two my bath wa
s 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 t
o 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 interrupte
d. 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 qui
te 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. Tho
ugh it was not a massage, but after that cold water bath it was a welcome feel a
nd 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 p
alms 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 w
ill 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 t
hen proceeded to my long arms. It was not a massage of course, but then her touc
h 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 eac
h of my bouncy boobs and
glistened them with oil. Though my eyes were closed I could feel her hands cuppi
ng 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 h
er 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 him
self. 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 standin
g 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 th
e 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 i
n 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. Sim
ply don t worry about these silly things.
Silly ! She calls it silly! She pasted small papers on my nipples and pussy - how c
ould 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 l
ooked 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 reco
vered 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 p
anty in my right hand and my whole
body was naked.
Meenakshi: Madam, actually the norm is to face the east side while bathing for t
he 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 d
ark quarters of the ventilator
placed quite deep into it, but I did not pay much heed to that and was busy stre
tching 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 lo
w-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 camer
a 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 leg
s 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 gl
ued 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:
I use them
She smiled
she would

Yes Madam and for that only these extra-covers actually quite handy.
often as my nipples are very much swollen.
shyly while saying that. Meenakshi was a plump matured woman and that
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 t
o wear only the blouse.
Me: Oh! That s very embarrassing then.
Meenakshi: Yes, that was the feeling in my initial days, now am habituated becau
se 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 p
resent 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 t
his 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 c
holi upwards to cover my deep
exposed cleavage. The whole room was adorned with a variety of items, which I mu
st say was a gala affair. As I
looked carefully through the smoke I noticed the whole room was almost covered w
ith 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 atti
re!
Guru-ji s eyes roved from my face to toenail of my accented figure in this mini dr
ess. 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 concentrati
on 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 cha
nting mantras very loudly. My only prayer to Linga Maharaj was the success of th
is yagya so that I reach my goal of motherhood. The prayer went on for almost tw
o 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-forme
d thighs were all exposed through the miniskirt I was wearing. Guru-ji was sitti
ng 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 th
at? 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 fron
t of my short skirt. I quickly tried to recover from that state by removing my h
ands 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 m
y 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 mantr
as 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 ende
d.
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 t
hat 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 tha
t would not suffice, but still took a chance.
Guru-ji: What happened Anita? Why did you stop half way? I was expecting that on
ly.
Me: No, actually
Seeing my expressions Guru-ji realized my problem, but the way he openly verbali
zed 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 Ud
ay 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 Mad
am is wearing her panty. Guru-ji: Right, right. So Anita?
Beads of perspiration came up on my forehead thinking what to reply. Guru-ji alo
ng with Uday and Sanjeev - all the three males were all looking at me. My lips o

nly 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 A
nita. She can keep that on her lap.
I felt relieved to have covered my plump naked thighs with Uday s saffron cloth an
d 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 fo
r this reason only, but now I tried to
concentrate on the yagya. But it was difficult for me as I could also clearly se
nse that by sitting that way my
miniskirt hiked halfway up my round ass and I will have to be rather cautious wh
ile I ascend from this position.
Guru-ji: Okay, now keep your hands stretched on your knees and repeat the mantra
s loudly as I say.
He began with the mantras and I stretched my arms to my folded knees thereby ben
ding 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 clea
vage 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 constan
tly visible, but I never expected it would look so appealing and prominent me be
ing 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 throu
ghout. My naked thighs were well covered now with the uttariya of Uday, but ther
e was no way I could hide my exposed cleavage.
Guru-ji: Anita, now that your diksha is complete and you have submitted your pra
yer 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 nee
ds your libido going. You come and stand here near the agni . Uday, you give her th
e 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 male
s. 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 ear
s 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 s
mall 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 pla
ce yagya processes were quite
intimate. The art of Tantra underlines involvement. And I need the same involvem
ent 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 fr
ankly did not want a repeat show. It was a real shame for me, especially being m
arried, 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, yo
ur 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 abov
e 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 Mahayagya. 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 wh
isper it in your ear. Anita, you turn and face Uday, close your eyes, and fold y
our arms in the form of prayer.
Uday: Madam, come closer.
How close? I was almost standing by his side. Definitely if it were somewhere el
se, 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 ma
n 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 mi
driff 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 n
ot 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 prob
ably 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 a
t my sides, my protruding boobs would definitely press against his flat broad ch
est 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 b
ent 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 verbal
izing 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 i
t 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 microm
ini and exposing everything in front of a male other than his husband - so he mu
st 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 meage
r 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 co
uld feel he was trying to hug me with both hands. Since Guru-ji was sitting ther
e 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 too
k 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 m
e 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 ti
mes 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 b
reathing heavier than normal as he had already aroused me with his lewd moves. W
ith closed eyes I could feel his hands descending down my naked back onto my ski
rt. Sanjeev had an advantage that Guru-ji and Uday were behind him and they coul
d in no way see what his hands were doing on my back. I was getting more and mor
e stiff as he was verbalizing the mantra very slowly in my ear the fourth time a
nd 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 accept
ed his groping. I almost had a wet
pussy the way he was pressing and kneading my tight ass cheeks in that short per
iod 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 Sanj
eev evidently stroked his penis within his dhoti as he went back to his old posi
tion. Guru-ji ascended and came near me. My heart was beating again thinking gur
u-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 fee
l my skin through the thin fabric of the blouse, more so as there was no strap o
n my shoulders because I was wearing a strapless brassiere. He
started murmuring the mantra and I tried to concentrate with closed eyes and fol
ded arms.
Nothing much happened with Guru-ji except for his lips touching my right ear tim
e 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 in
cident.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Now that
the Ashram Parikrama.

Mantra Dan

is complete, Anita you need to do

I was not sure what that exactly meant though I could guess I have to walk aroun
d 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 comm
on 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 c
ircumference 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 lam
p and will also help you locate the replicas carved on the wall. Okay?
Me: Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: But

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 surpr
ised. 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 San
jeev'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 ver
y Ashram Parikrama.
Me: What was that?
Guru-ji: That lady was from New Delhi and she was very bold. Her name was Bindiy
a. That night though was
sparklingly moonlit, I advised her to take one of my disciples along with her, b
ut 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 hap
pened.
Guru-ji: You know these villages are not very safe especially for women. Unfortu
nately, when she went past the door of the ashram to the backside, two rowdy dru
nk 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 comp
leting 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 sha
melessly. 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 gras
s 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
me to think! Guru-ji looked at my face. Uday and Sanjeev were also looking
. I avoided the eye contact.
Guru-ji: You know Anita, Bindiya was not as pretty as you that people will
ttracted to her Poor lass! It was a very frustrating status for her and I
bad especially because she was under my supervision.
Guru-ji paused and it appeared he truly felt pain for the incident.

asking
at me
get a
felt so

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. Naturall
y, 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 th
ere and saved her. She only had her panty on her body and believe me Anita, I wa
s so very relieved seeing that.
What a way to get relieved I exclaimed within myself! I was as usual started bre
athing 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 h
er boobs and face. She also got hurt on her buttocks, which I realized when I re
moved 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 s
econd 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 eno
ugh to again undergo the Mahayagya and she is today a proud mother.
Guru-ji: Yes, yes. That s true. Even after that molestation episode, she was coura
geous 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 whil
e 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 f
our Linga replicas and each time you sprinkle this holy waters like this. And la
stly 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 M
e: 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 cumbersom

e 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 insi
de 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 pr
oblem?
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 ge
tting shamefully exposed each time I lifted my hands over my head, but the darkn
ess of the night gave me some cover.
Uday had a lighted torch in his hand and he was going alongside me. Honestly I w
as 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 h
ow I extracted more pleasure out
of it!
Honestly there was no fear in me even after hearing the molestation story of Bin
diya from Guru-ji. Today I was a
bit reserved with Uday because I knew I had to successfully undergo the Maha-yag
ya, 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 sec
ret 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. T
he opportunist! I clearly smelt an odor of envy from Uday s voice and instigated h
im 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 bec
omes more envious. Uday: Huh! Madam, you are innocent. You did not realize his m
oves.
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 wav
e 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 histo
ry. 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 L
inga 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 fashi
on, I could well judge that my fleshy gaand was moving in a very sexy way, swayi
ng up and down, right and left. Thank God! There was no one watching me from beh
ind. 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 circumfer
ence 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 wal
king slowly and carefully.
The night was so quiet outside the ashram in this village that a sense of desert
ed 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 t
his grassy trail, I would surely die out of fear. My throat was getting drier an
d hands also getting colder thinking of Guru-ji s description of Bindiya being har
assed.
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 m
ade 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 o
pen field along the circumference of the ashram in the nighttime, it was like fl
eets 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 the
re 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 rep
lica 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 regardin
g 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 t
he 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 f
or 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 tri
ed my best to quickly finish off the
process.
Suddenly I noted the torch illumination going off from the Linga replica in fron
t 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 t
he 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 w
as 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 ben
t posture and gave a very hard look at Uday. Alas! I could not speak. I sprinkle
d 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 h
ere.
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 an
d 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 co
urse not in excitement, but in anxiety. Uday looked down at my heaving boobs - s
ince both my arms were lifted up holding the thali, more than half of my firm mi
lk-tanks were popping out of my blouse and were appearing like free offers to hi
m.
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 dis
approval of his act. I did not want to divert my mind on to anything else, but t
he 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 cup
ped my mammaries with both his
palms. I struggled in his arms feeling his hard prick poking my soft gaand throu
gh his dhoti. I could not leave the
thali and I had to keep my hands up above my head and Uday took full advantage o
f 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. Y
ou 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 p
ressed 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 expressi
ons, but he was getting excited by the moment. I suddenly felt that Uday was pul
ling up my miniskirt. My mouth gaped wide as I knew very well that my intimate p
arts would get exposed if my skirt hikes up just a few inches. But I felt so hel
pless 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 sex
ually 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 nothin

g 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 clo
sed 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 wi
th the moon still playing hide and seek with the clouds. Honestly after Uday hug
ged me I was, in fact, not feeling the nervousness or the fear of the dark! I sm
iled 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 an
d bushes were the maximum at
that place. Though I was very careful regarding placing my steps, but unfortunat
ely 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 c
are 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 t
his time was standing directly
behind me; though I was aware, I had little option. I had to lean forward once a
nd 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 lo
oks 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 b
leeding, 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 count
ing 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: Wi
ll 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 fee
ling the pain, as I was exerting pressure on my left leg for walking, hence I co
ntinued to limp.
Uday: Madam, are you still in pain?
I nodded to indicate yes . He seemingly was a bit astonished. Uday: I thought I cle
ared the thorn, but
I was getting increasing pain now in my sole with every step and was unable to w
alk at all. I was getting off balance
because of my hands being raised up for holding the thali. My face was exhibitin
g 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 t
horns 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 band
age.
I could not check the injury myself also in front of Uday wearing this skimpy ou
tfit. Uday: Madam, shall I give you a hand?
He was careful this time probably thinking of my reaction last time when he hugg
ed 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 should
er 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 a
lternatives. 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 l
eft 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 t
hrough 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 constra
int 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 cove
r.
I was biting my lips and wondering what to do. I was feeling pretty down and jus
t 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 fu
rther.
I limped forward to him somehow on one leg and as I did that my big boobs jiggle
d 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 th
e 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 y
ou 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 you
r 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 lo
ve to him, but currently I was amidst a yagya process. How could I allow this no
w?
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 a
greed. Agreed to what? To get onto Uday s lap and he would carry me the rest of th
e path to the ashram gate!
I tried to figure out when was it last when my husband took me in his lap and wa
lked. 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 m
e up in his lap he invariably pulled up my nighty till my thighs and walked to t
he 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, thereb
y 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 onc
e, no no, twice I was fortunate
to enjoy that. It was during an outing just back to back to my honeymoon. We wen
t 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 cros

sed 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. I
t 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 t
o do as Uday bent slightly to grip me around my naked thighs. He embraced me wit
h both hands just below the area where my skirt ended and in the process his fac
e buried in my navel. I almost shrieked in excitement and embarrassment. But bef
ore 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 stil
l 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 init
ially 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 o
nce 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 hi
s 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 no
t know what to do. Shall I indicate him to stop once and straighten my skirt? Bu
t 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 wa
s 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 st
op him.
I indicated hammering my right elbow a couple of times on his head to stop walki
ng 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 fel
t my panty-covered ass with his hand as he descended me down. Since my hands wer
e 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 befor
e 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, whic

h 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 t
o
I smiled mildly when he said, you are not too heavy , though my husband s complaint f
or the last few months had been that I was overweight, but at the same time he p
refers 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 sha
melessly stepped forward limping so that he can again take me up in his lap. I c
losed my eyes as he lifted me again in his lap and this time Uday was rather ind
ecent 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 righ
t over skirt-covered buttocks. This time he held me in such an angle that his fa
ce 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 ent
ered 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 w
hat s the matter?
Guru-ji was quite concerned. Uday quickly dropped me down from his lap and I als
o 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 s
tepped 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 su
ch a prolonged time holding that thali up my head!
Guru-ji: I was getting concerned that whether you will be able to make the Parik
rama 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. Gur
u-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: S
urely Guru-ji.
Though it was paining once more as I stepped forward, but it was manageable hold
ing onto Guru-ji s outstretched right hand. We reached the yagya room where I foun
d 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 hi
s 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 alwa
ys 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 knee
s and thighs closed so that I do not flash my panty. All of my thighs and legs r
emained 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 pers
onality of Guru-ji s stature sitting there made me very uncomfortable. He gently t
ook 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 ke
pt my hands on my lap so that my miniskirt did not move up to much for a free sh
ow. I turned to Sanjeev and found he was staring at my glistening smooth naked l
egs.
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 f
elt much better and thanked Guruji.
But that Sanjeev seemed to be more pleased than me! I knew the reason. He was ge
tting 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 i
n 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 als
o 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 j
ob, 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 Do
odh Sarovar snan (=bathing in a milk pond). Chrandrama, i.e. Moon is the Fertili
ty God. Did you know that?
I signaled affirmatively.
Guru-ji: So this worship is extremely important and you need to follow what I sa
y absolutely diligently. After the worship to attain the divine goal you will ne
ed to distil your body with milk. White stands for the symbol of purity, you mus
t 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 extr
emely 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 mys
elf 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 l
ate 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: Mean
ing?
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 breas
ts and I mean
I was not that shameless to verbalize the word pussy
rson, may it be a female.

in the presence of another pe

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 m
y 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 t
ime. I was rather confused.
Me: But But Meenakshi why are you holding that with that forceps? Meenakshi smile
d 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 i
n forceps.
Meenakshi: Madam, if you can lift your skirt up would help as my once hand is en
gaged.
I turned my back to her and gently pulled up my skirt from behind. It was so awk
ward, 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 tho
se papers on my ass cheeks.
Realizing that I quickly pulled my panty down and exposed my gaand to her. Now t

he sensation had changed from

awkward to sensuous. I was standing with my panty half way down my legs in the r
oom 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 go
rgeous 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 tur
ned 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 y
ou 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 an
y case the paper is scorching hot.
Meenakshi: Madam, pull up your panty and I will first press the paper on your as
s cheek over your panty.
I felt that would definitely help me. I quickly pulled up my panty to cover my b
uttocks and used my both hands to stretch it over my faring butt skin. I could t
hen 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 t
he warm papers were dissipating through my panty.
Meenakshi: Madam, now you can pull down your panty and I can put the papers with
in.
Honestly, this was the most awkward exercise I had ever done. In such a small sp
an of time I had to pull up and
down my panties multiple times. Hardly do I remember a case where I did such a n
aughty 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 comfortab
le and followed Meenakshi out of the room. She went to the courtyard of the ashr
am where Guru-ji, Sanjeev, and Uday were all waiting for us. I was now quite adj
usted to exposing in front of these males. My miniskirt was providing my legs an
d thighs fully exposed to all and my square necked blouse was displaying generou
sly my deep cleavage and oozing boob flesh.
Guru-ji greeted me with a smile stealing a glance of by skirt-covered ass. He mu
st 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 t
he 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 t
hat there was clear reflection of the moon in the waters within. Though there wa
s 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 me
ans 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 wor
ship. 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 shoul
d be to make you fertile. Nothing less, nothing more.
Guru-ji and myself both turned ourselves to the reflection of the moon and folde
d 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 wais
t. 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 wa
s 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, especiall
y when your eyes are closed. Though it was a prayer and I knew I need to concent
rate 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-c
overed 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. Gu
ru-ji: Jai Chandrama! Linga Maharaj!
He ended the prayer. He was still standing at my back. Uday and Sanjeev were sta
nding 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-cove
red 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 opti
on for me. Guru-ji must have got a
grand view of my miniskirt-covered flaring ass. I quickly ascended and offered t
he 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 wit
h 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 auth
enticated your prayer.
Right then I noticed Sanjeev had lighted up some dry coconut shells with some ch
emicals on two pots and smoke

started to fill up the whole place. The scent of the smoke was typical of the od
or 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 boo
bs were looking like searchlights on my figure in this moonlit atmosphere. He he
ld me by my shoulders.
Guru-ji: Anita, now that you have prayed for fertility, you need to actually mak
e 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 orga
n via a medium through this Mahayagya. I will help you attain that power.
Guru-ji raised his chin up towards the moon and with folded arms started a praye
r 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 choic
est blessings on her. Please empower her sex organs so that she can taste mother
hood. 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 chi
lling reverberating voice I was getting spellbound.
Guru-ji: Since you have come to this stage successfully Anita, I don t think you w
ill feel shy attaining this power.
Will you?
His voice was piercing the silence of the night and it was so commanding! I nodd
ed, but Guru-ji seemed not satisfied.
Guru-ji: Speak aloud Anita. You are not replying to me. You are actually replyin
g to Chandrama. I quickly folded my arms as if in prayer. Guru-ji repeated his q
uestion.
Guru-ji: Will you feel shy achieving this divine strength? Me: No I mean I will n
ot 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 pot
s 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 get
ting impatient seeing my silence.
Guru-ji: Anita, don t waste the time. The clouds might hide the moon again and the
n all our efforts would be a
waste!
It was true that the sky had cleared up somewhat and we could see the moon conti
nuously for sometime now not
being covered up by any cloud. I tried to rebuild my confidence and leaving apar
t 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
three males was a tough call for me.
Me: And on my breasts and pu pussy.

in fron

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 tag
s 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 wi
th your fertility sanctification. Empower her with your celestial energy. Jai Ch
andrama!
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 mal
e apart from my husband; that too
when we were at a conjugal peak on our bed. Honestly, my husband does hardly spe
ak such smutty terms even when
at full peak during intercourse. But I was shocked to hear such language about m
e from a towering personality like
Guru-ji!
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Look at this poor girl and have mercy. She has everythin
g, yet has a vacant lap. She has a loving husband, yet love is not getting bloom
ed.
Each time Guru-ji was addressing me as a girl I was blushing. Surely by no means a
t 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 h
elp 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 nee
ds the little help to borne the
fruit in her womb. Her key to happiness is in your hand. Through your sacred lig
ht bless her Chandrama! Bless her.
Though apparently it seemed ridiculous praying to the moon, but
such I also started believing that the moon s sacred light will
l power!
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Look at her boobs - they are so bubbly,
tive! Guru-ji directly pointed his finger to my boobs! I simply

the setting was

enlighten my sexua
firm, and attrac
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 R
ambha 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 motherh
ood 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 s
uperlatively. Jai Chandrama!
Uday and Sanjeev echoed in chorus and I thought that this would end now, but I w
as 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 s
upersensitive! 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 th
em 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 t
owards the sky I was feeling
somewhat frightened. His tall structure, voice clarity, moonlit night, and the m
ystic 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 rel
ease it to empower it with
Chandrama s influence for the next 10 seconds. And throughout the process only cha
nt 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 t
he 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 especial
ly in the presence Uday and
Sanjeev. I was already half striped in this micromini dress in front of these ma
le 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 als
o 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 absolutel
y 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 st
rips of papers.

Me: Okay.
Guru-ji: I will instruct you and you need to just obey that, but remember not st
op your chant.
I nodded and noticed Sanjeev and Uday were standing pretty close, which means th
ey would have a very clear view of my stripping act. I turned my focus towards S
anjeev and he was undoubtedly giving impatient looks, as he knew a plump woman l
ike 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 m
aking my deep cleavage
prominently visible to all the males. My heart was racing fast as I knew the nex
t 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 y
our panty. You just raise your skirt with one hand so that your gaand gets the f
ull moonlight.
I was of course very hesitant to pull up my skirt in front of three grownup male
s, but by that time convinced my mind that I had to do that shameless act. I con
soled my mind by saying to my mind that my family members or my hubby would neve
r 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 enoug
h 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 st
retch 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 thos
e 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 alre
ady so hard and piercing my bra fabric. I could not open my eyes for a moment ev
en in utter
humiliation. I remembered in school in higher classes we had a PT teacher who wa
s a pervert and used to make girls pull up their skirts giving lame reasoning an
d 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 stript
ease!
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 of
f your body, just open the buttons.
I opened my eyes once and looked so very timidly towards Guru-ji and others. Fro
m within the tub and even in that smoky environment, I did not miss to notice th
e huge erection of Guru-ji under his dhoti, which appeared like a tent now. Sanj
eev almost gave me a shock as I noticed him scratching and pressing his penis ov
er his dhoti very openly. Uday seemed relatively calm!
I tried to concentrate on the mantra and started unbuttoning my choli. As I open
ed the last button, my bracovered heavy boobs along with a massive cleavage were on display to my male aud
ience. 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 exceptio
n.
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 max
imum pleasure out of them. And let your nipples be blessed with supersensitivene
ss and rosiness so that whenever your husband touches you, even if its just hold
ing the hand, your nipples grow up to their full resilient structure. Jai Chandr
ama!
Standing with my choli buttons open in front of three males was making me perspi
re already and now listening to such very direct sexy comments, I was getting se
riously (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. Min
d you, keep your index finger just on your hole, the tag is just to the left sid
e of your slit I suppose.
I was dying in shame hearing this instruction, but knew that I had to do it. I r
aised 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 drop
ped my skirt to cover my panty. I was almost dyspneic having continuously chanti
ng 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 cho
li 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 n
ot 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 execu
te in front of males.
Guru-ji: Now we will proceed to the Doodh Sarovar snan, which is basically a ste
rilization process of the body and soul. The color white as you know is the symb
ol of purity and there is no better alternative than milk for attaining cleanlin
ess. Are you getting me?
Me: Yes, yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Till such time Sanjeev and Uday make the arrangements let us take a wal
k.
Saying that Guru-ji started walking down the courtyard while Sanjeev and Uday we
nt 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 o
f 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 wo
rry? Remember to attain true
sexual pleasure whereby you can attain a healthy pregnancy, the mind has to be a
bsolutely 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 min
d was constantly skeptical
about where the sarovar was for the Doodh Sarovar snan and will I have to take bat
h in front of everyone!
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
I paused a little.
Me: Guru-ji, I mean I was wondering about the
r something of that sort within the ashram.

sarovar . I have not noticed a pond o

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 t
he 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 mista
ke 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 a
verage 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 invari
ably. It must fit properly and tightly
on them.
Saying that he just made his palms look like two cups indicating how my bra woul
d 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 th
at .
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 c
an 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 a
bout 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, bu
t with new attachments! Uday
and Sanjeev were also present. The tub was empty and now had transparent light b
lue 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 c
onnection 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 purifica
tion 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 ass
umably holds my choli, miniskirt, and undergarments. Uday was standing with a to
wel. 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 m
e up to reach the step when Guru-ji s warm hand pulled me inside the tub. Then Uda
y closed and locked the last side attachment with myself and Guru-ji standing wi
thin 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 foll
owing the mantra aloud, my mind
was getting nomadic in this unfamiliar setting. The ambiance was such that hones
tly 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 happenin
gs 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 b
ath 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 o
r salwar-kamiz whatever I was wearing, but myself being rather conservative resi
sted 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 t
ime to fill in.
I was shaken up by Guru-ji s words and felt lukewarm milk covering the floor of th
e 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 i
mportantly, 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 th
e ripples formed within the
bathtub mildly hitting my legs, I instantly harked back to my visit to the Walta
ir 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 whe
re alongside me and my husband, Manohar Uncle, Sunita Bhabie, and Ritesh accompa
nied us. There also warm seawater was slowly
kissing our feet, which is very much similar to the warm milk here; I was holdin
g Ritesh s hand there and here also Guru-ji is holding my hand; in both cases my h
usband 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 neigh
bors. Before marriage Rajesh
had toured a couple of places with them along with his parents. So the bonding w
as quite strong and as Ritesh used
to visit our house occasionally I was also pretty comfortable. Ritesh was my hus
band s age, around 32-33, bachelor.
Manohar Uncle and Sunita Bhabie was an elderly couple, their daughter was marrie
d only the previous year and lived
in Delhi.
We were having a nice time from the onset of the journey. Manohar Uncle though n
earing 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 f
or his age. Photography was his hobby. There was some age difference between Man
ohar Uncle and Sunita Bhabie as it used to be in the past and she was nearing he
r forties. Bhabie also was very
cooperative and was like a friend to me. Like most housewife of that age, she ha
d a plump body structure, but considering she had a 20-year old daughter, she wa
s not disproportionate or flabby. Unlike a woman of forty, she was also very ene
rgetic 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 o
n the first day and spend the rest
two days on the beach. Since Manohar Uncle was busy with his photography subject
s, Rajesh, me, Sunita Bhabie
and Ritesh were spending time together most of the time when we were out. Honest
ly I did not notice anything
abnormal or any special inclination of Ritesh towards Sunita Bhabie or vice vers
a, 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-kam
iz so that it does not reveal much when I would be wet. We were all going togeth
er to the beach walking on the hot sand. Manohar Uncle and Rajesh both were wear
ing swimming trunks while Ritesh was wearing a bermuda. I was wearing a red kami
z with white pajamas while Sunita Bhabie was wearing a light blue cotton printed
sari with matching blouse.
Manohar Uncle:
a. That s much
Me: Yes Uncle,
Sunita Bhabie:
Manohar Uncle:

Sunita you should have borrowed and wear a salwar-kamiz from Anit
more comfortable rather than the sari.
even I told Bhabie before coming out.
I am okay in the sari baba!
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 Bh
abie, though was very energetic
initially, seemed to be rather frightful from the waves. She recoiled to her she
ll 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 h
and 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 hitt
ing 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 Uncl
e will follow suit. Ha ha hah
We laughed and I was having a real good time in Rajesh s arms. But soon my hubby s
eemed 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 adventuro
us 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 w
e 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 beac
h with steamy white foams. Me: Rajesh, please take care and don t be too adventuro
us.
Rajesh: Okay jaan.
I kept watching as Rajesh was going deep into the sea climbing the waves and usi
ng 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 increa
sed. 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 noti
ced 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 alrea
dy feel my pajama slipping down off my waist an inch or two under my kamiz, as i
t was getting heavier due to soaking water. I was time and again trying to loose
n my kamiz over my large buttocks, as it was getting stuck being wet. And that w
ay surely I would look
rather vulgar as my ass crack would visible over my wet salwar-kamiz. Fortunatel
y, the beach was very sparsely
populated today and except for a few bathing at a distance we were not being wat
ched by anyone.
Bhabie naturally was facing more problems than me as she was wearing the sari. H
er condition was pretty worse, but unexpectedly she was fairly oblivious, and wa
s 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 soake
d 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 blo
use-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 lops
ided 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 p
etticoat knot, and her completely
soaked blouse looked awfully flimsy. On top of this she was laughing away and mo
re 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 bi
g wave immediately subsided us
well over our waist. I lost my grip on Bhabie s hand and almost fell down in the w
ater, 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 s
teps, 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 ar
ms, Sunita Bhabie looked appalling her sari was totally disoriented, her white brassiere inside her wet flimsy blou
se 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 enjo
ying 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 f
loating you know!
I helped her to wrap the sari and put the pallu in place. Bhabie s full figure cou
ld 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 h
e 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 conti
nued playing with the waves.
Ritesh: Hey Anita, lets sit on the beach and enjoy the waters now. You will sure
ly 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 t
here.
Saying that she pointed to our back from where the waves were receding. We walke
d to the backside on the shore and selected a suitable place to sit and enjoy th
e sunshine as well as the saline water. The waves were coming and receding on th
e sands relentlessly.
Ritesh: Bhabie, let me sit at your backside so that I can cover you both if ther
e is a bigger wave. Sunita Bhabie: You better protect us properly else our hubbi
es would not spare you!
We were all laughing as we sat on the sands. It was good fun to have waves on ou
r 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 t
he sand and when the water
retreated, it seemed the wave was taking us forward along with it! So, all in al
l 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 app
earing very prominent through her
body-hugging top. Immediately Bhabie and me started teasing Ritesh in a soft voi
ce. I did note that Ritesh had
shifted significantly from me to a position almost behind Bhabie and had stretch
ed his legs in the form of a V
from his sitting posture. Initially I did not got his plan, but soon was clear a
s a comparatively bigger wave broke in
front of us.
Sunita Bhabie shrieked as usual and I also gulped some salty water in the proces
s, 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 b
alanced. Her hands and legs were
in the air and she was pushed backward and landed in Ritesh s lap who must have be
en more than obliged! The
current of the wave pulled her sari up to her waist almost and her very plump an
d 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 t
ime Ritesh also lost some grip over
Bhabie. The wave started pulling Bhabie towards the sea and she started screamin
g at the top of her voice.
Ritesh was smart enough to get control over the situation and quickly held Bhabi
e very firmly by her hands so that
she could not slip away. I noticed he had great strength and dragged Sunita Bhab
ie s 40-year-old plump figure
towards his body as the sandy waters drew away. As the episode was over I though
t Bhabie should immediately
recompose herself, as she was too much exposed to be in like this in a public pl
ace. I noticed that the father of the two girls bathing nearby was having an eye
ful 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 evid
ent 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 recompos
e herself and separate her from
Ritesh, especially as she was aware that I was watching her from very close quar
ters, the wave did not give her
that opportunity. The water helped her to push more into Ritesh s body and this ti
me 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 Bhabi
e 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 pr
obably 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 rig
ht place, as more than half of her
ripe mature boobs were visible over her wet blouse. She stood up and struggled t
o 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 th
em?
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 w
as 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 Sun
ita Bhabie s unwillingness to
bathe any more, we all went back to our hotel. I could not forget what I saw bet
ween Bhabie and Ritesh on the
beach and out of feminine curiosity was watching them if I could find out more o
f 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 t
hem segregated or suddenly catching them off guard. But little did I know that m
y wish would be
fulfilled the day after!
We were all gossiping at the sea beach in the evening enjoying the cool breeze f
rom the sea mixed with water
particles.
Sunita Bhabie: Today it was rather hot when we came for bathing, lets come earli
er 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 enj
oy 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 say
s you cannot participate? You and your Bhabie will also sip a little? Why have d
ifferent 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 wit
hin 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 deci
ded 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 w
ill 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 ma
les took whiskey. We were chatting, laughing, and Ritesh who had a nice voice wa
s 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 t
he third or fourth time I was drinking alcohol.
I remembered the first time I gulped alcohol was in our own residence when my mo
ther-in-law and father-in-law were away to their native village and Rajesh and m
e 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 repul
sive. We had the drinks in the comforts of our
bedroom watching an English porn CD, which Rajesh had brought. Unlike the few po
rn 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 togethe
r sipping the drink and watching the sex scenes on bed and ultimately most expec
tedly 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 agai
n. I was also having a nice tipsy feeling and being completely nude on my soft b
ed in his arms was a heavenly feeling. I do not remember many days I had interco
urse with lights on in the room - that day in our intoxicated hex we forgot to s
witch 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 st
arted taking its toll on her. I was also feeling tipsy already! When we were alo
ne 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 th
at the males were busy with their drinks and chatting. I put my hand on Bhabie s b
ack 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 an
d 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 w
ith a bachelor! And that too being the mother of a daughter who just recently go
t 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 bette
r. I might not be finding you a solution, but sharing will definitely help you B
habie.
Her pallu was down and her deep cleavage was visible and I quickly wrapped the p
allu 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 a
nd how she got attracted to
Ritesh with her huge age difference. I naturally got huge welcome words from Raj
esh 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 wi
th me. I was pretty sure that it was the result of her intoxication as well as w
hat 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 1
5 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 sympto
ms Me: Are you at that juncture?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes Anita, though my periods have not stopped, but have become ve
ry 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 surp
rised. 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 cr

acks jokes and makes us laugh every time he is the symbol of life Bhabie. You mus
t 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 pers
on 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 compari
son to me!
Me: Bhabie you still seem to have a barrier in your mind regarding me. You do no
t consider me Sunita Bhabie: No, no Anita. I adore you very much and that s why I a
m sharing with you.
She again took a sip of vodka, but I was more keen in digging out Bhabie s persona
l 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 ye
ar, because I know he no longer
has it in him. But does that mean he will not even touch me Anita? Does that mea
n 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 month
s. 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 irritati
on due to this menopausal state, but the gross ones also needs his help. You kno
w, my pussy itches so much at times, but strangely there is no secretion! It s suc
h a torrid state how would I explain you! My breasts and thighs seem to be so cr
amped 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 a
s 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 t
highs. 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
should I tell you? It s so
shameful.

And that s not all Anita. How

Me: Finish your drink and tell me Bhabie.

She finished her glass bottoms up and shook her head. Now she was above the tips
y state I could realize from her
eyes.
Sunita Bhabie: Your uncle has the habit of getting up early and does some readin
g 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 whe
n I got asleep. When your uncle got out of the bed he must have noted that my ni
ghty was pretty much disoriented, but he silently went to the study! Minutes lat
er our servant Gajodhar came.
Me: Gajodhar meaning Gayathri s husband?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, yes. He is the husband of your maid. Actually Gayathri was o
n 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 kne
w that a male had come, he should have waked me up or at least straighten my nig
hty. 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 th
e 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 w
ith 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 ev
en 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 wh
en 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 s
leepy 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 t
hat 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 qu
ickly went inside the toilet to get cover, but the big smile on that bastard s fac
e 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 indif
ferent 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 e
njoying 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 wa
nted 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 reve
al 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. Anoth
er day, you know Anita, I was again overlooked by him and that day was even wors
e than this one.
She sipped her vodka and I wondered what could be even wore
ervant seeing her choot!

than her middle-aged s

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 the
re were some heavy luggage with us and so we decided to take Gajodhar with us. U
nfortunately, there were some trains canceled that day and the station was thron
ged 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 ensuin
g train would be packed and my condition would be quite vulnerable amidst so man
y males hustling and bustling around to get inside the
compartment. So I just requested him to give me some protection while I get insi
de 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 yo
u 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 brea
sts from the sides and as he
would be behind me my backside would automatically be protected. But who would li
sten to that? He started
giving me gyan that at this age I was still unable to take care of myself, what wo
uld 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 t
o 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 wi
th your uncle. He decided that Gajodhar would not be able to go upfront as he ha
d the luggage, so he
himself would escort us and fight the crowd and he asked me to remain in the mid
dle.
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 hap
pens 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. I
f 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 an
d 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 thro
ugh them. Though I kept my handbag close to my boobs I clearly felt a few elbowi
ng 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 joyou
s 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 goose
bump. 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 co
mpartment 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 yo
u 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 sar
i and started outlining my panty
with his finger on my ass! It was such a ticklish and weird feeling as he skimme
d my whole round ass along the hem of my panty! I tried to stand erect within th
at 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 a
ss 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 ma
de 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 confi
dence 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 f
elt that man immediately removed
his hand off my gaand. I had to gulp down my shame and though I stammered but wh
ispered 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 readil
y 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 o
n 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 remaine
d 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 Ga
jodhar further narrowed it by coming very close to me. Now actually I could sens
e 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 prot
ruding out and knocking my firm ass flesh.
Me: Gajodhar s ?
Sunita Bhabie: Or what? That bastard took the advantage of my vulnerable state a
nd 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 tha
t 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. An
d 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 t
o have a growing lund pressed on my gaand. Automatically my saricovered back als
o 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, do
n t forget that dear! Me: Right, right.

Sunita Bhabie: My heart was then pounding and I could hear that overcoming the c
hattering 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 sharin
g.
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I really did not remember when your uncle last loved me. A
gain I am not talking of sex, but doing the simple things like hugging or a litt
le foreplay And when Gajodhar was doing those lewd things very directly in the mo
ving 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 sh
e was enjoying with her servant
Me: Bhabie, if you think like this, then please don t share. I stand by you comple
tely 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 alm
ost 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 t
o 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 t
o 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 fi
rm.
I indicated her boobs through my eyes. Bhabie blushed slightly like any woman an
d adjusted her pallu over her wellformed boobs as if out of natural reflex.
Sunita Bhabie: I had to lower my arm, as I was pretty sure the person standing t
o 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 t
urned 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 cr
owd. Realizing that I loosened
my armpit a bit so that I could enjoy his touches fully. He was cupping and feel
ing 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 s
omeone was touching my boobs! All
my menopausal booby aches seemed to resolve on every squeeze that rascal was giv
ing to my tight flesh.
Me: It must have been a true rejuvenation!
Sunita Bhabie: Absolutely! After so many days my vaginal path secreted juices, a
s due to my age probably I was unable to self-excite myself any more. Gajodhar f
elt my both breasts amply over my blouse and I felt secured as his arm was hidde
n 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 statio
n 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 unde
r 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 n
ot 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 wi
th him under any circumstances at least on that day and I behaved absolutely nor
mally with him giving him no opportunity to take a further step. Luckily Gayathr
i 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 opportun
ity for him.
Me: That s really great on your part! But tell me Bhabie did you sleep properly th
at night? I am asking this since you had a male interaction after such a long to
me!
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 pat
h 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 i
tching, which started after that day in my pussy drove me almost crazy. All my m
enopausal 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 b
oobs 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 g
etting 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 despera
te those days that I lost my conscience and clung to the nearest available oppor
tunity!
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 st
art remain bra-less in my house
during the day.
Bhabie pointed to her globes under her sari pallu. We both again sipped our vodk
a 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 o
f sending Nandu in vacation to our place, which was not a very uncommon phenomen

on 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 Cla
ss XI. Believe me Anita, as soon as I saw him when he arrived at our place, my m
ind started working dirty and I
Bhabie looked towards the floor and she was shaking her head and I could underst
and 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 lous
y 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 en
d 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 ga
ve 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 i
t 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 b
lue light of the
toilet. As I was feeling tipsy I was unable to open the knot of my pajama quickl
y and by the time I could finally open it and sit down, Bhabie was almost comple
te.
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 feel
ing 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 bod
y that I got wild in my thoughts also. In fact I still feel that emptiness grasp
ing 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 provi
des 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 u
ncensored.
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 t
he healing approach that I am missing from your uncle I would replenish from Nan
du!
Me: But how Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, I knew it was difficulty as I was his mausi , but then I had jus
t no options but to Actually Anita, things turned out to be so exciting that ther
e was no stoppage from my end! It was like an addiction for me teasing this teen
age 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 h
im 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 Nan
du, 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 m
e. His teenage look, faint
moustache, and well-built body were clouding my focus. I then just casually hugg
ed 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 wa
y.
Sunita Bhabie: Exactly Anita. My menopausal state, not being attended properly b
y 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 unthinkab
le.
Me: Taboo!
Sunita Bhabie: I quickly disassociated myself from Nandu s body and asked him to g
o to his room and get fresh. Your uncle had already moved inside the house to ke
ep 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 tha
t 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 ma
de 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 crea
te situations easily for Nandu to
become intimate to me. That evening nothing happened, but when Nandu was about t
o go to bed, I started having an outlandish feeling in my mind to attract him to
wards 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 a
ll 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 b
est 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 it
s not that the idea of removing my
bra had not come to my mind, because you know even at this age my boobs are reas
onably firm and tight than what
I see in women of my age. I am not boasting Anita, but yes, its true that my mus
cles 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 w
as rather conscious about it. So
though I was sure I would not look vulgar in a bra-less condition, I did not wan
t to overdo things at the very first
opportunity with Nandu.
Bhabie sounded quite confident about her boob strength and tightness. Automatica
lly 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 into
xicated 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 be
ast and was very fond of playing
with my tits and I enjoyed every bit of it. But probably once he realized he los
t his erection, he coiled into his self and you know, he does not even want to t
alk at all on these issues.
Me: Bhabie . Nandu!
Sunita Bhabie: Oh yes! So after checking that your uncle was watching some sport
s channel, I went to Nandu s

room.
#### <<Narration is in Sunita Bhabie s words henceforth>> Me: Is everything okay b
eta?
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 stretch
ed the already stretched bedcover, I deliberately bent down in front of him so t
hat 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? I
t s so hot. Nandu stammered as I could well realize he had not brought shorts alon
g 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 indec
ent 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 fro
nt of Nandu s face who was sitting on the bed. I could see that he had the eagerne
ss 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. O
h! Horrible! Nandu: What mausi?
Me: I can tell you, but then don t tell your mausa-ji that I have shared it with y
ou. Nandu: No, no mausi.
I tried my best to make things hotter for Nandu so that he starts taking interes
t 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 pajam
a and the weather is hot like
today s, after sometime I will surely find him with his pajama down to his knees a
nd 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 ti
ght, 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 o
n 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 st
ood 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 tremb
led 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 a
nd 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 a
way 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 o
f my big bra-covered boobs and I
was certain that Nandu was aware of the fullness of my breasts pressing on his b
ody. I wanted him to hold me by
my waist, but of course that never happened and he kept his hands at his sides o
ut 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 em
otions 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
ion and I called him
bed. I found he came
ost days I call him,

and came to my room. Manohar was still watching the televis

to come to
almost instantaneously, which was surprising to me, as on m
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 t
o wait and open it in front of him to ignite some fire in him. I knew it would b
e a futile effort because at this age this activity hardly would yield any atten
tion from Manohar, as he had seen me innumerable times changing my dress in fron
t 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 jiggl
ing mammaries almost popped out.
Manohar: Why? What has happened? I am telling you Sunita for so many days to con
sult the doctor
He still did not seem to be much interested even though my boobs were hanging na
ked 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 wit
h the white discharge.
Manohar: In the first appearance it looks like milk, but it s not milk a slippery d
ischarge, 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 i
n words. The full illumination of the tube-light in the room was definitely maki
ng 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 bu
ilding logic in my mind that it was rather justified due to Manohar s continued ig
norance towards me!
Day #1
I awoke at the call of Gayathri, our maidservant. I went to the toilet and chang
ed to a sari and after giving her instructions regarding cooking and sipping a c
up of tea, thought of calling Nandu. I took a cup of tea and went to his room. T
he door of the room was closed, but not locked from inside. I gently pushed the
door and went inside. I saw Nandu was sleeping in the shorts that I had given hi
m last night and since he was in a supine position how could I miss the nice lit
tle bulge within his pant? I was also attracted by his naked upper body, which w
as nicely built and quite expectedly without a trace of fat anywhere.
Me: Nandu! Nandu!
I called him twice and then pushed him lightly, but he was still having a sound
sleep. Was he dreaming? Who knows!
A naughty thought came to my mind! I kept the cup of tea for him at bedside and
quickly closed the door. Now I
was pretty safe and went near him and gently touched his lund from over his shor
ts. My heart was pounding and I
could hear it beating, as this was probably the first time I was touching the pe
nis of another male apart from my
husband and that too so consciously and openly. The thrill I extracted simply by
touching it made me feel like a 25
or 30 year-old married woman! It was nothing new - I had held my husband s penis s
o many times, had stroked it,
licked it and even sucked it n number of times in my long married life, but still
Nandu s shorts-covered small dick
was attracting me like anything!
I was now trying to feel his penis with my fingers and was pressing on his short
s. I could feel the meat! I even
could feel the angled form of his lund within his shorts. It was in a semi-erect
state. Was he dreaming about me? No, no can t be.
Ooooooooooooohhh!
I was ecstatic with my activity, but my delight was short-lived as I noticed Nan

du was beginning to wake up. I

instantly got off from the bed and again took the cup from bedside and started c
alling him to get up. Within
moments Nandu got up and I noted he almost blushed in front of me being in that
tiny shorts only. Did he realize that I was touching his semi-erect penis second
s ago? Didn t seem from his face. I acted normally and told him to have the tea an
d come to the breakfast table fast.
During this time of the day, from around 9 to 10 a.m., I used to have maximum ta
utness in my breasts, which was
one of the symptoms of my ensuing menopause, and hence remained without my bra t
o feel somewhat comfortable.
Today for a moment I was hesitant due to Nandu s presence, but decided to go ahead
in spite of this young man s
presence. Like I did on other days, I was wearing my sari, blouse, and petticoat
, but no innerwears. I looked rather eye-catching as my mature milk jugs were un
dulating appreciably inside my blouse as I moved about inside the
house. I did notice Nandu was eyeing my freely swinging mammaries under my sari
pallu. In fact, I was getting
rather excited thinking that he was gazing at me.
I was eagerly waiting for Manohar to leave, but unfortunately he decided to spen
d time with Nandu, which
obviously was quite normal also, he being his mausa-ji. They were sitting and ch
atting on various topics and were watching TV. Seeing no opportunity, I went for
my bath, as it was noon already. When I came out of the toilet, I noticed Manoh
ar was going to the local shop to buy some medicines. I thought I must take this
opportunity and do something to keep Nandu s focus on me.
I tried the old and tested formula.
I heard the main door being closed by my husband as he went out. I was in our be
droom and Nandu was about to go for bath. I quickly set up the stage for him to
come closer to me. That time I had only my petticoat and towel
wrapped on my body as I came out of the toilet. I quickly tied the petticoat at
my waist and took a fresh brassiere from the wardrobe and put the cups in place.
I deliberately left the bra hook open on my back.
Me: Nandu N-a-n-d-u .! Can you come down once beta?
I got an instant reply.
Nandu: Yes, mausi, coming
The door of the room was closed, but not bolted. I was standing in front of the
mirror in my bra and petticoat. By no means I was looking decent - the whole of
my back remained exposed from by shoulder to my waist. Only the strap of my bra
was hanging behind. I could see in the mirror that my round and fleshy buttocks
was also
protruding out of my petticoat making me look more sexy, if I could say that eve
n at 40!
I heard Nandu s footsteps and soon there was the knock at the door. My heart was b
eating very fast and my lips drying up, as I was doing this sort of a deliberate
exhibition for the first time in my life. Yes, I had changed my dress many a ti
mes in front of Manohar, but this was very different!
Me: Come in Nandu.
He opened the door and came inside my bedroom. I could see him in the mirror and

instantly his gaze was fixed on my naked back.

Nandu: What is it mausi?
Me: See naa, I cannot put on this hook. Can you help me please?
He came closer to me and now he can clearly see my big-sized boobs clasped in th
e bra with a lot of flesh oozing out over my undergarment. I was definitely look
ing very seductive in that pose. The only cover hindering Nandu to see my boobs
and nipples were the two thin bra cups!
Nandu: I have never fixed it, but still I will try mausi.
Nandu related an honest confession I could understand, as it was quite impossibl
e for a class XI boy to have fixed a bra unless he is quite advanced for his age
and definitely Nandu was not that type.
For the first time in my life I had kept open my whole back in front of another
male apart from my husband and
standing shamelessly wearing the bra. Nandu must have been eyeing the two big mo
les on my smooth back. They
generally remain covered within my blouse back, but now they were exposed comple
tely. I remembered the two
moles being kissed and sucked innumerable times by my husband during foreplay an
d he always found those two very sexy on my very fair and smooth back.
Nandu took the bra straps in both hands and the very feel of his warm fingers on
my cold naked back made me
shiver! I could clearly feel a stir within my pussy, more so as I was not wearin
g a panty below my petticoat. I closed
my legs as much as possible so that my excitement is not very apparent to Nandu.
He tried to stretch the straps
and make the ends meet, but was unable to do so. I was really enjoying the whole
thing and was nicely getting
stimulated!
Nandu: Uff mausi, it s too tight! Am unable to meet these ends.
Me: But I wear it everyday Nandu. You pull it with more force, it will definitel
y meet and you can then fix the hook. Nandu: O Okay. Will try again.
He now pulled my bra straps at my back with some additional strength and in the
process my mammaries got pressed within the bra cups giving me more excitement.
Me: Aah! Its hurting me Nandu.
Nandu: Sorry mausi, but
Me: Wait, wait. Let me see if I can help you. Leave the straps.
Nandu released the loose straps of my bra and remained in his position just behi
nd me. I now offered him a super
sexy posture so that he gets an instant erection and of course I also wheedled o
ut great stimulation out of it.
Me: You come to this side. Then I think it will be easier.
Nandu like an obedient dog came forward to face me. He was like my son s age (if I
had one). I was standing in
front of him with an open bra. My butter-colored big tits were so much exposed!
The whole valley in between my
breasts along with the upper portions of my globes was clearly visible to this t
eenager. And, as my bra was not

fastened at the back, my boobs were bouncing and undulating with each movement o
f mine making me look like a
seductress. I could see he could not meet my eyes and time and again was eyeing
my open treasures, which was
quite natural also.
Me: Okay. Nandu, now take your hands from below my armpits and try meeting the s
traps. This should work.
Nandu advanced his hands towards the sides of my breasts and I shamelessly raise
d my arms to help him hold the straps. Initially I raised my arms a bit only so
that his hands brush the sides of my boobs as he would stretch it
over my back, but I soon was eager to entice him my moist armpits. There was not
a tinge of hair in my armpits as I cleaned it at regular intervals. I noticed N
andu was stealing glances of my glistening armpits and his face came very near t
o my body as he extended his arms to my back to fix the hook. I felt like embrac
ing him tightly, but somehow checked myself thinking of our relation.
This time he was able to fix the bra hook and I could see his eyes were greedily
lapping my partly exposed body. Me: Thanks Nandu. Thanks a lot.
Nandu: My ple

err. I mean its okay mausi.

Me: Actually you know at other times your mausa-ji helps me if I get stuck
Nandu nodded and continued to peep at my firm globes now encased in my bra. I wa
s delaying to wear my blouse on
purpose so that Nandu could continue to enjoy the view.
Me: The heat is such it s hard to keep clothes on my body. Just see, I had my bath
minutes ago and I am already
perspiring!
Nandu: True mausi. I am also perspiring. Here the heat is just too much.
You are perspiring for different reason my dear , I smiled and murmured in my mind.
Me: But you males are so lucky Nandu you can just wear a pajama or a bermuda and
move about in the house, but we ladies cannot do that naa.
Nandu: Ha ha that s quite true mausi.
Me: Your mausa-ji though says sometimes to take off the sari, but tell me Nandu
will that not look very odd?
I was trying my best to tangle this young lad into a sexy conversation after the
bra hook episode so that he keeps
recapitulating on these, which in effect would aid me to pin him down easily. I
picked up my blouse and was about to
wear it now.
Nandu: Who is seeing you in the house mausi?
Me: It s not the question of anyone seeing me Nandu, actually
Nandu: But mausi, to avoid the heat what else can you do?
Me: Off Ho! You males all think alike! You are underlining only what your mausaji suggested! Tell me, tomorrow if the weather turns hotter, then? What will I d
o? Eh? Take off my petticoat and blouse also I suppose? Eh?
I tried to be as naughty as possible so that Nandu too soaks himself in the heat
of the dialogues. Nandu: Mausi but err. I I never meant that.

Me: Then what did you mean? Tell me. Tell me.
As I spoke I buttoned up my blouse and since I was facing he was able to constan
tly view my ripe mangoes. Nandu: Well mausi, I mean For example you can take a co
uple of more baths to keep the heat away.
I knew I was just dragging the conversation, but I was doing that pretty willful
ly.
Me: Hmm. Okay but Nandu, I already take two baths a day, one now and one in the
evening, and yes, rarely I take a third shower before going to bed if the weathe
r is exceeding humid.
Nandu: O! Then mausi, it s absolutely okay. What more can you do? Me: So you also
seem to give a nod to your mausa-ji s suggestion? Nandu: Which suggestion?
He seemed to have lost it because he obviously was more curious to gaze at my 40
-year-old fully mature semiexposed tight figure.
Me: Com on! He advised me to take off
I stooped down to pick up my sari from the floor and provided Nandu a great view
of my big round boobs popping out of my blouse as I bent.
Me:

my sari if the heat is unbearable.

I completed the sentence as I stood up again. I could see Nandu s eyes firmly pivo
ted on my mammaries enjoying fully my bending posture from such close proximity.
Me: You know your mausa-ji Nandu, does he think before speaking? He just told me
a solution Tell me Nandu how can I move around in the house wearing knickers? Yo
ur didi at times could do that, but I cannot do what your didi could do, isn t it?
Nandu: Rachna didi in knickers only? He he That must be long back mausi!
I could well understand what Nandu was trying to hint and I did not disappoint h
im.
Me: Long back? What are you saying Nandu! Don t you know your didi s allergy towards
hot weather?
Nandu: Hmm. True! I remember once Rachna didi developed a heat rash when she was
at our place and had to terminate her stay and come back. Remember mausi?
Me: Aaa Oh Yes! Right Nandu. But that was not specifically due to heat as I can r
ecollect, but whatever one thing is true - both my daughter and myself cannot to
lerate too much heat. Ha ha ha
Nandu was also smiling at my double meaning discourse.
Nandu: But Then mausi what was it due to?
Me: Actually that was some reaction from her undergarments that she had. Nandu:
O! I see.
Me: Yes, we also initially thought that it was heat rash, but when I took her to
the doctor he concluded that it was an eruption from the fabric of her inner we
ar.
Nandu: Right, right! That s why didi s rash was localized to specific areas only on
her body.
Me: Anyway, but the fact remains that I had to spend sleepless afternoons Nandu
due to your didi in those summer months and for your information I am not talkin
g of her childhood, but during her grownup age.

Nandu: But
Me: Actually she never grew up till her marriage! I remember those days Nandu I h
ad to be so cautious during those summer afternoons if there was a visitor. Oh!
So disgusting!
Nandu: But

but why mausi?

He asked me with such an innocent face! The naughty boy! I was pretty sure that
he knew what I meant. I was
trying to generate stimulation in him in every possible way, even with my daught
er s example! I was so desperate!
Me: Nandu, sometimes you talk like a kid! Arre, due to the high temperature duri
ng that time of the year, your didi used to be in very little clothing at home a
nd I always had to be on my toes if the doorbell rang because if someone comes a
nd sees her like that
Nandu: He or she would think badly about didi.
Me: Absolutely!
By this time I had wrapped my sari fully on my body and looked decently covered.
I could realize Nandu s eyes were licking my figure throughout and now as I was t
alking to him I was putting together my wardrobe so that Nandu does not feel odd
talking to me. Honestly, I also felt better that way.
Nandu: But Rachna didi visited our place in the summer a few times, but I never
found her
Me: Beta Nandu! You are such a goody-goody boy when you come here, but at home a
re you the same? No naa? Similarly your didi also remained well mannered elsewhe
re, but here Uff!
Nandu: No, no mausi, I cannot take that. Rachna Didi is very obedient to you. Yo
u must be exaggerating
I could clearly realize that Nandu was trying to probe me to tell more about my
daughter and I also exactly wanted that - to keep him hooked to me by hook or by
crook.
Me: Oho! Am exaggerating? Huh! If you had seen your didi then Anyway, you are too
young to discuss on this! I deliberately taunted Nandu saying too young and I kne
w he would pounce back.
Nandu: Mausi, I am grown up now.
I looked at his crotch and tried to figure out his lund, which was already raisi
ng his head below his pant. In the
morning I had already felt that with my fingers and I was already desirous to su
ck that young vibrant dick
Me: Hmm. That time will say.
I smiled mysteriously and Nandu certainly did not grasp what I meant and looked
blank.
Me: Anyway, your didi is now far away happily serving your jija-ji. Am more conc
erned about what I should do to avoid this sultry heat.
Nandu: Mausi, tell me naa what you wanted to share, but restrained saying that I
am young. Me: Okay, if you remain a good boy and do what I say I will tell you,
but not now.

Nandu: Done mausi. I will do whatever you say.

He seemed pretty energized and I dragged him back to my original problem. Me: Yo
u have not solved my original problem?
Nandu: What? Oh! This sultry heat? Honestly mausi, there is no other way to solv
e your problem, but to agree to
mausa-ji.
He was smiling and at the same time shying from me! I really liked that as I cou
ld realize he was slowly becoming
free in front of me! He was actually suggesting his mausi to remain sari-less wi
thin the house if she feels too
sweaty!
Me: Hmm. So, see - I told you - you men all think alike. But my dear Nandu, that
will still leave me with a problem.
Nandu: What mausi?
Me: Say if I agree to your mausa-ji s words and after taking lunch I remain only i
n my blouse and petticoat without a sari. The trouble is I get the maximum sweat
ing on my legs. So am really not sure that would help. Are you getting what I am
saying?
Nandu: Yes, yes mausi. Hmm, I can understand.
I was just toying with him. Nandu, the innocent victim of a 40+ vixen!
He was nodding like an expert, but I wanted him to put into words.
Me: Tell me what have you understood? Let me see whether you have surpassed your
young age or not?
Nandu: I mean mausi err As you said your legs sweat the most, you feel that even i
f you are without the sari Me: Hmm. Hmm.
Nandu: you will still feel the heat, as err you will have the petticoat on your bo
dy. Me: Bah! You are quite grownup now it seems! So? What to do?
I had finished doing the wardrobe and now came and sat on the bed and continued
this crude conversation, which was pleasuring me like anything!
Me: The simple solution is I can just pull up my petticoat to some length and li
e in the bed or floor. Isn t it? Nandu: Y yes. You can do that ma mausi!
I paused to take a deep breath. I was definitely getting excited now
Me: You are much like your mausa-ji, you do not think what you are saying. Nandu
: Why mausi?
Me: Okay, good point, tell me - do you always wear a brief below your shorts or
pajama when at home?
I looked at Nandu s pelvic area to see if there was a stir or not! Naturally, he s
eemed slightly taken aback by such a direct question.
Nandu: Err Mausi I mean of course, yes, except going to bed.
Me: So there goes problem #2. You know what? I hardly wear anything below... err
I mean below my petticoat when at home.
My voice nearly stumbled to express this to Nandu and he naturally looked quite
dumbfounded listening to this from his own mausi s mouth.
Me: So what you can easily do Nandu, I cannot do. Since you wear a brief most of
the time as you said, you can easily shed your bermuda or pajama whatever you a
re wearing and feel comfortable in the heat, but think of me! Even if I do not w
ear the sari, I cannot remove my petticoat Nandu, as I do not wear anything belo
w it.
There was pin drop silence in the room for a few moments as Nandu must have been
quite amazed to hear his own
mausi s very frank statements. But what he told breaking the silence simply shocke

d me and left me with an open

mouth!
Nandu: I mean mausi don t you feel awkward? Actually I feel absolutely tight if am
not wearing my brief and
moving around in the house, even if only mom is present. I don t know why probably
it s a habit mom had grew in me. Don t you, I mean, feel likewise mausi?
Me: Nandu err Well, it s like that I mean we females are different than you males. I
mean, how should I put it? I was searching for words to answer Nandu and he appe
ared quite amused seeing my embarrassed state.
Me: Yes Nandu, its true that I also feel likewise, but you know since there are
two covers on my body in the form of sari and the petticoat, I often skip wearin
g I mean my panty.
My voice had turned husky while saying the last few words and I was feeling my t
ongue getting dried up quickly! I could realize my nipples were getting swollen
under my brassiere due to my lewd talking.
Nandu: But mausi I don t know may be you think differently, but I thought you should
have felt the need even
more, as mausa-ji stays in the house, your servants are coming and going, and al
so the odd salesman pops up every
now and then
I was getting rather cornered by Nandu now and I was unable to furnish a good re
ason why I do not wear panties at home and I had to cook up something to save my
dignity.
Me: Actually Nandu, as I told you, that my legs sweat very much and in fact this
whole area sweats so much I indicated my upper thigh and waist area with my righ
t hand.
Me: that that my inner wear gets spoiled very quickly. That s the only reason I mean
Nandu: Okay, okay mausi. You should have told that beforehand.
He was smiling and I also gave a very foolish smile knowing that I was almost tr
apped playing hot with words in front of this young teenager. I tried to act smart
and change the topic.
Me: But now that you are here . I will give you one duty. Nandu: What duty mausi?
Me: All this afternoon the sales people annoy me. Since you are at home, you wil
l attend them. Nandu: Oh! No. When I am at home, mom also gives me this duty!
Me: Oh! That s good. So you already have the habit of being interrupted But remembe
r it will be a mandatory duty for you here, as I will be handicapped!
Nandu: I didn t get you mausi
Me: You have such a weak memory Nandu! Nandu: Why?
Me: Arre, you idiot! How can I go in front of a salesman without wearing a sari?
Nandu: Oh! So, you agreed to that?
Me: Where s the way out? You also could not give me any suggestion
Nandu: Oh! Okay mausi. I will take care of the visitors.
Me: I could have shared the duty with you, but it s not at all practical that ever
y time one rings the doorbell, I will wrap my sari each time. Isn t it?
Nandu: Right, right. That s not possible. Just at that moment
Ding Dong!

The doorbell rang and I realized it must be my husband.

Me: Oh! We have wasted enough time. Go for your bath. Quick! Quick! I will open
the door.
As expected, it was Manohar. That day my hubby spent the whole afternoon with Na
ndu and I dozed off after a full appetite lunch. He went out with Nandu for an e
vening stroll also. Finally at around 8 p.m. he went out to his friend s place to

play cards. Though this was not a regular habit of his, but sometimes he did go
there to play some rounds of bridge. I again got some opportunity to come closer t
o Nandu, but this time our maidservant Gayathri was present in the house cooking
in the kitchen. So I had to plan watchfully.
Man proposes, God disposes! I had planned something, but that went for a toss! I
had planned to share the
honeymoon pics of my daughter, which would have enabled me to have Nandu on my b
ed. The reason behind
selecting that was there were some revealing and intimate pics of my daughter wi
th my son-in-law in that set and I thought it would be a good opportunity for me
to see Nandu s reaction to that and utilize the proximity. But
I gave complete instructions to Gayathri regarding cooking so that she does not
come and disturb me in the interim and then proceeded towards Nandu. He was lyin
g lazily on the sofa watching television.
Me: Nandu, have you seen your didi s wedding pics?
Nandu: Yes, of course mausi. You had sent the albums to mom. Did I miss any?
Me: No, then you must have seen those, but surely you have not seen the Goa pics
. Nandu: Goa.. Goa ?
Me: Aree Nandu, you forgot that they went to Goa for honeymoon?
Nandu: Oho! Right, right! It went out of my mind. They went to Goa I have not see
n those pics. Me: Then switch off the TV and come to my room.
Nandu readily switched off the television and followed me. Knowing that he was j
ust behind me I walked slowly and was swaying my hips considerably to attract hi
m. This was also a new activity that I was doing at 40! My pussy was starting to
itch, as I knew Nandu was surely watching my sari-covered gaand and since my hi
ps are round, sizable, and fairly protruding, I thought I must have been looking
fairly sexy from behind.
Me: Sit there and I will get the album for you.
I loosely closed the door just to make the environment secure and watched Nandu
climb the bed. My maid Gayathri was in the kitchen and so there was little chanc
e of any disturbance. But as I opened the cupboard to get the
albums, there was a blackout!
Me: Oops!
Nandu: Oh no!
There was a power cut! For the moment I was so dejected and irritated that my pl
an to spend some time sitting on the bed with Nandu went for a toss!
Gayathri: Biwi-ji, I have got the matches and lighting up the candle here. I cou
ld hear my maidservant screaming from the kitchen.
Me: Okay Gayathri. I will arrange here.
All of a sudden a weird thought struck my mind and at once I thanked God for tha
t disruption in power! Me: Nandu, can you get the matchbox for me. It s on the sto
ol just beside the bed.
Nandu: Oh! It s pitch dark mausi. I will try to figure it out, one sec.
Me: No hurry, just get down slowly.
Nandu: O

Okay mausi.

I never wanted Nandu to get to the matchbox as then the room could easily be lig
hted through a candle and hence straight away I did proceed on my bizarre object
ive.

Me: Ouch! Eeeeeeee! My goodness! Uhhhhhhhhhhh

Nandu: Wh wh

Nandu must have been very startled.

what happened mausi? What is it?

Me: Uuuuuuuuuuu Nandu . Here s a cockroach on my body. Ufff! Come quickly! Get it off
iiiiiiiiiiiiiii get it off my
body!
I tried my best to keep my voice under control as I in no way wanted to attract
my maidservant s attention.
Nandu: Oho! Cockroach I was quite scared the way you Don t panic mausi. Just slap it
off your body.
Me: Nandu Oi maaaaaaaaa! It s walking on my body. Am very scared of cockroaches. Yo
u do whatever needs to be done. Pleeeeeeeease .
Nandu: Okay, okay mausi Don t be frightened. Just stand like a statue. I am coming.
It s so dark
I could sense he jumped out of the bed and I briskly stepped forward a couple of
steps to make things easier for him. I tried to make most of it and quickly dro
pped my sari pallu to the floor. Nandu could not see that in the
darkness of the room.
Nandu: Mausi! Where are you? Near the cupboard? Me: No, no here. Near you.
He took a step forward and almost collided with me. Nandu was so close to me now
that I immediately held onto his
arm to prove to him that I was too scared.
Me: Uhuuuuuuuu Nandu, please get this thing off my body. It s such an eerie feeling
! Nandu: But mausi, its so dark! How can I know where the cockroach is?
I could feel his body odor he was so close.
Nandu: Oh! What s this? On the floor?
Me: It s my sari baba! In order to get the cockroach out, it has fallen off. Uiiii
iii . It s moving again N-a-n-d-u! Nandu: Where mausi? Where is it?
Me: Uuuuuuuuuu

its its on my blouse now.

As I said the word blouse I as if could hear my own heart thumping. I was inviting
a Class XI boy, who was my
sister s son, to get off a cockroach off my boobs. I could not see Nandu s face in t
he dark, but he was expectedly
hesitant.
Me: I canno open my eyes Am so scared. Eiiiiiii
this situation.

You do whatever, but get me out of

Nandu: But mausi err

I mean then I have to feel you and see where that cockroach i
s! I cannot see a thing in this darkness.
Me: Who has stopped you from touching me Aaaaaaaaa it s moving again! Nandu quick! P
-l-e-a-s-e! Nandu: Err mausi? Which side? I mean left or right?
He was still not taking his hands towards my boobs and I was getting rather desp
erate seeing the dillydally approach of this lad.
Me: You are really a hopeless!
I forcefully took both his hands and put them straight on my firm, round boobs.
Me: Now find it! Is it on my left breast or my right breast?
Nandu retracted his palms immediately touching my tight boob flesh, but seeing m
y open invitation, he also started to feel my blouse-covered conical juicy boobs
with both hands in search of the cockroach!

Nandu: Where is it mausi? I can t find it?

Me: Aaahhhhh! How can you catch it like that? That insect is moving constantly,
you idiot! You start from my shoulder and then come down
Nandu was in fact very close to me now. I had raised my arms in the air since I
pretended to be very frightened.
He now took his hands to my shoulder and was coming down quickly. I could clearl
y hear his breathing, which was
indeed faster than before. I could also feel his hands trembling a bit! I though
t it was only natural for a Class XI
lad to have his hands unsteady getting this opportunity to openly touch and feel
the fully developed mammaries of a
matured lady.
Me: Yes, that s better.
Nandu s palms felt my upper breasts, the portion of my boobs which remains uncover
ed just above my blouse. His fingers could feel my deep cleavage. Inside my puss
y there was a big stirring already - as if a river, which was dry for many years
, suddenly got some rainwater. Now he moved further down, his fingers were grazi
ng the fabric of my blouse and feeling the taut flesh of my full boobs. His hand
slid down further and now he was actually cupping my full mammaries from the fr
ont with his both palms enjoying the roundedness and smoothness of my tight boob
flesh. I was getting so ecstatic that I closed my fists in the air.
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I was releasing expressions of elation, but Nandu thought otherwise!
Nandu: Mausi, please have some patience! I am trying to trace it. If you at leas
t tell me which breast, then it would have been easier for me!
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Just shut up and do what you are doing!
I could not see Nandu s reaction to my words, as I was more interested in extracti
ng the maximum satisfaction from this. Nandu s fingers were sliding down further a
nd now the tip of his fingers were on my nipples on both breasts and I was prett
y sure that even Nandu could easily feel my erect and swollen nipples rising the
ir heads under the tight fabric of my blouse and bra.
Me: Wait wait there Nandu! The cockroach was exactly there, where your finger is,
moments ago. Nandu: Okay mausi. I will not move my hands.
Me: Just press there so that your hands do not slip down. May be it will come ba
ck there. I could not trace where
is it now!
Nandu now pressed his fingers just above my nipples very consciously and he alre
ady seemed to be enough
stimulated by touching and feeling my full breasts as I could clearly feel he wa
s at this time grabbing my boobs like a matured male and even slowly squeezing t
hem! His palms were not big enough to cover my heavy breasts and he was trying t
o a great extent to cover my boob circumference. I felt most excited when I foun
d him nudging my
hard nipples under my blouse with his middle finger of both hands!
Nandu: Can you now feel where the cockroach is mausi?
Me: Nope!
Nandu was breathing very heavily now, so was I. It was a blessing that we could
not see each other s face due to the darkness. Long live the power cut, I thought!
Nandu: Shall I keep my... err I mean, shall I continue to hold you there mausi? M
e: Yessssssssssss

Nandu: Hey mausi! I felt something! Me: What?

Nandu: I don t know seemed it brushed my right hand

Me: May be the cockroach! Oh No!

Nandu: Why are you panicking mausi! It s just a small insect!

Me: May be whatever you say, am very much afraid of it! Can you not feel my heart
beat?
Nandu: No?
Me: You idiot! Not in your ears! Can you not feel it in your

palms?

His palms were amply covering my tight boobs from the front and he surely must h
ave been having an erect dick getting the opportunity to grab his mausi s matured
tits.
Nandu: Oh! I thought
Me: Do one thing, press harder and then only you can feel my heartbeat. Press my
breasts harder N-a-n-d-u Nandu: O Okay mausi.
Nandu this time shed all inhibitions that he had and gave my boobs a very tight
squeeze standing from the front and now he was of course bolder than before and
like a matured man continued squeezing and cupping my matured fleshy boobs. I al
so shamelessly stood with my hands up in the air and enjoyed his pressings on my
tits.
Nandu: Yes, mausi, now I can feel the vibration on my hands I I think the cockroac
h has left your body or what? Me: I don t know . Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiii!
Nandu: What happened? Did you feel it again?
Me: Yes, yes Nandu! It s

its on my navel. Aaaaaaaa . Sssssssssssssssssss .

andu quickly took off his hands off my boobs and tried to figure out where the c
ockroach was on my belly. As his
cold hands touched my abdominal area, it felt so good. It was after so many days
that a male hand was touching me
there! Nandu grazed my whole bare abdomen with both hands, but was of course una
ble to trace the cockroach.
Things were really turning hot for me. I could feel my vaginal muscles voluntari
ly getting cramped as his fingers
descended on my belly.
Nandu: Mausi, we must get a light, otherwise its impossible to pin down this coc
kroach. Me: You are hopeless! You can t even find a cockroach on my body!
I teased him so that he feels stimulated to touch me more.
Nandu: But mausi, how can I find it in this darkness? Tell me exactly where it i
s now?
Me: I don t know. I can t feel it now Nandu! Why don t you check I mean check my whole
body from top to bottom? Then surely you will find it and then you can slap it a
way.
Nandu: Okay mausi, as you say.
My heart was beating like a drum in anticipation of Nandu again taking hold of m
y milk tanks and as expected he
started to graze and brush with his both palms from the shoulder and slowly came
down. He touched my oozing
boob flesh over my U-neck blouse and this time as he touched and cupped by boobs
I thrusted them more towards
him so that he gets a better grip on my tight flesh. He grabbed and pressed my m

anges with his fingers feeling the

tightness and then came down towards my abdomen though I felt like having his ha
nds eternally on my round
mammaries. My belly was bare as I had long back dropped my sari pallu to the flo
or and he brushed and felt my
naked abdomen including my navel.
Nandu: No trace of it mausi! What to do?
Me: Sear

search down .

I could feel Nandu getting bent in the darkness and as he was about to touch my
most private zone there was an interruption!
Gayathri: Biwi-ji, did you get the matches to light up the candle?
My maidservant was calling from the dining hall probably. I immediately got back
my senses because if she comes and opens the door with a lighted candle she wou
ld get the shock of his life with me standing with my pallu on the floor and Nan
du skimming my body with both hands.
Me: Nandu, I think you are right! Let me get out of the room and get a candle. N
andu: I told you that prior only!
I quickly pushed him off my body and picked up my sari pallu and placed it on my
shoulder covering my heaving
breasts.
Me: Gayathri, its okay, I can manage, you continue with the cooking. Though I wa
s extremely excited, I tried to keep my voice normal. Gayathri: Okay biwi-ji.
I quickly got out of the room to see where Gayathri was and seeing that she was
going towards the kitchen, I quickly picked up the matchbox and lighted a candle
and gave it to Nandu in the room.
Nandu: Mausi, did you find the cockroach?
Me: What cockr ? Oh! That cockroach! Yes, yes, I slapped it off when I lighted the
candle. Nandu: Where was it?
Me: It was err I mean it was on the sari

here.

I showed him my legs and went towards the kitchen. Seeing all was normal at the
kitchen I went to the toilet. I was sweating very profoundly now with the heat b
eing dissipated off my body. Immediately as I closed the toilet door, I leaned a
gainst the wall and lifted my sari to my waist. I at once put my right hand midd
le finger into my choot, but to my utter surprise I found my vaginal path quite
dry! I thought that I would masturbate heavily getting this opportunity after su
ch a long time and take the pleasure of it.
I was rather disappointed. I could realize it was certainly due to my menopausal
state, but I badly wanted my
vagina to be wet and slippery so that I could insert my finger in it for satisfa
ction. The secretion within my pussy was minimal and I suddenly felt wet within
my brassiere. I quickly dropped my sari to my knees and started opening my blous
e to check what the matter was. Was I getting the same discharge that I was havi
ng for the last few
weeks from my nipples?
Me: Ish
I muttered to myself as I opened my brassiere. My nipples were discharging that
sticky fluid appreciably and the odor was definitely not great! I held my boobs
in both hands and pressed on the areolas to squeeze out the
discharge, but it was coming out spontaneously in its own rhythm. I wiped my nak

ed boobs, especially around my

swollen nipples, with the towel and waited for the flow to get over. Honestly I
required to void also and sat down on
the toilet floor lifting my sari, but my boobs were hanging freely as there was
no cover on them; both my blouse
buttons and bra hook were open. I just covered them with one hand, as I looked a
wfully shameless in that
condition. After peeing I kept sitting on the floor for a minute or so as I was
experiencing some vaginal spasms
also. I was having a feeling of incompleteness as I did not have a discharge, whic
h was very frustrating for me.
Nothing much happened further. Power was back in another 15-20 minutes and Manoh
ar was also back premature, as their game was also spoiled due to this power cut
.
Day #2
I noticed that Nandu was quite a quick learner and tasting my milk tanks with hi
s hands yesterday in the dark
during the cockroach episode, he was all the more keen to be close to me physica
lly. Frankly I also wanted that and began to explore opportunities to get close
to him.
Me: Nandu, ishhhhhhh! What is this? Don t you soap properly while bathing?
Nandu was lying on the sofa wearing a pajama only. Manohar was also there readin
g the newspaper. The upper half of his body was uncovered. I pointed towards his
neck and shoulder and marked dirt there.
Nandu: What Bhabie?
Me: Ishh! There s so much dirt accumulated here. Don t you soap properly? Nandu: Of
course mausi
My husband now looked up hearing our conversation. Manohar: Oh! You females naa
Me: Don t give indulgence! Just look at the back of his neck! So many dark patches
! Manohar now seriously take a look towards Nandu s neck.
Manohar: Hmm, but I can t see any
Me: Huh! How can you see? Put on your specs! Manohar: Oho . Ha ha ha
Me: Nandu, I don t want to hear any thing. Just call me when you go for the bath t
oday. Will rub it clean. Manohar: No ifs and buts Nandu, otherwise you will lose
your neck ho ho hoh
Nandu and Manohar were both laughing and I just left the place showing a mock an
ger. I noticed from the kitchen that Manohar again plunged into reading the news
paper.
I was glad that my husband did not find my proposal
set!

odd

and hence the

stage

was all

I was eagerly waiting for the climax . Nandu was about to go to the toilet. I notic
ed he took a fresh set of vest, pajama, and brief from his suitcase.
Me: I will do the rubbing first and then you can continue with your bath.
Nandu: Okay, as you say mausi.
I noted that Manohar was busy playing Patience with cards on the divan. I felt saf
e and proceeded towards the
bathroom. Nandu was already in. I knocked at the toilet door and Nandu instantly
opened it as if he was waiting for me to come inside! He welcomed me with a big
smile and already I could hear my heart beating faster. Our
bathroom was a pretty smallish one and we cramped for space.

Me: Oh! You have not yet started? What were you doing? Nandu: Err Nothing mausi.
I was filling the bucket.
I could already see a bulge under his pant!
Me: Okay, okay. Don t waste my time. I have still a lot to do in the kitchen. Wet
your body. Nandu: One sec mausi, let me wear the towel.
Me: No, no, do not wet the full towel? Nandu: Then?
Me: Are you not wearing a brief below? Nandu: Yes
Me: Then just wear that. I will wash that along with your other clothes. Nandu:
O okay.
Nandu got off his vest and pants briskly and stood in front of me only in his br
ief. I was virtually licking his young tender body with my lusty aged eyes - his
flat chest, his tiny reddish-brown nipples, his V-shaped fat-less upper body st
ructure and, and of course, his crotch. Nandu tried to adjust his brief to hide
his very evident bulge, but was unable to do so. I felt quite amused at his act
and added more oil to the fire by dropping my pallu once
completely off my shoulders to reveal my big boobs to him in the pretext of adju
sting the pallu.
Me: Wet your body.
Nandu: But but mausi, you will get wet.
Me: Why?
Nandu: There s no room for me to space out from you. The commode is so close. Me:
Hmm you are right Nandu.
Nandu: Your sari will get wet.
I was already feeling a gush of blood in my vessels and easily was so very willi
ng to be shameless in front of this
teenager.
Me: Okay, just wait. Let me just unwrap the sari
I started to open my sari standing opposite Nandu. Naturally he was enjoying my
exposure and I could see the
growth in the bulge under his tiny brief. While I undid my sari, I just turned b
ack to him so that he could also
assess my full tight protruding ass. I tucked the sari at the door hook and face
d Nandu clad only in my blouse and
petticoat.
Me: Okay, now my sari is safe. You can start
Nandu nodded and started pouring water on his body with the mug. He was in such
close proximity from me within our small toilet that sprinkles of water were wet
ting my body even though Nandu tried to keep distance from me. He poured 3-4 mug
s of water and then turned to me.
Nandu: Mausi, now you can soap me.
I was starting to get stimulated more seeing his wet body. His brief was now par
tially wet revealing his semi-erect lund inside. I was more than eager to catch
hold of that lively meat.
Me: What s this Nandu? I see dirt on your legs also! Don t you soap at all!
Nandu: But mausi I do soap if the dirt does not go, what can I do?
Me: That means you rub the soap like that only. Huh!
I stepped ahead now with the soap towards Nandu.
Me: Turn back.
Nandu s back was now in front of me. I watered the soap and started to rub his sho
ulders. As soon as I touched his naked skin, a tremor as if passed through my bo
dy. I was feeling as if I was in close proximity with my husband. I was as if ri

ding the cursed horse who had already entered the world of taboo. I was breathin
g heavily and my whole body was getting warmer.
Me: Ish! There s so much dirt on your body Nandu Let me do a full cleaning today. N
andu: Okay mausi.
I completed rubbing his shoulders with soapy water and then descended slowly ont
o his back. I could feel his young vibrant muscles under his skin. My warm, soft
hands must have aroused him as I could feel he was time and again shrugging and
moving his body.
Me: Now, turn towards me.
Nandu could not maintain eye contact with me. I was looking rather obscene since
I was bending for rubbing his body and lot of my cleavage was exposed over my b
louse. I placed my hands on his chest.
Me: Aaah .
I murmur within myself. Nandu s chest felt so good! It was smooth and flat with th
in very thin lining of hair
growth. I could feel his heartbeats clearly on my palms, which was clearly telli
ng that he was definitely excited by
my touch. Overall, indeed it was a wonderful feeling! Once I glanced at his face
and as our eyes met, my face
flushed in shyness. Nandu also shifted his eyes off my face immediately. To make
things hornier, I rubbed his
chest with emphasis on his tiny hard nipples. I twisted his nipples very softly
to kindle Nandu s hidden desires.
Nandu: Aaahhhhh mausi! What are you
Me: What happened? Did I hurt you?
I deliberately pressed my fingers on his hardened nipples while talking.
Nandu: No, I mean I am getting a ticklish feeling mausi.
Me: Huh! What s new in that Nandu? I also feel the same when your mausa-ji presses
me in that region.
I looked directly into his eyes while twisting his stiff nipples, but he turned
out to be more mischievous than I anticipated!
Nandu: O! Then mausi, you also do not soap properly and mausa-ji has to soap you
!
Nandu was now looking at my blouse-covered big boobs directly ignoring my eye co
ntact. He obviously was eyeing my boob flesh and oozing cleavage show. I was a b
it confused what to reply.
Me: No, you idiot! I don t need anyone s help to clean my body. Nandu: But but you s
aid it just now!
I could not understand whether Nandu was asking this innocently or he was trying
to embarrass me. His face and eyes were so innocent that it was hard for me to
believe that he was playing with me!
Me: No

I mean yes

Nandu: I did not get you mausi.

Me: No actually sometimes Arre as you helped me yesterday with wearing my inner wea
r, likewise your mausa-ji also helps me out and sometimes while doing that I mean
I tried to keep my voice as normal as possible, but it was trembling in exciteme
nt while saying all these to my sister s son!

Me: Sometimes your mausa-ji grabs my breast and then only

t touch my nip I mean
nipples.
Nandu: But
ausi!

I mean his fingers migh

but Aaaiiiiii! Does mausa-ji does this to you? You are err

tickling me m

Me: Nandu beta! What can I do? Those are so small that I am unable to get hold o
f them! Your mausa-ji never faces this problem naa!
Nandu: Why?
Me: What sort of stupid question is that?
Nandu: I mean you said that mausa-ji doesn t face this problem, but but how can that
be? Nipples are nipples, yours or mine - they cannot be as big as mangoes!
I was really getting carried away by this ticklish conversation. My hands were sti
ll rubbing his chest and I was now too close to him and certainly if Nandu wante
d he could easily hug me and press my ripe boobs to his chest. But nothing of th
at sort took place.
Me: What rubbish! I know very well that nipples cannot be that big, but not like
these like tiny nuts! Nandu: Eh! The way you are saying mausi seems as if yours a
re like grapes!
Me: Err I mean of course.
Nandu: Huh! No way. I don t believe that! Me: What? You don t believe what?
Nandu: That your nipples are like the size of grapes.
Me: Arre What sort of idiot is this! Don t you know females possess larger nipples
than you males? Nandu: Yes, that I know, but a grape is like this .
Saying that he indicated the size of a grape through his right hand fingers and
showed it to me. Nandu: Mausi, am I to believe that girls have this big a nipple
!
Me: Arre

not all girls

Nandu: Don t fool me mausi.

Me: Oho! How can I make you understand! You are so young! Nandu: Don t just avoid
saying I am young. Tell me mausi I was really wondering what to say to this boy.
Nandu: If you don t tell my mom, I can I can tell you a secret mausi. Me: What secr
et?
Nandu: That s why I am all the more certain that you are not saying a right thing!
Me: What secret?
Nandu: I can confess to you, but don t tell this to
Me:

your mom. Okay baba. Take my word and go ahead.

Nandu: Mausi, we had a maid servant some months ago, now she has left our job, b
ut she was I mean mausi how shall I put it? Err she was very, very shameless.
Me: Why?
Nandu: Mausi, she used to change her clothes in front of me.
Me: What s the big deal in that? Yesterday only you clasped my bra. From that angl
e I was also changing my clothes in front of you.
Nandu: Uhu! Not like that mausi. She always did that. I mean
. you are so much elder

how can I tell you..

Me: Oho! You don t have to say anything. Just answer my questions. What did she do
? She opened her blouse in front of you while changing her clothes?
Nandu: No, no. She is not as old as you.
Me: Hmm she is unmarried then?
Nandu: Yes.
Me: What did she wear?
Nandu: Choli-ghagra and you know mausi, whenever mom was asleep in the afternoon
, she used to change her clothes in front of me though at other times she used t
he toilet.
Me: Hmm... and you watched her?
Nandu: What should I do if she
Me: Great! Did she wear any inner wear?
Nandu: Yes, only in lower portion.
Me: You saw her breasts? Fully unclothed?
Nandu: Ye yes mausi, She used to show them openly to me while changing her choli,
but as I was saying, her nipples were just slightly bigger than me.
Me: Hmm Now I understand why you were so adamant at that time to agree to my word
s? Nandu smiled mildly.
Me: But my dear Nandu. There is a difference between married and unmarried girls
. You won t understand that. Nandu: Tell me naa, I want to know mausi.
Me: Hmm but

Okay.

Suddenly an idea struck me!

Me: But for that I must know that you are big enough so that I can share you these
secrets! Nandu: Mausi, I am grown up now. Tell me naa
Me: I agree to you, but I must see to believe! Nandu: What do you want to see ma
usi?
My throat was getting dried up now, but I had gone so far into this that I did n
ot want to look back. I shed my remaining tinge of verbal shame!
Me: I want to see your whole body so that I know you are grown up now.
Nandu: Mausi but I am quite grownup now. I will feel very ashamed in front of you
. Me: Why? What will happen if I see you without your brief?
Nandu: No, not that anything will happen. But but mausi, I am no longer that litt
le boy that I used to be!
Me: Nandu, that s what I want to see! How big you have grown? That I can know only
by seeing that organ beta!
Nandu: Oh! Is it like that mausi? Then I am opening my brief.
Nandu, though was hesitant, ultimately decided to drop his brief to the floor an
d his tool simply jumped out from
its confined state and I was so pleased to see it! It was not very long, but sto
ut and erect and was freely dangling
its head in the air. It was of course no comparison to my husband s lund, but I wa
s excited seeing its youthful size
and the pink head.
Nandu: Mausi

Me: Telling baba! Hmm. Let me see it first properly. The little boy has grown up
so much! Wah!
My pussy was now vastly itching and I could sense a little wetness also seeing t
his marvelous site, which is a very welcome site for any married woman. I was in
tently looking at his young lund and narrated what definitely was the least desi
rable for a class XI student - that too from his mausi s mouth!
Me: Nandu, these are very secret facts and you should never divulge them to anyo
ne. You should know that there
are some basic changes that happen to a girl s body after marriage. How should I p
ut it? Okay, I am telling you with my example, it will be easier for you to comp
rehend.
Nandu: Right mausi.
Me: Before my marriage my boobs and nipples appeared probably like that, as you
told you have seen your
maidservant s tits while she was changing her dress in front of you. After marriag
e actually when the male and the
female starts living together, they share a close relation physically. Likewise
after my marriage also when I shared
the bed with your mausa-ji, he used to you know do the general things like give me
a hug or adore me. Are you
getting me?
Nandu: Yes mausi.
Me: Good. Now tell me when you go to buy a tennis ball in the shop, how do you d
ecide the best one? Nandu: Easy! I check the ball s hardness, its surface for grip
, and its bounce.
Me: Absolutely. Likewise a married man checks his wife s balls. Every night your m
ausa-ji also checked my
mammaries, but here the mode was slightly different. He squeezed and cupped them
to feel its roundedness and firmness. He could not bounce them of course like y
our tennis ball!
Nandu: Ha ha hah
Me: So when I started getting regular touching and squeezing on my breasts, they
started growing bigger. This is a special phenomenon of the female breasts.
Nandu: I see.
Me: When you will marry, you will also do the same to your wife, that s human natu
re, but it does not remain
restricted to squeezing only. When your mausa-ji made love with me on bed, he hu
gged me, he kissed me, he
squeezed my breasts, he pinched my buttocks, and he even took me in his lap. So,
all these are called foreplays and when a man and a woman do this they feel exc
ited.
My voice was getting husky and I licked my dry lips with my tongue to maintain c
omposure. Nandu: Then?
Me: Then in that excitement your mausa-ji used to lick my breasts
Nandu: Over your blouse?
Me: Uff! What sort of idiot is this! Of course not! Nandu: Sorry mausi. Okay.
Me: While your mausa-ji kissed and embraced me initially, he removed my dress. T
hen he licked my breasts and nipples. And everyday when he started doing that, m

y nipples also started to grow. And then your didi was born I used to breast-fee
d her and that process made my nipples even bigger in size.
Nandu: Oho! Now I get your point.
Me: It s about time also you duffer!
Nandu: Now just stand still and let me complete the cleaning.
I started to soap his body again and obviously my focus was on his lund, which w
as hanging freely in the air.
Listening to my lusty descriptions, it has grown bigger and looked more attracti
ve now. I honestly felt like sucking
it!
My hands reached his navel and then going further down touched his pubic hairs.
Nandu was evidently very uncomfortable as now my hands were approaching his erec
t dick.
S-u-n-i-t-a! S-u-n-i-t-a!
As if someone slapped me! I was immediately back on the grounds of reality. I im
mediately responded realizing my husband needed me for some reason. I quickly wr
apped my sari around my body and looked desperately one last time at Nandu s dangl
ing dick before getting out of the toilet. I cursed Manohar the whole day as he
deprived me of the golden opportunity to enjoy Nandu s young tight lund. It was so
frustrating - neither my husband would do anything physically/sexually with me
nor would he allow me to go my own way - that whole day I repented
innumerable times regarding Manohar s interruption at the pinnacle.
Nothing much happened further that day, but I was on the right track of slow poi
soning Nandu sensually!
The morning greeted me with the good news that Manohar would be out for some wor
k and would return by lunch. Though my maidservant would be there working in the
house till 10 a.m., I would surely extract time for Nandu
exclusively after that. I quickly had my plan chalked out in my mind so that it
looks absolutely normal to him as well as it serves my purpose. At about the tim
e when my maidservant Gayathri was about to leave, I started cleaning the house.
Nandu was going through some storybook that his mausa-ji had gifted him yesterd
ay.
As soon as Manohar went out, I changed my sari. I deliberately selected a somewh
at flimsy sari so that Nandu s
eyes keeps glued to my body. As I checked myself in the mirror I noticed my sari
revealed my blouse and petticoat adequately through it. In any case, due to the
feeling of tautness in my breasts I was not wearing an undergarment inside my b
louse during the morning hours; so I was looking rather sexy in this transparent
sari with my freely
swaying boobs. I was wearing a panty because actually I was wearing it from last
night. In fact, last night we all
went out for a dinner and coming back I was feeling so sleepy that I just change
d to a nighty and went to bed and did not feel like removing the panty.
It was about time for Gayathri to leave and I called Nandu and involved him also
for cleaning up the bookshelf.
After 10-15 minutes Gayathri left and I closed the front door. Now there was onl
y Nandu and me in the house. My
heart started to race faster and an uncanny feeling was wrapping me. I closed my
eyes and tried to take control

over my nerves before coming to the dining hall where Nandu was. I started to wo
rk according to my plan. I went to
the bathroom to pick up the mopper and went back to the dining hall. As I passed
Nandu, who was crouching in
front of the bookshelf, I noticed he took a peep through my sari and got a gala
view of my fleshy deep navel from a
low angle. I had of course tied my sari below my navel. Already I could feel tha
t I was driving my hormones crazy.
I yawned in front of Nandu raising my both hands in the air to give him a very s
exy view of my body and then
tucked my sari to my waist, a bit more than usual, just above my knees and also
lowered my sari a bit more off my waist to expose my hips. I secured the pallu i
n position and was about to clean with the mopper.
Me: Nandu, leave the bookshelf and sit there.
I just started wiping with the mopper without waiting for his reply. I could not
ice that Nandu wasn't wasting any chance whatsoever and was eyeing at my exposed
legs very clumsily as he sat on the chair beside the bookshelf. I was quite awa
re of his peeking glances all over my body. Honestly, this was turning me on too
quite a bit. I mopped the floor as slowly as possible giving him ample leg and
cleavage show in my semi-parent sari.
Me: Okay, so that it.
I was done with mopping the hall and was taking the mopper back to the bathroom.
Nandu looked somewhat
disappointed, which was apparent also, as he must have been thinking that my sho
w had come to an end. Hence I quickly assured him with a passing comment.
Me: Get ready Nandu, you will need to help me when I come back. Nandu: Ji mausi.
I came back to the hall with a dirty cloth and a stool.
Me: Nandu, I will clean the fan. Just see how much dirt it has gathered! Nandu:
Oh! Okay mausi. Tell me what I need to do?
Me: Place this stool right below the fan.
The stool was moderately high with two steps at its sides to climb up. Nandu rea
dily positioned the stool
underneath our ceiling fan in the dining space. This time I portrayed a very all
uring observation for him as I climbed up the stool.
Me: Oho! Fetch me that cloth.
I pretended as if I forgot to pick up that dirty wet cloth before mounting on th
e stool. Nandu: Sure mausi. Here it is.
He eagerly fetched me the wet cloth and stood by my side grinning as if he was w
aiting for my next command! This boy is learning fast! I said to myself and told h
im what he was waiting to hear probably.
Me: Nandu, can you just hold the stool?
Nandu: Yes, yes, why not? Mausi, please be careful regarding your balance while
standing on the stool. Me: Since the floor is wet you better hold it appropriate
ly!
I saw he bent down a bit and held the edges of the stool. Everything was falling
in place as I had planned. I lifted
my arms to clean the fan while Nandu kept holding the stool. I had left my pallu
free flowing over my shoulder on purpose, so within a few seconds my pallu gave

way and moved quite a bit in the midrib section exposing my bare tummy complete
ly. I continued cleaning in that position and looked down to only find Nandu enj
oying a great view of my navel and boobs from that angle.
Me: Nandu, hold it properly beta, if I fall I will surely break a bone! Nandu: M
ausi, you just don t worry.
Nandu was sufficiently tall and I saw from the corner of my eyes that his face w
as actually only inches away from my waistline and I could feel the hot air from
his breath brush the base of my belly. In fact, I reacted to it and tucked my b
elly inwards a bit and really enjoyed doing that! At this very matured age of 40
, the slut inside me was getting released by this class XI boy!
As I began cleaning the first wing of the fan, I had to stretch my arm wider, aw
ay from my body, and also had to part my legs significantly wide to reach till t
he tip.
Me: Oops!
I said to myself as I instantly realized that my sari was tucked up and already
half of my legs were exposed and now as I parted my legs my situation was rather
vulnerable. And within moments what Nandu did simply made my whole face red lik
e a cherry!
Nandu: Mausi, one sec.
Me: What happened?
Nandu: A coin slipped off my pocket. Me: Oh! Okay, pick that up.
It did not miss my eyes that Nandu purposefully dropped the coin from his side-p
ocket and left the hold of the
stool briefly so that he could pick up the coin. He bent down and as he was pick
ing up the coin I noticed his head
was still up looking at me and in fact was peeping underneath my sari! Suddenly
I was very conscious of my nudity
underneath my sari excepting the scanty cover of my panty and before I could eve
n react, I could make out he was
getting an unhindered view of my panty as he straightaway lifted his head up fro
m that awkward position below.
Nandu seemed mesmerized for a few seconds, which actually seemed for a lifetime
to me. I shifted uncomfortably and tried to close my thighs together.
Nandu: Okay mausi. Am back! You continue the cleaning.
Nandu held the stool with his hands, but all this while his eyes remained rivete
d inside my sari until he was up
beyond that point and stood at my waist level. I continued with cleaning the bla
des of the fan. As I was wiping the
blades with my arms raised, my left breast got completely off the sari pallu and
my sweaty blouse could hardly
contain my fully erect nipple. Nandu must have been more than obliged to view my
bra-less juggling breasts from
that angle.
Now I went ahead to the next move of my plan.
Me: What happened Nandu? Why is the stool moving? Are you not holding it properl
y? My reaction was sudden enough to catch Nandu on the wrong foot.
Nandu: No, no mausi. I am holding it correctly.
Me: Then why did it move?
Nandu: Where? It s absolutely okay mausi. Don t worry.
Me: Uhuh! I think the base of the stool is not that firm. O
aused just for a second.

Okay

Do one thing! I p

Me: You You just hold me along with the stool to be on the safer side.
Listening to this, Nandu s face turned more cheerful as if that was his hidden des
ire! Nandu: Sure mausi. And that way you will be much safer.
I could feel his left hand immediately on my foot. The room seemed to be charged
up with an air of sexual feelings and I closed my eyes as I was feeling Nandu s h
ands on my naked legs just below my knee. Nandu was still looking up at the fan
(=me) to see how it was cleaned. I was trying to concentrate on my job and was a
bout to clean the last wing of the fan. Just within seconds, I could clearly fee
l his hand creep up a bit unmistakably. This movement of Nandu easily sent shive
rs all through my body. I felt his left hand creep up on my bare leg and rested
on my knee. I was also made up of flesh and blood and was unable to ignore this
lad s moves.
Me: Nandu err I am feeling a bit awkward as you are holding to only one leg. It s be
tter if you could hold me with both hands. I will feel I mean will feel secure th
en.
Nandu: Sure mausi. Sure. Why not?
Warning bells started ringing in my head as I could feel Nandu holding my bare k
nees just below my tucked up sari with both hands.
The one side of my mind was screaming to stop such alluring things to this young
innocent class XI boy as I was
entering the 'point of no return' at that very moment. However, the other half o
f my mind was already lulled and
taken control by my basic sexual need and hidden desire. In this brief conflict,
the needs overtook the reason and
I continued to clean the blade of the fan while I was thoroughly enjoying the to
uches of his hand on my bare legs.
I could easily comprehend that Nandu was also getting the courage at this junctu
re and his hands was very slowly creeping up my knees. His palms were soft, but
firm and they tiptoed up my legs centimeter by centimeter. I
looked down for a moment and realized his hands were about to enter within my sa
ri and behaved that I was totally ignorant of his moves. I also noticed that the
young lad was also sweating, not just because the fan was switched off, but als
o for his bold moves on his mausi!
As I wiped the last blade eternally I felt Nandu s hands were for the first time i
nside my sari and petticoat and touching the base of my well formed smooth thigh
s and resting squarely there. I made a hissing sound by which actually I tried t
o control my emotions. Nandu was maturing by the minute! His index finger was ve
ry subtly
drawing some circles on my warm bare thighs and pressing the flesh with his othe
r fingers. And he was doing all these while his face was innocently looking at t
he fan. This truly was a very very diverse sensation and I had never felt likewi
se even with Manohar ever before! Nandu was clearly arousing me sexually but we
both behaved that we are ignorant to each other - this surely was a totally new
experience for me!
Naturally with this sort of hot action, my pussy itched vigorously and I had to
scratch it once in order to even
stand properly. I looked at my hands - both were wet with dirty water and I was
holding the mopping cloth also.
Moreover, Nandu was standing so close to my body. I wondered how could I at all
scratch my pussy to overcome the
itch! I waited some moments. Nandu s hands never halted! He must have been enjoyin
g the heat that my thighs
were already generating and seemed pretty engrossed in it.
But I was desperate!

Me: Nan Nandu

He immediately stopped his hand movement on my legs. Nandu: Ye yes mausi?
Me: I mean can you help I mean help me a bit? Nandu: What?
Me: Actually I am having Well actually as you can see my hands are all wet with th
is dirty water, can you do me a
favor?
Nandu: Surely.
Me: I am I mean I am having a vigorous itch. Uff! I can t stand it.
Nandu: Where? Tell me naa mausi, I will rub the area.
Me: Yes, that s what I was saying actually its there below my waist.
How could I say directly that I was having an itch in my pussy? I tried to be as
modest as possible. Nandu: Below your waist at the back?
Me: No, no. In the err in the front. Here
I indicated my sari-covered genital area to Nandu. Nandu: Oho! Okay. Okay.
He had already taken out his hands from under my sari and now he took his right
hand right to my panty-covered pussy and touched me right over my honey pot!
Nandu: Here mausi?
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaah! Yes, yes.
He placed his killer right hand palm just over my pussy and pressed there! I close
d my eyes and sighed out aloud. Nandu started rubbing my crotch over my sari and
it was such a vulgar scene yet I felt so relaxed as he did that. He was rubbing
me directly on my love spot over my sari, petticoat, and panty and must have fe
lt my curled, dense bush of pubic hair. I even shamelessly directed him to be at
the right spot!
Me: Yes, f-i-n-e . Now a little below. Ahhhhhhhh. Uhhhhhhhhh. Nandu: Okay mausi.
Me: Yes, yes. Right. Ahhhhhhhhh! But don t just rub you idiot! Scratch hard! Nandu
: As you say mausi.
Nandu was now almost grabbing my pussy over my sari with his right hand as he ru
bbed and scratched my crotch vigorously. Though I was not getting 100% comfort f
rom my vaginal itch as I felt like inserting a finger in my slit, but this was u
ndoubtedly a hair-raising sensual experience for me. I could well realize that I
was dying to get
naked now in front of this class XI guy and get fucked by him. But some good sen
ses probably still prevailed inside me and I somehow was able to press the stop bu
tton.
Me: Ahhhhhhhh! O . Okay. Tha Thanks Nandu. Am feeling err better. Nandu: Okay mausi.
He was still very obedient to me unlike any other male to whom if given this sor
t of tempting indulgence, he surely would have made me naked by this time and fu
cked me hard without a miss. But since I was his own blood-related mausi and an
elderly lady at her 40s, he probably could not gather that courage in him to pin
me down. My condition was indescribable. I obviously had stopped cleaning the f
an and gasped for breath standing on the stool with my legs wide apart. I was wo
ndering how to get him in the groove to pin me down, but right at that moment ju
st as a buffalo enters a pool of lotus, the doorbell rang and smashed my whole b
uild-up to smithereens!
It was my brother! Nandu s mama! He got the news earlier that Nandu had come to st
ay in the vacation with us and as he got an early off today from his office (=sc
hool) due to the death of a founder-member, he came to meet him! I was fully puz
zled what to do and felt like, if nothing else, get fucked by my brother! I pret
ended that I had to do much cleanup and left the place as quickly as possible an
d behind closed doors I tried to masturbate, but
unfortunately could not have a full discharge due to my menopausal problems. Lik
e the previous day, I was left with a feeling of incompleteness with my boobs ac

hing and discharging wetting my bra, but where I wanted the

discharge - my vaginal path - remained semi-dry!
Yesterday the whole afternoon I writhed in body aches and restlessness and someh
ow managed till my brother was
there in the house. As he left I immediately decided to go to the doctor. Manoha
r was also back by that time and
he accompanied me to the doctor. I used to visit Dr. Mrs. Kothari whose chamber
was nearby and who in fact
delivered my only issue also. She examined me and declared that I was on the ver
ge of menopause and hence I was
getting such erratic symptoms. She prescribed me a lubricant cream to apply at m
y vagina twice and an ointment
for my boobs to be applied once a day. She told me that since the latter was to
be applied only once a day, I could
take help of my husband and apply that at night before sleep. She also gave me s
ome sleeping pills to have longer
sleeps and for soothing my nerves. She advised me to refrain from any sexual act
s or sexual thoughts for the next
3-4 days before she checks me again.
But that night time even after taking the pills time and again that scene was co
ming to my mind where Nandu was
rubbing my pussy over my sari while I was standing on the stool for cleaning the
ceiling fan. I was visualizing the
way I was gyrating my hips as his fingers rubbed and pressed over my love spot!
He could clearly feel my curly
pubic hairs and slit inside my panty - how shameful! Issss how could I do that! N
andu must be masturbating hard
tonight thinking of me.
The next morning I was in fact feeling much better. Thanks to my GYN doctor! My
usual morning breast aches,
especially around my nipples, was minimal and since I had a long tight sleep, I
was feeling very refreshed too! Of
course, I ignored my doctor s advice to refrain from sexual acts and thoughts and
indulged myself into Nandu again!
As I served the breakfast today I did not miss to make good use of my big firm m
ilk tanks because as I moved to
give the food from the side to Nandu who was sitting on the table, I deliberatel
y brushed and pressed my globes
on his head and face a number of times. And it was all the more easier for me as
Manohar was still shaving and I
capitalized the opportunity to magnetize Nandu again. I must say this class XI b
oy was having a gala time enjoying
his vacation with my heavy teasing. As I moved back to the kitchen I walked slow
ly and swung my wide fleshy
buttocks appreciably so that Nandu did not miss that. I was sure he was getting
a full and unrestricted view of my
sari-covered pumpkin ass.
I was just waiting for my hubby to leave so that I could get this young lad into
the right groove again. Manohar
took his time and went off at around 10:30 and I released my maidservant Gayathr
i a bit early to ensure the coast was clear and safe.
Me: Nandu! Nandu! Can you come to my room once beta?
Nandu almost came running as if he was anticipating that I would call him, as hi
s mausa-ji was not at home! He was
clever enough to realize that by this time. I was already on bed waiting like a

cunning lioness for the innocent lamb!

Me: Yesterday, you know, the doctor gave me an ointment for relief.
Nandu: I see. Are you better now mausi?
Me: Yes, definitely. But I have a problem now Nandu: What mausi?
Me: Actually the doctor told me to apply the ointment twice a day. Your mausa-ji
applied them yesterday night and will again apply them tonight, but I need to a
pply it now.
Nandu: When will mausa-ji return?
Me: If it can be done through him, why should I call you at all! He will have lu
nch coming back. Nandu: No, I mean you can get it done by him when he returns.
Me: Nandu, the doctor told me to apply it once around 12 before going to bath. N
andu: O! I see. Sorry. Then how can I help you mausi?
He was coming to the right track now.
Me: Actually I was a bit confused whom to ask for help as its
Nandu waited for me to complete the sentence though I fumbled. Me: I mean actual
ly its meant for my breasts.
Nandu looked at my breasts, but as soon as our eyes met, he shifted his gaze els
ewhere quickly.
I indicated him to bring in the medication tubes that were on the cot-side table
. He brought the ointment-bottle and the cream.
Me: This is not required for now
I indicated to my vaginal cream and he kept it back on the table.
Me: But Nandu, one thing, you must give word that you will not tell anybody that
you are helping me with with I mean with this massage.
Nandu seemed surprised. Or was he pretending?
Nandu: But but why mausi? What s the harm?
Me: Uff! Do you always need to act like that? Tell me, why I went to the doctor
yesterday?
Nandu: You

you were having some problems, that s why.

Me: Right, but where?

Nandu: Umm

Err that I don t know exactly mausi.

Me: Then? Just see. That s why I am telling you naa If I am saying you not to tell
others, definitely there is some logic behind that. Isn t it?
Nandu frowned at me and I could realize he was still not sure what I meant.
Me: See, yesterday actually I went to the doctor since I was having some pains i
n my breasts and also in my err what should I say there.
I shamelessly indicated towards my sari-covered pussy area to him with right han
d. Me: How can I share this to everybody? Can I?
Nandu: Oho! Now I got you.
Me: Huh!
I pretended to be offended about Nandu. Nandu: Sorry about that mausi.

Me: It s okay. Don t waste any more time. Let me lie down first.
Nandu opened the ointment bottle and started opening its cap. Did I hear a faste
r heartbeat within me? Me: How much to take mausi?
Me: O-h-o! What are you doing? Wait
Nandu: Why? What happened now?
Me: O God! What sort of buffoon is this! Will you apply the ointment over my blo
use, you dupe!
Nandu s eyes as if glittered getting the direct hint from his 40-year-old mausi to
open her blouse! Nandu: Oho! Sure mausi. Just a second!
He quickly kept the bottle on bed and advanced towards my pillow. I looked up fr
om my lying position - the door of the room was open, but since there was no one
in the house, I was pretty safe. Still, probably out of my womanly shyness, I a
sked him to close the door as I was mentally quite geared up to do a shameless e
xposition in front of this young lad. He followed my command like an obedient do
g and came back to the bed again.
Me: Okay, now open
I had already removed the pallu off my mammaries and soon felt Nandu s cold nimble
fingers on my blouse opening
each hook, one by one from the top. I felt his fingers were surprisingly steady
for this act! I closed my eyes and
had naturally started breathing heavily. I could feel his fingers touching my na
ked cleavage and the bulge of both
boobs over my brassiere. After all the hooks were open, I rolled over and rasied
my arms in the air so that he could pull off the blouse completely off my body.
Me: Fine. Now, pull the one too.
I gave him the command lying on my stomach on the bed. I must have been looking
ravishingly sexy with my whole back fully nude except for the bra strap. Nandu s c
ock must have gotten hard seeing me in this position.
Nandu: Y yes m mausi.
I heard the stammer in his mouth. I almost quivered as I felt his tender fingers
working with my bra hook. He was able to open my brassiere after three to four
tries. Good job , I thought considering him to be a class XI kid. I still remember
my early married days when my husband always fumbled at opening my bra hook and
most times he used to just drag my bra up over my breasts during our intimate lo
ve sessions.
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! It feels so good to be out of it. Nandu: Yes ma
usi, it was so close fitting!
I rolled over again to lie on my back and automatically out of reflex my hands c
ame to cover the beauty of my
naked globes. For the first time probably I felt shy to be absolutely topless in
front of my sister s son. Nandu was about to pull my brassiere off my breasts whe
n I stopped him.
Me: Can you I mean Nandu, can you please close the windows. I am I am feeling very
shy. Nandu: But but curtains are already there mausi! How could anyone peep?
Me: Nandu, just do what I am telling you to do!
Nandu reluctantly got off the bed again and closed the two windows and suddenly
there was some dearth of light in the room as the door and the windows were both
closed; however, we could see each other pretty evidently.
Me: Now, its better.

Nandu was back near my head and now I myself pulled off my bra from my boobs mak
ing them completely exposed.
I could well realize Nandu was thunderstruck for a while seeing the gorgeousness
of my matured, round, firm
mammaries.
Me: What are you looking at? Nandu: No no nothing.
He quickly took the ointment bottle and avoided my eye contact. Me: Do they look
good?
I directly asked him shedding all my inhibitions. Nandu: Ye yes . Surely mausi!
I smiled seeing his uncomfortable and hopeless condition. Now I was also eager t
o know how hard his lund was seeing my naked upper treasures, but wondered how t
o know that!
Me: Don t just sit idle, start your work.
Nandu: Oh! Right mausi!
Nandu opened the ointment bottle and took some liquid on his palm and started ru
bbing it with both hands. Me: But yesterday, you know Nandu, the doctor told ano
ther thing.
Nandu: What?
Me: He said whoever massages your boobs, you also need to massage him in return.
Nandu: Irk! That s something I am hearing for the first time!
Nandu seemed quite amused hearing that.
Me: Yes, because this is not a normal massage naa Nandu: Hmm. That s true.
Me: So yesterday night when your mausa-ji massaged me, I also massaged him. Nand
u: But if I don t have a pain, why should you massage me?
Me: That s the trick beta! You will develop the pain as you start massaging.
Nandu: Really. Lets see!
Nandu had mixed and rubbed the oil well on his both palms and now grabbed my bot
h boobs and started massaging.
I as if got the shock of my life! I simply shivered and just closed my eyes as I
felt his oily hands on my naked boob
flesh. And naturally my exposed nipples also instantly got erect getting the tou
ch of Nandu directly on them. Both
my nipples were rock hard and fully erect instantly! I was gasping for breath as
he continued to softly massage my
big naked boobs.
Me: Aaaaaaahhhh! Uiiiiiiiii reeee! Uff! It feels so g-o-o-d .
Nandu was also gaining in confidence and courage. The gentle rubbing and massagi
ng was converting into tighter
squeezes of my taut boob flesh. Obviously I was greatly enjoying his massage and
squeezing and was writhing in
excitement as he continued to feel the roundedness and tightness of my warm mamm
aries in both hands.
Me: Aaah! Nandu Press them h-a-r-d!
Nandu readily increased the force with which he was grabbing my boobs and gave m
e such a very tight squeeze
with his right hand just like a matured male that I was confused whether I was w
ith a class XI boy or Manohar! I looked at his face and it clearly depicted a if
you demand more, I can deliver more type of attitude!
Me: Now, I will also massage you, my dear!
Nandu was kneading and massaging my firm tits with both hands as if squashing fl

our with water to make a

roti ! Me: N-a-n-d-u, are you feeling any pain?

Nandu: Ye I mean no!

I could not wait any longer and simply grabbed his lund inside his pajama.
Me: Wow!
That was my instant reaction feeling the hardness of his lund inside his pajama.
Nandu: Oh! Mausi what are you doing?
I did not listen to him and started caressing and pressing his young erect lund
and tried to grasp it in my hand, but was unable to do that as he was wearing a
brief under his pajama.
Nandu: Mausi, p-l-e-a-s-e! What

Eii . what are you doing?

I was more eager now to take his lund out of his pajama and instantly worked in
my mind what to do next to fulfill
my desire!
Me: What . What s this? Stop. Stop massaging!
All of a sudden I pretended to be angry about something. Nandu: M

mausi, what s up?

Me: I say stop massaging . Shame on you Nandu!

Nandu looked very confused and somewhat pale at my sudden change of mood, but he
was still holding to my naked
boobs!
Nandu: Ma mausi what happened? Did I do anything wrong? Me: Wrong? What s this? Why
is it so hard?
I kept holding and pressing his erect lund inside his pajama. Nandu: Err I I don t k
now mausi.
Me: Am I a fool that I would not understand? Your mausi asked you for some help
and you are enjoying her helplessness! Shame on you Nandu!
Nandu: Mausi, please don t be angry but I did not do anything believe me
Me: Then?
He quickly removed his hands now off my bare tits and his head drooped before me
. I was thoroughly enjoying this innocent boy s messy condition.
Me: Speak up! Tell me how did it become so hard?
Nandu:
I was
Me: So
! It s

Mausi I mean err as soon as I started opening your blouse for the massage,
I was feeling feeling something in my body and then only it got hard.
that means you enjoyed opening my blouse and seeing my naked breasts. Huh
a disgrace you are like my son Nandu .

Nandu: Mausi, I did not have any such intention, believe me mausi
Me: Then? What is this?
I indicated and stroked his penis over his pajama.
Nandu: Mausi

I got carried away. I have never opened a girl s blouse like this!

Me: That s all right! But you are applying a medicine to me? Isn t it? That s why I ha
ve opened my blouse in front of you. Will I go to anyone and open my blouse for
a massage! What do you think of me?
Nandu: No, no mausi. I

All this time I was sitting on the bed, still in a complete topless condition, c
onversing with this Class XI boy.
Me: I never expected this from you Nandu! Even yesterday night when your mausa-j
i was massaging me, I in turn massaged his but he was not as hard as you!
Nandu remained silent with his head drooping and naturally seemed quite anxious
and confused. Me: Speak up!
Nandu: Mausi I had never touched a girl s breast and and your breasts are so beautif
ul and big. I I got carried
away
Me: Hmm. Let me see how much you are carried away ! Open your pajama once. Nandu lo
oked at me with a question mark on his face.
Me: Open it. Open it. Let me see. Stand up and open it.
Nandu realized that he has to be in a pants down position and hence stood up on be
d and started opening the
thread of his pajama. He pulled it down slowly and his brief expectedly looked l
ike a tent. He now pulled his brief
down top his knees and in front of my face was a naked young erect dick! I notic
ed Nandu s lund was now fully erect and the pink head showed up through his foresk
in. My lower jaws hung down seeing this very inviting scene.
Me: Hmm. So this is the way you are helping me for a massage! Just see! How big
it has grown! Before Nandu could say anything I grabbed his naked penis in my ri
ght hand and inspected it. Me: Ouuuuuuuuuu! Shhhhhhhhhhh
.
It was such a heavenly feeling to grab this young hot lund and that too after su
ch a gap! I have honestly forgotten
when I last grabbed and played with my husband s dick because the last few times w
e had intercourse it was such
an irritating routine phenomenon! Manohar just kept hugging me on bed and pushed
his head inside my dense boobs,
then somehow lifted my nighty till my waist first and then up to my shoulder and
played with my naked tits and
that s all! Then he inserts his lund into my hole as if performing a routine task
and pumps out his juice and then?
Dozes off!
Thus my excitement was definitely in excess of normal to see, feel, and groping
Nandu s naked lund. Nandu s
condition was pathetic. He was fully excited, his penis was rock hard, his balls
were throbbing, but he could not jack off! I was enjoying the whole thing to th
e hilt and probably even more than a direct fuck!
Me: So Nandu? This is how you planned to massage my breasts!
I played with his rod nodding my head. Though it was limp, but the stiffness was
excellent.
Nandu stood like bamboozle not knowing what to reply to me and get out of this s
ituation. Me: Nandu you said you got carried away touching my breasts right?
Nandu: Ji ji mausi.
Me: Okay, now you are not touching my boobs? So lets see whether it comes to nor
mal size or not. If yes, then it s fine, otherwise I will presume that your outloo
k is dubious.
I almost sounded like a school teacher threatening her student. Nandu: But but oka
y.
I was still holding and stroking his lund and there was simply no way his lund c
ould get back to normal position. Me: Do I need to hide them?
Saying that I indicated to my hanging naked tits. Nandu: No no, no.
He was in a real mess and state of embarrassment. He was utterly confused how to

normalize his erect penis. I was having a gala time playing and stroking his yo
ung stiff lund.
Nandu: Mausi I mean I don t know why I am unable to err Me: Hmm so that means your
Nandu: No, no mausi. Believe me! My outlook towards you is clean. I swear! Me: H
mm, I take your word.
Nandu: Th thanks!
Me: Okay, okay. But let me try to bring it back to normal. Nandu: But but how wil
l you do that mausi?
Me: You just wait and see.
Nandu was still standing on my bed with his hanging naked dick and I was sitting
near his legs absolutely topless. Me: Come near me and put your rod in my mouth
.
Nandu: What what are you saying!
I gave him a strong look and he immediately followed my order. Nandu: O okay maus
i, as you say.
Nandu came one step ahead and his dangling lund was almost touching the smooth s
kin of my face. He was waiting
that I would take his lund in my mouth, but I wanted him to put it in my mouth.
Seeing I was not taking any action,
he held his dick with his right hand and made it touch my lips. That was all tha
t I needed!
I embraced his lund with my warm thick lips and was going up and down grazing th
e whole stiff shaft. This made him more excited and he was now releasing groans
being sexually excited. Then I started licking Nandu s lund and this was the first
time I was taking any male s penis in my mouth apart from Manohar s. The feeling wa
s
inexpressible and my whole body was shaking in excitement. I now started sucking
Nandu s lund making him go mad in excitement. My pace was slow at the beginning,
but I myself got so much excited sucking this young cock that within moments I w
as feverishly sucking his lund. This time I held his cock with both my hands and
did the sucking with occasional licking and probing of the pink head of his tig
ht rod. I rolled over my tongue again and again on the tight skin simultaneously
squeezing his balls to make things worse for him.
Though I should have realized that this action was a bit too much for this young
lad and very expectedly within
minutes Nandu exploded right in my mouth. And as I released his cock from my mou
th, his sperms spew out all over my face. Nandu looked hopeless and I could not
react properly to this also! A drop or two of his sperm was on my lips and I sha
melessly licked it with my mouth.
Me: Ooh! It tastes soooooooooooooooooooooooooo g-o-o-d!
Nandu seemed to be eternally discharging as though his cock appeared limp now it
was still releasing hot fluid! I could not resist myself and again took his lun
d in my mouth and started sucking it and this time was gulping his discharge ver
y eagerly.
Nandu: M-a-u-s-i

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Nandu must have been enjoying this oral service thoroughly and so was I. After s
ucking his last drop I released him off my clutches.
Nandu: Mausi, you I mean you err swallowed that? Me: Why? Do you want it back?
Nandu: He he

how can I get that back? You have already

Me: Yes, I have gulped that, but I can recreate that if you want!
Nandu seemed curious. I was wiping the sperms dotted on my face with my blouse,
as it was due for a wash, so I thought why not use it as a napkin.
Nandu: Yes mausi!
Me: Come here. First let me clean you once.
I wiped off his pubic hairs, which also was soaked with fluid and cleaned his di
ck with my blouse. Me: Now don t stand any more like a pillar. Get out of the bed.
Nandu jumped off the bed like an obedient dog. I was all along talking and sitti
ng before him in my topless condition giving him a very erotic show with my big
naked juggling tits.
Me: Now I will recreate in you what I have swallowed! Nandu: No clue how will yo
u do that mausi!
I smiled at his foolish remark and nodded my head like an experienced campaigner
. Nandu was standing by the cot
and I also joined him there.
Me: Now hug me as your mausa-ji does. Nandu looked confused, obviously.
Nandu: But mausi
Me: What happened? Can t you give me a hug? You don t have to be like your mausa-ji,
okay? Just hug me idiot! Nandu: Yes but
Nandu was still hesitating.
Me: Oh no! What would I do with this duffer!
Saying that I pulled him towards my body and pressed him tightly with both hands
on my body. Me: Okay? Now you do that to me.
Nandu: O

Okay.

Nandu was clearly hesitant but somehow managed to hug me, but that was also a ve
ry cautious approach if I say the least. My bare tits were pressing on his chest
and that must have started increasing his blood pressure.
Me: Now let me share your mausa-ji s secret of hugging. But for heavens sake, plea
se don t apply that to anybody! Nandu just nodded. He was probably more interested
to get the feel of my big boobs on his chest.
Me: Just see where have you kept your hands?
Nandu: On your err. back and shoulder.
Me: Right! And that s the difference between you and your mausa-ji. Nandu: Where d
oes mausa-ji.. err.. keep his hands?
Me: Here.
Saying that I took his right hand off my shoulder and placed it directly on my s
ari-covered ass.
Me: Whenever your mausa-ji hugs me, he feels me here he does not keep his hand st
ationary, but feels my whole
buttock.
That was enough for Nandu to get charged once again. I could feel his limp lund
was again gaining strength as his palm felt the tight flesh of my round ass. His
left hand also was there on my ass in a flash and not only was he feeling my as
s smoothness, but also giving me gentle squeezes there over my sari.
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh yes, do it with both hands

Nandu: Y

yes m-a-u-s-i.

Now he was gripping my tight ass flesh amply within both palms and squeezing it
at his free will. I took my hand quickly to his lund and was astonished to gathe
r how quickly it was getting revitalized!
Immediately the scene of my husband came to my mind. I do not even remember when
he fucked me twice in a row
in last one to two years! And to get him refreshed for another session was a cum
bersome task. He confessed to me
that he did not get excited any more seeing me naked once he has ejaculated, nei
ther does he get the stimulation
by squeezing my boobs. I tried to charge him up by stroking his limp lund, which
also was ineffective. Then we
worked out that after one intercourse session if we were interested in another,
which was a very rare case though,
I had to do some activities so that he gets charged up again. But, honestly the
process was so arduous for me in
that state that I did not bother him for a second fuck. I had to do a series of
exhibitionism for him to get his lund
tighter again, which at times seemed very disgraceful for me. After cleaning up
the mess of our first intercourse I
had to wear my undergarments again and then go to the toilet. Manohar admitted h
e felt excited seeing me in that
fashion. Then if I drink water or comb my hair or speed up the fan, etc., I had
to move about in the room in that
scanty outfit. Though no one was seeing me except Manohar, I felt very ashamed m
oving about like that. He would
then lit up a cigarette invariably and till he finished that I had to be in my s
heer undergarments, which was a
significant period of time and if he felt like he would caress my butts over my
panty and squeeze my boobs from
over my bra. Lastly when he was stimulated again, I had to once again open my un
dergarments and engage in the
intercourse!
Seeing Nandu s rate, at which his lund was getting hard and erect, I was vastly ex
cited. Me: Do you like that Nandu?
I almost whispered in his ears. Nandu s hands were strongly caressing my tight ass
flesh. Nandu: Y yes mausi. Very much!
Me: Hmm. I am also enjoying it very much dear! It s so long that someone has done
this to me .
Nevertheless I was feeling so wholly energized after such a long gap! It was suc
h a sensational feeling that I let him have a little reward.
Me: One sec Nandu let me just pull this up!
Saying that I just pulled up my remaining sari still on my body and my petticoat
to my waist so that Nandu could now get his hands on my panty-covered butt chee
ks.
Me: Now do your massage!
Nandu was as if given the path to heaven and he started mauling my big, round as
s with added vigor and with zero resistance from my end his fingers began to hov
er over my panty as I held my sari up at my waist! Nandu in his
excitement leaned closer and closer to me and massaged my pumpkin ass with both
hands. I was completely
drenched in a feeling of amazement and strong fervor. I could well realize that

the all-too-familiar tingling

sensation was nicely building up in between my thighs once again. The more his f
ingers worked on my panty-covered buttocks, the more the itchy sense grew inside
me.
Me: Aaaaaaah! Uuuuuuiiiiiiiiii maaaaaaaaaa! Uffffffffffff! Aaaaaaaaaaaffffffff!
I openly sighed all sorts groans and moans very shamelessly as I was getting mas
saged by this class XI boy on my
gaand.
Me: Aaah! Nandu, stop stop beta I can t take it any more. Nandu: Oh! O okay m
Me: Aaah! They must be all red by now!
Nandu: What mausi?
Me: My gaand! You rascal! The way you have squeezed them . Uffff .
I dropped my sari to my feet, but tucked it off my sari from my waist. So I was
standing now in front of Nandu
only in my petticoat with my both big boobs already fully uncovered. I got up to
the bed and invited him there.
Me: Full marks to you for your massage but let me see how do you massage my back?
Doodh and gaand massages were superb my darling!
Nandu: Thanks mausi. I am glad that you liked my massage.
I lied on my stomach on the bed and indicated him to do the needful. Me: Take so
me ointment. The cold feeling adds up the fire .
Nandu took some ointment on both palms and started massaging my smooth bare back
. There was not even my bra
strap to create any hindrance, as the upper part of my body was completely naked
. After some minutes when I was
really enjoying his tender nimble hands on my bare back, I could realize Nandu w
as eyeing my boobs. As he
massaged the sides on my back, he could see my boobs tightly pressed on bed belo
w my body. He must have felt
very much aroused seeing that inviting prospect. He even touched me there a coup
le of times, but was not bold
enough to grip my boobs from that position. I smiled within myself and enjoyed t
he whole thing and closed my eyes
to see what he does.
Suddenly he exerted full force with his fingers from both sides while I was a bi
t distracted with closed eyes
enjoying his feel on my naked back, and as a reflex action I just lifted myself
a little reacting to his force. That
little room I created was big enough like an airport runway for him and both his
hands dived in from both sides of
my body and the next thing I knew was both my nipples were invaded. I could only
gasp in surprise as his fingers
tweaked and pressed my big perky black nipples. I was astounded by his boldness
and could not even react verbally!
I was about to turn my head towards him when I heard something in my left ear.
Nandu: Mausi p-l-e-a-s-e! Don t get angry

I really like to play with those

Saying that he emphatically twisted both my nipples with his fingers and his han
ds were now tightly pressed in
between my boobs and the bed. I was feeling very uncomfortable and had had to li

mausi!

ft my body a little up from the bed and tried to pivot on my elbows. That actual
ly paved way for Nandu to encase my huge left tit in his left hand while his oth
er hand was furiously twisting and pressing with my fully erect right nipple.
Me: Ouch! Eiiiiiii . Shhhhhhhhhh Uiiiiiiiiiiii maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
As I grunted ecstasies of emotions Nandu now placed himself on my back and now h
ad a much better grip of my
naked tits. I let out a loud squeal as he continued to cup my breasts under my b
ody weight. After some more
moments of enjoyment, I was feeling a pain on my elbows and decided to lay supin
e. As I placed my head on the
pillow, my naked mammaries looked awesome in their full resilient size and my bl
ack nipples appeared very swollen and erect. Honestly I was so much aroused afte
r a very long period of time. I myself do not remember when I had last seen my b
oobs grow so much!
Nandu: Shall I do some more massage there?
I was of course more than willing to get those male hands on my naked tits again
. Me: Sure my dear!
Since I had placed the pillow awkwardly and was lying on bed in a slanted positi
on, there was not much space left for Nandu to sit on my left side, so he shifte
d his position towards my head and grabbed my boobs from that
position and started gently cupping and feeling them again. I could well realize
that he was initially feeling the
tightness of his 40-year-old mausi s bursting boobies and slowly was exerting pres
sure with his fingers and cupping each of my globes feeling the hard erect nippl
es on his stretched out palms. I was so much elated that I closed my eyes again
and was releasing joyful grunts as if in seventh heaven!
With closed eyes I felt as if my husband was playing with my boobs although Nand
u s palm size was much smaller in
comparison to Manohar s. After some moments I sensed something brush my face! It c
ould not be his hands I
thought! I had to open my eyes. I opened my eyes just a little and was initially
shocked to see a brown thing just
over my eyes, but immediately realized that since Nandu was near my head, his er
ect lund was now almost touching
my face!
I smiled within myself and again closed my eyes, now extracting the delight out
of this very special touch. Nandu s
lund was now dangling my right cheek. Nandu continued to massage my breasts, see
mingly oblivious of this brushing.
I now opened my eyes slightly and enjoyed the little brushes on my cheek. Nandu s lu
nd was attaining to full size
again getting my touches and though his dick was not a monster one, but it was a
dequately long and stiff.
Nandu shifted a tad inclining more towards my luscious boobs thereby creating a
very tempting position for me. My lips were just millimeters away from his balls
. I could not control myself and parted my lips slightly and touched his hanging
balls. I was in a complete daze when I found Nandu adjusted his body to drop hi
s balls more into my mouth so that I could suck them! The boy had grown bigger i
n rather quick time than I imagined!
This action of Nandu as if turned my switch onto the top gear! The tingling insi
de me was so high now that I felt I would literally explode any moment.
Me: Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiii. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu . What pleasure!
I groaned as I sucked his balls and he was in turn pressing and squeezing my mil

k tanks. His fingers must have been

very tired the way he was continuously massaging my big boobs. But just then I f
elt as if I was letting out
something off my breasts. It was the discharge, about which I was bothered for s
ome days now, for which I went
to the doctor also.
Nandu: Mausi, what s this?
He was quite surprised, of
hat white fluid. Me: Don t
Nandu: Milk? But mausi it
Saying that he brought his
Nandu: See!

course, and was looking at his fingers covered with t

you know what s that? It s milk.
s so sticky and has an odor too!
finger near my nose.

Me: Initially when it comes out, its like that only. Suck it properly and you wi
ll get the right taste.
Nandu: Su suck! You mean err you want me to suck your breasts, but but mausi am grow
n up now to do that! Me: What do you think? Only babies suck mom s milk? Big boys
also do that.
Nandu: Really! I thought
Me: Hang your thoughts and do as I say!
He was seriously irritating me by delaying through this chat.
Nandu: O okay mausi. But for this I will have to I mean ride on you.
Me: Do that. For so long your mausa-ji had taken a ride, today you ride me! Just
lie down completely on me. Nandu: As you say mausi.
Nandu got on top of me and lay down over me such that his mouth was near my boob
s and I could feel his dangling erect lund was now pressing on my panty over my
petticoat. I was feeling hysterical and wanted to explode as he started to suck
my swollen left nipple. His free hand began to massage my right breast and I cou
ldn t take it any longer and shamelessly gave a very loud moan. His lips and tongu
e were now treading on an uncharted territory, a very personal zone for any woma
n.
Nandu s right hand was just about doing everything with my free right boob - he wa
s kneading, pinching, and
pressing it at his free will while his tongue was probing my left breast feveris
hly. I was burning in excitemnt and was parting and closing my thunder thighs in
side my petticoat and letting out squeals. But within moments Nandu pulled off h
is lips off my nipple!
Nandu: Mausi, it it does not taste good at all!
I was swithing in sexual agony and was letting out moans. Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Okay, okay.
Nandu: Let me wipe it clean.
Saying that he took my blouse, which was lying on the bedside, and wiped my jugg
ling naked breasts clean and also
cleaned my perky black nipples. I was totally engrossed and was mentally ready t
o get fucked by this class XI boy!
Me: Uhhhh! I can t take it any more Oh!
Nandu: Are you in pain mausi?
Me: Yes, my whole body is aching

open that

I indicated with my eyes to Nandu to open my petticoat. Nandu of course was more
than eager to do that. He
quickly opened the knot of my petticoat and as I lifted my buttocks and thighs o
ff the bed, he quickly dragged it from under my gaand down to my ankles. I was f
ully nude now except that my pussy was covered with my panty. Nandu seemed mesme
rized seeing my huge body clad only in that meager panty.
Me: How do I look Nandu?
Nandu: Very beautiful mausi

very beautiful.

Me: Aaaaaaaaah! Do whatever you want to do with me .

I shemalessly gave him the license to fuck me. Nandu went down towards my ankles
.
Nandu: Wow! Such big thighs and soooo smooth! Mausi, your legs are also very nic
e.
He now slowly climbed up my legs inspecting them from close quarters. He was now
behaving like a mature male! He
touched my legs and slowly moved up to my knees and began massaging my knees. He
was feeling the smoothness of
my legs with both hands. I parted my legs to give him way to reach my lovespot.
Nandu readily accepted that and
worked his way up to my inner thighs. He gripped the tatut flesh of my exposed t
highs and rubbed them with a lot
of force, which made me squirm in excitement. Nandu was changing gears like an e
xperienced fucker. He started
caressing my smooth naked thighs forming circles at my inner thigh working his w
ay up! This was simply driving me
crazy.
Me: Urrrrrrrrrre! Uuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiii maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! N a a n d u!
I lost my control as his left hand pushing up reached very near to my panty and
his right hand moved sideways down
to my buttocks. I involuntarily parted my thighs wider and gasped for breath as
his fingers barely touched my
pussy over my undergarment. I was feeling my cramps and my vaginal path was sure
ly getting wet, but very
sparingly.
Me: Hey, what are you waiting for? Open my panty, you nitwit! Plunder me!
Immediately I could feel my last lajja vastra being pulled below my hips as I arch
ed my heavy hips involuntarily to assist the forceful pulling and off it went pa
st my thighs, the knees, the ankles and down to my feet. Nandu tossed it at the
corner of the bed making me absolutely unclothed. I was lying stark naked with m
y sister s son!
For the first time a quiver went down through my body making me shy and I remain
ed motionless on bed with my eyes tightly shut. Nandu was on me now, taking cont
rol for the first time, hugging me very tightly. His erect dick was pressing me
exactly on my naked pussy and his flat chest pressing on my tight boobs. His dee
p breaths
showered on my face, shoulder, and neck and Nandu was making me go wild and crav
ing.
After some moments of tight hugging and cuddling, I was feeling the urge to suck
his lund again. Me: Nandu, once again
He questioned me through his eyes What and I replied through my eyes. I got up and

sat on the edge of the bed.

As I did that I looked at the mirror and I looked horribly sexy sitting like tha
t in bed being fully naked. Nandu
quickly got off the bed with his dangling manhood and came around holding his ro
d to my mouth. I grasped it with
both hands and brushed it all over my face and then wasting no time licked it wi
ldly as if I had never seen one
before! I let my hungry tongue dart in and out licking the tip of his penis whil
e I caressed his amazingly tight balls.
I gently squeezed them and Nandu was simply groaning aloud like a pig. I took hi
s tool into my open lips and let it
slide in within my lips like a stick icecream slowly, inch by inch, finally star
ting to suck him wildly.
When his tool was inside my mouth fully, I felt it reached the base of my throat
and I began sucking the long pole in and out in varying speed. Nandu moaned and
groaned so loudly that I was afraid that he would attract the
attention of my neighbor!
Nandu: No, mausi, no

Not any more

p-l-e-a-s-e

I did not listen to him and continued to suck him sitting at the edge of my bed.
And then suddenly what happened made me purely flabbergasted. Nandu just stoppe
d me abruptly by pushing my face off his penis, but seeing that I was not in the
mood to release his dick, he forcefully dragged me off holding my long hair. Si
multaneoulsy with his left hand he pressed and twisted my right nipple with two
fingers very tightly and the action was so hard both on my hair and my nipple th
at I cried out in pain.
Nandu: Uff! Just leave me!
He was still holding onto my hairs as he rebuked me.
Nandu: Don t you understand that I will explode if you do like this!
As I gathered my senses, tears came to my eyes as I felt extreme pain in my righ
t nipple. I lost control and straightaway slapped him.
Me: Uff! You bastard! Just see what have you done!
I looked down at my right boob and could see the nipple was swollen already and
I was having intense pain there and
I could see a drop of blood, which his sharp nail had made. Nandu was immediatel
y in an apologetic mood and left my
hair.
Me: How dare you hold me by my hair! Your mausa-ji in his whole life did not eve
r dare to control me like that and you a young nitwit hold me by my hairs! What do
you think? Since I have opened my sari before you, you can do whatever you like
!
Nandu: Sorry mausi . I am really sorry. I did not mean to hurt you, but Please forg
ive me mausi.
Saying that Nandu quickly brought some ointment from my breast massage ointment
bottle and applied that to my right nipple. As he caressed my nipple with the oi
ntment I held his ear tightly and commanded:
Fuck me. Right now. Do you get me!
Nandu: But mausi

I have

I mean

err

Me: What are you mumbling, you rascal?

Nandu: Mausi, I mean I have never fucked any girl ! What an honest confession!
Before he could even react properly, I hugged him and almost carried to bed maki
ng him lie down over my body. For
the first time I tool his lips inside mine and kissed him deep. Nandu also kisse
d me in return, but of course, they
were still childish. I sucked his lips time and again and probed my tongue insid
e his mouth and sucked his tongue
also. With my husband I really do not get this opportunity as when he kisses me
he takes the lead role and most
times I get crippled as he simultaneously either squeezes my boob or grabs my ga
and. But here Nandu being a
novice I was able to kiss him for long and really enjoyed that. Then I picked hi
s erect tool and guided it in my
lovespot. I could feel his rod thrust deep in me in one quick motion. Though my
vaginal path was not as wet as it
should be for any other normal woman, Nandu s stiff lund was able to pop through m
y hole. And once it was in, he
started to conquer me. His dick went half way through my slippery pussy and in t
he next forceful bang it made its
way through fully. Nandu held both my tits and squeezed them and tweaked my nipp
les in turn while he moved his
tool in and out in rhythmic fashion.
I unabashedly screamed louder and louder with pleasure as I was screwed deeper a
nd deeper by this class XI
young lad. He thrust his tool in and out, faster and slower, faster and slower,
while his hands were not still even for a moment, either playing with my tits, o
r squeezing them, or tweaking my taut nipples, or fingering my navel. I was shou
ting at the top of my voice. Tears of pleasure were rolling in from my cheek as
I felt the mounting great
orgasm inside me - after so many days - after such ignornce from my husband!
Me: Aaaa

Aaaa

Aaaaa . Please don t stop Nandu . Just don t stop!

I continued to scream loudly as he thrusted inside me each time. My vaginal musc

les were trying to cramp his cock,
but unfortunately my path was much wider for his slim-sized cock. Since I was ma
rried for so long and having
intercourse over years with Manohar, my vaginal path had grew wider and muscles
there have slackened; so surely I
was not getting that tight feeling with Nandu s young cock, but still it was a ver
y engrossing experience. Nandu also
did not feel that pain, which he would normally get fucking a virgin girl. Still
his face depicted that he was
absorbed in his activity. I felt my whole body go rigid for a moment and I shudd
ered very violently following that. Looking right into Nandu s face I continued to
shudder and climaxed wildly with a scream.
Me: Ahhhhhhhh

hhhhhhhhhh Uuuuuuuuuuuiiiiii!

It was not possible for this young lad to take in any more and he let out a loud
groan and within the next couple of
thrusts his body arched in a bow-like-shape and he exploded inside me and my who
le pussy was filled with his warm
juice.
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
It was so satisfying! There was no alternative to satisfy oneself other than a f

uck for any married woman. I could

feel Nandu s cock getting out of my pussy losing its resilient status. Nandu now l
ay on top of my body totally
exhausted. I closed my eyes and tried to cherish these very satisfying moments,
though the uncomfortable part
also remained for me, as I did not get the adequate discharge, which made me fee
l incomplete from the inside.
I do not know how long I was lying like that with closed eyes. Nandu got off me
and went to the toilet and cleaned himself. I was still lying on my bed with my
legs widely apart in a complete naked state. My pussy lips and pussy hair displa
yed shamelessly with Nandu s juices still coming out of my pussy hole.
Nandu: Mausi, mausi! Get up and err I mean wear something! Me: Huh! Oh! Y-e-s.
Nandu: I mean if mausa-ji comes back
I regained my senses immediately hearing the word mausa-ji from his mouth and invo
luntarily my right hand
covered my bare tits. I got up though my pussy was aching significantly now. I r
emembered my doctor s advice not
to engage in sex for the next few days, which I violated today. Nandu was standi
ng close to me and must be
enjoying my stripped condition. I don t know why I suddenly started to feel ashame
d; probably my natural instincts
were taking up control. I covered my freely hanging boobs with both hands and st
ood up. I looked at the mirror,
which was at the bedside and blushed vigorously seeing me in that state. Nandu p
robably could even see my skin
pores! I walked naked towards the toilet shamelessly and Nandu obviously was gap
ing at me. My boobs were swaying
sexily with each step and I was rather undecided what to cover - my pussy, or my
huge gaand, or my twin peaks!
Day #5 & Day #6
I took my time to regroup myself after that shameless session with Nandu, who wa
s almost like my son. I was
unable to make eye contact with Nandu and it seemed every time he was looking at
me, he could see me nude
through my clothes. I was unable to forget my shameless acts and that he had see
n me in a completely stripped
condition for a significant period of time. Fortunately, now-a-days I do not meet
with my husband on bed at all,
otherwise would have had a very tough time explaining him how I got that nail ma
rk on my right nipple. Manohar
never got a clue what was happening behind his back! Indeed I was feeling very g
uilty every time I was looking at
my husband s eyes. Nandu also seemed to have been coiled in within himself after e
xperiencing the joy of his first
fuck.
Day #7
Today evening Nandu would leave for his home and I wanted to bid him goodbye in
my own way. I was not getting the chance as Manohar was at home, but I got the o
pportunity later in the day when he was out for a short while for some reason. N
andu was in his room and I went there.
Me: Nandu!
Nandu: Y yes mausi?
I collected all my strength and looked straight at his eyes. Nandu could not fac

e that and lowered his eyes.

Me: Beta, whatever happened that day must remain strictly confidential. Keep tha
t in mind. Under no circumstances you would discuss or share that with anybody.
Promise?
Nandu: I know that mausi. You can trust me. Me: Good. Before you leave
Nandu: Can I come I mean mausi, can I come close to you once?
Me: One minute. Nandu you must also promise that this would be the last time and
henceforth we will again share our old relationship...
Nandu: Okay mausi, I promise. This will be the last time.
I looked at his eyes and indicated him to come near me. Frankly I was also desir
ous to hug him once before he
leaves for his home. The next few minutes we were in each other s arms and Nandu f
elt every inch of my
curvaceous body with his hands and I also kissed him vehemently. As Nandu s hands
pressed and squeezed my
blouse-covered boobs, my lips were taking the taste of his lips; while his hands
were feeling the size of my ample
hips, I was pressing my big boobs on his flat chest; while his hands rested squa
rely on my fleshy hips feeling its
roundedness, my hands searched for his cock under his pajama and stroked it. Unf
ortunately, things were heating
up again. Nandu probably realized as he was cupping my ass over my sari that I w
as not wearing a panty below and
his next action rang alarm bells in my mind.
Nandu was slowly pulling my sari and petticoat up my legs and I could clearly fi
gure out his desire to caress my naked buttocks. Though honestly I would also lo
ve to be touched that way, but I had to draw the line.
Me: Nandu! No. Don t do that. Please.
Nandu: Mausi please. One last time! I will not bother you from tomorrow! Me: Nand
u, I know that, but... Hey! No, no S-t-o-p!
Before I could react properly in one swift action he was able to bunch up my sar
i and petticoat way up exposing till my thighs. As his cold hands touched my nak
ed warm thighs I realized I was getting weak.
Me: Nandu, don t do it. Please! Your

your mausa-ji will be back any moment.

By the time I could complete the sentence I could feel my huge gaand was fully u
ncovered by this boy. He hiked up
my sari well over my waist and started squeezing my tight ass. I also shamelessl
y succumbed to his moves and
hugged him tight to my body. Nandu now left my sari and it dropped retrieving so
me respect for me though his
hands remained on my naked ass underneath my sari. He was pinching my ass, press
ing and squashing my tight butt
cheeks with both hands. This went on for some more moments and after he was full
y satisfied with my gaand
pressing, he took out his hands from my buttocks. Nandu was quite stimulated by
that time as I could feel his hard
lund under his pajama.
Nandu then hugged and started kissing my cheeks with a rejuvenated effort and he
was pushing me so hard that I could not keep my balance and had to step back an
d almost fall on his bed. Nandu virtually pushed me on to his bed and as I sat o
n it he threw off my pallu off my shoulders. I tried to caution him, but it was

too late.
Me: Nandu, behave yourself!
He was like a man-eater now, who had tasted blood once. He jumped on my twin boo
bs and grabbed them with both hands over my blouse and bra. I could clearly perc
eive the extra force in his moves and his actions today was so very definitive!
I apprehended that he would definitely strip me now and I tried to stop him by h
olding his hands, but he seemed to be determined to disrobe me.
Me: Stop! Please
My resistance was too feeble and he was trying to pull up my blouse and bra over
my tight boobs. Me: Nandu Nandu, this way you will you will tear my blouse!
But hardly did my reactions reached him and seeing that he was unable to open my
blouse hooks quickly, the rascal simply put his hand right inside my blouse and
grabbed my luscious mango. His facial expressions had changed and he looked ver
y rough and compulsive. Though I was struggling hard to get myself free from his
clutches he
managed to pull out my left boob from my blouse! As soon I got the feel of his h
and on my naked breast, my
struggle lost some mileage and he took full advantage of that and in no time was
able to pull out my right breast also over my blouse. I simply looked like a sl
ut sitting like that on the edge of the bed!
Once he succeeded in making both my mammaries exposed over my dress, he took a r
espite and gaped very
offensively at my twin peaks. In spite of being stimulated by his touches, I was
feeling very dishonored and could not digest this rapist-like behavior from Nan
du and slapped him hard.
Me: What do you think you are doing? You numbskull!
As I slapped and rebuked him, I tried to cover my boobs with my hands, but to my
utter surprise Nandu just forcefully held my arms and pushed me to lie down on
the bed against my will. In the span of a couple of days Nandu seemed to be a ch
anged person! To my sheer disbelief, he just ignored my slap and was trying to p
in me down! The innocence from his face had entirely disappeared!
Me: Nandu, you are crossing the limit! What sort of behavior is this?
Nandu did not care to reply to me and neither did he stop his lewd aggression. H
e held my arms firmly and was sniffing my chest area and was trying to lick my e
xposed nipples as I struggled to save my dignity.
Me: Nandu, don t do this! Please! I am your mausi afterall!
Nandu: Just once mausi

one last time!

Me: What one last time?

Nandu: I want to want to fuck you mausi! You are so sexy!
I could not believe my ears what I was hearing! My head was as if spinning. Was
he the same innocent obedient
Nandu whom I had toyed with last few days? I could not digest the fact that a yo
ung boy like Nandu was trying to
take control over me! Before I could regain my composure he held my outstretched
arms in one hand and took his
free hand towards my waist and started pulling up my sari from over my legs. My
feeling at that time was a very

strange mixed one - it was a jumble up of my sexual desire and saving my self-re
spect. It was like getting molested
in my own house!
Me: Nandu

please don t! No

no

Stop it!

I exclaimed but to no effect! I was struggling to get up because my position was

very vulnerable and Nandu was in
full control as he was right on top of me. Nandu released my hands and thrusted
my head back on the bed and tried
to kiss my lips. I was trying my best to evade him now, but he suddenly twisted
my stiff swollen right nipple so hard
that I screamed out and he was smart enough to utilize the opportunity and sunk
his teeth deep into my lower lips. He made me rather horny by this double action
and with his other hand when he grabbed my left boob, it was
difficult to maintain the struggle that I had been doing.
Me: Uhhhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
I was groaning sighs of ecstasy though I still very offended by Nandu s rough beha
vior. Nandu: O mausi you are so s-w-e-e-t! Aaah!
Realizing that I had started to response feebly to his lewd touches, he began to
massage by naked tits more
aggressively twisting my black nipples time and again with his fingers. Simultan
eously he was pressing his erect tool on my pussy over my sari.
Nandu: Sorry mausi, but I was unable to keep myself in check seeing you. You are
the most sexy woman of the world mausi Are you still angry with me?
He kissed my thick cheek and looked straight in my eyes. I was a bit soft now he
aring his sorry and started enjoying his loving touches.
Nandu: Just see he cannot wait any long!
Saying that he pressed my pussy area with his crotch making me feel his hard lun
d there.
Me: Huh!
I tried to show that I was still angry, but then the very next moment what he di
d made me succumb to his doing. Nandu suddenly released me and got off my body a
nd in one swift action he opened his pajama string and took out his hot dick and
placed it right in front of my mouth. Like any married woman, I could not resis
t myself seeing his heard, erect tool and readily grabbed it forgetting everythi
ng!
Me: Ulssssssss . Ulssssssss . Chhhhhhhhh . Ummmm ..
I was creating all sorts of sexy sounds as I sucked his dick lying on the bed. N
andu also was enjoying thoroughly as he had closed his eyes.
Suddenly
Ding Dong!

Ding Dong!

The doorbell was ringing. Was Manohar back? But that was unlikely because he sho
uld at least take half an hour to
45 minutes. Or it was someone else? We both quickly got up and tried to look dec
ent. I pulled down my sari to cover my legs and mammaries and Nandu was busy tyi
ng his pajama. Nandu hurriedly went to the window and tried to see from the side
who it was.
Nandu: Mausi, its mausa-ji!
Me: O my God! What to do?
Nandu: Don t panic mausi! I will open the door and you go to the toilet and dress

up.
Me: Right.
I almost ran to my room and got inside the toilet as my boobs were still out of
my blouse and bra. I heard Nandu
open the door. Manohar had some good reasons to get back early and that was inde
ed a narrow escape. Nandu
departed in the evening and I did hug him very normally (as my husband was prese
nt there) before he left in the
auto-rickshaw for station with Manohar. That was the end of my sexy escapades wi
th my sister s son, Nandu.
Sunita Bhabie was looking blankly at the ceiling. I could comprehend her mental
state and gently held her arm. She
smiled dryly at me and ended her drink with a deep sigh. I could hear the boys c
oming to the balcony and alerted
Bhabie. In a moment, Manohar Uncle, Rajesh, and Ritesh appeared in the hotel ver
andah with their respective
drinks.
Rajesh: What are you two doing here for so long? Eh? Are you not d
it was great fun y-a-a-r! You you missed it.

done y

yet? But

I noticed that Rajesh had a pretty unsteady gait and so was Manohar Uncle. They
seemed to be drunk to the brim. Ritesh was holding on to Manohar Uncle so that h
e did not fall!
Me: Thank God that you are over and done with! Lets order for dinner then. Rajes
h: O Okay.
Manohar Uncle: Sure An

Anita!

None of the males except Ritesh was in a decent state. I ordered to room service
and we completed dinner somehow as Manohar Uncle was totally out and Rajesh was a
lso heavily drunk.
Rajesh: O-k-a-y! Good night e-v-e-r-y-b-o-d-y! Where is my darling wife? Eh?
Rajesh was simply not in his senses. He hugged me in front of all and started br
ushing his face on my face and I felt so awkward.
Me: Oh! Come on! Behave properly!
But he continued to embrace me tightly and was about to walk. I felt so ashamed
in that position especially in front of Sunita Bhabie and Manohar Uncle that I t
urned red instantly.
Manohar Uncle: Wah Be Beta! Where is my b-u-l-b-u-l?
Saying that he turned towards Bhabie, but his condition was so miserable that he
stumbled and almost fall hitting the table. Ritesh was close enough to take car
e of him, otherwise Uncle surely would have hurt him.
Sunita Bhabie: Stop this rubbish and go to bed.
Ritesh: Bhabie, you go and prepare the bed. Will take care of Uncle.
Sunita Bhabie: Okay. And Rajesh, you also keep your mouth shut and go to bed. An
ita, just come over once when you are done with.
Saying that she went towards her room and Rajesh and myself followed suit. As we
walked Rajesh gave his full body weight onto me due to his drunken state and I
had a tough time guiding him through the corridor. He was singing

some weird tune and at intervals speaking slang. As we entered our room, he was
eager to drop down to bed. As he fell on bed, Rajesh pulled me alongside and I f
ell on his chest. He hugged me and started caressing and squeezing my tight roun
d butts. Honestly I was already quite charged up listening to Bhabie s personal li
fe narratives and
immediately started responding to his moves. But unfortunately Rajesh was rather
heavily drunk and soon he began to merely fumble on the curves of my body.
Me: Oho! What are you doing dear! Hold me properly.
Rajesh: Hu Huh! Ya .
He was trying to kiss me, but the odor coming from his mouth was so repulsive th
at I avoided the kiss. He did not have the strength to force me and his lips wer
e sagging and I could realize his grip on me was also slipping. Though I felt ho
t inside, but seeing his condition I allowed him to doze off. I got up from the
bed and adjusted my clothes and went to the toilet. I voided, washed my face, an
d changed to my nighty. I needed to go to Bhabie s room once, as she had called me
, hence just wrapped the housecoat over my nighty so that I looked decent.
As I was about to enter Sunita Bhabie room, I could hear Ritesh s voice inside. I w
as instantly curious. Ritesh: Okay, then I have done my duty Bhabie, now you tak
e care of your treasure! Ha ha ha
Sunita Bhabie: My sleeping beauty!
Now I carefully peeped inside the room through the curtain and could see Manohar
Uncle lying flat on the bed,
snoring, and Bhabie was talking to Ritesh standing on one side of the bed while
Ritesh stood on the other.
Sunita Bhabie: By the way, how many pegs did he consume?
Ritesh: Six plus Bhabie!
Sunita Bhabie: My goodness!
Ritesh: Uncle is a true barrel! Ha ha ha Sunita Bhabie: Huh!
Ritesh: Oho! One thing Bhabie, can I just have a quick shower here? Actually the
tap in my toilet . Sunita Bhabie: Why? What s the problem?
Ritesh: I don t know, but I found water is only trickling out of the tap of the sh
ower at the top. Sunita Bhabie: Oh! Okay, no issues! You can go for a bath right
away if you like.
Ritesh: Thanks Bhabie. I will not take long.
Sunita Bhabie: I also need to change. Its pretty hot today, isn t it?
Ritesh: I think you must be feeling the heat of the vodka you have consumed. Ha
ha
I was still standing at the edge of the door behind the curtain, but was getting
tensed because if any of the
passing housekeeping staffs sees me, it would be very odd. But at the same time
I was also not very keen to go inside immediately, as I was rather eager to unco
ver the chemistry between Ritesh and Sunita Bhabie. So I took my chances and con
tinued to eavesdrop them.
Sunita Bhabie: Will you wait a second Ritesh? Then I can change Ritesh: Sure Bhab
ie.
I saw Sunita Bhabie went to one corner of the room, opened the wardrobe, and too
k a blue nighty and went inside
the toilet to change. The scene was itself suggestive for any male, who was alre
ady drunk, to see a plump matured
woman going to the toilet with a nighty in her hand to change while her hubby wa

s snoring. Ritesh sat on the bed and was looking at the closed door of the toile
t while he lit up a cigarette. Then he looked for a moment towards the door wher
e I was standing. My heartbeat as if stopped. But thankfully he did not concentr
ate there and of course could not locate me as I was behind the curtains.
He then stood up and very crudely adjusted his dick within his undies over his p
ant and just laid back on the bed with Manohar Uncle sleeping just inches away.
My heart was beating fast and I had begun to perspire in unknown excitement. I q
uickly checked the corridor; there was no one.
Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh, you can go now.
Bhabie came out of the toilet. She was dressed in her nighty, but to my utter su
rprise she was wearing one of
those sleeveless ones, but without the housecoat! These nighties cannot be worn
in front of outsiders as the whole hands along with a lot of upper breast area r
emains exposed. I was surprised to see Sunita Bhabie coming out in front of him
just wearing that; the intoxication must have taken its effect on Bhabie. As she
came near the bed and stood under the light, I could clearly see her bra and pa
nty lines also through the thin blue fabric of her
nighty. I noticed Ritesh was ogling Bhabie from his lying position.
Sunita Bhabie: What happened? Go for your bath? Ritesh: Aaah! I feel like sleepi
ng here
Sunita Bhabie: Great! So you sleep with your uncle here and if you wake up in th
e interim, just open your bottle again Huh! I can then have a peaceful sleep in y
our room!
Ritesh: Ha ha ha And if in the middle of the night uncle starts hugging me thinki
ng that it is you, who will take care of me? Ha ha ha
Sunita Bhabie: He he he very funny! Just shut up and go for the bath
n get up!
She now went near the bed and tried to pull Ritesh
was presenting quite a sexy
outlook of herself. A lot of her cleavage and boob
nighty and Ritesh must have been
thoroughly enjoying that from such close quarters,
nt left me with a gaping mouth!
Bhabie was pulling him by his hand and Ritesh just
ing position and then gave a jerk and Bhabie could
all over him!

come on

come o

up. As Sunita Bhabie bent she

flesh became evident over the
but what he did the next mome
ascended slightly from his ly
not keep her balance and was

Sunita Bhabie: Eiiii .

She exclaimed as she fell on his body. Undoubtedly, the scene was a memorable on
e. Manohar Uncle was sleeping and right beside him his wife was lying on another
male on the same bed!
Under normal circumstances surely Bhabie would have immediately dismounted herse
lf from Ritesh s body, but
since both were intoxicated the course of events was slightly different. I saw R
itesh was smart enough to quickly embrace Bhabie with both hands and naturally B
habie must have gotten instantly excited in this sexy posture with both her boob
s pressing directly on his Ritesh s flat chest.
Ritesh: Ooi maa! Someone s-a-v-e me!
Sunita Bhabie: You you mischief! Am I so overweighed? Ritesh: U-n-c-l-e, please g
et up and take care of your . Sunita Bhabie: You you naughty!
Ritesh: Hats off to you uncle! Hats off! Taking this load everyday

Ha ha ha

They giggled aloud and I noticed all along Sunita Bhabie remained laid over him!
She never tried to get up at all and her boobs remained tightly pressed on his
chest all along and her fleshy sari-covered thighs on his legs. I myself started
feeling hot and sweated merely seeing the scene!
Sunita Bhabie: Eii Ritesh I need to get up! I can t remain like this! Ritesh: Why? W
hat s the problem?
Sunita Bhabie: What?
Ritesh: Oh yes! Someone is definitely seeing you! Sunita Bhabie: Wh
Bhabie was quite surprised, which also reflected in her voice and so
Ritesh notice me behind the
curtains?
Ritesh: Arre! Uncle yaar! Your pujya pati-dev! He must be seeing you
dreams Ho ho ho ho Sunita Bhabie: You you Just get up! Get up I

I mean who?
was I. Did
now in his
say.

At last Bhabie disjointed herself from Ritesh and got up and was mockingly beati
ng Ritesh and he also, as if
fleeing, got out of the bed and ran towards the toilet. Sunita Bhabie looked inc
redibly sexy in that blue nighty chasing Ritesh with such a plump figure.
I waited for a while and decided to enter the room.
Bhabie was slightly taken aback seeing me right at that moment, but recovered ve
ry quickly and handed me over Rs. 600/- that she owed me. She was more that eage
r to send me back to my room and I also did not want to disturb her little naugh
ty run with Ritesh. I bid her good night and went away. Though I took some steps
through the
corridor towards my room, so that Sunita Bhabie was absolutely sure that I was a
way, I turned back and again
returned to her room in a minute s time.
My luck!
The door was still open though the curtain was securely placed. I was extracting
a queer excitement out of all what I was doing and I waited for a moment before
I peeped in again. I could clearly hear my heartbeat doing this risky act. I pe
eped in, once more.
Sunita Bhabie: Are you d-o-n-e?
Ritesh: Yes Bhabie. Coming out in a second.
The very next moment I saw Ritesh coming out of the toilet wearing just a brief!
I noticed Sunita Bhabie also was caught napping seeing him in that attire. Rite
sh displayed what he wanted to show Bhabie probably in the best possible way. Th
e bright red color of his brief made things more striking as his erect tool rema
ined standing with its head up! Naturally Sunita Bhabie could not overlook that
and she also got attracted towards it. In fact, I was also attentively watching
his stiff rod sticking out inside his underwear.
Ritesh: I hope you don t mind Bhabie me coming out like this but can t help it! My pan
t fall from the hook into the bucket.
Sunita Bhabie: No, no it

its okay

what can you do

I could see Bhabie s lusty eyes roving around his brief. I saw her quickly adjusti
ng her bra; she must be breathing heavily seeing Ritesh s matured erect dick insid
e his undies.
Ritesh: I heard Anita s voice

did she come here?

Sunita Bhabie: Ya I mean yes, few moments back, I owe some money to her.
Ritesh: Oh! Then I better leave, if she comes back, it would look very odd especi
ally me standing like this. Sunita Bhabie: No, no. She is gone. She won t .
Sunita Bhabie could not complete her words as Manohar Uncle turned from one side
to the other in his sleep.
Ritesh and Bhabie as if froze seeing the movement of uncle on bed and obviously
they were scared. Bhabie signaled Ritesh without making a noise to leave immedia
tely and Ritesh also tiptoed towards the door placing his finger on his lips. Ma
nohar Uncle was back to his original state and was snoring again.
Ritesh: Good night Bhabie.
Ritesh almost whispered.
Sunita Bhabie: Ei one minute.
Bhabie crept towards Ritesh though constantly keeping an eye on his sleeping hus
band. I also realized that I had to make a move now.
But just then
Sunita Bhabie came very close to Ritesh and to my utter disbelief she directly c
aught hold of his stiff cock poking
inside his brief and whispered something in his ears. I was simply stunned at th
is very bold act from Bhabie. Ritesh
also probably did not expect that as was evident from his body language and look
ed for a moment as if marooned.
By the time he recovered and tried to grab Bhabie, she started pushing her towar
ds the door. I had to depart
from the scene otherwise would surely be caught now as Ritesh was very close to
the door due to Bhabie s pushing.
I quickly disappeared from the spot and hurriedly got into my room and shut the
door. I was still wondering if
Rajesh agreed to go to his room for sleep after this hot action or did Sunita Bhab
ie accompanied him to his room! I did not have the courage to again peep into th
eir rooms and hence that remained uncovered to me.
Rajesh was sleeping deeply. I took some time to normalize as I was panting doing
this peep act and was honestly
still unable to deem my own eyes what I saw last! I went to bed undoing my inner
wears and did not know how long I thought about Ritesh and Bhabie before I was
dead to the world.
Next morning naturally we all arose late and of course started with recaps and l
aughs from last night at the
breakfast table. Manohar Uncle and Rajesh were eager to visit the market once as
next morning we would leave the pace. Sunita Bhabie and myself prepared to go t
o the beach with Ritesh. Today we decided that we would carry a set of dry cloth
es so that we don t have to remain in our wet clothes for long after the bath. Yes
terday we saw that there were changing rooms at the beach.
As we had come early to the beach, the beach crowd was sparse. The day was also
not too hot as a pleasant cold wind was there. We had coconuts from the beach si
de and strolled for a while on the sand.
Ritesh: Anita, today we will not take a bath in this part of the beach. There is
a more beautiful spot just at a
stone s throw. Yesterday I discovered it.

Me: Really? Where is it?

Ritesh: We can go via rickshaw. Will hardly take 15-20 minutes. Sunita Bhabie: T
hat s great to know.
Me: Lets push off then. The more delay we do here, the sun will beat down more s
trongly. Ritesh: Right!
Ritesh went to the rickshaw stand and got one cycle-rickshaw for us and we sat o
n the main seat and Ritesh shared
the puller s seat. We reached the spot in about half an hour. Hence it was not tha
t near as Ritesh initially told.
Actually the beach had taken an inward turn and though this part of the beach wa
s quite rugged the setting was
nice.
Sunita Bhabie: Wow! The place looks so beautiful, especially with a hill at the
backdrop. Ritesh: I told you. It s a very nice spot.
I also noted that rather strikingly the place was absolutely desolate. There was
no one except the two rickshaw pullers and us. Moreover the beach was indeed ro
cky.
Me: But but the beach seems to be too rocky. How can one bathe here?
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, people do bathe here. So many foreigners come here every
day. Just wait for a while, they will start coming after 11.
Ritesh: Go and have a look! I will finalize the rate for waiting with him.
We proceeded towards the beach while Ritesh talked to the rickshaw-puller. The s
cene was really nice with dark blue waters lapping the golden sand and the hill
at the background was truly picturesque.
Ritesh: Lets go to the sea then.
We both turned back as Ritesh was there already and we saw the rickshaw-puller a
lso following him with our carry
bag.
Ritesh: He will wait till we finish bathing and will look after our clothes, cam
era, and sandals. Sunita Bhabie: Bah! Great!
Me: But in any case there is one here. Who will steal those?
Ritesh: Still Anita, its better to be safeguarded. This is an unknown place for
us. Isn t it?
Sunita Bhabie: No, no Ritesh. You did the right thing. Good to have someone at g
uard.
We had to be careful while walking as there were so many pebbles and small point
ed rocks mixed with sand on the beach. We almost reached the waters now and here
the beach was comparatively clean and devoid of rocks. The rickshaw-puller also
was there, standing just a little behind carrying the bag, which contained one
salwar-kamiz of mine and a sari, petticoat, and blouse of Bhabie. We had taken a
n undergarment set also and the bag contained the camera too. Ritesh had not bro
ught anything, as he believed he would get dry easily in the hot sun.
I took my chunri off my bust and handed it to Ritesh so that he could keep it in
the packet. My tight boobs looked more evident now inside my kamiz without the
chunri. Since the rickshaw-puller was standing pretty close, I felt a bit awkwar
d. Ritesh also started stripping to his shorts, which he was wearing under his t
rousers.
Ritesh: Okay, you just wait here. Just keep a safe distance from water as the dr
y clothes are there in that packet. Rickshaw-puller: Don t worry Sahib. I will tak
e care of your packet. But but I think
Ritesh: Do you mean to say anything?
Rickshaw-puller: Yes Sahib! For Madam.

Saying that he indicated Bhabie.

Ritesh: What?
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, the current is too high as the sea bends here. It s a big
risk to wear a sari while going to
the sea.
Sunita Bhabie: We will not go deep. Will be there by the side only.
Rickshaw-puller: Still Madam you might lose balance due to the current. You are
new here, you don t know the
current.
Bhabie and me looked at each other. We were slightly concerned hearing about the
water current. Ritesh: Bhabie, what to do?
Sunita Bhabie: What do you suggest?
Ritesh: See Bhabie, afterall he is a local and knows the sea much better than us
. Sunita Bhabie: But but I have not brought a salwar-kamiz with me.
Ritesh: Bhabie, lets not get too verbatim on what he says
Bhabie looked questionably at Ritesh.
Ritesh: You don t have to change to a salwar-kamiz. Yes it will be difficult to ma
nage the sari in the current. You can just leave the sari here.
Sunita Bhabie: Meaning? You mean err I will go in my petticoat and blouse? Ritesh:
Yes.
Sunita Bhabie: But but how can I
Ritesh: Bhabie this is a very safe place. Even if you try very hard, you will not
find a single person here. Sunita Bhabie: That s okay, but
Rickshaw-puller: This is not a well known spot to the tourists. No one comes her
e Madam except the foreigners. They also come at around noontime.
The situation was getting rather clumsy. Two males were encouraging a married 40
+ woman to take off her sari and go for the bath assuring no one would see her h
ere!
Rickshaw-puller: Madam anything clinging to the feet can create trouble in that
current. Ritesh: Right you are. Bhabie lets not take chances here. Leave your sa
ri with him.
Sunita Bhabie: O okay, as you say.
Saying that Bhabie just turned away from us and started opening her sari. It loo
ked extremely odd for a woman as plump as Sunita Bhabie undoing her sari standin
g in broad daylight and that too in front of two males simply ogling at her, esp
ecially the rickshaw-puller. His eyes as if popped out seeing Bhabie s curvaceous
back and her huge
gaand. As she turned towards us she looked rather appealing, as her tight round
boobs were very prominent
encased in her blouse. Bhabie s butter-colored cleavage was also visible, which ga
ve her a hot look. Bhabie handed over her sari to the rickshaw-puller who took i
t with a smiling face.
Ritesh: Bhabie you look great!
Sunita Bhabie: Just shut up!
Bhabie was trying to adjust her blouse to cover her exposed cleavage, but it was
an impossible task. Just then I
glanced at her waist and was shocked. Before signaling anything to Bhabie I look
ed at the rickshaw-puller from the corner of my eyes to see if he had noticed th
at. And to my utter shock I saw he was seeing that only! I could
clearly make out the dirty stare from this low class person.
What I was seeing, the rickshaw-puller was also eyeing that!

Actually Bhabie had rotated the knot tying spot of her petticoat to her right le
ft side. We women who wears sari on a regular basis often follow this practice j
ust to feel at ease, because sometimes when we are not wearing a panty and had o
pened our sari, the petticoat slit actually exposes our pussy and the pubic hair
s. Hence if we just turn the petticoat and tie the knot to a side, the feeling i
s more secure. Sunita Bhabie also had done that, but now her red-colored panty w
as clearly visible from the side through her petticoat slit! Bhabie was of cours
e unaware of that and was offering a very sexy view to that low class rickshaw-p
uller.
We all started walking towards the waters and I elbowed Bhabie and indicated abo
ut her petticoat slit. She adjusted it quickly as we walked and looked decent.
Ritesh: This area is clear is more or less clear of rocks and pebbles. What do y
ou say Anita? Me: Yes seems okay.
As we entered the water, we could easily perceive the current. We held each othe
r tightly as the sea started
sluicing our feet. Though the sea appeared calm, but there was a rapid undercurr
ent. Sunita Bhabie was in the
middle amongst us and already I could sense they were inclining towards each oth
er in the literal sense of the
term.
Bhabie and myself were making all sorts of screeches, yells, and squeals as Rite
sh pulled us more and more into the sea. Ritesh appeared to be a cool customer h
andling both of us. Ritesh suddenly left our hands and started
sprinkling waters from the sea on us. And it was not a casual approach, but he s
eriously started to drench our
upper parts. Till such time I was wet till my thighs, but now Ritesh soaked my u
pper part. Naturally my boobs
looked more evident over my dress and the cold waters immediately made my nipple
s hard. I stretched my kamiz in the front to look decent. Bhabie was giggling al
oud and encouraging Ritesh to wet me more!
Me: Hey Ritesh, stop this.
Ritesh was laughing away and probably due to Bhabie s encouragement was now throwi
ng water heavily on me and in no time my front side was all wet. My boobs looked
like two ripe guavas shinning in the sun. I was quite charged up now and recipr
ocated the same to Ritesh first and then turned my attention to Bhabie.
Me: Bhabie, you were enjoying a lot eh
it feels.

when he was applying water on me

now see how

I was really quite annoyed over Bhabie the way she egged on Ritesh to wet me. Ri
tesh and myself both attacked
Bhabie and in a flash she was all soaked. Her blouse was sopping wet and her whi
te brassiere was very much evident
now.
Me: Now, how does it feel? You sl !
I somehow controlled myself from saying the word slut . Bhabie was looking extremel
y sexy now in wet condition especially without the sari.
Ritesh: Bhabie, l-o-o-k a vulture!
Along with Bhabie I also looked up and Ritesh took that opportunity and pushed B
habie into the waters, as she was
totally unguarded for that moment. I felt really good to see Bhabie in that help
less state and Ritesh and myself
both had a good laugh. Though Ritesh quickly got hold of her, otherwise the curr

ent would have pulled her more

into the sea. But by that time Sunita Bhabie was totally exposed to her waist. A
s she fell and was completely off
balanced in water, her petticoat swirled up to her waist exposing her fleshy thi
ghs and flashing red panty for quite
a while before she could cover it. Bhabie also gulped some water and was coughin
g and took a minute to recover.
Ritesh: Are you okay now? Hope you are not hurt?
Sunita Bhabie: No, no I am okay. Good fun.
She was still giggling though coughing again.
Ritesh: You seem to have gulped up saline water! Sunita Bhabie: Yes, quite a bit
.
Ritesh: Then I need to take that out? Sunita Bhabie: But how?
Ritesh: Simple! Anita, close your eyes once?
Me: Why?
Ritesh: I need to pump out the water.
Me: Is there any shame left the way you have wetted us? Sunita Bhabie: True Anit
a
Ritesh: I am starting to pump then? Sunita Bhabie: But but how?
Ritesh: Simple! Like this the more you pump, more water will come out
Saying that he suddenly grabbed Bhabie s boobs and squeezed them simultaneously. N
aturally Sunita Bhabie never expected such an act from him and was caught nappin
g and had to digest the boob squeeze.
Sunita Bhabie: You you mischief! You rogue!
Ritesh did it in such a casual and playful mode that we all were laughing. I was
trying to relate this act with last night s drama in Bhabie s room and I was eager
to provide them more space to enjoy.
Ritesh: A-h-o-y hey . Come here!
He signaled to the rickshaw-puller who was standing back at the shore watching u
s. Sunita Bhabie: Why are you calling him? I m all wet
Me: Yes, why are you calling him here?
Ritesh: Oho! You people are so anxious! I have full plans to enjoy today. He is
bringing beer. It will be great fun, I
bet.
Sunita Bhabie: But
I could realize now that it was a planned thing. He had already given money to t
hat man to get the beer bottles. I turned back and saw that the man had twirled
up his lungi till his waist almost and was approaching us.
Ritesh: Bhabie, but what? He will see you in wet condition Are you ashamed? My de
ar Bhabie, do you know when I came with him yesterday what did we saw here?
Sunita Bhabie: What?
Ritesh: Bhabie you are concerned that you do not look decent in this wet outfit.
Right? But yesterday we saw two foreigner middle-aged ladies coming out of the
sea completely topless - they were only wearing panties! He he that too very nonexistent type From that angle Bhabie, you are so much covered he he

Sunita Bhabie was about to say something, but the rickshaw-puller had arrived wi
th two bottles of beer in his hand and a big smile in his face.
Ritesh: Thanks yaar!
He stood there and was now ogling at both of us. My boobs looked very prominent
in my wet kamiz and the lower
part of my dress was also sticking to my thighs and ass and caused my contours t
o be very much unmistakable.
Bhabie was in a real messy state and both males could clearly see her nipple imp
ressions over her thin blouse. Her
bra position inside the blouse - the bra strap, the cups, the hook, and the elas
tic band were so very discernible!
Ritesh had opened one bottle using his teeth as the bottle-opener and the ricksh
aw-puller also was equal to the
task of opening the other. Ritesh handed the bottle to Sunita Bhabie and took th
e other one from him and started guzzling it. Half the bottle was empty at one g
o and then he handed the bottle to the rickshaw-puller.
Ritesh: You also take a sip!
Rickshaw-puller: He

he . Sure Sahib!

Within the wink of an eye the beer bottle was empty and he threw it in water and
started adjusting his lungi. He
had his lungi already twirled up awfully high and now it seemed to me he would s
urely flash his undies to us the way he pulled up his lungi. Bhabie and myself w
ere sharing the other beer bottle. It was local made and it was strong. Though i
t did not taste the best, the ambiance created a great mood in all of us. The on
ly air of uncomfortableness for me was the presence of that low class rickshaw-p
uller among us.
I could realize the water was rising below my feet and I was about to tell that
to Ritesh, but suddenly there was a big wave and the water level increased signi
ficantly and covered us till our waist. I could realize my panty inside my dress
getting fully wet due to this wave. Bhabie appeared to be in a more messy state
as the wave had completely soaked her lower portion and her wet petticoat had s
lid down alarmingly revealing her curvy bottom. By the time she was alert both t
he males could easily make out the upper edge of her red panty.
Rickshaw-puller: Shall I get back to the shore or stay here? Mind you, this is t
ide time. Me: Arre! You get back to the shore; our clothes are there. Also the c
am...
Ritesh: But Anita Have you not noticed the way current has increased here! It s wis
e to have him around.
Sunita Bhabie: Yes Anita! I think Ritesh is right. In any case the beach is abso
lutely desolate. Just see! There s no one to be seen anywhere. The camera is safe
that way.
I turned back and the beach was vacant, as ever. Me: Okay, let him be here.
Ritesh then cracked a joke and we all had a pretty good laugh and with undulatin
g seawater soaking me till my navel along with the lovely breeze, I started feel
ing continuously giggly. I could sense that the beer was taking its effect on me
. Ritesh started making our mood merry and playful and he was continuously talki
ng and was trying to make us laugh. I realized the more I laughed, the more I st
arted feeling weak and was getting off balanced in water; same was the case with
Bhabie. The local made beer certainly was a bit too strong for we ladies.
Ritesh started doing some sort of acrobatics in the water and he was plunging ve

ry close to Bhabie. And expectedly he caught hold of Sunita Bhabie s hand and trie
d to involve her in his playful activities and while doing so he was openly touc
hing Bhabie at intimate parts. Bhabie was laughing away and seemingly enjoying t
he whole thing. Ritesh was getting bolder and was touching Bhabie on her shoulde
r, belly, waist, and twice I noticed he even cupped her big buns humorously. Nee
dless to say, there was no protest or barrier from Sunita Bhabie.
As I turned towards the rickshaw-puller, he was naturally enjoying the scene and
was evidently getting close to them! The very next moment there was a swift tal
l wave and we all were caught unguarded. The wave almost
submerged us and we could barely keep our heads above the water level. Ritesh wa
s quick enough to grab Bhabie and me by our hands and fortunately the wave reced
ed very quickly and fortunately there was no successive wave and hence we hurrie
dly pushed back a little towards the shore and reorganized ourselves.
This time Sunita Bhabie and myself were completely doused, literally to the skin
. I could feel my bra getting totally
soaked and the cold water instantaneously making my nipples swollen and hard ins
ide my bra. As I momentarily
looked down on my tits, I was shocked to notice my nipple impressions clearly vi
sible over my kamiz! The sudden
wave had made us come very close and now Ritesh, Sunita Bhabie, the rickshaw-pul
ler, and myself were standing
pretty close in water. As I looked up, my eyes met directly with that low class
man and he was unmistakably gaping
at my big round mammaries, which were looking extremely sexy with the nipple mar
ks visible on my wet kamiz.
Ritesh: Lets go ahead Bhabie! The real thrill is jumping on the wave
.

and not here

Rickshaw-puller: But Sahib its tide-time now, do not go much further. Even good
swimmers are unable to tackle the undercurrent.
Ritesh: No, no we will just stroll a few strides. Come on Bhabie! Anita?
Me: No, no Ritesh. I am comfortable here. You take Bhabie. Ritesh: Okay as you w
ish. Bhabie, come.
Without even waiting for Sunita Bhabie s approval, Ritesh started pulling her by h
er hand and proceeded more into the sea. Bhabie though protested, but that was t
oo meek to stop Ritesh.
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, shall I go with you in case you are Ritesh: Of course, yo
u are an expert. Stay near us.
So the divide was created. I remained at my position at knee to thigh high water
and Bhabie, Ritesh, and that man went ahead. As Bhabie walked past me, I notice
d her big swaying gaand was amply visible through her petticoat, even the ass cr
ack. The petticoat had slid down considerably at the back revealing her red pant
y top also! She was totally unaware of that and walked with the two men.
Ritesh at last getting the much-awaited opportunity was already holding Bhabie b
y her waist. My heart started beating faster as I anticipated viewing something
hot and I readily took a step or two forward so that I do not miss a jiffy. Soon
a wave was approaching them and Ritesh simply did not wait for it to even come
on them and hugged Sunita Bhabie and water was all over their glued bodies. As t
he wave receded though they quickly
separated, but Ritesh s right arm was still encircling Bhabie s back and it went und
erneath her armpit and was surely cupping her right boob. I was unable to view t
hat as their backs were to us. I saw the rickshaw puller standing in close proxi
mity to Bhabie and watching everything.
I was a bit dazed to see Bhabie s shamelessness in front of an unknown man! Okay,
I jolly well understand that you are not getting proper physical attention from
your husband and hence you are seeking that and this bachelor guy comes to you a
s an opening, but have some decency! That low class unknown man was standing onl
y a few feet away only from you and you are allowing Ritesh to cup and squeeze y

our tits so openly!

Sunita Bhabie was laughing away as the waves were ceaselessly drenching them and
now he was also holding closely to Ritesh just like lovers. I noticed Ritesh wa
s time and again taking his left hand towards Bhabie s frontal area and I wonder w
hat he was doing - must be squeezing and pressing the other breast, which I was
unable to see.
They progressed further and I also had to take a step ahead to remain in vicinit
y to pick up every action. Now
there were a couple of huge waves, which came simultaneously, and I could only s
ee their heads such was the height of those waves. I heard Bhabie blaring and Ri
tesh hugging her tightly as they floated in the wave.
Sunita Bhabie: Eiii
Isssssssss
. H-e-y .. .R-i-t-e-s-h .. Eiiii
Honestly I could not realize what was Sunita Bhabie s problem at that point of tim
e. She was in Ritesh s arms and was not off balanced also. Ritesh was now very ope
nly cupping Bhabie s wet blouse breasts from the sides.
Ritesh: Hey, what happened?
Sunita Bhabie: Oiiiiiiiii maaaaaaa! What to do? Eiii
Suddenly I noticed something floating in the water at a distance. It was Sunita
Bhabie s petticoat!
The waves were so forceful that Bhabie must have been dislodged off the sand bed
where she was standing and
the petticoat being thoroughly wet got heavy plus the knot must have loosened, a
nd it had slipped off her legs
while she was off balanced in Ritesh s arms. Now she was standing in front of two
males in her blouse and panty
only! Luckily the water was covering till her waist. As she turned in her standi
ng posture, my eyes automatically was attracted towards her coconut-like tits an
d no one could miss her full sized swollen nipples so evident through her blouse
, which was virtually nonexistent being so wet.
Ritesh: Oho! Your petticoat . Bhabie, your petticoat is gone! Ha haa ha

Ho ho ho ho

I could make out from my position even that Bhabie s face turned red in shame and
she looked at the water realizing her exposed state in front of two males.
Rickshaw-puller: I warned you Madam about the current. Just wait Madam, let me c
ollect it before it is washed
away.
He floated through the water and picked up Bhabie s petticoat, which had already t
raversed some distance on water in such little time. He came back and handed it
to Bhabie with all teeth out.
Ritesh: How would you wear it Bhabie standing in water? Impossible.
Sunita Bhabie: But

but Ritesh I cannot keep standing like this in the open?

Ritesh: Don t worry Bhabie! Let me check

hiding you adequately.
Ha ha

uhu! Nothing can be seen

He he

the water is

Sunita Bhabie: Just shut up! Do something.

Ritesh: Okay, okay. Let me hold you and then you try to wear it.
Since I was standing a little back they ignored my presence, but I could hear an
d see everything. Ritesh held

Sunita Bhabie from the back and Bhabie pulled up one leg and tried to insert tha
t in the hole of the petticoat. I could see Ritesh extracting full masti out of Bh
abie and was pushing his crotch into her round gaand and cupping her full tits w
ith both hands in the name of support. Bhabie was so keen to wear the petticoat
and save her dignity that she did not notice that the water level was getting ra
ised due to the tide.
A flash wave swept them and Bhabie slipped of Ritesh s grip and floated for some m
oments freely in water. She
was thoroughly exposed now with her fair naked thighs and panty visible to every
body. She was drifting away from Ritesh who was fumbling in water and just then
the rickshaw-puller came into her rescue. He positioned himself swiftly and gras
ped Bhabie from drifting away. He quickly pulled her back and embraced Bhabie so
that she did not fall. In the process I could jolly well distinguish that he al
so fared his chances and grabbed Bhabie s matured
breasts and also cupped her heavy buttocks a number of times. The man had pitchblack skin color and his dark hands were all the more evident on Sunita Bhabie s f
air body.
Ritesh was in a poor state also and was struggling to recover from the incessant
waves. The rickshaw-puller must
have noticed that and realizing Bhabie was exhausted and puffing too having gulp
ed a lot of saline water, he also
did not let go this plump sexy housewife without being mauled. I did spot that h
e was now directly embracing
Bhabie from the front as if supporting her and was holding her by her hips. Bhab
ie was still struggling to stand
properly and she was holding his arms and I saw he was pressing her from the fro
nt enjoying her juicy boobs being
pressed on his chest area.
Ritesh had recovered at last and picked up Bhabie s petticoat, which was floating
on the sea, and came near her. Ritesh: Bhabie, my mistake. I should have taken h
is help. Are you okay now?
Bhabie just nodded and the rickshaw-puller handed her to Ritesh. I noticed Bhabi
e s boobs almost spilled out of her
blouse. Her blouse and bra being fully wet had slid down considerably and her bi
g boobs were almost half exposed
to both men.
Ritesh: Here s your prized petticoat! It slipped out again. Seems very naughty Ha h
a ha
Rickshaw-puller: Give it to me Sahib, I will take care of it; Madam cannot wear
this in water. Ritesh: Right. Bhabie lets go again. It was real fun, what do you
say?
Sunita Bhabie: No, no you go. I can t take this any more!
I saw that low class man folded Bhabie s wet petticoat and inserted in his waits i
nside his lungi! The inner wear of a housewife going inside the lungi of a ricks
haw-puller!
Ritesh: Oho! Bhabie. This time, there will be no mishaps. He will also be there.
Come on come on
Saying that he did not give Bhabie a scope to resist and pulled her by her hand
into the sea deeper. I could see Bhabie was unwilling and hesitant, but could no
t stop Ritesh.
Ritesh: Hey you, why don t you hold her other hand? That way Bhabie you will be ab
solutely safe.

The rickshaw-puller was more than eager to hold Bhabie s hand and in front of my e
yes the two men hemmed Sunita Bhabie a few more strides into the sea. My heart w
as drumming seeing the sight and I took a couple of steps
forward so that I could see the action clearly.
Ritesh: B-h-a-b-i-e you better be watchful A big wave is coming.
Saying that he just hugged Bhabie tightly as if they are lovers! I noticed Bhabi
e also clutched to him helplessly, as she had still not recovered fully from the
last incident.
Ritesh: Hey you! Why are you standing just idle? Hold her from behind.
Now I saw the most incredible scene of my life when that low class man hugged Bh
abie from behind. Two men were
embracing Bhabie as the wave splashed on them. I was so keen to see what was goi
ng on that I took two more steps
forward!
My goodness! Ritesh was now kissing Bhabie on her lips and the rickshaw-puller t
o my utter disbelief had his both hands under Bhabie s armpits and was obvious wha
t he was doing. The most sticking part was that even after the wave had subsided
and receded, still both men remained glued to Sunita Bhabie s body, one from the
front and the other from the back. As the next wave approached I saw Ritesh was
kissing Bhabie on her shoulders and neck and his hands slipped from her back tow
ards her heavy buttocks. The rickshaw-puller made space so that Ritesh could acc
ommodate his hands on Bhabie s fleshy ass. I wondered what Bhabie s mental condition
was being groped by two men simultaneously, but she must have been thoroughly e
njoying the physical part.
As the wave receded, I noticed Ritesh immediately left Bhabie and started openin
g his shorts! What s his plan? As the water was too high there, I could not make o
ut if he was naked or not! He handed his shorts to the rickshawpuller and he ins
erted it where he had kept Bhabie s petticoat. Ritesh again hugged Bhabie, but thi
s time Bhabie seemed to be protesting, but it was very short-lived as the next w
ave washed out her objection. The way Ritesh was cuddling Bhabie and the posture
he was into I was sure Ritesh was naked and he was trying to press his lund on
Bhabie s pussy. The rickshaw-puller was also thrusting his crotch in Bhabie s huge g
aand.
Immediately after the wave retreated, Ritesh pushed Bhabie back a few steps wher
e the water level was slightly
lower and indicated the rickshaw-puller to leave her. Bhabie must have been very
(s)excited being fully wet and felt
around continuously by two matured males. Ritesh just pulled her towards him and
openly started kissing her again
very passionately. Moments later I realized his plan. His hand slid down to Bhab
ie s waist and he was directly
attempting to pull down her panty! I was shocked and wondered what Bhabie would
do. Will she be so bold to get naked in the open to quench her hunger for sex?
Bhabie was very alert at this action and clearly struggled against it. Ritesh pu
shed her back some more steps while
continuously sucking her thick lips and now Bhabie s waits was above the water lev
el and her red panty could be
seen distinctly.
Me: Eii

Shhh

I almost shrieked seeing the most horrible scene. Ritesh was stark naked and his
lund was sticking out like a big

ripe banana. His thick jungle of pubic hairs was so very evident. He was trying
to evade Bhabie s arms and slid down the panty off her big buns. No woman, whether
married or unmarried, would like to get naked in the open, even with her husban
d, and Bhabie was also no exception.
Ritesh: Bhabie, come on please cooperate. There s no one here. Sunita Bhabie: No, n
o . are you mad or what?
Ritesh: Bhabie please . See I am also opened my brief

Feel it.

Saying that he took Bhabie s right arm and guided it over his naked lund. As Bhabi
e was momentarily mesmerized by the feel of his stiff manhood, Ritesh yanked her
panty halfway down her buttocks.
Sunita Bhabie: Eiiii ! Nooooooo . S-t-o-p!
Bhabie immediately tried to pull up her panty to her waist to cover her ass, but
Ritesh was now applying force and a struggle was on the cards. Bhabie was tussl
ing with Ritesh while her butter-colored big round ass remained half exposed. Bh
abie literally looked like a randi with more than half of her boob flesh exposed o
ver her wet blouse and her panty being pulled down halfway down her large round
hips. The rickshaw-puller was eyeing that naturally and I was shocked to see he
was openly stroking his lund inside his lungi!
Ritesh: Bhabie, please
Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh, no p-l-e-a-s-e
Ritesh: Hey you? Watching the fun eh? Hold her hands.
That man was as if waiting for the opportunity again and promptly jumped on Bhab
ie and held her struggling hands
tightly.
Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh No, no please don t do this . I am a married woman please
Bhabie s pleas fell to deaf ears and Ritesh bent down easily pulled down her panty
off her waist, down her round buttocks, fair thighs, and finally out of her fee
t. Then what he did was more amazing! He just coiled up the panty and threw it f
ar away in the sea. Bhabie remained stranded in the rickshaw-puller s hands withou
t a thread on her lower portion of the body. Now we all could see glimpses of he
r bunch of silky blackish brown pubic hairs just above her pussy, which was fort
unately under water.
Sunita Bhabie: Ei what

have you gone mad or what?

Ritesh: What are you so worried? I will buy you a panty from the local market. H
appy?
The rickshaw puller was now into action again and realizing that he no longer ne
eds to hold Bhabie s hands, he
started cupping from behind her big juicy mammaries over her blouse. Naturally B
habie already was quite irritated
by Ritesh s current behavior and when she felt that the rickshaw-puller s hands on h
er boobs, she exploded. In one smooth go she turned back and slapped that man ve
ry tightly.
Sunita Bhabie: I have been tolerating you for quite some time now. How dare you
touch me like that?
That low class man was never expecting such a reaction because Bhabie had given
him much indulge while bathing and seemed absolutely bewildered.

Ritesh: Bhabie, Bhabie. Cool down. Why are you dumping your anger on him? Sunita
Bhabie: Ask your man to behave properly.
Ritesh: Don t forget Bhabie that he saved you when I was lost in that wave. Sunita
Bhabie: Huh! Give back my petticoat you rascal!
Ritesh: Bhabie, cool down. Please. What s this? We have come her for fun! Come on
Bhabie!
Saying that he lovingly hugged her. He whispered something in her ears also. I w
as stunned to see the way Ritesh
was embracing and touching her; it was so normal as if he was her husband! Bhabi
e cooled down probably getting
the touch of Ritesh s erect lund on her pussy. I could see glimpses of Ritesh and
Bhabie s naked buttocks over the
seawater. Ritesh slowly took her in his arms again towards the deep sea and he s
ignaled the rickshaw-puller to
follow them.
In about a minute or two everything seemed normalized! Bhabie was again laughing
and was in Ritesh s loving
embraces.
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, do whatever you want to do quickly as people might come
after sometime.
Sunita Bhabie: My God! Lets get back then. Ritesh please I am completely I cannot g
o like this in front of
anyone!
Rickshaw-puller: Madam is right Sahib! Though I have seen many foreigner ladies
coming out of water bilkul nangi yesterday I showed you some glances Sahib but Mad
am cannot do that.
Ritesh: Hmm. But Bhabie, you are not much behind, if you take off your blouse yo
u can also compete with the foreigner counterparts! Ha ha
Sunita Bhabie: You you naughty!
Sunita Bhabie: What fleeting looks did you see yesterday, let me also know. Rite
sh: Nothing special. Of course nothing grand than this
Saying that he pushed his right hand more into Bhabie s pussy and though it could
not be seen as the water level
was sufficient, but one could easily identify the caress Bhabie was getting on h
er pussy by Ritesh s hand movement.
Her body immediately bent and coiled like an arch and he continued to caress her
on her love spot in front of that
low class man. Bhabie was giggling away very shamelessly and seeing that I simpl
y exclaimed within myself and
thought that if Manohar Uncle would have seen this behavior of his wife, he woul
d surely have had a cardiac arrest
on the spot.
Sunita Bhabie: Eiii stop

He is seeing. Tell me naaa

Bhabie behaved as if she was a teenager and Ritesh was her lover.
Ritesh: Okay okay. Actually yesterday when we were leaving this place we picked u
p one foreigner lady coming out
of water who was strikingly different from others. She was not wearing a bra, bu
t was absolutely naked below! All
other foreigner ladies we saw yesterday was either wearing a bikini or at least
a panty. But this middle-aged woman

was exhibiting her choot to all though there was no one except the foreigners on
the beach. We actually peeped
from the bushes.
Sunita Bhabie: But she was a child in comparison to you Bhabie I mean choot-wise
though I have not tasted
yours
Ritesh: You

you mugger! I will kill you

A mock fight started between Bhabie and Ritesh and while doing that Ritesh touch
ed Sunita Bhabie almost
everywhere starting from hugging her from both front and back, cupping and feeli
ng her buttocks, pressing her boobs, and also caressing her thighs and what not.
Then abruptly I heard a scream! Unambiguously it was Bhabie s voice!
I saw Sunita Bhabie pushed Ritesh off her body and she was almost dancing on one
leg in water and screaming. Ritesh: What happened Bhabie? What happened?
Rickshaw-puller: Madam? What s up?
Bhabie: Something is biting me Oh! In my leg! Ooooooooooo . It s piercing my big toe
Ritesh Ahh Help! Rickshaw-puller: My god! I hope it s not a crab. Get Madam to shall
ow water Sahib! Quick.
Ritesh: Okay, you give me a hand.
Ritesh and the rickshaw-puller held Bhabie and quickly got back to shallow water
s. They were very near to me and I also intervened.
Me: What happened to Bhabie?
Ritesh: Something had bitten her

I don t know exactly.

Sunita Bhabie: It s still there . Uhhhhhhhhhh! Maaaaaaaa. It s clinging onto my toe.

Bhabie was struggling in pain and Ritesh was holding her hands while the ricksha
w-puller was clutching her legs. As they shifted back briskly, the water level w
as getting lower and immediately Bhabie got very conscious about her nakedness d
own her waist.
Sunita Bhabie: Eii Stop! Stop! Don t go further back

please.

Me: Why? The water is still high here. It would be easier to see your foot over
there.
I pointed to the shore and deliberately asked this question, as if I was ignoran
t that she was not wearing her petticoat and panty.
Sunita Bhabie: No, no I mean

actually

Ritesh: Actually Anita, you know, the waves are so forceful up there that someho
w Bhabie s petticoat was swept
away and hence she is feeling ashamed. But it was the same for me also I also los
t my shorts too. What to do?
The waves are just too commanding and violent there.
Me: O! I see.
I replied very innocently and normally so that they do not feel uncomfortable. M
e: Don t feel ashamed Bhabie. It s us only! No one else is here.
The rickshaw-puller and Ritesh was quickly carrying Bhabie towards the shore and

I followed them. As they

approached the shore, the water level was significantly down here and Bhabie s nak
ed ass, choot, and legs were
fully exposed to all of us in clear daylight. She was totally naked below her wa
ist hanging in air being held by hands and legs by two men.
The scene was just awesome! Seeing a matured married woman like that was just un
believable! I noticed that
Bhabie had closed her eyes, in shame probably. Now we could locate a small red c
rab clinging to her big toe of left foot and a blood clot in that region.
Rickshaw-puller: As I expected Sahib, it s a crab. They are very dangerous. Ritesh
: But we don t have any medicine here! Blood is coming out.
Rickshaw-puller: Relax Sahib! I will take care.
As they kept Bhabie on the sands at the shore, the two men seemed mesmerized get
ting an unhindered view of
Bhabie s hairy choot. The slit was very long and dense silky pubic hairs ran throu
ghout both flanks of her choot.
Anyone could recognize that Bhabie s choot was an overused one and she definitely
has had a happy married life as the pussy lips had hung open without any externa
l effort.
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, give me something . Please I can t remain like this forever.
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, first let me get that thing out of your feet, otherwise
you might get badly poisoned. Ritesh: Absolutely. Bhabie just keep quiet and be
patient. Let him get that crab out first.
Ritesh must have been enjoying the sight of a 40-year-old woman s open pussy and h
e wanted her to remain in that
state in the open for some more time. He himself was naked and his lund was dang
ling in the air so awkwardly. He
was time and again scratching and tickling his dick seeing Bhabie s matured choot.
I was definitely feeling very odd
as naturally my eyes time and again was directed towards his lund as it swayed i
n the air. I sat near Bhabie s head
and was consoling her.
The rickshaw-puller seemed an expert at this job and quickly got the crab out of
Bhabie s toe and there was
profuse bleeding from the injured spot. I was surprised to see that he did not t
hrow away the crab to the sea, but prisoned it in a handkerchief.
Me: Arre! Why are you keeping the crab?
Rickshaw-puller: I do not know how much poison it has injected in Madam s body, I
may need this crab later to take out the poison.
Ritesh: Is it possible? Really?
Rickshaw-puller: Yes Sahib! You city people won t know these village tricks, but I
hope we don t need that.
Ritesh: Thanks yaar. Good to have you, otherwise we would have been in trouble.
Uff! Anita, you know, I got pretty
scared when Bhabie first screamed. How do you feel now Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: It s paining more the crab being removed! Ritesh: Eh? How can that b
e?
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, as I said these crabs have poison in their claws and it
has injected that in your body. I need to get the venom out. Sahib, some more wo
rk left.

Ritesh: Okay, but how to do that?

Rickshaw-puller: I will suck that out. Will take some time, but Madam will be fu
lly okay.
Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh, please take me to a cover I am feeling very uncomfortable t
o lie in the open like this. Anita you can feel naa
Ritesh: Okay, okay. But where to find a cover in this beach?
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, here is your shorts and Madam s petticoat. Lets take her t
o the temple. Ritesh: Temple? Where on earth did you get a temple here?
Rickshaw-puller: Just behind that bush. It s an abandoned temple. No one uses it.
Ritesh: Okay. Anita, help Bhabie to wear this.
Ritesh quickly got into his shorts and I wrapped Bhabie s lower half with that wet
petticoat. She looked
extraordinarily decent as I did that after reaming without any cover on her puss
y and ass for such a long time!
Rickshaw-puller: Quick Sahib! If we are late, the poison will spread.
Ritesh: Right, right.
They again held Bhabie like they had taken her out of the water and this time I
aided in holding her head. None of us noticed that broken structure behind the b
ush prior. It was a temple, but that has to be very long back; only some remains
of the original structure represented its entity. Bhabie was laid on the floor
of the temple and she was actually reporting some acute pain in her left leg now
.
Rickshaw-puller: Don t worry Madam, it will be okay in some minutes if you are pat
ient. Sahib, come here once. The two men whispered amongst each other and Bhabie
looked very anxious.
Ritesh: Anita, can you do us a favor?
Me: What?
Ritesh: He says that since this is a temple and if any local person sees him her
e, that would be lead to a big chaos and turmoil, as he is belongs to low caste.
Me: These things still remain here?
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, though we work in the city for our livelihood, we basica
lly are from the village and these things are very stringent here.
Me: Okay, I can understand. What do you want me to do?
Ritesh: You just stand outside and keep your eyes open. If you see any local per
son coming towards this place, just alert us. That s all.
I agreed and went outside the temple, but after some moments only my sixth sense
was knocking me to keep an eye
on the two males. I was pretty sure that Ritesh would not leave Bhabie today wit
hout fucking, but this crabincident seemed to have put an obstacle in his way. I immediately shifted my pos
ition from the front of the temple
to its backside and I made my way through the shrubs and bushes and tried to be
as silent as possible. Soon I

discovered an opening in the wall from where I could view the spot where Bhabie
was lying. I felt like patting my
back myself!
I could hear Ritesh and that man s voice very clearly.
Ritesh: He is an expert in this Bhabie. If you do not agree to what he says the
poison will spread to your body. Why don t you understand? Would you like to go to
the hospital then?
Sunita Bhabie: No, but Ritesh

how can I . I am a woman afterall.

Ritesh: Bhabie! Please. Which is more important, you decide yourself - this pois
on proliferating in your body or your
shame?
Sunita Bhabie: That s okay, but still Err he is an outsider
Ritesh: Bhabie, will you ever get a crab bite in your life? No naaa so Sunita Bhab
ie: Hmm okay but please ask him to do it fast.
Ritesh: Sure Bhabie.
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, there is no other way. As I said, I will first taste the
blood from your toe and then will
taste blood from the cut I have just made. If there is a difference in taste, th
en you are saved, otherwise
Sunita Bhabie: O God!
Ritesh: Don t waste time. Proceed.
Rickshaw-puller: Okay Sahib!
The rickshaw-puller sat near Bhabie s feet and first took her left foot and raised
it significantly to his mouth level.
Automatically Bhabie s petticoat hiked up and a sexy upskirt was in offer. I noted
Ritesh was ogling at that. The
man started sucking her toe and she was visibly very uncomfortable at this actio
n. Bhabie must be getting some
stimulation as she felt the hot tongue on her toe. Then he raised his mouth and
came over Bhabie s body on her fair
thighs. He directly raised her petticoat up her legs exposing Bhabie s smooth plum
p thighs. Again her legs were
almost fully uncovered and they looked like two banana trees. The rickshaw-pulle
r took his mouth on her left thigh
and started sucking the cut mark there. That cut mark must have been made while
I was outside the room. Bhabie
now looked very sexy with just a bra and her raised petticoat and that man s tongu
e licking the cut area on her
thigh.
Sunita Bhabie: Oooooo .. Usssssssssh!
I could well realize that Bhabie was unable to control her expressions and like
any matured woman she was starting
to moan getting a suck in her mid thighs. I noticed Ritesh was watching the whol
e process and was openly
scratching his stiff lund inside his shorts sitting by Bhabie s side. It looked so
very vulgar that way he was doing
the scratching through his wet shorts.
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, hard luck! The taste is the same! The poison has already
reached till this part of Madam s
leg.

Ritesh: Oh! Anyway, go ahead. What needs to be done has to be done. Bhabie pleas
e cooperate and hopefully
everything will be all right. But oh! This time I will surely catch a cold if I
continue to wear this wet thing.
Rickshaw-puller: Yes Sahib, get rid of that.
Ritesh immediately got up and opened his shorts very casually and got naked in f
ront of Bhabie and that man.
Surely Bhabie was having a tough time - had the crab bite, lost her petticoat in t
he water current, Ritesh
snatched off her panty, and time and again seeing an elder male fully naked. I n
oticed Ritesh was standing just near her head and Bhabie surely was getting a gr
eat view of his erect lund and his balls.
Ritesh: Bhabie you will also catch a cold if you continue to wear that wet blous
e! Sunita Bhabie: Y yes? No, no, I am okay.
Bhabie stammered as she was attentively watching his stiff naked penis.
Ritesh: What okay? Do you want to additionally catch a fever in getting cured fr
om this crab bite? Saying that he sat down on the floor on his naked ass and att
empted to open Bhabie s blouse.
Sunita Bhabie: Eiiii What are you doing? Please don t.
Ritesh: Oho Bhabie! Everything can be seen through this No use wearing this wet r
ag, I tell you. Sunita Bhabie: May be but still . Ritesh, don t open it. Please.
Ritesh: See it s sopping wet, you will catch a cold my dear. Be a good girl!
In trying to gauge how much wet her blouse was, Ritesh was actually playfully ca
ressing her big round tits directly. When he saw Bhabie was reluctant to take of
f her blouse, he openly grabbed her both boobs with his tow hands
and started squeezing them while Bhabie remained lied on the floor. I could well
understand that Bhabie was in a hopeless position and within minutes Ritesh was
able to persuade her and stripped her off her blouse in front of
that rickshaw-puller. Bhabie now lay in her wet white brassiere and petticoat, t
he latter had already climbed up
alarmingly over her plump thighs.
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib shall I proceed?
I wondered what the plan was and anxiously remained glued to this very erotic se
tting.
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, as I said, I shall take saliva from your mouth and sprea
d it there I was shocked to notice the man indicating to Bhabie s gaand!
Rickshaw-puller: and then use the crab to extract the venom from your body. Don t w
orry Madam, have faith on
me. Actually this is a belief that goes with us. If the poison spreads into one s
body from a crab bite, the crab is
allowed to bite that person once again and we believe when the crab tastes the s
ame blood, it in fact sucks the
poison back.
Ritesh: Hmm seems logical!
Sunita Bhabie: But

I am really uncomfortable with that part

Ritesh: Oho Bhabie, we just had a talk on this. You only told that you don t want
to reveal this incident to Uncle and that s why I suggested you just tell you cut
your toe on a shell on the shore
Sunita Bhabie: No, no, that s all right, but

Ritesh: But what? You want to hide the second bite from Uncle and surely if its
on your hand, leg, or abdomen,
Uncle might easily spot it! I thought his suggestion was brilliant! If the cut i
s made on your gaand, it would be the safest bet. That part always remains cover
ed with your sari, salwar-kamiz, or nighty - whatever you wear.
Sunita Bhabie: I agree, but still Ritesh
Ritesh: Arre! Again but! Then as a precaution just make sure that for the next f
ew days you always wear a panty below your sari so that Uncle can t see the cut ma
rk.
Sunita Bhabie: Uff! Will you teach me on that? I agree on that, but can you not t
ake my saliva? Ritesh: Hmm. Hey you? What do you say?
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, if Madam feels she is comfortable giving her saliva to y
ou, certainly you can pick it up. Ritesh: Bah! Fine. Are you satisfied now? Uff!
Bhabie The way you are behaving naa .
Saying that he openly pinched Bhabie s juicy boob from above her brassiere in fron
t of the rickshaw-puller. Bhabie seemed to be quite immune to this sort of shame
lessness by now!
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, you fill your fingers with Madam s saliva and then rub it
on her gaand. Madam, you need to take off your pe I mean your petticoat.
Sunita Bhabie: Huh!
Bhabie looked elsewhere and Ritesh readily crawled forward to do that noble task
. I could see his naked black ass directly pointing towards me from where I was
peeping. I could even see his ass crack hairs as he crawled! He pulled down Bhab
ie s petticoat as she lifted her big gaand slightly. It seemed to me as if Bhabie
was his personal property! Her lower half was again completely bare, but by this
time she probably was used to it.
Sunita Bhabie: I can t take this. O God! What am I doing! Sssssssss
She closed her eyes and seemed to have given up! Ritesh inserted two fingers of
his right hand into Bhabie s mouth and she started lapping and sucking them.
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, three fingers
Ritesh inserted another finger and Bhabie was having a tough time accommodating
all in her mouth. The way it looked instantly made me recall as if Rajesh had in
serted his cock in my mouth. She gasped for breath as she continued to lick and
suck the fingers. This went on for some moments.
Rickshaw-puller: Done. Now Madam you turn back.
Ritesh took out his fingers from Bhabie s
saliva. She turned back and rested on her
ed his fingers over Bhabie s smooth round
hat posture with her stripped pumpkin ass

mouth and they were glistening with her

stomach. Ritesh then rubbed and massag
buttocks. She looked simply awesome in t
facing the ceiling!

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, put inside her crack also.

My goodness! Ritesh like an obedient
crack and of course there were loud
she was getting thoroughly excited.
Ritesh s lund - natural - and it was

boy inserted his fingers in Bhabie s deep ass

barefaced moans from Bhabie indicating that
I could see a spring in
now dead erect.

Ritesh: By the way, why do you need her saliva here?

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib this acts as an antiseptic and hence it has to be the sam
e person s saliva.
Ritesh: I see. Whatever Bhabie you have a wonderful gaand! If I were your husband
naaa, I would never allow you to wear anything on this beautiful gaand. I swear
! What a shape! Ahaaa ..
Ritesh now started feeling every part of Bhabie s very fleshy but tight buttocks a
nd was pressing and examining her ass cheeks to check their elasticity!
Ritesh: Oh! That motherchod is so very lucky! Sunita Bhabie: Who?
Ritesh: Your husband, who else? If your gaand is so tight at this age, what was
it like when you were 20 Bhabie? Bhabie had already started passing rowdy grunts
, but the rickshaw-puller intervened at this point.
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib if you allow me
He pulled out the crab out of his handkerchief and that little red thing sprung
out on the floor. In a very skilled way, he caught that and held by its claws in
his hand!
Ritesh: Be careful!
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, I am now letting it go on your body. Please don t move you
r gaand please.
I saw the rickshaw-puller gently putting the crab on Bhabie s naked ass. It looked
incredibly beautiful observing
that little creature on Bhabie s naked butter-colored buttocks. The crab definitel
y was surprised initially to be on a woman s ass cheek, but then started crawling
slowly. Bhabie s pumpkin ass was definitely very smooth and round, but it was not
porous like the sand. The crab most likely was expecting that. After going a few
strides here and there, it noticed the deep crevice, which was actually Bhabie s
ass crack. It hastened towards her crack and Bhabie was producing all sorts of s
ounds feeling the movement of the little crab on her gaand. The next moment Bhab
ie let out a very loud shriek as the crab inserted its claws inside her ass crev
ice. What a sight it was!
Ritesh: Oye! Oye! Don t go there. Arre . Don t go there mere baap!
Did the crab hear Ritesh s advice? God knows; but it did not stay long in Bhabie s a
ss crack and came out on her broad ass cheek again.
Ritesh: Probably it did not like the smell there ha ha ha
Sunita Bhabie: Eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiii

.. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Oiiiiiiiiiii .

Bhabie was ejecting all sorts of weird sounds in excitement and anxiety. The ric
kshaw-puller now snubbed the crab
with his finger and it immediately dug its claws into Bhabie s gaand and drops of
blood came out of her left ass
cheek. The drops of blood looked like two bindis on her wide left ass cheek. The
crab had its claws prodded in her
ass flesh and Bhabie s body jerked and moved in pain. It seemed the crab must have
liked Bhabie s flesh and the
sting was indeed a long one. The crab again roamed on the round naked surface of
Bhabie s huge gaand and this time it crawled slowly downwards diagonally. It seem
ed it was tracing the panty line on Bhabie s buttocks! The crab now quickly was on
to Bhabie s right ass cheek.
Ritesh: It must be a male crab He is enjoying your gaand very much Bhabie! He he
he Sunita Bhabie: You idiot! Please get that creature out of my gaand!
Rickshaw-puller: Patience Madam. Its done.
The red little thing continued to stroll around the circumference of her right a
ss cheek and was again coming back to the crack. This time the rickshaw-puller c

raftily picked it up and threw it out of the window.

Rickshaw-puller: Madam, now you are safe!
Ritesh: Great! Lets celebrate!
Saying that he started patting Bhabie s naked ass and in fact slapped her on her b
ouncy flesh a couple of times! Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh! What s this stop!
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, wait. Let me check once.
Saying that he took his face very close to Bhabie s bare buttocks and started lick
ing the cut mark on her left ass cheek. Of course, he kept his right hand for su
pport on her right ass cheek and was feeling the tightness of
Bhabie s gaand on his palm. This simultaneous working of licking with his tongue a
nd pressing with his hand went on for at least a minute or two which actually ma
de Bhabie to writhe in excitement. I could see her legs getting
separated automatically as she lay on the floor.
Rickshaw-puller: Hooray Madam! You are safe now. The crab has taken back its ven
om! Ritesh: Wow Bhabie! Do you hear that? Get up! Get up!
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, but I need to dress the wounds. The pain would still be
there. Ritesh: Abe you do that a little later!
Rickshaw-puller: But Sahib
Ritesh pulled up Bhabie from her lying position and as she faced him he directly
put his right hand into her naked
hairy choot and started caressing the area and locked his lips in Bhabie s soft li
ps so that she could not protest to
the act. Bhabie also forgetting about the presence of another man held his hangi
ng lund and started stroking it. It
seemed to me as if they were on bed! The rickshaw-puller was looking at the sham
eless open acts of his Sahib and
Madam.
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib Sahib Madam s cut marks are open and the floor is dirty also .
There is a chance of an infection Sahib
Ritesh: Hang your infection
Ritesh was now fingering Bhabie s cunt with his right hand and she was virtually d
ancing in exhilaration and thrill.
She was gyrating her hips very lewdly to accommodate his finger in her cunt. The
scene looked so very obscene!
Sunita Bhabie: Eiiii . Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh .. Ritesh

stop rrrrrreeeeeeeee!

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib
Ritesh: Oho! Bhabie just wait till this rascal gets his work done. Okay? Sunita
Bhabie: Aaiiiiiiiii . Maaaaaaaaa .
Ritesh: Oh! Bhabie What a choot you have! So deep, so spacious! But why is it so
dry? But then who can guess that you have such a jhakas choot under your sari?
Sunita Bhabie: Dhat! You naughty!
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, I will use these leaves for the dressing.
When we were entering this temple, that man did collect some leaves of some shru
bs and had kept it within his
lungi.
Ritesh: Hey you! This is not fair man! Rickshaw-puller: What Sahib?

Ritesh: See I am fully naked. Look at your Madam! How dare you wear that lungi?
Open it open it. O My God! What s he up to I wondered, but surely something very st
eamy.
Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh! What s this? Have you gone out of your head?
Ritesh: Why Bhabie? If you can show your choot to us, why will he not show up hi
s lund? Are you not interested
Bhabie?
The rickshaw-puller apparently looked puzzled.
Sunita Bhabie: What? Shut up! You have gone mad!
Ritesh: Abbe! What are you waiting for? Open your lungi or else I will just snat
ch it! Rickshaw-puller: O okay Sahib! I am ta taking it off.
The man dropped his lungi off his waist and he was wearing a very scanty underwe
ar and one can easily make out that he had an enormous dick inside that - it loo
ked so thick and full!
Ritesh: Sala harami! Who will open that chaddi?
The man now dragged his underwear also and became fully naked and stood in front
of them.
Ritesh: Wow! What a lund you have man! Bhabie, just see - surely this is Andhra
Special!
I also swallowed a breath standing in the hideout. I had never seen such a stout
penis in my life! The man might be a rickshaw-puller by profession and average
built in appearance, but his lund seemed to be well nourished!
Rickshaw-puller: He he .
I noticed Bhabie s eyes almost popped out of her sockets. She must be amply horny
by now the way Ritesh had
caressed her (from the sea right down here in this temple) and also the way this
man had sucked and licked her
gaand just moments ago and hence expectedly she looked at his stout erect dick w
ithout a wink of her eyelids!
Sunita Bhabie: Re R-e-a-l-l-y! Monster size!
It was so very odd for me to look on with these two elderly males standing fully
naked with their pubic bushes and erect cocks so much evident to my eyes! Autom
atically my hand went to my breasts and I started squeezing them softly as I mys
elf was also pretty excited at this sight. I also adjusted my panty slightly to
rub my choot in a
better way to feel comfortable.
Ritesh: My friend, all women would die for you if you piston them with this! Am
I wrong Bhabie? Sunita Bhabie: Absolutely not! Your wife is so lucky!
Rickshaw-puller: He he
Ritesh: Bhabie, then why would be left behind? We three should have the same att
ire when we are in the same
boat!
Sunita Bhabie: Meaning?
Ritesh: What s the use of wearing that bra? If we have seen your choot, show us yo
ur doodh also darling! Sunita Bhabie: Umm What a desire!
Ritesh: Come on Bhabie! P-l-e-a-s-e!
Sunita Bhabie: O

Okay, I also feel like doing that . but close your eyes

Ritesh: Okay Bhabie, I am closing my eyes and holding my rod. You open your bra.
Hey you! Close your eyes and hold your monster!
Sunita Bhabie: He he

you are simply a rogue!

Bhabie was peaking to the height of shamelessness. She took her hands back and o
pened the hook of her brassiere and casually removed the straps off her shoulder
and pulled out the cups off her two mammaries.
Ritesh: Done?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes!
Ritesh: Wow! What a sight! I can t wait to fuck you Bhabie!
Bhabie looked down at the floor and her face reddened like a tomato. Was there a
ny shame still left in her? I was rather astonished.
Rickshaw-puller: Can I do the dressing first Sahib!
Ritesh: I want to dress her choot yaar! Huh! Anyway, do it fast.
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, I will first dress your toe, but err the problem is it wou
ld not be advisable for you to sit on the floor with your cut on your gaand.
Sunita Bhabie: Then? But if I do not sit, how would you dress my toe?
Rickshaw-puller: Yes Madam, that s what I am thinking.
Ritesh: Abe motherchod! Allow her to sit on my lap.
Rickshaw-puller: Yes, yes. That way Madam, your gaand would remain safe from thi
s dirt!
Bhabie was smiling probably anticipating the fun she would get by sitting on the
lap of a man who was not wearing a
thread! Ritesh sat on the floor and Bhabie stepped forward slowly towards him. S
he was looking like a sex goddess
- fully nude - her bra-less free big, round milk-pots jiggling as she walked, he
r pussy inviting Ritesh perfectly, and her heavy butts swaying with each step. S
he stooped down a bit before sitting on his lap and her boobs looked so very sex
y hanging freely in the air.
Ritesh: Aao aao meri jaan! My darling!
Bhabie exhaled out a lovingly screech when she felt Ritesh s stiff poking lund on
her hips as she put her full body weight on his lap.
Ritesh: Oooooooooo Laaaaaaa laaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Uiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! What soft buttoc
ks you have Bhabie! So smooth and round yet so tight yaar!
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, I will use these leaf extracts for your dressing, but si
multaneously I will need two things from you also.
Sunita Bhabie: Aaaahh! Press them more . Aaahhh yes, what do you wa . want from me? R
ickshaw-puller: First I need your saliva Madam.
Sunita Bhabie: O okay . Uff! Ritesh
how will I give the saliva?

you are hurting me. Don t pinch like that! Ye

Concurrently two developments were taking place - Bhabie was made horny by Rites
h by his erotic moves while that low class man was making his moves for the dres

yes,

sing of the wound.

Rickshaw-puller: You don t have to give it Madam. You can relax in Sahib s lap. This
time I will take your saliva.
The man started crushing the leaves that he had collected early and some transpa
rent fluid was coming out of the leaf stalk, which he rubbed on his finger and t
hen chafed it on his lips! I was rather surprised to see that though Bhabie appe
ared nonchalant, as she was very boldly busy with Ritesh enjoying the togetherne
ss thoroughly, as his hands caressed and pressed her on her absolutely intimate
body parts. Ritesh made Bhabie to split her legs wide and inserted his finger in
his cunt again and this time, he took out the finger and smelt it!
Ritesh: O Bhabie, you smell great there! What a choot you have!
Sunita Bhabie: You dirty rot! Stop smelling that!
Ritesh: Aaaaaahhhhhh! I have fucked so many girls in my life, but your choot sme
lls exceptional Bhabie!
Saying that he again inserted his tongue into Bhabie s choot and started to move h
is finger in a circular fashion making Bhabie go wild.
Sunita Bhabie: Ouch! S-t-o-p
Ritesh: What a deep choot yaar! How many times did Manohar uncle fuck you Sali ra
ndi?
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib Sahib I mean err if you please allow Madam to sit still for a
moment would be helpful.
Ritesh: Uhhhhhhh! What fun yaar! Bhabie I will carry you in my lap my whole life
! Oiiiii maaaaaaaa Rickshaw-puller: Sahib
Ritesh: Oh! Sala harami, wait for a while naa
Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh stop now. Listen to him.
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, yes okay. Now I can take the saliva from Madam s mouth. Mad
am just part your lips a
little.
Ritesh: Sure, sure! I will hold her still Ha ha ha
Saying that he cupped Bhabie s big coconuts with both palms and tried to grab them
fully in both hands, but Bhabie s boobs were rather big-sized and oozed out thoug
h his palms.
My goodness! A rickshaw-puller would kiss Manohar Uncle s wife. Incredible! Though
Bhabie seemed to be willing at the beginning to donate saliva, but now as she r
ealized that low class man would actually kiss her to take the saliva, she got s
cared probably.
Sunita Bhabie: But, but what are you up to? How will you take this? By kissing?
Ritesh: Naturally Bhabie, how can he collect otherwise? Cooperate with him.
Sunita Bhabie: Arre stop! What the I cannot allow any Tom, Dick, Harry to kiss me A
m I a Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, please help me.
Ritesh: Bhabie, don t be silly! I have kissed you at least 50 times today, what s th
e harm if he touches your lips
once!
Sunita Bhabie: Meaning?
Ritesh: Oho Bhabie! Take it easy

He has seen every inch of your body and he wants

to help you only by preparing the dressing

isn t it?

Bhabie seemed to be at last consoled by this logic. She reluctantly waited to be

kissed by this roadside man! Ritesh
got hold of Sunita Bhabie s head and the rickshaw-puller held Bhabie by her should
ers and touched her lips. Of
course, the initial reaction was utterly repulsive from Bhabie seeing those dirt
y blackish lips getting closer to her
mouth, but as he slowly tasted his lips, she was somewhat calmed down. The ricks
haw-puller now started sucking
her lower lips. The man took support by placing his hands on the floor and the s
cene was so very pornographic - two
naked males and one naked elderly woman - the woman sitting on the lap of one an
d the other sucking away her lips.
Ritesh was holding her head tightly so that her repulsion was not very evident t
hough Bhabie was still throwing her legs in the air. That low class man was prob
ably having the kiss of his life and he went on and on sucking her thick rosy li
ps. At last he released his lips off Bhabie s and they were looking in each other s
eyes for a moment! Bhabie took a very long and deep breath after the kiss and sh
e apparently looked not very dissatisfied.
The rickshaw-puller spewed out the saliva he had collected in his mouth on the l
eaf extract and started mixing it with some more torn leaves.
Ritesh: So? Complete! You were so scared as if he would eat you up!
I found Bhabie literally was gasping after the kiss episode was complete. Her fa
ce was all red and she was still recovering from this kiss of this roadside man.
Ritesh: How different was it Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: Different? Err from what?
Ritesh: From my kisses or for that matter your Manohar Uncle s kisses? Sunita Bhab
ie: Hmm It was different!
Ritesh: How much? Tell ma naa
Sunita Bhabie: How to explain that

I don t know

everyone kisses in a different way!

Ritesh waited for Bhabie to elucidate while the rickshaw-puller was busy prepari
ng a paste like thing with the
leaves.
Sunita Bhabie: Like how could I spell out it s such a personal feeling Your uncle is
always interested to put his tongue inside my mouth and explore my mouth area, b
ut not to suck my lower lips you are more into sucking my lower lips and I indeed
like that this man was again different he touched my lower lips, but very gently,
and he was holding back his breath while his mouth was on mine
Ritesh: O Bhabie you explain in such a nice way! You ought to be a teacher a sex t
eacher ha ha ha . Bhabie was also giggling.
Rickshaw-puller: Thanks Madam. Now I need the second thing to complete this. Sun
ita Bhabie: What else?
Rickshaw-puller: I need some milk
Sunita Bhabie: What milk?
Ritesh: Obviously your milk Bhabie!
Sunita Bhabie: Meaning? I really don t get this.
Rickshaw-puller: Actually Madam err to finalize this healing paste I need your bre
ast milk. Sunita Bhabie: W-h-a-t? What bullshit is this?
Bhabie simply yelled at this request. Naturally. How can a 40-year-old woman pro

duce breast milk without a pregnancy/child birth! Her voice reflected a mixture
of anger, shame, and bewilderment.
Ritesh: Why are you getting angry on that poor chap Bhabie? This must be the com
position of that antidote! Rickshaw-puller: Yes Sahib. I am not telling a lie. Y
ou can confirm from our village doctor.
Ritesh: No, no, I believe in you!
Sunita Bhabie: But Ritesh

it s impossible!

Ritesh: What is impossible? I mean which part?

Sunita Bhabie: What rubbish are you talking about? You know my age. Do I look li
ke a young mother that I shall have milk in my
Ritesh: But Bhabie, your tits do look like see how tight they are . Ha ha ha Okay, j
okes apart you mean to say you don t produce milk any more?
Sunita Bhabie: Obviously! Come on Ritesh! I am 40 now! I did my last breast-feed
ing probably probably 16-17
years ago!
Ritesh: Hmm but
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, if you allow me to say something. I know as much I have
heard from our village doctor.
Bhabie was still sitting on Ritesh s lap, completely naked. The rickshaw-puller wa
s sitting just in front of her and
Bhabie s choot and doodh were fully visible to him all the time. He must have been
relishing this lifetime view award to the fullest.
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, what Madam says is true. She is an elderly woman and had
her child many years ago and obviously her breasts are not used to breast-feedi
ng last many years. But Sahib, according to our village doctor, even if Madam is
not actively breast-feeding a child, she can have milk in her breasts.
Ritesh and Sunita Bhabie (simultaneously): How?
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, its expected that Madam s child is grownup now and do not
sleep on the same bed and if Madam is staying with her husband, they must be mee
ting on bed.
Ritesh: Okay, carry on.
Rickshaw-puller: Our village doctor says that even when an elderly couple meet o
n bed they caress each other, even if they do not err I mean fuck. So I hope Madam
your husband also
Sunita Bhabie: Ye yes, though rather irregular.
Rickshaw-puller: May it be on an irregular basis, but your husband must be I mean
play with your
Bhabie s cheeks were glowing like never before and eyes dipping down to answer thi
s obscene question. Ritesh: Bhabie? Yes or No?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, but but so what?
Rickshaw-puller: Then the problem is solved Madam! If your reply is yes , then your
breasts will surely produce milk if you are rightly stimulated I tell you!
Sunita Bhabie looked dumb and continued to look with disbelief and skeptically a
t that man.

Rickshaw-puller: Madam, juts tell me one thing - do you get a good sucking on yo
ur breasts when you meet with your husband on bed?
Sunita Bhabie: What sort of

I mean

no

err

at times

Ritesh: Bhabie, tell properly. Be open! Tell him clearly . But but one thing Bhabie
, the way your nipples are getting swollen by my touch, Uncle must be sucking th
em regularly ha ha ha
Sunita Bhabie: Actually err

I mean not always.

Ritesh: You mean to say on some days Uncle opens your blouse and sucks your tits
, but on other days he just lifts your sari and fucks you?
Sunita Bhabie: Uff Ritesh, you are incorrigible! You should know that I do not w
ear a sari on bed of course especially when
Ritesh: Oho! Got it got it! You must be wearing a nighty! But I mean back to the c
ore question of him: Do you get a regular sucking there?
Sunita Bhabie: No, I mean he does err press and squeeze them, but not always does
he suck them. Ritesh: Okay so did you get what you wanted to know?
Rickshaw-puller: Certainly Sahib, but since Madam is saying her husband do not s
uck them always when she meets her, I might have a trying time getting out the m
ilk.
Sunita Bhabie: Do you mean to say women of my age who gets a regular sucking on
their breasts will have milk?
Rickshaw-puller: I do not know Madam, but I have seen our village doctor getting
milk from breasts elderly women who were bitten by crabs at sea. Even he squeez
ed out milk of a woman who had a son of 20 years!
Sunita Bhabie was stunned to hear that and looked utterly confused.
Ritesh: Okay Bhabie, lets not believe in his words. He needs that milk to comple
te the cure for you and lets see if he can do that.
Rickshaw-puller: Sure Sahib!
Ritesh: And what do you want to do for that? Rickshaw-puller: One second Sahib
Saying that he separated 3-4 big leaves, which were definitely of different vari
ety from what he collected from outside and had used in the paste he had prepare
d. Then stretched out his lungi on the floor. His monstrous cock was hanging in
the air and moving to and fro attracting Bhabie s attention and of course mine too
.
Ritesh: One sec let me wipe this off with it.
Bhabie had stood up from Ritesh s lap and she was slightly limping as the wound wa
s on her toe. Her gorgeous round
ass showed a red bruise, which that rickshaw-puller was licking moments ago. Rit
esh now took the lungi and quickly
wiped off the drops of precum that accumulated at his penis head. Bhabie stood n
aked as shameless as ever and
watched that.
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, can you check and tell if your nipples have become soft
or not? Sunita Bhabie: What? I mean why?
Rickshaw-puller: That s a precondition Madam.
Ritesh: Ha ha But my dear, since Bhabie was sitting on my lap for sooooooooo long
, how can those be soft so
quickly?

Sunita Bhabie looked down at her bare tits to check her nipples and both males w
ere also directly looking at her exposed globes.
Sunita Bhabie: Err

I mean

Hard.

Rickshaw-puller: O okay Madam but I need to apply this leaf stalk on them Sahib, wh
at to do then?
Ritesh: Simple yaar! Bhabie, you just imagine that you are not with me. Do not l
ook at us and visualize that you are
alone at home; then obviously your excitement will come down. But but keep your e
yes off our lunds ha ha ha
Sunita Bhabie: Aha

visualize that you are alone at home

She imitated Ritesh.

Sunita Bhabie: What about this?
She openly indicated at her nakedness to the two males.
Sunita Bhabie: Do I remain like this at home? Rubbish!
Ritesh: Oho! That s a point! But I wish you always remained like this Bhabie all th
e time Bilkul nangi! Ha ha ha Anyway, you start and don t waste further time.
Rickshaw-puller: Okay Sahib, as you say. Madam, come and sit on my lungi like th
is.
Saying that he himself demonstrated what Bhabie needed to do. He crouched on the
lungi and knelt down on his
knees and then placed his body weight on his hands. It reminded me of mama-ji wh
en he used to play with me in my childhood. He knelt and moved about in the room
on his knees being a horse and I used to ride him. I was shocked to see that po
sture being demonstrated to Bhabie. For any matured woman this pose was rather s
usceptible and obscene, as all of her intimate parts would remain awfully expose
d. Moreover, Bhabie being completely naked, I presumed that she would look allur
ingly inviting in that posture.
Rickshaw-puller: Is it okay Madam?
Sunita Bhabie: My God! That s the last thing I wanted to do Ritesh: But yaar why th
is specific pose?
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, if Madam stays like this her breasts will be hanging in
the air and this will actually help accumulate milk at the tip of the nipple.
Ritesh: Hmm I see. But Bhabie must be familiar to this pose why Bhabie? Sunita Bha
bie: How come I could be familiar with that pose?
Ritesh: You mean to say Uncle never asked you to be like this on bed? Bhabie, co
me on! Sunita Bhabie: No, I swear!
Ritesh: Don t tell a lie! Come on! Not even a single day in your married life you
have been like this on bed!?!
Sunita Bhabie: No! I am telling you naa..
Ritesh: Is Uncle a man or a mamu ? Ha ha haa Sunita Bhabie: Meaning?
Ritesh: Arre Bhabie! Let me explain. Suppose you meet uncle on bed. He is making
love to you. Okay? Sunita Bhabie : Hmm.. Hmm
Ritesh: You both are naked. Right?
Sunita Bhabie: That s quite obvious Ritesh

anyway continue!

Ritesh: Now instead of routinely going through the same fucking style, one day h
e could easily have asked you to be
like this. Arre! If not for anything else, at least for foreplay pleasures! I am

surprised that he never told you.

Sunita Bhabie appeared visibly frustrated at his husband s efforts regarding sex.
Ritesh: Arre! Husbands having plump wives do use this menthol more for simple vi
ewing pleasure. Bhabie, this way your gaand would look more prominent and attrac
tive and since you have heavy boobs, they would look all the more beautiful this
way. I wonder why Uncle never
Sunita Bhabie: Huh! Anyway no use talking about your Uncle!
Bhabie stepped forward on the lungi and folded her legs to sit on her knees. The
n she bent forward and kept her body weight on her hands and positioned herself
perfectly for a doggie style fucking! She looked so sexy and
inviting I wondered how those two males controlled themselves seeing this hot piec
e of meat waiting for them! I noticed they simultaneously scratched and stroked
their cocks as Bhabie was getting into that pose. I was shocked to see the ricks
haw-puller openly massaging his monstrous cock taking his hand throughout the sh
aft of his stiff rod as if he was ready for pistoning!
And in the next half an hour what happened was the hottest thing I ever saw.
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, please be standstill in that pose. Sahib, to make things
happen quickly if you help me a
bit
Ritesh: Sure! Anything for my dear Bhabie

Ha ha ha!

Rickshaw-puller: Nothing much! If you can help her getting stimulated quickly; a
ctually the more quickly she gets kindled, the quickly the milk will flow from h
er breasts.
Ritesh: Ha ha I want to drink Bhabie s milk surely! Sunita Bhabie: Can you just fin
ish it fast please? Rickshaw-puller: Sure Madam sure.
The two men quickly positioned themselves round Bhabie s plump naked figure. The R
ickshaw-puller placed himself near Bhabie s belly area and Ritesh went towards her
legs patting her round smooth butt cheeks. The rickshawpuller then rubbed some
leaf extract on his both palms and directly cupped her hanging coconuts!
Sunita Bhabie: Ouch!
The rough hands of this low class man suddenly cupping her bare tits must have g
iven Bhabie a wholesome shudder creating a very much appreciable quiver as that
man kneaded her big swaying globes.
Rickshaw-puller: This I have learnt from our village doctor. He says - just do i
t as if you are milking a cow - once squeeze the cow s udder softly, then squeeze
it tightly. I am just doing that
Sunita Bhabie: Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaah!
Ritesh: C-o-o-l beta! Bhabie, are you listening? He is treating you like a cow.
Ha ha ha Let me act out the buffalo then Ha ha ha
Saying that Ritesh crouched at Bhabie s rear and held her two butt cheeks in his h
ands and started smelling her asshole. He was poking his nose so wickedly in her
asshole that Bhabie had to virtually wag her huge ass vigorously to feel comfor
table!
Sunita Bhabie: Ei Ritesh . Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiii stop

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

In no time I noticed Ritesh was furiously groping her big round ass with both ha
nds and also fingering her pussy and asshole in turn. Both holes were widely ope
n and visible due to her clumsy posture. Ritesh took full advantage of it and se

emed all geared up to fuck Bhabie in the doggie style! He was stroking his lund
time and again now and checking its tightness. The rickshaw-puller naturally loo
ked exceedingly excited cuddling and squashing Bhabie s dense pendulous boobs with
both hands.
Ritesh: Uffff Bhabie! W-h-a-t a gaand you keep under your sari dear! Ohhhhhhhhhh
! Any male would die for it!
Ritesh s hand now went to her robust thighs and he started caressing them very fir
mly while the rickshaw-puller
was getting relatively proactive. He was not confined to massaging Bhabie s juicy
boobs only, but had taken his head very near to Bhabie s mouth and obviously was l
ooking for an opportunity to kiss her.
Sunita Bhabie: Oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! What am I doing! Oh Goddddd
ddd! Such fun .. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
As Bhabie gasped for air, the rickshaw-puller touched his lips on Bhabie s and sta
rted sucking her lower lips. Bhabie had no control over her and even though anti
cipating this, did not protest at all and was more than eager to get
kissed by this roadside dirty man. I am sure he must have been having some punge
nt odor in his mouth and I noted that reflected also momentarily on Bhabie s face,
but she was so much sexually stirred up that she just carried on the way things
went. Needless to say that man was extremely keyed up and energized seeing Bhab
ie responding to his moves without any inhibition. He was so much thrilled and m
otivated that he took Bhabie s left arm and made her hold his erect thick cock! Bh
abie somehow balanced on one hand in that doggie pose.
I could realize the scene was heating up very crudely and both men definitely ha
d plans to fuck this plump meat .
Ritesh on the other hand was rubbing Bhabie s well-formed thighs with both hands a
nd feeling the tight flesh. The
rickshaw-puller was openly kissing Bhabie s face and also occasionally moving to h
er earlobes making her to moan
constantly. Ritesh was moving up from Bhabie s thighs towards her hips and further
upwards towards her hanging
melons. In no time he grabbed Bhabie s tits cupping them and squeezing them. Bhabi
e got rather stirred up at this
move and the rickshaw-puller readily sensing that started kissing her, biting an
d sucking her lips and they were
soon lip-locked!
I was amazed to see Bhabie responding so passionately to this dirty low class ma
n! It seemed as though she was being kissed by Uncle only in her bedroom!
Bhabie was by now totally involved in the caressing of Ritesh on one side and th
at rickshaw-puller on the other and
was giving open encouragement to both of them to fondle her simultaneously. Rite
sh got his grip very firm now on
Bhabie s big tight tits and was now kneading her breasts very, very firmly twistin
g her nipples with his thumb and
middle finger. The next moment rickshaw-puller too joined hands with him and too
k Bhabie s breast directly in his hand, while Ritesh groped the other one. That ma
n also squeezed her tight flesh and started pinching and pressing her nipple mak
ing her go wild with exhilaration.
I could well realize that it was impossible for Bhabie to stand this double dose
of love, especially at this age, and
she was gasping for breath already. Ritesh now went to her front side and took h
er lips in his mouth and began
sucking them. The rickshaw-puller now caught hold of Bhabie s both boobs and was g
iving her some very tight
squeezes there. I noticed that his palms were significantly large and Bhabie s big

round tits got nicely

accommodated in his palms. Simultaneously he was thrusting his very long cock in
to Bhabie s ass crack making her
whole body jerk with every thrust. Bhabie s nipples were protruding out from her b
oobs like two large round grapes
willing to be sucked and juiced out.
Obviously by this time both men had full erections and wanted Bhabie to suck the
ir pricks. Both males came to stand in front of Bhabie now and she remained in h
er kneel down position thereby making the scene perfect with the two dangling co
cks right in front of her lips. Bhabie started stroking Ritesh and the rickshawpuller using both her hands very effectively. Bhabie literally looked like a per
fect randi serving her customers!
Sunita Bhabie: Ummmmmmmm . Uuuuuullllllllssssssssssssss!
Bhabie was creating all sorts of weird sounds as she sucked and stroked the two
erect dicks. Ritesh: Suck, suck suck more Sali!
Ritesh now bent a little and cupped Bhabie s naked boobs again and the rickshaw-pu
ller was enjoying the whole thing as he held Bhabie s head so that it was fixed on
his cock only.
Ritesh: O-k-ay

Bhabie. Enough sucking, lets us suck you for a change now.

Saying that he pushed Bhabie down on the floor and as she landed on her ass, she
cried out probably due to the cut mark on her ass made by the crab. None of the
males paid heed to that and jumped on her like two hungry lions on a helpless g
oat. They both started licking and biting her boobs. Two hot tongues met Bhabie s
already very erect nipples and as Ritesh hungrily sucked one, the rickshaw-pulle
r rolled his tongue on the other making Bhabie squirm aloud and made her more re
stless for the fuck.
Ritesh glided down her bouncy globes and began probing his tongue deep into her
navel. As Ritesh descended for
navel kissing, I noted that the rickshaw-puller again attacked Bhabie s lips. He m
ust have liked Bhabie s soft juicy
lips immensely! His wife must not be having such rosy and luscious lips like Bha
bie s. Ritesh in the meantime went
further down and reached Bhabie s hairy choot and spread her legs wider to open he
r vagina for as if a public view.
He took his mouth in front of her choot and was observing it for some time! Then
there was no looking back and he
began licking the outermost wall first and then was approaching the clitoris, wh
ich was already swollen like a small
bulb! I could see every detail from my position the way Bhabie was vulgarly exhi
biting her treasures. Ritesh was
literally chewing the clitoris and sucking her and bringing her hot juices, thou
gh I noted the flow of her juices was definitely pretty diminished in amount.
On the other hand, that low class man was having a real gala time kissing Bhabie
lip-to-lip and fondling her handful
tits while twisting her swollen nipples time and again. Now he left her lips and
stood up and again brought his
massive dick to her mouth. I had never seen Bhabie so energetic throughout this
trip! She willingly opened her
mouth wide welcoming the monstrous size. The rickshaw-puller inserted his stick
inside her open mouth without
wasting a second and Bhabie started sucking his dick making loud noises. Literal
ly it was a very steamy affair and I
was surprised to note that Bhabie was handling this twosome affair pretty expert
ly like any high priced call girl!
Both the rickshaw-puller and Ritesh were now openly churning out all sorts of no
ise of sexual exuberance. That

man s large dick was pushing Bhabie till her throat and she was visibly unable to
accommodate it fully, but was
trying her best to do so. Ritesh s licking had reached its maximum slurp as he was
milking out Bhabie s choot with
his crafty tongue. Ritesh probably had reached the limit of his control over his
lund and now simply wanted to fuck Bhabie with his erect prick.
Ritesh spread Bhabie s legs wide and he pushed them as wide as he could opening he
r choot fully. Ritesh quickly positioned himself for the fuck and held her lund
and inserted it in the right spot. He held Bhabie s naked thighs and started rammi
ng his prick deep inside her pussy. Bhabie s whole body was jerking like anything
and the room was filled with wild ecstasies produced by Ritesh and Bhabie. I was
still in a state of shock to see the condition of this housewife, who was till
yesterday so decent and sharing time with his husband.
The rickshaw-puller was as if fucking Bhabie s mouth now as he saw his Sahib going f
or the kill. He gyrated his
hips and pushed his thick lund in and out of Bhabie s mouth like a piston. Bhabie
was now truly looking like an English porno movie actress as I had seen in VCDs
doing a twosome with so much ease! Both Ritesh and that man had
increased their pace considerably and Bhabie was now perspiring profusely in so
much excitement. Her big round boobs were dancing and jiggling with each stroke
of Ritesh in her pussy and she was out of breath trying to
accommodate that monstrous cock of the rickshaw-puller s in her mouth.
Sunita Bhabie: Aaaaaaaaa Aaaaa Aaaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaaa .
Bhabie was yielding such a rhythmic hum with each thump from Ritesh. Bhabie was
so much stirred up and
stimulated that she cummed very soon and Ritesh also exploded his cum within her
pussy. Ritesh emptied his balls inside her choot filling her with his thick cum
.
Ritesh: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
The energy level of Ritesh seemed to have been sucked by Bhabie s choot and he was
clinging to Bhabie s big naked gaand exhausted. Bhabie also was pretty exhausted
and fell on the floor and rested there.
Ritesh: Uuuuuuuh! Bhabie, what a body you have! It felt so great fucking you! Aa
aaaaaaaaah! I feel like taking you to my home.
Bhabie was silent; naturally was too much worn out by this twosome affair. Rites
h kept his head on Bhabie s naked buttocks and rested for a while.
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib! What about
Ritesh: Oh! Sure! Go ahead! Now its your turn
Ritesh made way to the rickshaw-puller and he was all charged up to fuck Bhabie.
Sunita Bhabie: Aaah! Please wait
The rickshaw-puller was by that time fully energized to push his dick inside Bha
bie s pussy and so expectedly her meek request went unheard.
Sunita Bhabie: Please, please I cannot take that
Bhabie seemed to be a bit frightened and indicated to the man s huge-sized cock.
Ritesh: Oho Bhabie! Your pathway is so broad that you can even accommodate two c
ocks Lucky Uncle! He has rammed you so many times Aha!
Sunita Bhabie: Ei give me some time to

Ritesh: Bhabie, time is precious. You just enjoy what you are getting!
The rickshaw-puller was waiting for his Sahib to give the nod.
Ritesh: You motherchod! What are you waiting for! Fuck that randi
wait I will take another shot.

Sali, you just

I noted signs of fright on Bhabie s face for the first time. She could well unders
tand now that these two males
would not leave her easily especially after the way she had been liberally expos
ing in front of them for such long
time.
Sunita Bhabie: Slowly slowly please
The rickshaw-puller had already positioned his erect cock with his right hand in
to Bhabie s sticky choot and started entering her with full force.
Sunita Bhabie: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
, s-l-o-w-l-y

. Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii . P-l-e-a-s-e . slowly

He just started banging Bhabie with his big stiff organ and it looked like a hot
iron rod inside her hairy choot. The insertion of this mega dick was making her
squirm very loudly. The size of his cock was visibly making her
uncomfortable and she was violently twitching and turning on the floor. Her 40-y
ear-old very matured choot was tested to the maximum by this rickshaw-puller s lun
d. Manohar Uncle s cock must be of moderate size and Bhabie must be very much used
to that size and today when she was fucked by Ritesh moments ago, she again exp
erienced an average-sized cock, but this one was Gosh!
A truly thick rod and very much well nourished.
The rickshaw-puller was more charged up by Bhabie s shrieks and yells. He inserted
his full dick inside her and was thumping her choot with his all his might. Rit
esh was also watching this hardcore erotic display with an open mouth. I could c
learly see Bhabie had run out of her steam and getting this very hard ramming in
her pussy she was
virtually knocked out. The action on the floor was reaching new heights as the r
ickshaw-puller lifted Bhabie s legs in the air and spread it fully.
Sunita Bhabie: Aaaaaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaa . Aaaaaaaaaaa . Ohhhhhhhh

Ohhhhhhh .

Bhabie continued to utter joys of ecstasy, but clearly there was a pain componen
et associated with each shout. It seemed to me that this man would tear her apar
t the way he was fucking her. Within moments the rickshaw-puller was on the verg
e of orgasm and Bhabie was also approaching her second!
Rickshaw-puller: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . Ooooooooo
Ritesh: Come on Bhabie! Come on!
Ritesh was cheering up Bhabie to match the fast paced rhythm of that man. Sunita
Bhabie now jolted herself - her body throwing upward and she came violently alo
ng with that man pumping his seeds inside her. Bhabie seemed to have collapsed t
aking this fuck and remained almost motionless. On the other hand, the rickshaw
puller also looked thoroughly exhausted and his body remained still over Bhabie s
naked body.
Ritesh: My friend, what a fuck you had! Oh!
Bhabie s choot looked all wet and her pubic hairs stuck together with the cum of t
hese males and her thighs and
belly also had stains of cum. After some time, the rickshaw-puller lifted himsel
f up from her body and Ritesh also

looked recharged by this time. Bhabie still was unable to recover from simultane
ous fucks and was still resting on
the floor.
Ritesh: What happened Bhabie? Get up!
I could clearly sense that Sunita Bhabie was in no position to get up at that po
int of time, but Ritesh seemed quite
impatient.
Ritesh: Bhabie . Bhabie!
Sunita Bhabie: Please give me some time please Aaaah!
Ritesh: What s your problem? Any pain there?
Saying that he indicated to her choot. Bhabie nodded.
Ritesh: Okay, don t worry! I will balance that.
Saying that, he pushed Bhabie to roll over on the floor.
Sunita Bhabie: What what are you doing Ritesh? Leave me alone
so much pain Aaaah!

please. I am having

Bhabie s plea fell to deaf ears and Ritesh readily made her to lie on her stomach
and he rode her on the back.
Though Bhabie was trying to protest, she was rather weak after the double dose o
f fucking and Ritesh could easily stretch himself on Bhabie s back and started rub
bing his limp cock on her butts. He adjusted his cock right inside her deep ass
crack and started thumping her. Bhabie already had ran out of steam mostly due t
o the intense fuck by the rickshaw-puller ramming his monstrous cock in her vagi
na and now with this action, she was virtually ripped apart. Ritesh had got back
the energy level that he had lost after fucking Bhabie and now was vigorously s
lamming his lund into Bhabie s ass crack. He pushed her hands off her sides and re
vealed her boobs again under her body and inserted his hands again squeezing the
m tightly.
Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh, p-l-e-a-s-e

Leave me, I can t take any m-o-r-e

Ritesh: Shut up you bitch! Aaah . Aaaah! What a gaand this randi has! Ohhhhhhhhooo
!
Ritesh s waist was literally dancing over Bhabie s wide naked ass and she was puffin
g at each whack! Ritesh probably
enjoyed this ass fuck action a bit too much humping Bhabie s naked fleshy gaand and
he ejaculated pretty soon.
He designed Bhabie s big butt cheeks with his cum and seemed to be enjoying every
moment of this lewd action.
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, I mean

will I not get a second chance?

Ritesh: Sure yaar! Come on! She is free stuff! Fuck her ass, who cares!
He got down off Bhabie s back and before Bhabie could even react to get straight,
the rickshaw-puller rode her
and tried to insert his large erect dick in her ass hole. Unlike Ritesh, he sepa
rated Bhabie s ass cheeks and
broadened her ass crack with both hands and tried to locate the hole exactly and
then tried to insert his rod
there.
Sunita Bhabie: Please, leave me have mercy on me. I I really had a very tough time
taking you. P-l-e-a-s-e have mercy on me! Ritesh, please

Ritesh: What mercy! Tear her ass hole!

The rickshaw-puller did not waste a second and started exerting pressure on Bhab
ie s tender asshole and she was yelling in pain. I could well understand that his
thick cock was just too much for her and Bhabie was now crying in anguish as he
was knocking hard on her asshole with his lund and was kneading her fleshy ass c
heeks with both hands. Seeing her boobs free, Ritesh jumped on them like a hungr
y lion. He grabbed both boobs and gave them tight squeezes and then started kiss
ing the nipples making Bhabie writhe on the floor in excitement, though it was v
ery, very short-lived as the pain she was experiencing overshadowed everything.
Sunita Bhabie: I b-e-g of you . Ooooooooooo! Please leave me. I am having a lot o
f pain Uuuuuuuuu
. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa .
Bhabie for the first time was crying now and I could well realize she was having
a lot of pain in her asshole and choot. Consecutive fucks must have given her g
reat pleasure, but since her discharge was very minimal, she must have undergone
a lot of pain in her choot especially taking that man s big lund and now consecut
ive attacks on her gaand had brought tears in her eyes.
Ritesh: Hey you! Do it slowly!
Some good sense still prevailed in Ritesh as he warned that low class man, but h
e seemed to be in the mood of tearing Bhabie s asshole the way he was thrashing he
r gaand.
Sunita Bhabie: Aaaaaaaaaa Uuuuuuuuu . Ooooooooooooh! P-l-e-a-s-e .. I will die if thi
s continues R-i-t-e-s-h sa-v-e m-e .
Ritesh: I can ask him to stop, but on one condition Bhabie.
Ritesh indicated to the rickshaw-puller and he momentarily stopped his rhythmic
action. Sunita Bhabie: Uuuuuuuuu . Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh
Ritesh: You have to allow me to fuck you when we are back from this vacation. Su
nita Bhabie: Uuuu but but my husband will be there!
Ritesh: So what?
Sunita Bhabie: What do you mean? Uuuuuooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii . Uff!
Ritesh: That s your headache Sali You will send him out of the house while I will r
aise your sari. Got it? Sunita Bhabie was unable to reply anything to this indec
ent proposal.
Ritesh: Otherwise you will come down to my place in the evening when I am back f
rom office and spend the evening with me. Do you agree or not?
Sunita Bhabie: O

okay. But please leave me now. Aaaah!

Ritesh: Okay. Leave that randi she had enough for a day!
Ritesh handed over the lungi of that rickshaw-puller to Bhabie. Ritesh: Clean yo
urself with that.
He got up and got into his shorts and the rickshaw-puller also was up from his s
eated position. He was still standing stark naked. After Bhabie was complete wit
h her wiping on her gaand and choot, she handed over the lungi to that man who t
ook it with a smiling face. Sunita Bhabie was still sitting on the floor fully n
aked and now she was trying to get up with Ritesh s help. I saw the rickshaw-pulle
r took the crushed leaves and mixed his saliva in it.
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, before you stand, please lift your gaand once! Since you
did not produce the breast milk, I had to use saliva to make the paste. He he..
.
Sunita Bhabie: Aaaah! Ohhhh! I can t

let me stand.

Bhabie stood with Ritesh s help and the rickshaw-puller sat behind him with his fa

ce at sniffing distance from

Bhabie s naked haunches. He applied the paste on her ass on the cut mark created b
y the crab and also on her foot. Finally as he ascended from his crouching posit
ion, he slapped Bhabie's gaand once.
Rickshaw-puller: Perfect Madam! Don t worry about the wound now, should be dry in
a couple of days.
Now that everything was almost over, I wondered these males might search for me
and I realized that I needed to make my entry back to the temple. I quickly got
out of my hidden place and walked briskly to the temple door.
Strikingly the place was still desolate though I could figure out a couple of fo
reigners bathing in the sea at a
distance. I waited for a while and got back into the temple and pretended to be
very concerned about the injury Bhabie sustained from the crab-bite.
Me: Are you done? Did the antidote work?
I noticed the rickshaw-puller had worn his lungi by that time and Bhabie also wa
s able to wear her brassiere. I
noted that she trembled a bit realizing her almost naked state in front of me es
pecially in the presence of two
males. She tried her best to cover herself quickly, but Ritesh was still playing
shameless pranks with Bhabie.
Ritesh: Oho Bhabie! It s Anita only! She is no outsider. Take your time. Yes, Anit
a. It worked perfectly. Bhabie actually was trying to wrap her petticoat on her
waist, but Ritesh quickly picked that up.
Ritesh: Ishh! It s still wet! Hey you get it dried in the air.
Bhabie was a bit confused what to do and stood with her blouse in her hand. Her
legs and thighs remained bare and her naked choot was still glistening even afte
r wiping!
Me: Bhabie, are you feeling okay now?
Sunita Bhabie: Y

yes. But the pain is still

Ufffff!

Bhabie replied as she wore her blouse. She was simply looking awesome standing i
n that room just clad in her blouse
and bra!
Sunita Bhabie: But I need to wear the sari ask him to give me the petticoat. Rites
h: Oho Bhabie! Wait a minute naaa he has gone out to dry it.
Sunita Bhabie did not argue and stood like that. Ritesh and myself were both loo
king at her exposed long hairy choot. She really looked ravishingly sexy like th
at!
Sunita Bhabie: Let me wear the sari and then will slid the petticoat underneath.
Ritesh: As you wish. But
nt to the sea!

but Bhabie

I thought you were wearing a panty when you we

I noticed Sunita Bhabie s face reddened; she was of course not expecting that sort
of an intimate question in my presence from Ritesh. I also was quite stimulated
inside seeing the whole hardcore action some moments ago and took this opportun
ity to add spice to the air.
Me: But Ritesh, how would you know that?
Ritesh: Arre Anita When I was holding Bhabie in water I could feel her panty insi
de the sari ha ha ha

Me: Bhabie . See this naughty boy!

Sunita Bhabie: Huh!
Ritesh: But where did that go? Me: Hmm

Bhabie?

Sunita Bhabie: I I .
Ritesh: Oho Bhabie Lets not hide from Anita! Me: Tell me naaa Ritesh
a

Tell me naaa

I pleased Ritesh as if it was the most important piece of information for me to

know. Sunita Bhabie s panty!
Ritesh: Actually Anita, you know what happened . Well, when we went into deep wate
rs, we were bathing and having a great time, I heard a mild shout from Bhabie
I looked at Sunita Bhabie once. Her face was a poster of annoyance. Naturally.
Ritesh: Initially I could not understand a thing and then when waters receded a
bit Bhabie said there is something inside her panty!
Me: What?
Ritesh: A small fish somehow got inside Bhabie s panty due to the water spurting a
t that spot! Me: My god!
Ritesh: What a place the fish had chosen. Ha ha ha .
Me: Then?
Ritesh: Bhabie was so scared that she was only jumping in water and was unable t
o check the fish out there. So I had to do the noble duty!
Ritesh smiled wickedly at Bhabie.
Ritesh: I lifted her sari and petticoat and tried to get the fish out of her pan
ty, but the water was so forceful that ultimately I had to pull down Bhabie s pant
y to get the fish out.
Me: Oho
Ritesh: Then actually we were almost washed out in a wave and her panty slipped
from my hand in the water. Me: Bhabie, did you not search for that?
Sunita Bhabie: I I mean no actually I could not see it any more in the water. Rite
sh: A fish must have swallowed it such good taste . Ha ha ha .
In the meantime, the rickshaw-puller was back with the petticoat.
Me: Shall I help you Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: Please
I helped her wear the sari and she looked decent after a very long time. Bhabie wa
s experiencing a good amount of
pain as she walked and was unable to take steps properly. Though she explained t
o me that it was due to the crabbite, but I knew it was the effect of the bulldozer double fucks she had with Ri
tesh and the rickshaw-puller.
Nothing much happened thereafter as we started our journey back to home from Wal
tair that very evening.
Neither Manohar Uncle nor Rajesh was unable to get the least hint of what happen
ed during our morning bath.
Coming back to where I was presently, I felt like standing almost in a similar s
ituation - the only changes being
Sunita Bhabie was replaced by me and Ritesh was replaced by Guru-ji! The bathtub

was a closed area and standing there with a male with milk covering the floor o
f the tub was making me rather uneasy, probably more so because the thoughts of
Bhabie and Ritesh were still playing vividly on my mind.
I looked at Guru-ji. He was the same calm towering personality with his huge sta
ture depicting as if eternal
serenity. Since I had spent significant time with him, though the fear in me was
gone, but still I always remained coiled in a shell in front of him.
Guru-ji: Close your eyes Beti and pray to Linga Maharaj so that your snan is succe
ssful and you are absolutely pure before the Yoni Puja . .
Me: Ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Also close your eyes and do not open them till this milk covers you til
l your thighs . till this area you
know .
Saying that he gently touched my naked smooth right thigh pointing a spot. His f
ingers were warm and unknowingly
my whole body trembled for a second. Guru-ji prolonged his touch on my bare thig
h as he gave some additional
direction.
Guru-ji: Anita, this time keep your hands above your head for the prayer Me: O oka
y Guru-ji.
He removed his hand off my naked leg and I followed in toto. I closed my eyes an
d folded my arms and raised them
above my head. I could realize my strapless bra getting tighter on my globes ins
ide my choli giving me a giggly
feeling. The water level was also rising now covering half of my legs. With my e
yes closed, I could sense Guru-ji
getting to my backside and a mild brush of his hand on my skirt-covered hips con
firmed that. I could hear Guru-ji
chanting some Sanskrit mantras right behind me while I continued to pray to Ling
a Maharaj regarding my purity
through this bath.
Within a minute I could feel that the milk level was crossing my knees and my th
ighs were getting soaked. I was
getting very conscious as the level was rising and approaching that area. Since
my thighs always remain covered by the sari, I was having an eerie feel as I fel
t milk was gushing up in that part of my body. I waited patiently to open my eye
s till the milk reached the spot, which Guru-ji had indicated on my thigh.
Guru-ji: Has it reached the spot that I
Me: Yes, Guru-ji. IO was about to tell you.
He looked at my naked legs half covered now with milk.
Guru-ji: Great!
He indicated through his hand to Sanjeev to stop the milk flow into the tub and
Sanjeev also readily stopped the
motor.
Guru-ji: Anita, now that you are bearing Chandrama s sacred power in your body par
ts encased in those tags, you must cleanse your body for the ultimate goal. I wi
ll act as the medium to help you in this purification process, as you have seen
in my other approaches also.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: I will chant this mantra and you also need to chant this simultaneously
with me throughout the cleansing process. Okay?

I nodded in agreement.
Guru-ji: Before going into the mantra, let me warn you that you are not allowed
to speak anything in between till
the Doodh Sarovar Snan is over. As the medium I will help you to get purified. I
will also help you gain full strength and potential in all your sex organs that
you have attained through Chandrama by releasing the tags.
I was till such time looking at his eyes while he was talking to me, but now lis
tening to the last few words
automatically my eyes got lowered in natural shame. Several questions started to
cripple my mind, as the tags were located on my thighs and navel, boobs and but
tocks, and one was there on my pussy!
-How will Guru-ji take off the tags?
-Will he insert his hand inside my blouse to get the tags off my nipples?!?
-Will Guru-ji lift my skirt from the backside to get the tags off my ass cheeks?
!?
-Will Guru-ji pull down my panty and see my pussy to get the tag out of it?!?
I got a spin in my head. I looked helplessly and blankly at this Godman. Guru-ji
looked composed as ever. Guru-ji: I know Anita what s going on in your mind!
Me: No err I mean
I quickly lowered my face again to hide my shame. My face was all red and I blus
hed feverishly. Guru-ji: I know Beti its natural. You being a female and more so
a married lady.
Me: Err actually yes Gu Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: What did I say Anita? I will help you
I never said I will take off the tag
s from your body, but as a
medium my effort will be restricted in aiding you accomplishing the full potency
for Yoni Puja . Don t worry about
that at all; I will explain from time to time what to do; you just concentrate o
n the mantra that I give you now.
Me: Ye

yes Guru-ji.

I was feeling much relieved hearing that and I noticed he indicated Sanjeev to r
estart the motor and within
seconds milk started to flow inside the tub again. I noted that this time the ri
pples were quite forceful inside the
tub and I had some difficulty to maintain my balance as the milk kept gushing ou
t in full flow into the bathtub.
Me: Ouch! Uuuuu .
That reaction came out naturally off my mouth as milk had already entered inside
my skirt!
Me: Err sorry Guru-ji!
Guru-ji: What happened Beti?
It was rather difficult for me to explain why I exclaimed. I wondered what to sa
y. Guru-ji: What happened?
As he repeated his question, I had to reply something. More so, as he asks with
such authority that there is hardly a way to avoid him.
Me: Actually
ooo

actually the level had risen quite significantly err... that s why

Aaao

I could not hide my expressions as the gushing milk soaked my panty completely a
nd I felt the lukewarm milk covering my pussy and ass.
Guru-ji: What happened now?
He was smiling and I knew that I was caught. The milk level was gradually approa
ching my waist now! Guru-ji: So you got scared feeling the milk below your skirt
? Ha ha ha
Guru-ji s laugh reverberated in the small tub and I nodded shyly not raising my he
ad in shame.
Guru-ji indicated Sanjeev to stop the motor. It was a rather tricky situation fo
r me as the fluid level was covering me halfway about my ass - half of my buttoc
ks were above the milk in the tub. Moreover, as I was wearing a very short skirt
, I found myself in a fiddly state. Due to the ripples inside the tub, naturally
my miniskirt started to float making my butt cheeks and frontals exposed time a
nd again. I tried to keep the skirt intact on my legs with my hands, but failed
to do so properly. I looked outside for a second and noted that both Sanjeev and
Uday were enjoying the scene with my skirt floating in water exposing my panty.
Guru-ji: Beti, I am starting the mantra! Please concentrate here. I will give yo
u instructions in between, but as I
warned you earlier, do not speak anything other than the mantra, no questions, n
othing; otherwise you will face the wrath of Chandrama! Okay?
Guru-ji: Jia Linga Maharaj!
Instantly I was fully alert to grasp the mantra with my hands folded in front of
my bosom. I closed and my eyes and tried to concentrate ignoring about my skirt
. Guru-ji began to chant the mantra standing behind me.
Guru-ji: Om Mani Padme Hum

Om Mani Padme Hum Om Mani Padme Hum

I repeated.
Me: Om Mani Padme Hum Om Mani Padme Hum Om Mani Padme Hum Guru-ji: Anita, you just
stick to this mantra
Saying that he continued to chant other mantras loudly and his voice resounded o
n the tub walls building up a
meditation ambiance. I did not know how the milk inside the tub was constantly u
ndulating, which was giving me
some imbalance. I somehow kept my mind focussed on the mantra and paid no attent
ion to my skirt condition as it was floating very awkwardly exposing my panty-co
vered big ass. The hymning of the mantra went on for a couple of minutes after w
hich Guru-ji talked, but I continued on repeating the mantra.
Guru-ji: Beti, you just carry on with the mantra and don t stop. Now to empower yo
urself with the fullest celestial power, you need to transfer the tags off your
body to your medium.
Guru-ji looked at my almond eyes and paused for a second.
Guru-ji: Beti, let me explain so that it s easier for you to grasp. Do not think t
hose tags as just pieces of papers they are divine and specially mantra-chanted and worked upon with through yagya.
Now that you have Chandrama s power, you need to transfer those tags to your medi
um and in turn the medium will dedicate them to Linga Maharaj. Remember, each ta
g change has to undergo within the purifying medium.
Guru-ji held my shoulders from behind very casually while talking.

Guru-ji: I am your medium and hence you need to transfer them to me. Your mind s
hould only concentrate on the mantra while your body will follow my instructions
. Just relax and do as I say. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Me: Om Mani Padme Hum

Om Mani Padme Hum

Om Mani Padme Hum

Guru-ji: Since your legs are fully covered with water, I shall start with your t
high-tags. You take off the tag off your skin, turn towards me and put it on my
thigh. One tag at a time. Okay? I will guide you to paste it on the right place.
Jai Linga Maharaj!
I extended my hands down to peel off my thigh-tag and as I did that naturally my
gaand protruded out and Gosh! Guru-ji was standing right behind me and I clearl
y felt a hard rod on my smooth rear globe, which was nothing but Guru-ji s erect l
und inside his dhoti! I quickly tried to reposition, but I could feel a clear th
ump on my butts, as Guru-ji s lund poked my buttocks!
Guru-ji: Oh! It s very difficult to stand still here. Anyway, have you picked it u
p Beti?
I turned towards Guru-ji with the tag in my hand. He held my hand and guided me
towards his left thigh. Our hands were under the milk and his grip was so firm o
n my hand. He raised his dhoti almost to his waist and steered my hand on his th
igh. I felt his warm hairy thigh. I was waiting for him to say to stick the tag
there, but to my utter disbelief he made me feel his thigh with my hand! What wa
s he doing? If this is what I have to do on his thigh,
what about my pussy tag! Oh my God!
Guru-ji: Beti, please don t mind as I need to pick the right spot before I ask you
to paste the tag. Yeh! Here paste it here.
I pasted the tag and was relieved. Same thing happened while sticking my right t
high-tag onto his body. I felt so embarrassed as he made me feel his entire nake
d right thigh!
Guru-ji: Om Mani Padme Hum Jai Linga Maharaj!
Me: Om Mani Padme Hum Om Mani Padme Hum Om Mani Padme Hum
I was relentlessly chanting the mantra that he had given me.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev start the motor Now, Beti, the tags on your hips.
Milk again started pouring into the bathtub in full flow through the pipeline. I
swallowed a breath, as I knew it would be highly discomfiting.
Guru-ji: We will wait just a minute before the milk entirely covers your
I was so thankful to him that he did not use the word gaand . While transferring th
e thigh-tags I had faced Guruji and I was still standing like that with my big boobs looking like two searchl
ights pointing towards this Godman.
Guru-ji now held my shoulders and back and made me turn away from him. He was st
anding very close to me and my
whole body brushed his tall 6 stature. My whole body trembled as the milk level h
ad risen almost to my navel now.
Guru-ji: Now, it s okay. Take off the tags, one by one.
I took my hand to my back. Thank God! The lower part of my body was under the fl
uid level, which in fact made me much less shy to complete this act. My small sk
irt had already coiled up near my waist and my whole ass and my pussy were total
ly exposed under the milk except for my tiny soaked panty. Guru-ji must have bee
n watching me as I guided my hand on my ass, as he was right behind me. How very
shameful! I quickly inserted my fingers inside my panty and took out the tag an

d turned to face him.

Guru-ji: Good!
Saying that he grabbed my hand and guided it towards his buttocks! Since I had t
o reach Guru-ji s hip region, I had to virtually compromise to a hugging posture a
nd my big, tight breasts naturally got pressed on his body. I tried to maintain
a decent posture, but the ripples created inside the tub due to the milk gushing
in and Guru-ji holding my hand made me lopsided and my entire body weight was o
n his body, not to mention that my round sizable boobs
pressed and rubbed on his chest for a few seconds.
Guru-ji: Beti, just a second, till I get the right spot.
He made my hand go inside his dhoti and traveled on his naked gaand. I closed my
eyes as I was chattering the
mantra and felt incredibly shy. He was an elderly man, almost like my father, an
d my fingers were traversing on his naked hips - I couldn t believe that I was doi
ng such a brazen thing!
Guru-ji: Now the other one Beti
Milk had now covered me almost till my breasts and I was really finding it diffi
cult to stand properly and what happened in the next couple of minutes turned my
face literally red till my ears!
I quickly got out the other tag from my bottoms and as Guru-ji held my hand with
his right hand and dragged me
gently towards him, I lost my balance and almost slipped. Guru-ji held me in the
nick of time and embraced me with
his left hand. I also grabbed his waist for support and in the process I was so
close to him that my both boobs got
fully pressed on his body. I did not know how I was still babbling on the mantra
as I clearly felt that he dragged me
more close to his body so that my rubber-tight mammaries kept tightly pressed on
his chest. He guided my hand
towards his hips and my face buried in his shoulder/upper chest due to the fluid
pressure inside this smallish tub.
Guru-ji: Let me hold your waist, otherwise you might slip
He was making my hand feel every bit of his naked ass cheek and I even felt for
a second his ass crack! His right hand was holding on to my hand while his left
hand, which was initially on my back, now slid straight onto my
buttocks. I did not know in which dictionary the area he was holding to is called
aist !
My skirt was already up and floating in the milk around my waist and Guru-ji dir
ectly touched me on my ass. I could feel his fingers feeling and tracing my wet
panty and then placed his full palm on my wide right ass cheek! His right hand w
as guiding my hand over his own gaand and his left hand was feeling the tightnes
s of my gaand!
I gasped for air as I still continued with the mantra. His body had a very stran
ge aroma, which was making me
weaker and as a result my firm and upturned tits were getting pushed more onto h
is chest. I could feel my nipples growing hard within my soaked blouse.
Guru-ji: Okay, paste it here.

At last he ordered and I was able to somewhat ease out.

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Sanjeev, stop the flow.
Now I was standing in the tub with milk rippling near bust line. My blouse was c
ompletely soaked along with my
strapless bra inside. Thank God! The tow males outside could not see me in this
state as milk was comfortably
covering me.
Guru-ji: Now your breast-tags Beti.
I inserted my fingers within my blouse in front of Guru-ji as I prattled the man
tra. It was a rather difficult task though I managed to get the tags off my nipp
les in the sexiest way possible with Guru-ji watching me constantly. I was still
unable to stand properly on the tub floor as the ripples were continuously crea
ted within it. Guru-ji held me by my waist with one hand while his other hand gu
ided me to stick the tags on his nipples.
Guru-ji: Now the last one

the most important one also!

He indicated my pussy-tag and instantly my face was red in natural shame. My thr
oat was getting drier, not only for constantly gibbering this mantra, but also i
n anxiousness. I took both my hands to my panty and stretching the
waistband of my panty with one hand I inserted my other hand inside it and took
out the tag.
Guru-ji: Hmm

Sanjeev start the motor.

I was rather shocked to hear this command from Guru-ji because already the milk
level was significantly high
covering till my bosom and if further fluid gets in I will be submerged! But the
re was no way that I could question him due to his prior warning. This time I no
ticed that the milk was filling the tub in double volume and within the wink of
an eye, my shoulders were almost covered. Guru-ji being a tall man was still com
fortably standing.
What happened in the next few minutes was no less than what I saw of Sunita Bhab
ie while bathing in the Waltair
sea!
Guru-ji: Give your hand Anita.
As the milk was still rising and the ripples created thus were more forceful I h
ad to take help of Guru-ji to stand properly. I myself held his body and stood v
ery close to him. He held my right hand, which was holding my pussytag, and took
it down towards his crotch! With his other hand he embraced me and this time th
e embrace was so natural and compelling that I could not but accept it. I touche
d his lund, yes, his naked lund, which was dangling in milk outside his dhoti, a
nd he made me feel the whole length of huge thick cock. He had embraced me tight
ly now to his body and my boobs were pressing fully on his flat chest. Automatic
ally my body also bent towards him though I had closed my eyes in shame, excitem
ent, and anxiousness.
Guru-ji was making me feel every inch of his naked lund inside the milk cover an
d honestly I really enjoyed touching such a well-nourished cock! I was much asto
nished to see the stiffness of his cock considering his elderly age. It was very
firm and upright and its length would more than impress any married woman.
Ignoring his guidance I myself gripped Guru-ji s khada lund it in my own way to feel
it completely. Naturally I was
pressing more onto his body and Guru-ji was an experienced man and realizing tha
t I had somewhat succumbed to

this action, he quickly changed his posture. Guru-ji stepped back one step and l
eant onto the bathtub wall and
gently pulled me towards him. I was more than eager to get close to him and his
right hand steered me again on his
thick erect cock, but his left hand was no longer on my back, but he placed it t
o my right side just below my
ribcage!
Guru-ji was virtually making me stroke his cock and as soon as I embraced him ti
ghtly with my free hand in
excitement, I felt his hand, which was just below my ribcage now progressing tow
ards my twin globes. Though he
behaved as if he was trying to provide me support by holding me, but within seco
nds I felt his palm on my right breast. Guru-ji practically was supporting my be
nt body by grabbing my mammary!
The minute I felt a grab on my breast, automatically my grip on his lund tighten
ed and my pussy was getting wet also. I was trembling in excitement though I sti
ll was whispering the mantra! Guru-ji now pushed my hand down to his balls and I
went completely out of my head and started caressing his balls! My face was bur
ied on his upper
chest and I was rubbing my wet lips there. Guru-ji could well realize that I was
pretty much excited sexually and he was taking control on me.
Everything was going on in that milky environment with Sanjeev and Uday watching u
s from outside! Guru-ji: Anita Beti Hey, Anita! Paste that tag on my lund . here!
I was as if hypnotized and followed his instruction, but still was holding onto
his proud masculinity. I saw him raise
his hand once above his head and suddenly there was an eerie sound! I looked up
in astonishment, but Guru-ji
calmed me.
Guru-ji: Don t worry about that Anita, just continue with the mantra in your mind.
It must not stop at any cost. This
is a test for you. If you stop, the vengeance of Chandrama will be on you then a
nd you will not be able to achieve
your goal.
Hearing that I tried to recompose myself, but I was so very excited inside that
I was longing for more.
Interestingly, as Guru-ji spoke his left hand was still feeling my boob flesh an
d his long stiff dick was almost poking my crotch!
I could realize that milk had stopped gushing into the tub now, but surely somet
hing was getting in as the milk
inside the tub started to turmoil. As I result, I was submerged till my neck and
had Guru-ji not been holding me, I
surely would have slipped in this fluid undulation. I did not know what was happ
ening, but the milk got very much
turbulent inside the tub with that eerie noise and I had a rather tough time to
keep my head above the milk. I
started nodding my head violently indicating it was impossible to continue like
that with milk entering my nose,
mouth, and ears.
Guru-ji: Om Mani Padme Hum
with the mantra.

I will take care of you Beti so that you can continue

Then what Guru-ji did was so unexpected and awkward that I was left speechless a
nd astounded. Guru-ji being a tall man was not having any trouble with the milk
gushing up and he just effortlessly lifted me up so that I do not feel milk on m
y face!

Guru-ji: Beti, don t feel ashamed. I am your medium and I must ensure that you com
plete each step of this Doodh Sarovar Snan successfully. You navel tag is still le
ft and then to complete your purification you need to dip six times in his holy
milk. Jai Linga Maharaj!
It was a bit too much of a compromising situation for me. I was practically sitt
ing on his hands in my lifted posture
and my legs were encircling his waist. I was very much aware that my miniskirt w
as virtually nonexistent now and
Guru-ji was directly feeling my wet panty-covered ass flesh on his muscular arms
. His face was inches away from
my toppling breasts and my choli being fully wet had slid down considerably and
I was displaying almost down to my
nipples shamelessly.
Guru-ji: Peel off the tag from your navel and paste it on mine.
I followed his instruction while being in my lifted position. It felt so awkward
to be like that hanging in the lap of
an elderly person, myself being a matured married woman. I did stick to my task
of whispering the mantra in my
mind, but was definitely getting weak by the minute. Though I knew I should not
think in this way, but surely Guruji must have been enjoying every bit of it lifting up a plump woman like me that
too in complete wet condition.
Afterall he was also a human! I looked down at his face to see his reaction, but
he was as calm and composed as
ever!
Guru-ji: Anita, now the last part. The final purification. Don t worry about this
turmoil in the milk, I am here and I will help you to take the dips so that your
snan is perfect and complete.
I was much relieved as Guru-ji dropped me partially off his arms towards the flo
or, but did not release me fully of his embrace and now just my head and neck we
re out of the milk. My legs did hang in the air (actually in the milk), as he gr
ipped me close to his body, but unfortunately my condition was more miserable, a
s Guru-ji was in fact
hugging me by grabbing my ass with his hands and holding me so that I remain in
a somewhat raised condition too! I was very much aware of his fingers digging in
to my panty and tight ass flesh. I had to hold his shoulders to keep balance and
now my tits were constantly brushing his face.
Guru-ji: Do continue the mantra Beti
My mind was going very wayward in this erotic posture. Guru-ji dipped my head ge
ntly into the milk while I was in
that embraced state. I could feel Guru-ji palms gripping my buttocks very firmly
and simultaneously he was making
me press my boobs more onto his flat chest as I took the first dip. His face was
almost touching my face and I was
unable to control myself anymore. My heart was beating like a drum as I was gett
ing a full frontal hug from Guru-ji
as I completed the first dip. My whole body from head to toes was now wet with m
ilk. The whole setting was so
sensuous and provoking that my mind simply stopped working. Honestly, till such
time I was responding to Guru-ji s
touches, but in a somewhat controlled manner, but this time I shed all of my sel
f-consciousness and hugged Guru-ji
equally tight. It was as if I was hugging my husband and I closed my eyes to tak
e the full masti out of this Doodh

Sarovar snan !
Guru-ji being an experienced campaigner easily realized my sexually charged up c
ondition; instead of coiling up
within myself due to such lewd closeness to an unknown adult male, I was actuall
y exhibiting clear predilection to
this action! Any other male would surely end up fucking me in that milk tub, but
Guru-ji was truly a man made of
different steel! If any other normal man would get a fully developed woman, more
over married, wearing this sort of
a tiny skirt and choli, fully submerged in milk, what would he wait for? One del
icate snatch would tear off my choli
- it was so sopping wet and my skirt had been floating around my waist for a lon
g time now - so there was
practically no cover underneath also on my starving choot except for my near non
existent wet panty!
Guru-ji s face surprisingly was portraying the same embodiment of calmness and pat
ience though his hands were
taking full measures of my big round gaand. He could have easily slipped his fin
gers inside my panty or in fact pull it down as well since I had completely surr
endered to him. I was already much enthralled feeling his cock s strength and thic
kness and now when I was intimately hugged by him for dipping my head into the m
ilk, I felt like as if he was my dream man of whom I used to fantasize before my
marriage! His big statue, well built body, his arm
strength, his broad hairy chest, his firm grips, his body odor, everything seeme
d s-o-o-o inviting. Moreover, this locale was so inciting and rousing that I was
bound to think in that way only!
Guru-ji completed the six dips that I needed for my purification and all along I
remained glued to his manly body. He must have enjoyed the weight of my heavy b
reasts on his chest throughout and honestly during the last two dips I was so st
imulated that I was licking and biting his neck and shoulder as I felt his cock
pressing on my panty when he was dipping my head in the milk.
Finally Guru-ji broke the silence. I did not notice that the eerie noise had sto
pped and the milk also had ceased to be turbulent any more. He now descended me
to the bathtub floor, but I had to raise my neck so that my mouth remained above
the milk.
Guru-ji: Well done Anita! You have successfully completed the snan. You can stop
the mantra now. Jai Chandrama! Jai Linga Maharaj! Jai ho!
I was in no position to stand properly as my whole body was too much sexually st
imulated. I could clearly feel drops
of honey leaking out of my pussy and it itched vigorously to get inside a manly
tool. I somehow managed to hold
Guru-ji s hands and stand properly. As I breathed heavy, I tried to reorganize mys
elf, but my body seemed not in my control any more! I already got almost mad by
his touches on my intimate body parts and naturally now the urge was clearly fro
m my side to get physical.
Guru-ji: Anita

Beti, do you feel better like this?

Guru-ji did not even complete the sentence as I realized Guru-ji s stout hands cam
e up to my breasts and directly grabbed them inside the milk cover! I was natura
lly overjoyed by this action in my already stimulated state and embraced him shy
ly. Guru-ji felt my boobs unhindered from the front with his hands and massaged
them copiously. Then he pulled me close to his body and hugged me. He embraced m
e with one hand and his other hand went inside my skirt straightaway. My face tu
rned red as he touched my panty front directly on my c-h-o-o-t! I realized Guruj
i was inserting his finger inside my pussy through my panty! I did not know how

to react but was thrilled so much by the whole action that my whole body was cov
ered with goosebump.
Guru-ji: Anita, surely this will make you feel better.
Saying that Guru-ji started finger fucking me and as if my pussy s floodgate was o
pen! My whole body jerked and I embraced Guru-ji very tightly. My big juicy boob
s were pressing very tightly on his chest as I embraced him.
Me: Uuuuuuuuuu Ooooooooo . Oiiiiiiiiiiiii . Maaaaaaaaaaaa . Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
This went on for a few seconds till I started discharging. I continue to tremble
in excitement though Guru-ji looked rock solid.
Guru-ji: Anita Anita Calm down. Behave yourself!
Me: I can t Guru-ji

I can t. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu . I want to .

Guru-ji: Anita, you are on a holy mission. Do not spoil it by your emotions. Oka
y, if you feel comfortable this way, let me do it a little longer.
He fucked my choot with his finger feeling my vaginal walls and simultaneously s
upporting me with his other hand scanning my whole back and time and again sturd
ily cupping my butt cheeks over my panty. I was moaning and desperately biting h
is broad shoulder and scratching his whole naked back with my fingers.
Guru-ji: Beti! Pacify Pacify yourself!
Guru-ji stopped his finger fucking after a minute and I continued to writhe in h
is arms. He waited for another minute probably and also gave me some time to enj
oy the togetherness.
Guru-ji: Anita, don t forget, you have come here for a purpose.
Me: Uhh . Uiiiiiii Ummmmm! I can t control myself Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Okay, I will let you a few more minutes till you complete an orgasm.
Saying that he somewhat forcefully detached himself from my body though I was tr
ying my best to cling to him.
Surprisingly he behaved in a very calm and composed manner though I could feel h
e had a fully erect dick under his dhoti getting intimate touches of my matured
female body. Guru-ji positioned himself slightly differently so that I was not d
irectly in front of him, but to his side. I closed my eyes as I was feeling hot
juice was coming out of my choot and I was literally shaking in extreme exhilara
tion.
Just then I felt Guru-ji s palms on my mammaries and he openly and very directly s
tarted massaging my tight round
tits effortlessly over my blouse.
Guru-ji: Beti, I know its very difficult for any woman to ignore her sexual feel
ings at this stage, but you have to do
that.
While talking to me Guru-ji with his hands was thoroughly feeling my firm globes
, which were now almost fully out of my scanty choli. I could feel his fingers c
rawling on every inch of my big breasts.
Guru-ji: Hold me tight, but Anita also try to have control on your mind. Okay?
I was in fact for the first time trying to control myself now after I have had s

ome adequate discharge. I was trying to think of Rajesh, but frankly my husband
was getting overshadowed in my mind by Guru-ji s very lively physical presence.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev Sanjeev, we are almost done.
When he called Sanjeev even, he was still pressing and cupping my boobs and as m
y boobs again got directly
pressed like that, my eyes automatically got closed in contentment and I began t
o take heavier breaths while I pushed my mammaries shamelessly more into his pal
ms.
Me: Ouuuuuuu .Eiiiiiiiiiiiii ..
I was shocked to see what Guru-ji was up to! On one hand he was calling his disc
iple and now had almost inserted
his hand inside my blouse. Being a tall man that he was easy, it was quite easy
for him to push his hand through into my creamy flesh from a higher angle. Now h
e was eager feeling my upper breast area and the bulge my boobs were creating du
e to the presence of my bra. He traced my cleavage with one hand and also felt m
y cheeks! I was again staring to lose control at this sudden erotic behavior by
Guru-ji. What he was advising me moments ago and what he was doing now were tota
lly contradictory!
I again tried to embrace him and was feverishly biting his chest and shoulder ar
ea and rubbing my face on his hairy chest. I could hear Sanjeev knocking at the
bathtub door though I was in no position to face him.
Guru-ji: Wait a minute Sanjeev.
He said loudly and then lowered his voice and whispered in my ears.
Guru-ji: Beti . Anita! Now that you are absolutely purified, our duty becomes to t
hank Chandrama and Linga
Maharaj.
Me: Guru-ji I
My condition was pathetic. I tried my best to reorganize myself.
Guru-ji: See, this water will take off all the stickiness of milk from our bodie
s.
I opened my eyes and was surprised that there was virtually no milk any more wit
hin the tub and clear water had
replaced it! I was so engrossed in my encounter with Guru-ji that I did not real
ize it at all! Clear water was gushing in through another slit and in no time I
was cleaned of milk and the stickiness!
Guru-ji: You just stay still and do as I direct.
Guru-ji went to my backside and then made me fold my arms in front of my bosom w
hile he immediately poked his
enormous manhood into my firm round ass. He pressed me from behind in such a way
that my full gaand pressed on
his crotch and his face was touching my face and shoulder. He positioned his arm
s in the form of prayer below my
hands and placed his arms skillfully through my armpits. It was an awful posture
and of course very much compromising for any woman, but at that moment I was to
o much euphoric to think about those!

Though Guru-ji murmured some mantra, I was only interested in his hands, which e
xpectedly came over my fully
developed mammaries and pressed them adequately from the sides with a simultaneo
us poke on my large gaand with his khada lund . Slowly I felt his fingers crawling
off my hands, which were held in the form for a prayer and were retracting to re
st on my boobs! As Guru-ji was embracing me from my back and his arms were passi
ng below my
armpits, he was of course in a very advantageous position to exploit me more. As
he whispered the mantra, I felt he was again cupping my boobs and nudging my ta
ut flesh with both hands. Till such time I was trying to hide my emotions, but t
his time I was knocked out.
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Orrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Uiiiiiiiiiiiii
iiiiiiiiii Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
I had to push my arms a bit, as I felt Guru-ji trying to move up my boobs and I
realized he had plans to insert his fingers once again into my choli! My wet cho
li and bra were virtually nonexistent and within the wink of an eye Guru-ji s fing
ers could explore directly to my nipples! For the first time Guru-ji skin-touche
d my nipples inside by blouse and my condition was just Oooooh Laaaa laaaa!
Automatically I was pretty much charged up and was protruding my large enough as
s hard on his erect dick. I could feel some little humps also from Guru-ji to ma
ke things more exciting for me! He held both my nipples and twisted and pinched
them gently, which made me go absolutely wild. I could feel Guru-ji was pushing
more of his palms into my choli and I doubted his hand pressure would tore off m
y choli! I could clearly realize that he was pushing up my wet bra off my boobs
to feel my naked doodh in a better way.
My eyes were closed; my nipples rock hard; my pussy was leaking like anything an
d my whole body was jerking in
sexual jubilation. It seemed I was in a dream state being thoroughly groped and
felt by Guru-ji in this special
bathtub when suddenly there was an interruption! I heard Sanjeev calling loudly
and trying to say something to
Guru-ji!
Oh no! What a reckless end to this wonderful buildup!
Guru-ji quickly got out his hands off my choli and looked outside. I also was so
mewhat alerted though still in a
comma-state . I noticed that the tub was now completely empty! No water! No milk! I
did not even notice when the water was driven out of it! My whole body was expe
ctedly sopping wet and naturally my wet clothes were just not enough to salvage
my dignity.
Guru-ji: Yes yes, what s it Sanjeev?
Sanjeev: Guru-ji, I notice clouds are covering up the moon. We will have difficu
lty then performing the Yoni Puja. Guru-ji: Oh no! I did not notice that. We mus
t hurry up! Thanks for making me aware.
How could he notice? He was so absorbed with my inviting 27-year-old jawani !
Guru-ji: Beti, you are half way through and we must have the moon at the end of
the yagya. But if rains come, things will be difficult for you only! So, let s hur
ry up and go for the Yoni Puja.
Honestly at that moment I was not at all in any frame of mind to think about the
moon or the Maha-yagya, but was only keen to get physical. But to my absolute a
mazement, Guru-ji was preparing to leave me and was about to get out of the bath
tub!
How can a normal man do this? I clearly felt his rock-hard lund on my body many
times during the snan and the way
he cupped and pressed my boobs clearly signified that he was also sexually stimu
lated! But But he just left me so

nonchalantly . knowing very well that I would not have objected even if he had str
iped and fucked me right inside the bathtub! Am I not attractive enough to gathe
r Guru-ji s full attention? My mind was wandering in blind lanes as I saw that six
feet tall structure getting out of the tub!
Me: Guru-ji p-l-e-a-s-e
I moaned softly; Guru-ji looked back once at my eyes and gave me a strong stare
with crooked eyebrows and got out of the tub.
I looked on as I noticed he said something to Uday and Sanjeev. They nodded. The
n Uday handed him over a fresh
dhoti and to my complete disbelief Guru-ji simply opened his wet dhoti in front
of us all to wear the dry one. I had
never seen a man changing his clothes like this! He was completely naked with hi
s thick lund hanging like a big ripe
banana in the air! Guru-ji stroked his naked erect cock with his right hand, loo
ked up at me once, and then wrapped
the dhoti quickly at his waist. He could have easily used a towel, but he did th
e whole thing so casually that it
seemed there was no one there!
Sanjeev: Madam, come down.
I was still visualizing Guru-ji s mega-size lund in my mind. Sanjeev: Madam, come
down.
Though I was fully steamed and geared up for a fuck and badly needed some tight
meat in my choot, I had to
respond to Sanjeev s call. I slowly stepped out of the tub. The grass was wet due
to the nighttime dewdrops. It felt so good under my bare feet. But suddenly as I
noticed the long hungry stares of both the males standing in front of me made m
e aware that I was heavily exposed in my scanty wet outfit.
When I glanced down I saw my strapless bra could be seen out of my choli as Guru
-ji had dislodged it while
caressing it and I had to shamelessly put it in place facing the two males. I so
mehow pushed my firm boobs into the
cups of the brassiere from outside and adjusted the choli to look decent to some
extent. I soon realized that my
wet skirt had coiled up over my buttocks and my panty was totally exposed from b
ehind! I briskly restored that to
cover my butts fully.
Uday: I will make a move Madam, as I need to get things arranged for your Yoni P
uja. Nirmal should be coming any moment to accompany you and Sanjeev.
Uday left the place and I stood alone with Sanjeev in the open. I noted that the
moon was hidden by thick black clouds. A rain was probably on the cards as a co
ld breeze was also blowing.
Sanjeev: Madam, will you change here or go to the room? Me: What?
Sanjeev: I mean
Nirmal: Madam, how are you? How was your snan Madam?
The one and only dwarf had arrived! And his unnecessary use of Madam before and afte
r every sentence he
spoke irritated me the most at that time. My boobs were rather taut under my wet
bra and blouse with my pussy
dripping adequately in my panty. I was in position to talk, especially to a matu
red male! I noticed he was ogling at my exposed body and seemed as if would eat
me up with his greedy eyes.

Me: Snan was o

okay. How are you?

Sanjeev: Madam, will you change here?

Sanjeev repeated his question. Me: Here in the open?!?
Sanjeev: Don t shy from us Madam. We are all disciples of Linga Maharaj now.
Me: But
Sanjeev: Did you not see Guru-ji change in front of us?
Me: Ye

yes, but . (How can I forget that? His Maha-lund! Ufff! Awesome meat!)

Nirmal: Most women after this snan change here only Madam because if you go the
room you will have to undergo certain rituals again.
Sanjeev: Nirmal is right Madam. The directive is to go to the Yoni Puja directly
from Doodh Sarovar Snan. If you go to a room for changing or for using convenie
nces, you will have to undergo the Sodhan Parva .
Honestly I was in no mood to undergo anything further and was least interested t
o know what that Sodhan Parva
was.
Me: No, no. I don t want to get into anything more right now. Sanjeev: Wise decisi
on Madam.
Nirmal: Madam, you should not stay any longer in these wet clothes; you better g
et out of them quickly. You are not accustomed to the village cold.
Sanjeev: Right. Right. Madam, take this towel and cover yourself and get rid of
your wet clothes. Me: But but I need to
Sanjeev: You want to go to toilet once right? Me: Yes, yes but how did
Sanjeev: How did I know? Madam, I have attended so many Doodh Sarovar snan sessi
ons ha ha ha I know very well what you women need after the snan.
He smiled wickedly looking at me and felt so very exposed in front of him.
Nirmal: Madam, first change your dress. Don t stand any more wearing those wet thi
ngs.
Nirmal seemed too much eager to see me change my dress in front of him. I looked
around timidly for a proper cover, but none was there.
Sanjeev: Madam, don t feel shy

I am telling you.

I thought it was useless to waste any more time on that and turned away from the
m and placed the towel on my
chest are and took my hands below it to unhook my blouse. Both males were standi
ng right behind me and they must have been feasting on my completely bare back a
s I got rid of my brassiere too.
I was wondering where to keep my wet bra and choli and Nirmal was ready to help!
Nirmal: Give those to me Madam.
As I handed over my wet upper garments to Nirmal he was very much aware that I w
as standing topless with just a
towel cover on my big tight boobs. Just then a mild breeze started to swipe and
my nipples got very much hardened
getting its feel. I was feeling so tight on my boobs that I took my hands once a
gain under the towel cover to
squeeze my assets once to breathe easy. Then I quickly dried off neck, shoulder,
and tits saving my dignity as much
as possible.

Sanjeev: Here is the fresh set Madam.

Saying that he handed me my brassiere. I took that without turning my body and q
uickly got into it and felt much comforted. Then as I just completed wearing my
choli, Nirmal was there with his trademark comment again!
Nirmal: Madam, you can turn towards us It is very odd to stand like this. He he .
I was so irritated as I was still trying hard to pull up the neck of the choli t
o cover my amply exhibited cleavage. Me: I am not done yet.
I said strongly as I pulled off the towel from my tits and wrapped it around my
waist. Nirmal: O okay Madam. As you wish.
Sanjeev: Madam, what to give first? The skirt or the panty?
The question was so offensive and spoken so reluctantly that my ears got red ins
tantly. I was also confused for the moment as I was not at all habituated wearin
g skirts.
Me: I mean the skirt of course no

err give my the pan

I mean

Sanjeev: Ha ha you seem o be confused Madam. Do one thing - open both your skirt
and panty and then wear one
by one.
Nirmal: Ha ha ha
My whole face turned red in shame and I felt so irritated and humiliated being a
married female standing like that in front of two adult males.
Me: Give the skirt
Sanjeev readily handed me the skirt and I opened the knot of my towel at my wais
t and unfastened the hook of my skirt and had to wriggle my ass significantly to
get it to my feet as it was sopping wet and sticking to my body. It must be a p
retty energetic show to those males as I waggled my big gaand under the towel to
drop down the skirt to my feet. I only knew how difficult it was to wear a pant
y while two men were breathing at my neck! I sighed a relief when I was fully dr
essed (fully!) and started wiping my thighs dry with the towel.
Nirmal and Sanjeev had come to the other side and now facing me.
Sanjeev: Now Madam, use this to wipe off your face, you will definitely feel bet
ter.
He handed me a scented handkerchief and as I mopped my face and hands, it felt v
ery refreshing. I needed to urinate and had to tell that to these males.
Me: Sanjeev, I need to.. err I mean go to the toilet
Sanjeev: You have to do it in the open as I said Madam . You can go to that corner
and do it. Nirmal: Don t worry Madam, we will stay here Ha ha ha
Sanjeev: He he he .
I did not know what made me smile and I did that very foolishly in front of the
two and I hurried away from the
spot as I was rather keenly interested to poke and scratch my vagina as it was i
tching to the limit! I was sure
Sanjeev and Nirmal were looking at my swaying round hips inside the miniskirt, w
hich must be looking rather sexy. I
casually dragged the hem of my skirt as I walked, but to no effect as the fabric

of the skirt was not stretchable

at all.
As I walked down to the corner I was thinking that this was the second time that
I had to sit in the open to
urinate in the last few days coming to the ashram and on both occasions someone
was inspecting me! I cannot think
of such instances in my life at the city/town. In general I try to avoid pissing
when I am out and if emergently
required I still try to avoid the ladies toilets available in the markets or pub
lic places because I feel very awkward
to piss in front of other girls even. The scene inside is also rather offending
as each one coming and pulling up their
saris shamelessly and sitting down emitting all sorts of hissing sounds. I feel
very shy and uncomfortable out there
in that setting. But this setting also, in the open, was equally offending, as I
had to void before male eyes!
But there was no way out and my whole body was almost aching now to piss. Walkin
g to the remotest corner
possible, I raised my skirt like a schoolgirl and dragged my panty down to my kn
ees and sat down on the grass. The hissing sound of my pissing was flouting the
silence of the night and I was sure Nirmal and Sanjeev was able to
hear my peeing - very, very clearly! I was feeling s-o-o-o-o-o-o, s-o-o-o-o-o-o
ashamed till the last drop trickled off and I raised my panty up again.
We proceeded now to the ashram building again and reached the Puja-ghar. The Puj
a-ghar was illuminated by a big yagya agni and much heat was also emitted by it. G
uru-ji was sitting right in front of that. His face and upper body glowed in the
orange-yellow light of the fire; he was chanting mantras and throwing flowers e
tc. into the fire, and his large body habitus honestly looked rather ominous in
that setting. I noticed that Uday and Rajkamal were already present in the pujaghar and now Nirmal and Sanjeev also joined with me.
Guru-ji: Welcome Anita! By the gace of Linga Maharaj and Chandrama you have reac
hed the pinnacle of your yatra in the ashram. Jai Linga Maharaj!
There were asana placed just beside where Guru-ji was sitting. He indicated to tak
e my seat there. All the other four males kept standing facing us. I sat on my k
nees so that I did not make an unnecessary upskirt show to the men who were stan
ding just opposite to me.
Guru-ji: Beti, I require paramount concentration from you in this session and yo
u have to be absolutely inhibitionfree while attending it, otherwise the whole e
ffort will go as a waste. Okay? And do respond from time to time so that I can u
nderstand you can grasp what I say. Okay?
Me: Ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: I will discuss the aspects of this Yoni Puja and will interact with you
as needed so that you can grasp the whole idea and every bit of the dialogue is
effective for your future pregnancy.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Fine. Let me proceed then. Jai Linga Maharaj!
I tried to concentrate hard on Guru-ji and in fact the milieu was such that my e
ntire focus was in fact on the
Godman!
Guru-ji: You know Anita, Yoni Puja has been practiced from long ago, mainly as a
part of tantra . I have acquired
this skill from my Guru. He is no longer alive today. I will pass on this specia

l skill to one of them who in turn will

carry on.
Guru-ji looked at his disciples. Sanjeev, Nirmal, Rajkamal, and Uday - all were
listening to him with great concentration.
Guru-ji: Yoni Puja the basic idea is rather than worshipping the 'Yoni' in the sy
mbolical form, using for example a statue or a painting, we do a "live" worship.
This is also called "stri puja" which indicates that worship is directed to a l
iving Yoni of a real woman. Getting what I mean to say?
Me: Yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Good. And today YOU are the goddess whose Yoni will be worshipped so th
at your womb is blessed with a
child.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: You must remember that the whole process of Yoni Puja is a secret proce
ss and that s why I could not call
any of your family members in this. Moreover, the effect and preparations for th
is ritual include means of
heightening mental and physical responsiveness to erotic stimulation, some of wh
ich you have already passed
through and of course you would not have been comfortable doing all that in fron
t of your family members or
husband. Isn t it Beti?
Me: Yes Guru-ji. Absolutely.
Guru-ji: Even this Maha-yagya dress would not look decent to them isn t it? That s wh
y it s done secretly and
privately.
Guru-ji paused for a while only and then continued again.
Guru-ji: Beti, you know, in tantra Yoni is the symbol of love and worship. That s wh
y in order to plunge deep into the Yoni Puja, you must be aware of the love tips
and tricks as you are a married woman.
He paused again but only for 2-3 seconds.
Guru-ji: Do you agree that a marital relationship broadly rests on the physical
relation between the husband and
wife?
Me: Yes.
Guru-ji: Then do you agree that you must know the proper ways to execute love ma
king with your husband? Me: Ye yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Good. Anita, you might find the questions that I put forward now a bit
offending or a bit too personal, but if you do not share you will not be able to
know the right keys to your love making success. Okay?
Me: Ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: The first and foremost thing is the venue? You must be having sex in yo
ur bedroom Anita?
I was a bit taken aback by the question. It was too straight. Especially conside
ring that I was answering in front of four other males!

I nodded.
Guru-ji: Can you briefly describe your bedroom?
Me: Yes I mean it s just like any other bedroom, nothing special Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: You did not get me. I want to know the position of the bed, how many wi
ndows and doors are there in the room, fans and lighting arrangements, toilet is
attached or not
Me: O! I see. Okay Guru-ji. In my bedroom there are two windows and one door. Th
ere Guru-ji interrupted.
Guru-ji: When you meet your husband do you keep the windows open?
Me: Ye err I mean mostly yes. They are of course curtained.
Guru-ji: Ha ha ha That s expected Anita. No need to mention that.
I smiled shyly. And there was a slight roar of laughter from the audience - Sanj
eev, Rajkamal, Nirmal, and Uday. Guru-ji: Anyway, continue.
Me: The bed is in the center of the room and the fan is also just above it. A sm
all toilet is attached to my bedroom though it s newly constructed.
Guru-ji: Okay so it seems that you have a cozy and convenient environment while
meeting your husband on bed. Me: Yes, mostly.
Guru-ji: And the attached toilet is a positive step towards lovemaking. What abo
ut the lighting arrangements? Me: You mean ?
Guru-ji: Yes, when you are on bed with your husband how much illumination the ro
om has?
Me: Err the night lamp . I mean the night lamp is only switched on.
Guru-ji: Beti, I asked you how much illuminated the room remains?
I started feeling nervous as I was unable to figure out what exactly he wanted t
o know.
Me: Err its
Guru-ji: Anita! Are you not getting me? I want to know are you able to see your
husband very clearly? Me: O! No Guru-ji. Of course not with the night lamp.
Guru-ji: Hmm Okay. Whatever information I gathered from you it seems other things
are pretty okay except for
the light. Let me brief you on this.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: The bed position seems okay, just below the fan, the windows must also
remain open while you are engaged in sex. Attached toilet is a plus as I said. R
egarding illumination it is important to have proper lighting for
passionate and interesting lovemaking. You of course don t want to make it a routi
ne job, isn t it Anita?
Me: Of course not Guru-ji, but its getting to that end only.
Guru-ji: That s why I am elaborating on these things! Use something brighter than
the night lamp if you want to excite your husband.
I was keenly listening now as there has been some ebb in our lovemaking in recen
t times. Me: But Guru-ji
Guru-ji: I know what you will say. You will feel shy to be naked in more light.
Right? Me: Ye yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: I am not asking you to be naked under the tube-lights of your room Anit
a! Use an amber tint if possible and it would be best if you can put it in a bed
side lampshade.
Me: O-k-a-y!
Guru-ji: That will help you both to see each other clearer and the light effect
will surely heat up the session.
I nodded.
Guru-ji: And another point to note for you - spread only yellow or cream-colored

bed sheets so that the light reflects off your bed giving an exciting effect.
Me: Okay Guru-ji. I will remember that.
Guru-ji: These points might sound simple
en up to more love. Love demands
shamelessness after marriage. If you are
ically will remain glued to you.
And when I discuss other techniques, you
nd feels that love, he will be more open
ove more often.

enough, but it actually helps you to op

bold and creative, your husband automat
will yourself know that once your husba
to you sexually and will want to make l

I was mesmerized to his explanations. I loved the way he explained and was surel
y getting keen to know more.
Guru-ji: Additionally occasionally if you can keep flowers in the room, it also
will add to the effect, but mind you Beti, do not try too many things at a time,
it will make the setting artificial and uncomfortable for your husband. Can you
tell why?
I fumbled, as I was not prepared for a question.
Me: Err I think err I mean Guru-ji I think
Guru-ji: Let me explain though you should have been able to reply this Beti bein
g married for three years and well experienced in sex life.
I blushed and lowered my face.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev can you tell?
Sanjeev: Yes Guru-ji. Madam s husband is habituated to have sex with Madam in a sp
ecific setting of their bedroom
since they are married for some years now. Suddenly if Madam tries to decorate t
he room on the days when she
meets her husband, he might be apprehensive and uneasy. If Madam was a newly mar
ried lady, she could have tried
these alterations.
Guru-ji: Good Sanjeev. Anita, did you get it? Me: Sure Guru-ji.
I nodded as an obedient student of this sexual awareness class! Myself being nea
rly 30 years of age and married for 3 years was getting education about how to c
reate an exciting atmosphere for my fuck!
Guru-ji: Next is the second most important thing after the ambiance. Me: What is
that Guru-ji?
I asked hurriedly in my keenness to know more and simply looked like a fool in f
ront of these males when Guru-ji
replied.
Guru-ji: Obviously your dress code Anita. What you should wear and what not when
you go for sex with your
husband.
Me: Oh!
I swallowed a breath and immediately felt my exposed state in my current Maha-ya
gya dress code. I was giving a
hefty cleavage show and my rotund legs and thighs were also shamelessly exposed.
The very next question made me coil like a snail within myself.
Guru-ji: First let me hear Beti from you what you wear on days when you have sex
with your husband? Me: I mean Guru-ji normal I mean nighty.
Guru-ji: Okay, so nothing special on weekends etc.? You always wear nighty while
going to bed. Me: Ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Okay and what about your inner wears?
I could feel my palms had started sweating as I was replying to these intimate q

uestions. I licked my lips once so that I could remain composed.

Me: Err nothing I mean like all women while going to bed Guru-ji: Okay Beti, I got
it.
I just nodded. I felt very uneasy to share these facts in front of so many peopl
e. If it was Guru-ji alone, I would
not have probably felt so odd, but the presence of that clumsy dwarf Nirmal and
teenage Rajkamal were making me feel rather shy.
Guru-ji: This is another aspect where you need to correct yourself Anita. Since
you are only wearing a nighty, you are actually depriving your husband from a lo
nger foreplay. Do you realize that?
I did not quite get what Guru-ji meant. How was I depriving Rajesh if I was wear
ing nighty on bed without my
inner?
Me: Err no Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, can you explain why to Anita?
I looked up to Sanjeev again, as he seemed to be the most literate among the fou
r disciples of Guru-ji. Sanjeev: Sure Guru-ji.
He paused a little and then started replying to me.
Sanjeev: Madam see, if you come to bed only wearing a nighty without your underg
arments, when your husband
starts making love, he very easily can make you naked as you know just pulling up
your nighty will make you naked. But if you are wearing at least your undergarm
ents below it, you can easily drag this encounter longer making your husband fee
l more excited.
I had to lower my eyes as he explained such thing to me in so very direct langua
ge. Guru-ji took the baton now from
Sanjeev.
Guru-ji: Exactly so. Your husband would love to see you naked Anita, but if the
process were longer, his fun would be lengthened. Do you get it now?
I nodded not being able to meet Guru-ji s eyes in natural womanly shyness. I noted
from the corner of my eyes that both Rajkamal and Nirmal were openly scratching
their dicks over their dhoti!
Guru-ji: O-k-a y, so you agree that if you wear your inner wears under your nighty
you can ensure better lovemaking.
I again nodded with an almost dry throat because now I was clearly feeling the h
eat in my ears listening to such things in so much detail.
Guru-ji: Similarly I recommend you to avoid wearing a nighty at least on days wh
en you plan to have a fuck.
Guru-ji looked at my eyes and I was knocked for six to hear the word fuck from his
mouth directly.
Guru-ji: You start building the habit of wearing a blouse and a petticoat while
sleeping. This will help you in two ways. One, you can ride up your bed quickly
- just remove your sari and get near your husband. Two, you will look more attra
ctive to your husband in that state.
Me: But Guru-ji after the whole day I also need to relax while on bed. If I wear
the blouse
Guru-ji: Yes I agree because you will feel tightness on your breasts while lying
down too.
Me: Yes.
Guru-ji: But you can always open your blouse and bra on bed in front of your hus
band. Who stops you? Me: No, no how can I do that everyday?
Guru-ji: Do what Beti?

Me: No I mean actually

Guru-ji: Don t shy from me Anita, as I told you at the very beginning. Tell what s i
n your mind. Open up. I gathered courage and said my most intimate things to Gur
u-ji.
Me: Guru-ji firstly I mean How can I sleep in absolute topless condition every ni
ght? And secondly on many
occasions he reads books, magazines till late night and the light is switched on
. I cannot just open my in that
light!
Guru-ji: Oh! Okay Beti. For your first problem you can simply always carry a spa
re blouse while going to bed and change into it without your bra on days when yo
u do not meet your husband. Do you agree to that? If you are not wearing the bra
, you will of course not feel the tightness.
Me: Hmm Okay.
Guru-ji: And your second problem can actually act as a tool to attract your husb
and more towards you because
when you will request him to switch off the light to open your blouse, he might
be interested to give you a hug as well! Do you agree?
That was not a bad idea I thought. Rajesh definitely will get some stimulation f
rom that. Me: Ji guru-ji.
Guru-ji: So Anita, no nighty at night from now on once you get back home. Next c
omes color.
Me: Color?
Guru-ji: Yes, Beti. Color. Another important aspect when on bed.
I was surprised to know that and was obviously keener to know more.
Me: How?
Guru-ji: Beti, you have to be careful about the color of you blouse and petticoa
t that you wear when you are going to bed. You have to avoid all shades of red,
green, and blue in regard to your blouse. Black, white, and yellow are the prefe
rred ones for your blouse and obviously you need to wear matching colored brassi
eres.
Me: Okay. I never knew that!
Guru-ji: And same stands for your petticoat also Beti. Blank, white and yellow a
re the preferred colors. Well, you
will be surprised to know that even your panty color can add a certain percentag
e of attraction or repulsion for
your husband!
Me: What?
I almost shouted. I could not stop me reacting like that and immediately felt so
withdrawn because the topic was my panty color! Panty color of mine! A married
woman nearing 30! By whom? The person who was unknown 4-5 days back! Moreover, f
our other unknown males listening to this juicy topic! My God!
Guru-ji: Ha ha ha yes Beti. Don t be so surprised! From now on when you go to buy a
panty for yourself, do concentrate on the color too. Only three are preferred c
olors - black, white, and red.
He paused a little and asked me a dreadful question.
Guru-ji: By the way, what color do you usually wear Beti?
On one hand he was calling me Beti , but on the other hand he was forwarding to me
the most indecent question! Immediately my keenness to know more from Guru-ji vapo

rized and I felt so very ashamed and honestly felt like diving in the yagya fire
!
I fumbled to give any reply and Guru-ji simply made fun out of me taking me to t
he height of verbal embarrassment.
Guru-ji: Just a minute Beti, you just keep mum and let me check my disciples obse
rvation skills. Guru-ji turned his face towards the four standing males.
Guru-ji: You folks have been watching Anita for a few days now. You have known h
er character, nature, and liking to some extent. Nirmal, can you predict what pa
nty color she would prefer in general?
I was simply astounded, wordless, and remained like an inanimate object with my
eyes down towards the floor. Nirmal: Guru-ji, I think Madam wears mostly red pan
ties.
Guru-ji: Why do you say that Nirmal?
Nirmal: When I talked to Madam, it seemed she got aggravated quickly and red is
the symbol of quick temper. Guru-ji: Okay. Sanjeev?
Sanjeev: I think she prefers blue.
Guru-ji: Why do you say so Sanjeev?
Sanjeev: Guru-ji, when she came to the ashram she had brought one white and one
blue panty with her. She must
have brought her favorite and most comfortable inner wears here, as this is an u
nknown place for her. White being a pretty common color, I think she prefers to
wear blue panties.
Guru-ji: Hmm Beti, you must be amused. See, every individual has his own calculat
ions! Okay, Uday? Uday: I think Madam is romantic in nature and pink is the colo
r of romance. So
Guru-ji: So, you feel that Anita must be mostly choosing a pink panty under her
sari. Okay. That s not a bad observation. Rajkamal?
Rajkamal: Yes Guru-ji. I don t think Madam wears a panty on a regular basis. Why a
m I saying so because when I was massaging her I did not find a prominent waistb
and line on her waist, which a panty invariably creates for a regular user. So I
feel Madam don t have any specific color choice for her panty.
Guru-ji: O-k-a-y. So, Anita - all are interesting replies and now you need to te
ll us who is correct.
Stunned was a lesser word for any reaction from me. I was simply lip-locked listen
ing to all these and could not even look up in shame.
Guru-ji: Beti, there is nothing to feel shy about. Come on!
I could well realize that I have to reply to this. I licked my lips again and cl
eared my throat once to gain in
confidence.
Me: Ye I mean

err Guru-ji

Guru-ji: Yes Beti, tell us we are all eagerly waiting.

Me: Actually what Rajkamal said is partly right
Guru-ji: That you do not wear a panty on a regular basis.
Me: Yes, I mean I don t wear it at

I mean when I am at home.

I felt so exposed as I shared that fact with these 5 males!

Guru-ji: Oh! That s bad! Your husband must consider himself unlucky!
Me: Why?
I almost instantly said that to Guru-ji s comment not realizing fully what he actu
ally meant.
Guru-ji: Beti, you only said that you remain panty-less at home, so when you mee
t your husband on bed, you never allowed him to get the thrill of pulling down a
woman s panty before a fuck!
Me: Err..
Guru-ji: Tell me, am I right or wrong? Me: Ye er yes Guru-ji, right.
Guru-ji: So Beti, along with the other alternatives that I have suggested, you a
lso include the habit of wearing a
panty at home. I know most married women living in town do not wear it, but you
have to do it for your own good.
Got it?
I nodded shyly.
Guru-ji: And what about the color? Me: I like to wear pink .
Guru-ji: Okay, so Uday hit the bull s eye. Congrats Uday. Ha ha ha Uday: Thanks Gur
u-ji.
Guru-ji: But from now on when you go to the market, only ask for a black, white,
or a red one because these three
panty-colors attract males most. Also note that light blue, light green, and mar
oon are the most offending pantycolors.
Me: Ji ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Okay that s all about your dress code and there are a few other things th
at if you keep in mind Anita, you can liven up your love making with your husban
d. One is you should not tie up your hair while going to bed. They should flow n
ormally on your shoulder. Next is, if possible, you should use nail polish on yo
ur fingers while
presenting yourself to your husband. Okay?
Me: Okay Guru-ji. I do that at times.
Guru-ji: Good, but try to get into a habit. Next are your armpits. If you raise
your hands you will see you have quite a bush there. You must clean that, if not
fully, at least partially.
Me: Yes, I trim at times, but they grow so fast
Guru-ji was smiling and I smiled back foolishly.
Guru-ji: Same stands for your pubic hairs Anita. When I examined you on the tabl
e I do recall that you have a heavy bush, which is not acceptable again. How oft
en do you trim?
The question was so direct and straight that I was bowled over. Getting such com
ments from a matured adult male was like getting verbally fucked each time!
Me: Err Not I mean I do not
I stammered horribly in shame.
Guru-ji: While examining I do recall that you had thick coils of pubic hair over
your choot. Isn t it Beti? The word choot almost gave me a stagger.
Me: Ha-es... (I uttered a combination of haa and yes ).
Guru-ji: But that s not a good idea Beti. Why do you allow such an overgrown bush
there? Does you husband encourage you for that?
I felt like dying to reply such questions, but was helpless and had to answer. G
uru-ji was too forceful to get replies

out of me.
Guru-ji: Don t keep mum Beti. If your husband likes it, then its okay, but if not,
you need to trim it at times so when you become naked before your husband you l
ook attractive down there.
I had never experienced such direct dealings with my personal life. In fact this
was one of the core reasons that I
avoided male gynecologists (along with getting exposed in front of them) when I
started feeling the problem of not
getting pregnant. They would invariably ask me when do I have my periods, are th
ey regular or not, how is the flow,
how may times do we copulate, and all sorts of personal questions which are alwa
ys very difficult to be answered by
any woman to a male.
Me: No actually .
Guru-ji: Open up! Open up! I do not accept such replies.
Guru-ji s voice was stern and cold as steel. I could realize there was no escape f
or me and had to shamelessly reveal all my personal secrets.
Me: Actually Guru-ji, my husband had never said err anything regarding . Guru-ji: R
egarding what?
Me: I mean (I gulped down saliva) regarding my pubic err .pubic hairs and so I neve
r thought to but Guru-ji I mean its not that I do not trim, I do trim it from time
to time.
Guru-ji: When did you last trim?
Me: Err a month

no probably two to three months back.

Guru-ji: So see, that s the reason you have such a bush now! You are a married wom
an Beti and you know this better
than anyone else that how important your choot is to your husband! Don t you feel
like keeping it clean and
attractive?
I licked my lips. It was getting dry time and again listening to such direct thi
ngs from this Godman. I just nodded. What else could I do?
Guru-ji: You have such a nice figure, why not take care of it! Before you take a
bath, may be once a month you just trim it that s all! But Anita, you need to give
your husband a surprise at times. Do you agree?
I again nodded and Guru-ji continued his lewd talks.
Guru-ji: Tell me how?
I was again caught on the wrong foot.
Me: By... I mean err probably trimming them.
Guru-ji: N-o B-e-t-i How can you surprise him? Think! Think! Nothing came to my m
ind and I looked blank.
Guru-ji: So? No guesses? Okay, let me try to get it from you only! Guru-ji looke
d quite amused!
Guru-ji: You said that you trim your choot hairs once in 3-4 months Right? Now te
ll me where do you do it usually? Me: Toilet, where else?
I almost instantaneously replied though I was surprised by such an absurd questi
on, but Guru-ji surprised me even more with his answer!
Guru-ji: Beti, you may think that toilet is the only place, but women who had co
me to me for Yoni Puja did reveal more interesting places!
Me: Meaning?

I could not stop reacting.

Guru-ji: Why Nirmal? Last year there was that Gujju lady
l: Mrs. Patel.

what was her name? Nirma

Guru-ji: Right, right. Patel. Deepshikha Patel.

Nirmal: Her story is interesting. He he
Nirmal laughed the way, which irritates me the most.
Guru-ji: You know Beti Deepshikha wanted to have a child after seven years, but
was having problems and hence
came to me. She had a 6-7 year old son. Like you she also used to trim her pubic
hairs in her toilet, but one day her son followed her to the bathroom and found
those small hairs on wet floor. She felt very embarrassed and decided to change
the venue.
Guru-ji paused just a little to take a deep breath.
Guru-ji: Mrs. Patel did not get a decent place at her home to do this work and l
astly as she told me she decided to it in her school where she was a teacher! Sh
e used the school toilet! Can you imagine Anita?
Me: My goodness!
I reacted so spontaneously!
Guru-ji: There were a couple of women who said they prefer to cut their choot ha
irs in their bedroom in the afternoon hours when their husband was away as they
did not have a proper mirror in their toilets.
Me: Hmm. That s acceptable!
I was myself surprised as to how was I responding to such a lewd and offending t
opic for any woman. Nirmal: Guru-ji, tell Madam about Mrs. Khurana s confession.
Guru-ji: O yes! That s also out of the ordinary for sure and comical too!
I was not much keen to revolve on this topic due to my natural shyness and was g
etting rather restless due to the awkwardness of the topic, but there was hardly
anything I could do.
Guru-ji: Rina that s her name. She had a similar problem like you, but she is elder
ly at least compared to you, 3536 years, and came to me almost as a last resort. She was childless for about 10
years after marriage. She
confessed to me that she used to trim her choot hairs at her friend s place, who w
as almost her age and a longtime friend, and they used to do it together. Rina had this practice for several
years and they used to trim each
other s hairs. One day she came to know that her friend was shifting to a new plac
e as her husband got a new job
posting.
One thing I had to admit in my mind, despite this gauche subject, Guru-ji was de
livering it so casually that it sounded like just another story!
Guru-ji: You know Anita, initially she did not think of this problem, but of cou
rse realized after a month or so. Rina tried to do it on her own, but was unable
to manage it. Then she decided to take her maidservant into confidence and made
her involved in this work. She told me that she used to call her maidservant in
her bedroom in the

afternoon hours when all was quiet. She stretched out on bed and raised her sari
up to her waist and her
maidservant did the trimming. The problem started then.
Me: Why?
The question came out of my mouth spontaneously!
Guru-ji: Ha ha ha Beti, actually the maidservant was not at all habituated with s
cissors, which is understandable
also, and she fumbled in most cases and this went on for one or two occasions. R
ina was a bit upset but had no other option also. Now, this maidservant s husband
was a barber and in order to win over her mistress, one afternoon she came with
her husband. Rina had already told her of trimming her hairs that day. Just imag
ine!
Sanjeev, Uday, Nirmal, Sanjeev, and Rajkamal all echoed light laughs and I also
smiled shamelessly!
Guru-ji: Rina was obviously surprised when she saw a male accompanying her maids
ervant, but when she knew his
identity, she allowed him to come in, but was not keen to know why he had come.
She thought they would leave
together and hence the man would wait for his wife. Rina usually stripped her sa
ri and petticoat and then called her maidservant in her bedroom. That day was no
exception. She was lying on bed half naked and the maidservant
entered the room with his husband.
Me: Oh no!
Guru-ji: I don t think I need to go on any longer. Ha ha ha Till the time Rina real
ized the whole thing from her maid, it was an extremely embarrassing situation f
or her and funny too! Ha ha ha
Guru-ji was nodding his head as he continued to chuckle.
Guru-ji: Anyway, getting back to the root the issue - how to surprise your husba
nd through your pubic hairs. The solution is simple Beti. Once in blue moon if y
ou shave your choot hairs completely that would surely excite any male, of cours
e including your husband! Ha ha ha
Me: What?
Guru-ji: Why not!
Me: C-o-m-p-l-e-t-e-l-y!
I could not help myself but to react like that. Honestly I could never think in
my wildest imagination to have a clean shaven pussy! My God! What was he saying?
Guru-ji: Why not! You need to come out of these inhibitions.
Me: Ishhh No, no Guru-ji What would he say . I mean
Guru-ji: Take my word. Your husband will only love you more. Since you are born
and brought up in a town, you got scared at this very thought.
Me: But but

No no

Guru-ji: Beti, yes, for the initial 2-3 days, you will feel very sensitive there
as that bush will not be there, but then you will also become habituated. Since
your marriage is now 3-4 years old, you surely would get electrifying benefit i

f you shave your

He did not complete the sentence, but looked indicatively at my skirt-covered cr
otch and the look was rather disgusting. I quickly tried to change the topic.
Me: O okay Guru-ji, I will keep that in mind.
Though I said that, undoubtedly I was shocked by such an idea and my face and ea
rs were all red and emitting
heat. My pussy was again getting fully moist listening to all these provocative
talks and erotic suggestions and I was starting to feel rather tight.
Guru-ji: Well Anita, that s more or less a synopsis regarding the secrets of longlasting marital lovemaking. Will add later as and when necessary. Jai Linga Maha
raj!
The four males standing beside me echoed the same and I also meekly followed wit
h Jai Linga Maharaj!
Guru-ji: Anita, go and stand there for a minute. Get the

asana

ready

for the puja.

The second sentence was directed to his disciples. I noticed Rajkamal and Nirmal
went to the corner of the room and brought a small gaddi (=mattress). I didn t noti
ce it as the glow of the fire was illuminating the center of the room where Guru
-ji was sitting. Uday brought a couple of milky while sheets and covered them qu
ickly. Sanjeev in the meantime brought a couple of nice looking fluffy pillows.
Uday brought a mini table fan and placed it beside the mattress and switched it
on! He made sure that the air did not reach the yagya fire. I honestly wondered
what Guru-ji is up to! Was he getting ready for the Puja or a nap?
The whole white mattress was quickly and very neatly decorated by different colo
red flowers by Rajkamal and then the four males again took their old position. I
was frankly quite anxious to know why that sort of arrangement was made! I had
never seen in my life anything similar to this for any Puja at least!
Guru-ji: Thanks. Anita, come and stand on this mattress. This will be your asana
or the entire Yoni Puja. It was for me! Wow! I thought.
Frankly I was glad to have that table fan placed beside the mattress as the Puja
-ghar was by then amply heated by the yagya fire. I stepped on to the mattress.
The bed sheet felt cold on my soles as I stood on it. I resembled as if I was an
actress standing on the platform while shooting and others were watching me fro
m all sides. I saw such situations in television serials, movies, etc. I remembe
red. In fact my dress was also very apt and revealing to make me think like that
. I felt the cold air of the table fan on my naked legs and to my thighs even. I
shifted my position marginally as I realized that going too close to the fan wa
s not a great idea, as the skirt would surely fly then. And there are four pairs
of male eyes waiting to ogle me! I was cautious.
Guru-ji: Beti, let me clear a few things at the very first go. As I said earlier
also I want your best concentration and complete unquestioned cooperation in th
is Puja. This Yoni Puja might look odd, awkward, or offending to you, but this o
nly will lead you to your most wanted goal of having a child. So, you are very n
ear to it, but a momentary lapse could cost you everything. Do exactly as I say.
Do you agree?
Me: Ji Guru-ji. I will do as per your guidance.
Guru-ji: Good. Now let me reveal to you that there are five parts in this Yoni P
uja a) Mantra Daan (=sharing the mantra),
b) The Puja (=worshipping the Yoni),
c) Yoni Massage (=massaging the Yoni),
d) Yoni Sugam (=vindicating the massage), and

e) Yoni Jan Darshan (=showing Yoni to the world)

My lips automatically parted listening to the divisions of the Yoni Puja! Frankl
y, till the first two it was okay to me, but Yoni massage , Yoni Sugam , and Yoni Jan D
arshan sounded pretty upsetting and offending as well!
Me: Guru-ji
Guru-ji: Anita, I just said I want unquestioned cooperation from you during Yoni P
uja. Me: I agree, but if you could ex I mean explain a bit .
Guru-ji: Be patient Anita. I am coming to each! Me: O..okay. Sorry Guru-ji...
Guru-ji: The first and second parts are interrelated and will go hand in hand, i
.e. the Yoni Worship and Mantra
Daan will follow simultaneously. Once the worship is over and you have the mantra
, we will switch to the next
section - Yoni Massage and Yoni Sugam - don t be scared from the names! It s just like t
he examination, which I performed on you. Do you remember? Was that too tough?
I had to nod and nod negatively!
Guru-ji: So!
e difference
your vaginal
and s sperms

Just like that! Relax Beti! Have faith on me. But yes, this time th
will be that I have to make sure that there are no obstructions in
passage. Why? Because I have to ensure that your ova meet your husb
without hindrance. Then only you can get the child. Getting me?

Me: Ji Guru-ji.
I never realized how craftily Guru-ji paved the way and sowed the seeds to fuck
me with such casual and laid back manner! On the contrary, I was nodding and app
reciating his structured thinking in my mind!
Guru-ji: The last part is the Yoni Jan Darshan, which actually is acknowledging
the Almighty s blessings. You need to show your Yoni to all four directions Beti,
north, south, east, and west - so that all Gods and Goddesses are
satisfied and bless you adequately to help achieve your desired dream. Am I clea
r now?
Me: Ji ji Guru-ji. Thanks.
Guru-ji: Silly girl! You tend to be scared so early! Ha ha ha
I smiled back to him cutely not knowing what degree of humiliation was in the of
fing for me!
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Okay Beti, now you need to stand still at your posit
ion and I will direct them what exactly to do to get you ready for the worship.
I was a bit puzzled - what more was left to be done? I already had the snan and
was wearing a fresh set of Mahayagya paridhan!
Guru-ji probably read my face. He truly was an antaryami !
Guru-ji: Anita since this is Yoni Puja, the whole concentration will be on the l
ower half of your body. I hope you can guess that.
Me: Ye yes Guru-ji. Guru-ji: Good.
I stood like a statue on the mattress as the four males approached me and stood
at four corners of the mattress! It looked so very sensuous and tempting as all
the males had bare chests with a dhoti wrapped around their waists and I stood e
xactly in the middle of them in that revealing mini dress!
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, take this sweet Almond oil and apply it on Anita s left leg and
Uday this is for you to apply on her right leg - this is Jojoba oil.

Sanjeev and Uday went forward to collect their oil pots. Guru-ji: Nirmal, Rajkam
al, you just wait till they finish. Rajkamal: Sure Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Beti, you must be patient till they finish applying the oil on your leg
s fully. Okay?
I nodded with an anxious face and a drumming heart anticipating vivid male touch
es on my bare legs and thighs. Uday and Sanjeev sat near my feet on the mattress
and took oil from the pots and started to rub on my feet. It was a queer and pe
culiar feeling at the same time because two males simultaneously rubbing my bare
legs was a very rare situation indeed for any woman!
Guru-ji: You know Beti this sweet Almond oil and Jojoba oil are so easily absorb
able and serves as a great emollient as it balances the moisture in the body. As
you will see soon that it makes a great lubricant, which will help keep you fre
sh and fit from muscle aches or sprains as you are stretching yourself beyond mi
dnight today.
Guru-ji
limbing
ing and
y. They
e oil.

s words hardly were reaching my ears as the male hands were creeping and c
slowly up my naked legs. Though the feeling of the oil was very stimulat
energizing, but it was overridden by the warm touches of Sanjeev and Uda
both were feeling every inch of my well-developed legs while applying th

Guru-ji: You might be wondering why two different oils are being used. This is p
rimarily because both oils have
some exclusive goods to deliver and I want them all to get inside your body so t
hat you can get max effect from
Yoni Puja.
My heart started missing a beat now as I realized both Sanjeev and Uday were rub
bing the oil now above the
decency level. They were rubbing their oily hands on my thighs, just inches belo
w my skirt hem. I dared to look
down, as I was sure if they look up they would surely be able to see my panty be
low my miniskirt as both were
sitting near my feet very close to my body. I had to shuffle subtly so as to rem
ain somewhat comfy. I could feel
Sanjeev s fingers clearly pressing more on my naked rotund left thigh, which was m
aking me very, very
uncomfortable. All women are very sensitive around their thighs and if two males
simultaneously knead that area, it was undoubtedly an awesome experience!
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, Uday rub the oil till her thighs only . Hence may be just a coup
le of inches inside Anita s skirt.
Okay?
Sanjeev: Ji Guru-ji.
And readily I could feel Sanjeev s fingers getting inside my skirt! Me: Eieeiiiiii
iiiieeeeeei . Please .
Guru-ji: B-e-t-i, be patient!
In no time I could feel Uday s fingers also getting inside my skirt and rubbing th
e oil amply on my upper thighs. I
just glanced at the other two males - Rajkamal and Nirmal were expectedly lappin
g up this very sensuous scene.
Me: Shhhhhhhhhhhhh . Uhhhhhhhhh ..
I could not stop myself expressing that sigh as I felt both males caressing the
back of my thighs just below my
buttocks. Their oily fingers and palms felt the whole of the back of my plump na
ked thighs providing the required

stimulant. My face had turned red in shyness and I was biting my lips and prayin
g when it would end! Then
suddenly
Me: O-u-c-h! Eiiiii!?!
Guru-ji: What what happened Beti?
I could clearly feel a sudden and straightforward poke into my pussy over my pan
ty - must have been either Sanjeev or Uday.
Sanjeev: Any problem there Madam?
I felt so shy seeing five males staring at me that I could not even utter a word
! I was unable to reveal anything to Guru-ji and had to gobble up my words. But
by that time Sanjeev did an unbelievable thing! He just rose up my skirt from th
e front to see if there was any problem inside!
Me: H-e-y what

what are you doing? S-t-o-p!

Before I could cover my panty and pull down my miniskirt, for that 3-4 seconds S
anjeev made my panty visible to everybody present in the Puja-ghar, as he was ho
ling my skirt up in a lifted position! My whole face turned scarlet instantly an
d my voice choked in shame suffering that sudden humiliation.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, you should not have done that!
Sanjeev: But Guru-ji Madam seemed to be in some discomfort
Guru-ji: Yes, that s okay. There must have been something about which Anita was un
comfortable and you tried to investigate that. Understandable. But Beta, you sho
uld also keep in mind that Anita is a matured woman and
married too. She lives in the normal society and thus bounded by the norms of pr
ide and shame, restriction, etc. Though she has been in the ashram for a few day
s, she is still not able to cast off her natural coyness and timidity. Sanjeev,
you being an experienced disciple of mine should always keep that in mind.
Sanjeev: I understand Guru-ji. Am sorry for my act.
Guru-ji: Say that to Anita also.
Sanjeev: Madam, I am really sorry. I will be careful next time. Sorry Madam.
I was still not able to recover from it, but had to nod as Guru-ji was looking f
orward to that from me. Me: It s its okay.
Guru-ji: Anyway, are you over with the oil part? Uday: Yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Great!
Sanjeev and Uday went back to their respective positions at the corner of the ma
ttress and returned the oil pots
to Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Now, let s proceed further. Beti, now Rajkamal would decorate you with fl
owers and make you ready for the actual Puja.
I still was breathing heavily, but was slowly getting back to my normal composur
e. I noticed Rajkamal quickly and
craftily prepared small garlands with different flowers. He fastened my both ank
les with small garland braces and
the same was applied for my knees. I was wondering that within the span of 5-10

minutes already three different

males had touched my naked legs! This sort of experience was certainly the first
time in my life. Though I was
rather irritated by Sanjeev s lewd act, my pussy was already moist and I could eas
ily sense that my nipples inside
my bra had grown hard.
Rajkamal: Madam, now garlands for your waist and both wrists.
Saying that he fastened a garland at my waist just over my skirt waistband and t
wo small ones on my wrists. Now
he sat near my feet and started building a crown with flowers on a wire framewor
k. I appreciated in my mind his
proficiency and skill. In no time the crown was ready and he put that up on my h
ead. I surely looked attractive being decorated like that with a crown and with
garlands.
Guru-ji: Thanks Rajkamal. You did an excellent job! Beti, you are looking very n
ice. Unfortunately I don t have a mirror here. Ha ha ha
Uday: Yes Madam, very beautiful.
I smiled and dropped my eyes towards the floor, and waited for Guru-ji s next inst
ruction. Guru-ji: Nirmal, give her the Linga and the charanamrit .
Nirmal handed me a Linga replica, but unlike the previous one that I had seen du
ring my diksha , this looked very
odd resembling very much like a male penis! It was probably made of wax and I wa
s rather shocked to note its color
resembled skin color and in fact there were veins around its length and hence th
e feel was more like the penis!
O! My God! It also had something at the top, which resembled the foreskin!
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj!
All the four disciples echoed Jai Linga Maharaj! and I also followed suit, but fel
t very odd standing with something that was clearly depicting a lund !
Nirmal: Give that to Guru-ji, Madam.
Guru-ji took the Linga replica and touched it on my head, lips, breasts, waist,
and my thighs before placing that on a throne-like structure well decorated with
flowers. He ushered some Sanskrit mantra and performed a small Puja to place it
there. We all waited with our hands folded in the form of prayer as it was done
.
Guru-ji: Beti, Linga Maharaj has been placed. The whole Yoni Puja is meant to sa
tisfy him. So devote all your
prayers and acts towards him. If you can satisfy him, he will surely gift you wi
th your much cherished desire. Jai Linga Maharaj! Jai ho!
We all echoed Jai Linga Maharaj! and I prayed in my mind to Linga Maharaj I will do
my best to satisfy you and would not want anything ever, but a child. Please
After my prayer was complete, Nirmal handed a bowl, which had the charanamrit .
Guru-ji: Beti, this charanamrit is very special and sanctified for you specially
. Gulp it down at one go!
It was not that I was seeing charanamrit for the first time in my life, as I do
go regularly to the temple in our
locality and drink it when offered. But the major difference was always it s just

a handful at the temples, but here a whole bowl of cream-colored charanamrit was
offered to me!
Me: Guru-ji

fully?

Guru-ji: Yes Beti. It s made for you only! It s an extract of my tantra works and will
surely empower you towards your cherished goal.
I was glad to know that and took the bowl from Nirmal and started gulping it dow
n. The taste was unquestionably
poles apart from the normal charanamrit! This was very, very tasty and comprised
of fruits cut in very small pieces
- guava, apple, banana, grapes, cherry, etc. I swallowed the tasty sacred liquid
at one go and emptied the bowl.
Unfortunately, unknown to me, the charanamrit
ated with soluble agents,

I was so gladly drinking was adulter

which catalyze sexual feelings in a female.

Guru-ji: Great Beti! Now we will enter into the main Puja. Fold your hands for a
prayer. Concentrate. Rajkamal will
tie your eyes and don t jump on me right now to know why I will of course explain y
ou in a minute, but first the
prayer. Okay?
I just nodded as Guru-ji threw something in the fire and the fire started burnin
g more aggressively. There was pin
drop silence. With higher illumination the yagya fire was now providing a peculi
ar glow to the whole room and on
each one s face. In that blush, every person whom I was seeing for the last few da
ys in the ashram looked so very
unfamiliar!
Guru-ji s big stature along with that bright orange-red glow on his face made him
look more frightful! Rajkamal stepped behind me with a black handkerchief and ti
ed my eyes. The setting was created in such a way that my heart started to beat
a shade faster and my fingers were gradually turning cold.
Guru-ji: Hey Linga Maharaj, please accept this final prayer and grant this girl
what she desires! Jai Linga Maharaj! Beti, just repeat what I say from now on.
There was silence again for some moments. As my eyes were tied up, I was a bit s
haky and was unnecessarily sensing an unknown fear.
Guru-ji: Hey Linga Maharaj!
Me: Hey Linga Maharaj!
Guru-ji: I offer myself to you
Me: I offer myself to you
Guru-ji: My mind, my body, my Yoni everything to you .
Me: My mind, my body, my Yo Yoni everything to you
Guru-ji: Please accept this Yoni Puja and make me fertile and bless my womb with
a child
Me: Please accept this Yoni Puja and make me fertile and bless my womb with a ch
ild
Guru-ji: I, Anita Singh, wife of Rajesh Singh thus surrendering myself to you fo
r your sacred blessing. Please do not disappoint me. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Me: I, Anita Singh, wife of Rajesh Singh - thus surrendering myself to you for y
our sacred blessing. Please do not disappoint me. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Guru-ji: Good. Beti, now that you have conveyed your objective to Linga Maharaj,
you can go ahead with the rest of
the Yoni Puja with an open mind. And myself as the primary medium will definitel

y aid you in achieving your goal and

my disciples will also actively participate as the secondary medium to facilitat
e things for you to complete this very
special journey.
I honestly started having butterflies in my stomach listening to Guru-ji. What a
ctually was in store for me I
wondered! How could all those four males help me during the Puja? Why are my eye
s tied up? How will Guru-ji do the Puja actually? Will I have to expose my Yoni,
i.e. choot in front of him? My God!
Guru-ji: Beti, you must be wondering why your eyes are tied up. I will explain y
ou now, but for that I have to refer
to the ***** mythology. As you also know as per ***** tradition after marriage,
a woman is NOT expected to have
a physical relation other than her husband. Right?
Me: Hmm.
Guru-ji: By no means ***** mythology allows a married woman to
but I believe in order to treat
infertility cases, I must make a woman properly stimulated and
e deficiency lies. Hence though it must have been very odd and
a housewife to undergo such sensuous moments, I made you do so
in the ashram for the last 4-5 days. Reason?

forgo this norm,

then see where th
weird for you as
during your stay

He paused a bit and then continued again.

Guru-ji: I need to assess your problem properly and at the same time sexually tr
igger you again and again to know exactly where the problem lies. But, here in Y
oni Puja, the situation is slightly different. Ask why?
Me: Wh

why Guru-ji?

Guru-ji: During your treatment phase, I did not deviate from ***** mythology, as
accidental touching and
stimulation do happen in our life - both males and females. But in Yoni Puja, th
e very first phase is lovemaking with
husband.
Me: H-u-s-b-a-n-d!
I almost shrieked out!
Guru-ji: Let me finish! You react so quickly! Mantra Daan is basically sharing t
he mantra of lovemaking and as per
***** mythology to whom can a married woman make love to? Husband, of course! So
I never asked you previously to put a band on your eyes are you getting me Beti?
Now things were getting clearer to me. Since on all other occasions previously d
uring my treatment, it was
situational sexual urge for me, Guru-ji never asked me to cover my eyes, but sin
ce Mantra Daan comprises of direct lovemaking, my eyes were tied.
Me: Hmm. I can understand now!
Nice logical way to bypass ***** mythology I thought! But I was yet keen to get
an explanation of the word lovemaking . As I said earlier also, Guru-ji was antaryam
i !

Guru-ji: Well Anita, so now with your eyes tied up, you will not do any paap even
if you willingly kiss someone who is not your husband! Anyway, you must be think
ing why lovemaking is a part Yoni Puja? The answer is simple enough! Because you
must satisfy Linga Maharaj that you are an apt and sprightly woman when it come
s to lovemaking.
That s the first step Beti towards a successful pregnancy! I think you will agree
that you would like to have a
healthy baby rather than having a baby who is weak and surrounded with problems.
Me: Of course, a healthy baby!
I replied spontaneously.
Guru-ji: Right! But for that you need to prove yourself too! Me: O
I will. I will do anything for my
My voice automatically choked in emotion.

Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: I know Beti. Don t be emotional. You must make up your mind ONLY to satis
fy Linga Maharaj.
I controlled my tears.
Guru-ji: That s why I always encourage you to enjoy whatever you do here and not e
ntangled in the webs of inhibitions, paap , etc.
I was in fact now quite assured and was mentally prepared to execute whatever Gu
ru-ji wanted me to do!
Guru-ji: Beti, Mantra Daan will comprise of lovemaking postures and in order to
execute them effectively, you must prepare your mind as if your husband is here
Me: But
Guru-ji: I know it s not easy at all. But the way to success is always covered wit
h thorns and not roses Beti. If you are not able to think in that way, you won t g
et the spontaneous emotions in your act. Isn t it?
Me: But Guru-ji, it is very difficult
Guru-ji: Your eyes are tied up this will definitely give you comfort rather than
shyness. I am sure you can do it. Believe me Beti, I have seen so many married w
omen undergo this successfully in front of me.
Me: But err

I mean

Guru-ji, do I have to do everything that I do with my husband?

Guru-ji: Of course Beti. You can just think in this way that this is another Suha
ag Raat for you, but surely in a different way!
Me: Suhaag Raat!!!!!!!!!!
I almost screeched at Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Calm down Beti. What happens in a Suhaag Raat? A virgin girl gets to kn
ow to throw inhibitions and share the lessons of lovemaking with his partner. Th
at s what generally happens. Right or wrong?
Me: Ye

yes. But still Guru-ji what has that to do with this Puja?

Guru-ji: Beti, it has nothing to do with this Puja. I just gave you an analogy s
o that you can prepare yourself, as here also like your Suhaag Raat, you will en

counter a new partner.

Me: Oho

okay

I thought

Guru-ji: What did you think? I will ask you to have a Suhaag Raat with Nirmal? Ha
ha ha Anita, you are just too much Ha ha ha
Everybody was laughing and I also smiled at my foolish thought. Guru-ji: Can we
proceed?
Me: O Okay Guru-ji. I

I am ready.

Guru-ji: Great! Everybody say once with me

Jai Linga Maharaj!

I subtly adjusted my choli and skirt out of normal reflex before the proceedings
started.
Guru-ji: Beti, Mantra Daan is the sharing of lovemaking mantra and expectedly it
has several steps. I will guide you
through each. Keep faith on Ling Maharaj! You will surely succeed.
I closed my eyes and prayed for one last time.
Guru-ji: Hey Linga Maharaj! Anita being a married woman is an expert in the art
of lovemaking and she will perform the steps of this art to satisfy you. Please
accept it Maharaj!
My heart was beating fast now anticipating the unknown. My hands and feet were g
etting colder (though I was standing by the yagya fire) and naturally feeling ra
ther tight.
Guru-ji: Uday, come forward. Beti, imagine Uday is your husband and you need to
execute the first step, which is the simplest, a loving hug.
He paused to see my reactions probably. I was biting my lips in anxiousness.
Guru-ji: Do respond to me as I instruct you from time to time. And most importan
tly Beti, repeat the mantra in your mind, which I say after each step. That s the
Mantra Daan!
I was a glad to hear Uday s name, as I would certainly be more apprehensive about
others, but was rather
comfortable with him, as I already had had a very steamy experience with him on
the boat. He was my personal favorite also as a person in the ashram.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Hold Anita s waist Uday and Anita, you just give him an embrace.
Since my eyes were tied, I could only feel things. I felt a pair of warm hands t
ouching my waist just above my skirt and could clearly feel Uday s breaths very ne
ar me. As he touched me, I also embraced him lightly. Though initially I was ver
y hesitant as I was aware that I was being watched, but since it was Uday it was m
uch easier for me to do such an act in front of Guru-ji.
My choli-covered tits got moderately pressed on his bare chest and as soon as th
at happened I could clearly feel more warmth in the hug from Uday also.
Guru-ji: Om Eim Hrim Klim Chamundayei Vicche Namaha! Remain in that posture for
a minute till I ask you to move.
I repeated the mantra in my mind. There was pin drop silence as I remained in th
at posture with my arms
embracing Uday s back and my heavy mammaries rubbing his chest. Uday s hands were am

ply feeling the smooth

skin of my waist and up along my midriff. Obviously standing in this posture was
making me very uncomfortable and due to the stimulation I was pressing my boobs
more and more onto his body.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Good job Beti. So just see Anita, it s not that diffic
ult. Is it? Sanjeev: Madam, you did very well. Keep it up! You will surely succe
ed!
Was I feeling confident getting such encouraging comments? But within myself, sh
edding all shyness, I was getting charged up for more already!
Guru-ji: Okay, now Beti, hug Uday as you do to your husband on bed, i.e. hug him
tighter. Me: O okay Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Uday, you also hold Anita in your arms as if she is your wife.
Before I could do anything, I felt Uday pressing on my body closely and
me tight. Automatically my
embrace on him also got tighter resulting a full frontal pressing of my
his. I felt very, very uncomfortable like that because I was habituated
hugs from Rajesh behind closed doors of my bedroom, but here I was very
re that people were watching me; so my movements got rather limited.

hugging
body on
to such
much awa

Guru-ji: Uday, come on! Give her the feel that you are her husband.
Uday now started to brush his face on my neck and into my silky hairs. I could f
eel his nose and lips brushing my shoulder while his arms got tighter on my body
circumference. My boobs got tightly pressed now on Uday s body and certainly I wa
s feeling the heat of his embrace, though I was still rather tentative to go all o
ut due to
natural shyness. Uday s left hand slide to my ass now and roamed on my fleshy ass.
My skirt was slightly getting up due to his hand movement and I tried to stop t
hat by holding Uday s hand.
Guru-ji: Beti, what s this? Are you still undecided? Treat Uday as your husband
He noted my movement and alerted me! He was truly an antaryami ! I quickly removed
my hand off his hand and pushed my body more into his body to show that I was no
t undecided. Uday continued to enjoye my almost naked back (except for my choli)
and my skirt-covered round buttocks amply.
Guru-ji: Om Eim Hrim Klim Chamundayei Vicche Namaha! As per the protocol, you bo
th remain in this posture for a
minute.
I repeated the mantra though my mind was already getting wayward due to this phy
sical stimulation. Uday also
must have been stimulated quite a bit through this hug- honestly any male would
enjoy hugging my plumpness! Uday naturally had started breathing heavier and was
now strongly rubbing his face on my shoulder and neck. Also I
could feel his rigid cock through his dhoti now! I somehow controlled my emotion
s to his very intimate hug, as I was getting vivid recaps in my mind of that boa
t escapade!
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Great! Beti, the first two steps completed and now a
re you ready for the next stage? I somehow nodded as my whole body was as if heat
ing up in this Mantra Daan phenomenon.
Guru-ji: O-k-a-y Beti! Get ready for the next segment - the kiss.
My God! What was he saying! I will be kissed in front of all! Guru-ji probably d
eliberately paused to see my reaction and I tried my best to maintain my composu
re before Guru-ji, but honestly I was skipping a beat inside!
Guru-ji: Beti, as in real life, here also the male would kiss first and then the
female would reply. So Uday will kiss you first and then you will get your turn
Beti. Okay?

Me: Ohokay I mean okay.

My voice was hoarse in excitement! After I became adult, I was never I kissed in
front of another person. This was
virtually a public kissing affair, as four other persons were present when I wou
ld be kissed on my lips! I do
remember that while we were on our honeymoon, Rajesh did occasionally hug and br
ush his lips on my face in public,
but never like this!
Guru-ji: Uday, as you kiss, your hands should be on Anita s hips I mean on the glob
es of her hips. I hope you are getting me? I think they are broad enough and you
can rest them there. Ha ha ha And Anita, for this step your job is to just tight
ly embrace him - that s all!
For the first time in my life, I was getting instructions regarding lovemaking!
It sounded so very jarring and
bizarre! Thank God! My eyes were tied otherwise I would have died in shame doing
this in front of five adult males!
Guru-ji: Uday, you can go ahead.
Uday hardly gave me any time to react and simply jumped on my lips. He took my l
ips in his mouth and started sucking them and carried me to a wild height instan
tly.
Me: Uuuuuuummmm . Ummmmm ..
That s all I could utter as his lips grounded strongly on my tender pink lips. He
put my tongue into my mouth and
was kissing as if my husband was kissing me! Simultaneously since he was pressin
g and squeezing my gaand with both hands, I was getting more excited and I could
clearly feel his palms stretched out on my butt cheeks measuring every inch of
it! I was unable to control myself and my legs were getting parted out of natura
l sexual stimulation. As he continued to suck my lips and probe his tongue deep
into my mouth, he pressed me close to his body making my firm round tits push ha
rd on his flat chest.
Guru-ji: Om Eim Hrim Klim Chamundayei Vicche Namaha! Uday, do not leave her lips
for another sixty seconds!
I repeated the mantra in my mind and was practically gasping for breath, as I ha
d never experienced such a long intense kiss in recent times! Its not that I had
not experienced long kisses in my married life, but in recent times my husband
was more keen to just fuck rather than a long romantic kiss.
Uday on the other hand was focussed on the kiss only and he was now intensely hu
gging me in my standing posture.
I was naturally responding to him greatly though was still somewhat hesitant due
to the presence of Guru-ji and
others in the Puja-ghar. My whole body arched as Uday pressed on me and I was un
questionably succumbing slowly
to this hot act.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Excellent. Anita, did you enjoy that? If you do not
enjoy, you cannot deliver your best in front of Linga Maharaj!
Though the kiss was over, I was unable to get out of that. Very rarely in my rea
l life Rajesh leaves me like this
after a kiss. He surely would either go for my blouse or lift my sari to my head
by now! But nothing of that sort
happened here.
Me: Ye

hes I mean yes.

Guru-ji: Did Uday match your husband?

I could not stop smiling at this question and my face was obviously all red in s
hyness.
Guru-ji: Good. Your smile says that you are enjoying this Mantra Daan episode. N
ext is the opposite sex kiss, i.e.
Beti, you will have to kiss Uday now. Okay? And mind you it should be a full fle
dged kisss as you do to your husband
on bed.
I meekly nodded.
Guru-ji: Uday, you will just hold Anita s waist and this time she would do the res
t. Uday: Okay Guru-ji.
Uday held my waist and was standing in front of me as I approached his lips. Tho
ugh my eyes were tied, I could
easily figure out where his lips were and took them gently in my lips. I realize
d he was trying to pull me more
towards him by my waist and in no time my whole body weight was on him. This act
ion made me hornier also and I
held his face in my palms and started kissing him passionately. The best part wa
s I felt like kissing him and that
made my task easier, otherwise it would really have been a very shameful affair
to kiss an unknown male like this.
I was feeling very tight inside my brassiere now as my boobs had grown more in o
bvious excitement. I could feel
Uday had begun to gyrate his hips so that I could feel his erect lund. I was get
ting so so thrilled and energized
that I started shedding my inhibitions totally and started probing my tongue dee
p into his mouth tasting his saliva.
And then suddenly .
There was a round of claps! I was so surprised that I stopped for a moment.
Guru-ji: Don t stop Beti! That clap was to encourage you as you are doing a very g
ood job. Carry on just carry on! Linga Maharaj would be very satisfied. Jai Linga
Maharaj!
I was so stranded by that sudden applaud that my mind was unable to think anythi
ng and I just followed Guru-ji s instruction. I pressed my lips again on Uday s.
Myself a housewife - 30 years of age - coming to the ashram for treatment - now
kissing an this man whom I did not know a week ago and getting a standing applau
se for that from other people! Simply unthinkable! How was I doing this I myself
was puzzled to understand.
Uday was triggering me by pinching and pressing my waist constantly so that I ki
ss him more vehemently. He was also rolling his tongue inside my mouth and it wa
s indeed a great feeling for me!
Guru-ji: Om Eim Hrim Klim Chamundayei Vicche Namaha! Last few seconds Anita
I repeated the mantra in my mind and simultaneously wondered when
s my husband in standing posture! I hardly remember because every
the past few months it was always on bed. Always. I wish I would
m more often standing or at least invited him to kiss me standing
ause it was
generating a great deal of sexual feelings in me!
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Good job Beti. Thanks Uday!

did I last kis

time we met in
have kissed hi
more often bec

I was a bit surprised hearing

ificance.

Thanks Uday

from Guru-ji, but soon realized its sign

Guru-ji: Beti as I said earlier that Mantra Daan and Yoni Puja will go hand in h
and and now that the first part of Mantra Daan is complete, I will start the Yon
i Puja.
Me: O Okay Guru-ji.
I could hardly utter that as I was panting heavily. I was reluctant to adjust my
choli as it revealed much of my
boobs now due to my heavy breathing. Guru-ji immediately started some Sanskrit m
antra and I could feel he was
throwing flowers at my feet. This went on for a minute or so and then he came ve
ry near to me. I realized that as I heard the mantras from very near me, in fact
, from near my feet! It was indeed an awkward situation as my eyes were tied and
I shuffled a bit over the mattress.
Guru-ji: Beti, do not move. Stand still.
I was sure now that Guru-ji had come by the edge of the mattress for sure. He wa
s continuing with his mantras and throwing flowers at my feet, to be precise now
the flowers were striking my thighs and knees!
Guru-ji: Beti, remain in this posture as you will get the lotus touch now. Me: Wha
t what is that Guru-ji?
I barely could ask, still trying to get out of my

hot

encounter with Uday.

Guru-ji: Beti, Lotus is regarded as the symbol of divine austerity and of celest
ial beauty. And you must be knowing
that Lotus is also the seat of Brahma. So the touch of Lotus would certainly lea
d you to your desired direction.
Saying that he started to move and roll the lotus flower on my feet and slowly p
ushed it upwards along my smooth naked legs.
Me: He he he . Ish

It s

it s tickling me

Guru-ji.

I could not stop giggling in a loud way getting the subtle touch of the lotus on
my legs.
Guru-ji: Beti, don t act like a child! You are matured enough! Sanjeev, hold her h
ands so that she does not shuffle on the mattress.
Immediately I felt Sanjeev s strong hands on my arms and he almost stood glued to
my body pressing his crotch on
my large protruding bottoms. I stood there like a statue as I clearly felt Sanje
ev s lund touching my round ass.
Guru-ji: Getting Sanjeev s feel will do good to you Beti, as he would act as your
husband in the next session of Mantra Daan. You can know your new husband before
hand! Ha ha ha
As I heard the other males also laughing my head almost spun hearing that. After
Uday, I would now have to act hot and intimate with another male?!?
My God! I never had a clue regarding this!
Guru-ji very cleverly did not give me a chance to ponder and react on that, as I
instantly became very conscious when I felt the Lotus flower approaching the he
m of my miniskirt. Though I was not able to see, Guru-ji must be crouching just
in front of my skirt-front!
Guru-ji: Now this Lotus will touch the actual Lotus, i.e. your Yoni, Beti.

The lotus was now brushing my upper thigh area inside my skirt! Guru-ji must hav
e pushed his hand inside my miniskirt to do that!
Ishhhhhhhh!
I closed my eyes in utter shame (though my eyes were already tied up).
Now Guru-ji made the Lotus flower brush my entire upper thigh (both legs). As he
did that his hand brushed my warm naked thighs abundantly making me hiss like a
snake in exhilaration! Guru-ji pressed the lotus flower on my pussy over my pan
ty and chanted some Sanskrit mantra. It was s-u-c-h an odd feeling inside my ski
rt!
Guru-ji: Beti, as you can understand, the flower must touch your Yoni in actual
and the Yoni Puja must be directed to your uncovered Yoni.
I got the signal very clearly; Guru-ji wanted me to remove my panty!
Guru-ji: If you agree I can pull it down, otherwise you can also open your panty
if you are comfortable doing that
yourself.
Me: I

I mean

I fumbled miserably and felt very anxious in front of all these males. My lips h
ad dried up and my heart was beating very fast. I just wondered how could I open
my panty in front of five males!
Guru-ji: Beti, don t panic! I am not asking you to open your skirt; you just need
to pull out your panty from beneath it. The skirt will cover you still. So, don t
worry!
Me: Ye

yes I can understand

but but Guru-ji

Guru-ji: Do one thing, you go to the corner of the room and open it. I think tha
t way you will be comfortable. Sanjeev, take her there.
Guru-ji s voice was cold as steel and there was no way I could protest to that. Me
: O okay. Thanks Guru-ji.
Sanjeev was already holding my hands and was constantly pushing his crotch on my
round ass and he now took me to one of the corners of the room.
Sanjeev: Madam, you can open it here. You are facing the wall too, so
My mind was not working any more! It was a hopeless situation for me. My lower e
xtremities seemed to have frozen
as I tried to pull my panty down from under my skirt. I tried to keep the skirt
in place and tried to pull my panty
down. But since I was standing near the fire for so long, I had sweated a lot an
d my panty stuck on my large ass
cheeks. I had to waggle my hips significantly to get it down and all the five ma
les must have been enjoying my
panty-removal scene to the hilt. I stooped down to pull my panty down to my ankl
es and then came out of it.
Guru-ji: That s great Anita! You did that quite fast! I have seen many women here
who took a hell lot of time
removing their panties out of shyness. Sheer shyness! But you will be surprised
to note that - not many years ago women had to attend this Maha-yagya absolutely naked. Bilkul Nangi!

Guru-ji gave a mild pause.

Guru-ji: You know Anita, the good thing about married ladies is that if they rem
ain naked for sometime, they get habituated and later don t feel shy at all. So it
has always been smooth for me to conduct Yoni Puja with married women, but virg
in girls pose a lot of problems. They resist to everything you ask for isn t it San
jeev?
Sanjeev: Yes Guru-ji. We have had 4-5 cases and for all of them, you know Madam,
we had a very tough time. They refuse to go along with any revelation - whether
it s about opening their choli, or ghagra, or their undergarments. Even they look
so strongly if we touch them during the Puja as if they will vaporize you! Ha h
a ha
Guru-ji: Yes, but you cannot blame them Sanjeev for that! They are not exposed t
o that life which married ladies like Anita are. Isn t it? What do you say Anita?
I was only able to nod as I was virtually shattered mentally the way I was expos
ed and humiliated in this puja-ghar!
Guru-ji: Actually I cannot understand one thing - when a married woman agrees fo
r Yoni Puja, she must be aware
that the Puja is directed towards her Yoni and then how can she keep it covered
wearing a panty all the time! Isn t
it?
As I listened to him, I blushed more and more. My face drooped, as I could not s
hed the thought that Guru-ji, along with his four disciples viewed my panty-remo
val scene from such close proximity!
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, please bring her back here.
There was no need to help me and I walked down myself to the mattress again sham
elessly - pantyless - and everyone very much aware of it!
Guru-ji: Let me finish the Lotus Touch and then we would proceed with Mantra Daa
n again.
Saying that Guru-ji just casually put his hand again inside my miniskirt and mad
e the Lotus flower touch my choot. I felt so very bare inside and was utterly co
nscious this time. He brushed the lotus flower on my fully naked choot methodica
lly and for a pretty long time, making me breathless, while he chanted Sanskrit
mantras!
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Okay Beti, done! With the divine touch of the Lotus
you will blossom more. As I told you Beti, Uday s role as your husband is over, an
d Sanjeev will take his place.
Sanjeev now positioned me to face him by holding my arms and waist. He was stand
ing rather close to me as I could feel his breathing already!
Guru-ji: Beti, in lovemaking hugging is a very essential part and we will start
this session with that again.
Hardly could Guru-ji complete his words, Sanjeev put his arms around my back and
pulled me towards him. Naturally I was rather hesitant and stiff to get intimat
e this time. It was hardly 10 minutes that a different male hugged and kissed me
! How could I adjust so quickly? I was not a randi afterall!
But Sanjeev tried to make the best of this opportunity and embraced me tightly a
nd immediately I could feel his hands sliding down my midriff towards my fleshy
pumpkin ass. He was very intelligent and he knew as I was not wearing a panty in
side my skirt now and he could easily feel the contours of my bottoms very evide
ntly over my skirt. He began to feel my completely bare buttocks with both hands
amply over the thin fabric of my skirt.
Honestly as the rubbing, pressing, and cupping went on for some seconds, I was a

lso unable to hold my resistance for long. Guru-ji also was acting as the cataly
st for Sanjeev!
Guru-ji: Anita, what s this! Do you remain like this when your husband loves you?
Be open! Why are you trying to protect your breasts?
I felt so ashamed hearing that comment, as I in fact was trying to protect my bo
obs from getting directly pressed on Sanjeev s chest, and I immediately removed my
arms from there and embraced him. Sanjeev also welcomed this with a kiss on my
neck as my both boobs now pressed openly on his chest. Sanjeev was making me aro
used very
quickly as he was constantly cupping my firm butt flesh with his hands over my s
kirt. I was feeling very, very
uncomfortable as I was pantyless and constantly shuffled on the mattress.
Me: Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .

I shamelessly shouted and moaned as Sanjeev gave a series of squeezes on my gaan

d as if he was blowing the cyclerickshaw horn!
Guru-ji: Om Eim Hrim Klim Chamundayei Vicche Namaha! One more minute.
Though I was heavily charged up, I did not miss to repeat the mantra. Unlike Uda
y, Sanjeev was very much forceful and he was hugging me more tightly and the way
he was continuously caressing my ass cheeks, surely my buttocks have gotten red
by this time! I was well greased up sexually and surprisingly was feeling an ur
ge from within to get more! Certainly I was not having this feeling initially wh
en Uday was cuddling me, but definitely something was
happening within me - I could clearly realize.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Good work Anita and Sanjeev! Now Anita you will unde
rgo the most common part in lovemaking, which has been missing so far. Can you g
uess that?
I looked blank because I was more concerned of my increasing heartbeat, boosted
blood flow, and the overwhelming feeling that was generating within myself for i
ntimacy!
Guru-ji: Anita, you being a married woman definitely should have answered it. An
yway, it s the very integral part of
lovemaking and till now you have not experienced that- your breasts are still un
touched! Sanjeev
Before Guru-ji could complete his words fully, he simply hugged me from the fron
t and this time his right hand
directly grabbed my left boob. I felt as if something was exploding inside me; d
efinitely it was not due to my boob
pressing.
I was unable to figure out that it was the soluble sex-enhancing drug that I had
gulped along with the charanamrit!
I hugged Sanjeev in a way as if I had never hugged a male! I seemed to be rejuve
nated with high energy and was bubbling to have more. Sanjeev openly kneaded my
left mammary and was feeling my boob s tightness with his
fingers and palm. Four other males were enjoying my shameless act with him! I wa
s feeling so hot that I myself adjusted my body very evidently so that he could
squeeze my boob more comfortably and within the wink of an eye Sanjeev s hand was
almost inside my choli!
Immediately there was another round of applause from Nirmal, Rajkamal, and Uday!
Astonishingly instead of getting a blush out of shyness, I felt more inspired b
y the clap! For the first time, I myself tried to trace Sanjeev s lips to get a ki
ss.

Guru-ji: Om Eim Hrim Klim Chamundayei Vicche Namaha!

I did not know how I was still able to repeat the mantra in my mind! Sanjeev rea
lizing that there was only about one
minute left of this part of Mantra Daan, he was making love to me more vehementl
y. He was knocking hard on my
pussy with his erect dick. Since I was pantyless, the effect was very prolific,
and I was thoroughly enjoying it.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Excellent job Anita! You will surely please Linga Ma
haraj! Now the next part. Beti, as
you experience with your husband on bed, its exactly the same here too. When lov
emaking heats up, you have to be more physical, and the barrier of clothes slowl
y gets to minimum. The good thing is that you have already opened your panty you
rself and so just enjoy .
Sanjeev: Guru-ji, shall I open Madam s choli now?
Guru-ji: Yes, but first I want Anita to kiss her new husband, because Sanjeev se
ems to be having dry lips! Ha ha
ha
Sanjeev again pulled me onto his body and this time I grabbed his waist pressing
my juicy boobs blatantly onto his chest. I touched his thick lips on mine and s
tarted sucking them.
Guru-ji: Open her choli now Sanjeev .
I was in no position to react or protest, as I was fully engrossed in my own ove
rdosed sexy feelings. I could feel two hands grabbing my ripe boobs and hastily
trying to open the hooks of my choli. Sanjeev was not a skillful
worker and tore two hooks of my choli before he could open all the hooks. He for
ced out his lips off my mouth so that he could compel me out of my choli.
Guru-ji: Terrific! Throw that in the sacred agni! Jai Linga Maharaj! Jai ho!
Sanjeev threw my choli in the yagya fire and I stood in front of everyone just c
lad in my strapless bra, which was so small that it was just hiding my boob areo
las and nipples and exposing more than 50% of my flesh over it! The strangest pa
rt was that I was not feeling a tinge of shame and was enjoying the whole thing
now!
Guru-ji: Anita, if he has opened your choli, you should take away his dhoti! Ha
ha ha
I was unable to see him as my eyes were tied and so Sanjeev himself helped me ta
ke away his dhoti from his waist. He took my hand onto his hard naked dick and m
ade me feel that.
And there was another round of applause as I stroked his bare cock! Sanjeev agai
n hugged me very tight and this
time his erect cock was poking me very offensively over my skirt. He locked his
lips into mine initiating another
passionate kiss.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, show her bare ass to every one!
What? For a moment I could not believe what I heard, but honestly my mind was ju
st not working! I just continued to respond to Sanjeev s lip-to-lip kiss while he
pulled up my miniskirt to reveal my macro-sized bare pumpkin ass to Guru-ji and

his disciples. The way they roared and encourage Sanjeev made me feel for a mome
nt that they were in fact treating me like a randi!
Guru-ji: Om Eim Hrim Klim Chamundayei Vicche Namaha! One more minute!
Was there any significance of the mantra any more? I somehow managed to repeat i
t as Sanjeev sucked my lips
while he continuously cupped and squeezed my large ass cheeks with both hands pu
lling up my miniskirt to my waist.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Mind blowing Anita! You are doing very well Beti! Te
ll me one thing, are you wet down there fully?
I was so dazed by the question that I could not reply anything at the first go.
Guru-ji: Beti, I am asking that after this lovemaking dose from Uday and Sanjeev
, are you not wet there? Me: Ye ye yes Guru-ji ve very much.
Guru-ji: Good. That s what I want. Now Mantra Daan will provide you a unique exper
ience.
He paused, probably wanted me to ask about that. I was somewhat out of breath as
my blood was gushing through the veins, and I was feeling e-x-t-r-e-m-e-l-y exc
ited.
Me: What is that Guru-ji?
Guru-ji: While your husband makes love with you, he is the only male who caresse
s your body, but now in this part of Mantra Daan, you will have two males giving
you pleasures.
Me: What?
Guru-ji: Yes Beti. I can bet - you will love it. You can just it imagine this wa
y that you have two partners who want to make love with you! Ha ha ha Rajkamal wi
ll join you and Sanjeev.
What an indecent proposal! I stood there with my mouth half open still not reali
zing fully what I was hearing! Rajkamal: Jai Linga Maharaj!
Sanjeev: Jai Linga Maharaj!
Before I could even react properly to this proposal, I felt two grownup males hu
gging me - one from the front and
the other from behind. It was an awesome feeling as four hands grabbed and hugge
d me and I lovingly melted
within those!
Guru-ji: Rajkamal, what is this? Open your dhoti! My Beti must be able to feel t
wo lunds!
Rajkamal who was hugging me from the front opened his dhoti off his waist and re
adily pressed his crotch on my
pussy area, while Sanjeev s already erect dick was poking my ass crack pretty vigo
rously. Sanjeev was hugging me from the back tightly and his hands forced my han
ds to go up and encircle Rajkamal s neck so that the sides of my boobs remained un
protected and he made the most of it.
Guru-ji: Arre Beta Rajkamal, kiss your wife! You have every right to taste her l
ips being her new husband Ha ha
ha
I was myself dazed at my performance with two males! Rajkamal as if was waiting

for that instruction only and

quickly sneaked his tongue onto my soft lips and started tasting them. Then he t
ook my lips into his and started
kissing me.
It was just too much! I was going mad - this was the third male who was kissing
me in a span of just 20-25 minutes! I myself failed to understand how was I tole
rating all this! The situation was trending towards a point where
anyone could do anything with me in this yagya room!
While Rajkamal was kissing and biting my tender lips, I could feel his young lun
d was getting hard in excitement and
was now banging on my pussy door pushing my skirt. It was an impossibly c-r-a-zy situation with two completely
naked males groping me heavily. Naturally my pussy was very wet as my body was g
etting the feel of two erect
dicks on my body!
Guru-ji: Om Eim Hrim Klim Chamundayei Vicche Namaha!
By now everyone was aware that once Guru-ji utters the mantra there was one minu
te left of that session. I was
virtually sandwiched by the two males as they heard the warning bell and I repea
ted the mantra in my mind.
Me: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh

.. Uiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Oucccccccccccccccchhhhhhhhh

I was emitting all sorts of vulgar sounds as Rajkamal and Sanjeev were piercing
my youthful flesh. Without any
hesitation they were touching me at my intimate parts and four hands practically
raped me in my standing posture without actually fucking me! Sanjeev was the mo
re desperate of the two and he pushed out his hands from below my armpits and no
w inserted them straight into my bra! He could easily feel my naked globes clasp
ed in my bra and invaded them with great vigor. At one point it seemed to me tha
t it was not my bra, which was holding my big
boobs, but it was his palms doing the job!
Me: Uiiiiiiiiiiiiii

.. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

.. Urreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Rajkamal was not far behind as he licked, sucked, and bite my lips time and agai
n while his free hands were roaming on my body with his young erect dick was pok
ing me very impolitely on my wet pussy.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! What a great performance Anita!
The two males left me and I was looking horrible as they left me. I could realize
that my left boob was almost completely out of my brassiere and exposed to every
one. My skirt at my back was also bunched up at the
waistband, which Sanjeev must have done while fucking my gaand with his lund all
this time. Thus my whole round gaand and my left breast was totally exposed to
all the males present there. My entire body was aching so much with sexual desir
es that I was reluctant to even cover me up properly! I had not lost all senses
(I wondered how) and hence tried to gather my composure back and pulled down my
skirt and also pushed my left tit inside my bra. But the most peculiar thing was
I was continuously getting stimulated - not only by the touches of these males
but also due to my awareness of my exposure to multiple adults!
Guru-ji: Were you able to repeat the mantra Beti? Quite a natural question, I th
ought!
Me: Ahhhh . Ye

yes Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Good! That s very important. Anyway, by now if you were in bed, your husb
and must have drilled your choot!

Ha ha ha...
Sanjeev: Guru-ji, any male finding Madam in this state could not have resisted b
ut to fuck her. She is a sex bomb! What do you all say?
Uday and Rajkamal chorused Sure! Sure!
A round of laughter followed that and honestly my head was spinning listening to
such vulgar talks from the Godman and his disciples.
Guru-ji: Anyway, jokes apart, Anita, I am sure you enjoyed that twosome affair t
horoughly. I had no control on what I was doing and I smiled shamelessly and nod
ded.
Guru-ji: Okay, now you have another new husband! Nirmal. Thank to God Beti that
you don t have so many husbands in real life, otherwise in one week your choot wou
ld have become a canal . Ha ha ha
I was standing like a statue only, not even reacting. What was Guru-ji up to? Af
ter this, will he ask the whole village to come and kiss me?!!?
Nirmal: But Guru-ji
Guru-ji: Yes, I know Nirmal. Anita, I will have to make a special provision for
your new husband for his short height. He will use a stool to show his love to y
ou.
Me: What?
I could not stop laughing now.
Guru-ji: Beti, unfortunately, he is not blessed with tallness and I request you
to be a little sympathetic to him.
I smiled again forgetting my compromised state completely. It must have been som
e sight - a man climbing up a stool to make love to me! Thankfully I missed the
scene as my eyes were still tied.
Guru-ji: Rajkamal, you now to go Anita s backside.
Suddenly I felt a new pair of hands on my body. That dwarf! Nirmal. That clumsy
fool! He got the opportunity to
caress me! I felt his rough lips touching my lips straightway and he held me by
my arms and his fingers immediately
started pressing my half-exposed mammaries! Nirmal took his time and slowly exer
ted pressure on my lips as he
began to suck them. Rajkamal was not idle of course! Immediately he lifted my sk
irt from my back and exposed my
ass cheeks and started tracing my ass crack with his lund! Simultaneously the ro
uge was cupping my ass cheeks with
both hands.
It seemed to me that I was breaking all records of randi-giri in this Puja-ghar!
I was being kissed by the fourth
man in hardly half an hour s time! Nirmal felt my firm tits with his hands while h
is tongue went deep inside my
mouth licking the insides of my whole mouth. He then moved his lips all over my
face and went down to my neck and
shoulder.
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu .. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
e!

Oh! Orrrrreeeeeeee

I can t take it

Nirmal easily traced my nipples, which had already grown to their maximum resili
ent size, and he started twisting

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them thoroughly from over the fabric of my brassiere. I was almost pushed to the
brink and was so excited getting further male touches that I held Rajkamal s erec
t dick and tried to push it in my choot!
Guru-ji: Om Eim Hrim Klim Chamundayei Vicche Namaha! Last few seconds
I could barely repeat the mantra, as my head seemed to be just blank . Nirmal and R
ajkamal used their free willpower to invade my jawani and left not an inch of my
almost naked body unexplored.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Fantastic Anita! She deserves a big round of applaus
e from all of you for being so cooperative!
I was warmly greeted by claps from Guru-ji s four disciples.
Guru-ji: Beti, you have successfully completed the Mantra Daan and now I will co
mplete the Yoni Puja. Rajkamal, do me a favor, open her eyes now!
Me: Guru-ji Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh . Please have mercy on me .
I was so desperate that I was virtually begging for a fuck now!
I felt a pair of hands opening my cloth strip from over my eyes. For a moment ev
erything looked so blurred, but as some time passed, I was able to see everythin
g clearly. Automatically my eyelids dropped as my eyes met each of Guru-ji s disci
ples. I did not even know any of them just a week ago and today they all had kis
sed me and caressed my most intimate body parts, which only a female can share t
o his husband.
As I was able to see everything loud and clear, I felt so very ashamed!
Momentarily the sexual urge in me got beaten by my rational senses, though it wa
s pretty much short-lived. Briefly
I visualized the images of my home, my family, my husband, my neighborhood - all
blinked up before my eyes. The
daily illustrations of myself giving tea to my father-in-law in veiled state, ca
rrying out Puja with my mother-in-law,
decently covered up attire when I go to neighbor s house, the love of Rajesh . every
thing as if flashed upon my
eyes.
And, when I see myself here in the Puja-ghar - I distrusted myself sensing the s
tunning contradiction that I have undergone! I am standing in front of five male
s in an almost nude state - pantyless, choli-less and groped, kissed, and caress
ed heavily by all of them! How could I allow this? Have I gone out of my head?
In spite of my initial very strong thoughts I was slowly overtaken by my stimula
ted physical condition. The sexual urge within me (due to my drugged state, unkn
own to me) was slowly overshadowing all my positive thoughts.
I as if woke up by Guru-ji s loud reverberating voice.
Guru-ji: Beti, don t feel shy. Every woman who undergoes this Yoni Puja has to go
through this. I have seen so many married ladies shedding their last clothes the
mselves in sheer excitement during Mantra Daan. In fact, being a young housewife
, you have done much better than them!
I was still unable to meet eyes with any of the males present there including Gu
ru-ji. Guru-ji: Beti, come near me. Let me complete your Yoni Puja!
Guru-ji was holding some flowers in his hands and now he started chanting mantra
s in Sanskrit as I stepped
forward to him. I was still standing on the white mattress while Guru-ji was sit
ting by the side of it. He now did
something very surprising! He took the platform on which the Linga replica was p
laced and indicated me to stand on
it!

Me: I will stand

on that?!

Guru-ji: Yes Beti, as now you will be the goddess whom I will worship! That s the
norm of Yoni Puja and this is a transformation phase from Mantra Daan to Yoni Pu
ja.
Me: But but
I was thoroughly confused.
Guru-ji: Stand on it Beti. You will now take the place of Lord Linga. He is sati
sfied by your Mantra Daan presentation.
I was not able to think deep into it and followed Guru-ji s command. I stepped on
the wooden ornamented platform where some moments ago Lord Linga was residing!
Guru-ji threw the flowers that he had in his hand on my feet. Then he took kumkum
(=red liquid used to decorate our feet) in his palm and mixed it with flowers fr
om the tray.
Me: O-u-c-h!
I could not stop emitting that exclamation (though very mildly) because as I was
standing on the pedestal, the table fan that was running near my feet made my s
kirt fly up and exposed my choot and gaand very sexily. My reaction was very nat
ural and spontaneous and it was such an awkward situation that I had to virtuall
y press my skirt to my thighs so that it did not fly.
Guru-ji: Hold these flowers in your hand Beti till I finish the Puja.
Now I had to give both hands towards Guru-ji to take the flowers and immediately
as I did that my miniskirt
started flying exposing my naked bottoms and pussy. It was indeed a sexy upskirt
scene and everyone must have
been enjoying it. I took the flowers and kept my hands right away over my skirt,
but Guru-ji s next command proved my efforts to be futile.
Guru-ji: Beti, hold the flowers in your hands in the form of prayer.
As I folded my arms for a prayer, the table fan made my miniskirt fly freely and
my juicy choot was exposed right in front of Guru-ji s face.
Guru-ji: All of you sit down around the mattress and hum this mantra: Om Eim Hri
m Klim Chamundayei Vicche
Namaha!
O my God! If all four males sit on the mattress, they would be clearly able to s
ee my big naked ass and pussy below
my flying skirt! I looked around anxiously, but could do not anything. I was cur
sing the table fan, but never realized
that it was pre-planned and placed there exactly to get this effect when the wom
an undergoing Yoni Puja stands on
the platform. I looked down for a moment to assess my condition and was shocked
to note that since I was standing
at a height (though less that a foot from the mattress) on that platform, Guru-j
i and his disciples were getting an
incredible view of my naked lower half of the body with my skirt fluttering very
naughtily. I immediately closed my
eyes and was not looking down in utter shame, but could realize that I was again
succumbing to my sexual urge,
which I somehow kept in check for some minutes with my mental strength.
Guru-ji also made me more inclined towards my urge, as he began to rub the kumku
m on my naked legs and thighs.
His hands were freely moving on my naked plump thighs exploring the insides and

the back too. I was clenching my

lips with my teeth and almost shaking in ecstasy. Guru-ji had lighted agarbattis
in his other hand and was moving
them in a bunch in front of my choot as if worshipping it! This went on for a fe
w minutes. I again started peaking as
his fingers and palms brushed my upper thighs now touching my choot!
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuu .. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Guru-ji was exploring my pussy area slowly feeling every bit of it while he was
continuously chanting mantras supplemented by his disciples humming Om Eim Hrim Kl
im Chamundayei Vicche Namaha!
Guru-ji: Beti, can you just part your legs a bit . Yeah! . Yeah! Fine.
Guru-ji checked the distance between my parted legs by inserting his fingers tou
ching my asshole! I was trembling in excitement and my juices were flowing off m
y choot. Guru-ji unmistakably could see that and I was starting to go wild when
he actually inserted his finger into my choot! Guru-ji s finger was strong, rock s
teady, and long enough to reach deep into my pussy hole. He was slowly moving hi
s erect finger in my choot feeling my tight vaginal walls and was pushing it mor
e and more inside my juicy love spot. I was going crazy and was self pressing my
tight
mammaries with my folded arms as I moaned aloud very shamelessly. I never ever h
ad experienced this sort of a long teasing in a standing posture and honestly Gu
ru-ji had a magical finger - it remained straight, it was filling up my choot ve
ry well, and its subtle circular motion inside took me out of this world.
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Guru-ji was increasing the frequency of his finger moving in and out of my choot
. His finger naturally was filled with my hot vaginal juices and I noticed his f
ace was so close to my choot now that he can actually kiss it!
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Oooooooooooooooo
. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I simply could not hold it any more (probably because of the prolonged groping b
y different men during Mantra
Daan) and started cumming. My whole body jerked and ached as my vaginal muscles
cramped on Guru-ji s inserted
finger.
Me: Oooohhhhhh .. Aaaaaaaahhhh

Eeeeeeeeiiiiii . Uuuuuuuuhhhh

I was splashing his finger with my juice and my legs getting wider and wider. My
whole body bent in my standing
posture and the table-fan now virtually made my skirt nonexistent by making it f
ly to my waist! It must have been a grand view for all of Guru-ji s disciples and
extremely teasing too! Guru-ji realizing that I have had an orgasm
slowly took out his finger from my vagina. I desperately wanted to lie down on t
he mattress and fortunately for me that s what the doctor ordered!
Guru-ji: Beti, you can lie down and relax. Sanjeev, give some more charanamrit.
She must be thirsty!
Before I lied down on the mattress, I eagerly gulped down some more charanamrit,
as I was feeling rather thirsty, not knowing at all that it would only hasten u
p my sexual urge. Sanjeev came near me and held my skirt up with one hand and wi
ped my thighs with a cloth, as they got sticky with my vaginal juices. He did it
with such a casual

approach that I was stunned as I gasped for breath after the thorough finger fuc
k. I felt exactly like my little childhood days when I was in junior school in C
lass I or II and have urinated in my school uniform and the fourth class staff w
as cleaning me pulling up my skirt!
Sanjeev also wiped off drops of juices from my choot hairs! I was depicting the
biggest ad for shamelessness
because here I was a full-bodied woman, married, 30+ and was lying on the mattre
ss with my hairy choot completely
exposed!
Guru-ji: Thanks Sanjeev.
Guru-ji gave me some time to recompose myself from the orgasm I had just now and
then started again. Till such
time I lied on the mattress with my exposed pussy, my fully bare thighs and legs
, my miniskirt twirling under my
round hips, and my boobs almost toppling off my strapless tiny brassiere. Guru-j
i was performing some archana while all his four disciples continuously gaped at m
y juicy jawani!
Guru-ji: Beti, are you in a condition to listen to me?
I was feeling much calm and relaxed now as my juices have flowed out. Me: Ye
Guru-ji.

yes

I replied from my supine position.

Guru-ji: Beti, do not allow the goal of your Yoni Puja to wipe off your head. Th
at will help you to keep focussed. As I said, you must enjoy the sexual torment
that you gather in course of it. Okay?
Me: O okay Guru-ji.
I meekly replied.
Guru-ji: Now I will guide you through the Yoni massage and Yoni Sugam, which are
not only unique but also very
exciting. I think you will like it the most - this I am telling from my years of
experience with married ladies
undergoing Yoni Puja. As I have seen previously that most ladies want to be full
y naked during this time, but that s not a compulsory condition for this stage.
What s left for me to be naked, I wondered! The whole of my lower body was bare an
d in fact the most private region of any female, her choot, was exposed - what m
ore did he want?
Guru-ji: The goal of Yoni massage is not orgasm Beti. Orgasm is often a pleasant
and a very welcome side effect,
which most females desire also, but Beti the goal is to pleasure massage the Yon
i for removing all hindrances in it.
Getting me?
I nodded from my lying posture.
Guru-ji: I hope the Yoni massage will build greater intimacy and trust among us
and will surely expand your sexual
horizons Beti so that you would be in a better position to satisfy your husband
on bed once you get back to home.
Again home? Oh No! Guru-ji again reminded me that I have a family life, which di
d not resemble in any way what I was doing now. The way I was seductively restin
g on the mattress with a heavy dose of exposure in front of these males would ha
ve been a total shock to any of my family members.

Me: Guru-ji please don t remind me of my home now

Guru-ji: Oho. I can understand, but still you should not think negative about yo
ur present state, as this is only a part of the Maha-yagya for which your mother
-in-law herself agreed when she came over here. Isn t it?
Me: Hmm true, but
Guru-ji: Anyway, lets forget that and concentrate on the massage. Me: Better Gur
u-ji.
Guru-ji now became active with the procedure of Yoni Massage. He came near me an
d made me lie on my back on the mattress with a couple of pillows under my head.
Guru-ji: Beti, I hope you would not mind if I remove your skirt now because as i
t is
Yes, as it is
le to all!

it was exposed. My 30-year-old, matured, used, hairy choot was visib

Me: Ummss (I tried to say

yes )

Guru-ji instantly opened my skirt button and threw it to a corner and made my lo
wer half of the body fully
unclothed.
Guru-ji: Anita, can you see your choot from your position? That s important in Yon
i massage.
I looked down at my pussy and yes I was able to see the thick tuft of my choot h
airs and my slit. I nodded. Guru-ji: Good. Now Beti, just lift your gaand a bit.
I will place this there for your comfort.
As I lifted my heavy buttocks off the mattress, Guru-ji placed a pillow covered
with a towel there. Then he spread my legs apart with the knees slightly bent (G
uru-ji placed cushions under my knees ass well) and this whole action readily ma
de my genitals clearly exposed and evident in front of his face.
Guru-ji: Beti, if you allow I will sit between your legs.
I parted my legs more so that he could sit in between my legs. Guru-ji sat in a
cross-legged fashion on a pillow. Everything seemed to be planned and arranged s
o neatly!
Guru-ji: Actually Beti, you know, this is the best position as it will enable me
to gain full access to your Yoni and also to other parts of your body. Now I wi
ll start. Just close your eyes once and do a prayer to Linga Maharaj so that you
r Yoni massage is successful and Yoni Sugam is smooth.
Before Guru-ji made body contact with me, I did the prayer with an anxious mind
and a throbbing heart.
Guru-ji: Now take a deep breath. Pause. Release. And then take another. And, thr
oughout this process you should take deep breaths Anita, but do not hyperventila
te. Okay?
I followed Guru-ji s instruction and he himself was also demonstrating what he sai
d to me. He gently started
massaging my naked legs, thighs, and abdomen as if in a preparation to touch my
Yoni! Except for my tits, the whole of my body was lying nude and my wheat-color
ed body was looking was as if glowing like molten gold in the light of yagya fir
e. I had closed my eyes and enjoying his touch on my body and I could clearly fe
el an additional urge from within myself to get more physical with Guru-ji!

Guru-ji: Uday, hand me over the oil.

Guru-ji now poured a small quantity of the oil on the mound of my Yoni. It was j
ust enough to drip down the outer
lips and the oil quickly covered the outside of my pussy. Guru-ji now started to
gently massage the mound and outer lips of my Yoni. Instantly I was feeling ray
s of shocks traveling all over my body. No one ever had massaged my
pussy like this before. Yes, I did receive brief periods of pussy massages from
my husband during foreplay on
different days when we met on bed, but those were very short-lived as he was alw
ays more eager to dig his pole in my hole rather than devote time to this. Natur
ally.
Guru-ji was very slow but emphatic and he was digging out the real woman out of
me! I already started to moan and moan quite loudly! His strong fingers played w
ith my pussy and I really enjoyed that to the brim. Guru-ji was
tenderly squeezing the outer lips of my pussy between his thumb and index finger
and was sliding up and down the entire length of each lip.
Me: Orreeeeeeeeeeee

Oooooooooooooooooo .

It was so, so enjoyable that I felt it was better than a long boob squeeze even!
Now Guru-ji repeated the same for the inner lips of my vagina. I was getting so
thoroughly excited that automatically my left hand got folded and
moved over my firm boobs. I moved the fabric of my bra so that I could get skin
touch my nipples and started
twisting them. I momentarily forgot that there were other four males present in
room watching me and was doing this self-stimulation act blatantly in front of a
ll!
Guru-ji was proceeding further! He was now softly stroking my clitoris with cloc
kwise and counter-clockwise circles and squeezing it between his thumb and index
fingers and of course I was very much aroused.
Me: Oooooooooooo
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu . Issssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhh Guru-ji: Beti, try to tak
e deep breaths and relax as much as possible. Me: R-el-a-x! Guru-ji Oooooooooooo .
Immediately I need a good .
Guru-ji: Okay, okay don t talk much just enjoy.
Guru-ji now slowly inserted his right hand middle finger into my pussy, which wa
s already dripping with my hot
juices. He started exploring and massaging the insides of my vagina with his fin
ger. I lifted my hips more and more in pleasure and was making loud moans. Guruji was remarkably slow and was very gentle as he felt the insides of my pussy up, down, and sideways. I wondered how could he say relax as he was fingering my c
hoot - which was
rather thirsty now as coming to the ashram I was aroused a number of times witho
ut being fucked and this time I was more than desperate. In fact my condition wa
s so hopeless that I was ready to lie down with any of the males in the room if
Guru-ji continued to act the Godman!
With Guru-ji s palm facing up and the middle finger inside my Yoni, he started mov
ing his middle finger in a "come here" gesture and honestly that made me go wild
with excitement.
Me: Orrrrrrrrreeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiii

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Uuuuuuuuuuu

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa .

Guru-ji: Shout Beti Shout and enjoy I am actually touching your G-spot now! Accord
ing to Tanta, this is the most sacred spot! Aaaaaaahhhh .
For the first time Guru-ji also seemed pretty excited! He was constantly varying
the pressure, speed, and pattern
of his finger movement. Guru-ji waited for a while at that posture as I continue
d to enjoy his touch beyond my

pubic bone.
Guru-ji: Beti, since your choot is pretty much used Me: What? Used?
Guru-ji: I mean Beti your husband has fucked you so many times after your marria
ge actually I wanted to use the word used in that context Ha ha ha Got it?
Me: Oh .
Guru-ji: So, I want to try the double-fold massage. I will insert a second finge
r in your Yoni. If you feel pain, do let me know immediately. Okay Beti?
Me: W-h-at? My God! O okay Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Don t worry Beti. Your vaginal path is quite broad like any married woman
who is used to regular fucks. He
He he
Guru-ji slowly inserted his finger that's between his middle finger and pinky fi
nger. It was an awesome feeling! Two fingers exploring my choot did not hurt me
at all, but now my vaginal path felt so full that the feeling was of a
thick tight cock inside my choot!
Me: W-o-w! G-r-e-a-t! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!
I was certainly enjoying thoroughly and was now openly shaking my hips as if I w
as actually fucked. This action
bowled me over and the increased stimulation I was getting from two fingers was
just i-n-c-r-e-d-I-b-l-e!
Now Guru-ji did something, which actually opened all gates for me, and I totally
surrendered to him. The little veil that was there among all these lewd acts sw
ept off like a dry leaf in the storm. Guru-ji casually, without even
informing me, slowly pushed his pinky finger of his right hand into my ass hole!
My initial reaction was I simply was tongue-tied. Guru-ji s right hand was doing
wonders - two fingers of that hand were in my choot while the pinky finger of th
e same hand was in my gaand hole!
I sprang up in excitement and was heavily gyrating my big gaand with shouts of l
oud grunts as I advanced towards a wild orgasm. I enjoyed this double-finger fuc
k for a couple of minutes more and honestly, by then I was eagerly wishing to ha
ve Guru-ji s whole body on mine and not just his fingers inside my cunt! I wanted
to be pressed,
crushed, squeezed, and loved by him. Guru-ji was antaryami ! He slowly pulled out h
is fingers from my cunt hole and wiped it on my naked marble-like thighs. I was
writhing in ecstasy and naturally was longing for more. I was
anxiously holding back my juices for a hotter climax.
Guru-ji: Beti, your Yoni massage is complete and I must complement you for the t
ightness you have in your choot!
I smiled again but continuously shuffled on the mattress among the pillows with
my nakedness very much evident to
everybody since I was feeling rather uncomfortable in this highly stimulated sta
te (both drug effect and Guru-ji s
fingers).
Guru-ji: No actually I mentioned that more because you are married for 3 years pl
us, but still your vaginal path is pretty tight Beti. And in fact I can say that
confidently as I do this finger exercise in every Yoni Puja. In most cases due
to excessive use by their husband, the vaginas of most married women are pretty l
oose . From that

angle, your husband is a lucky chap! Ha ha ha

I again smiled in return and surely looked like a classy randi lying naked (exce
pt for my boobs) on the white mattress in front of my customers .
Me: Guru-ji please. I
I cannot remain I mean Guru-ji I cannot remain like this any
longer Ahhhh I could not stop myself, but to plead Guru-ji shamelessly, such was
my condition.
Guru-ji: Yes Beti, I will quench your thirst!
For the first time in my whole ashram treatment process Guru-ji gave me a positi
ve signal towards intimacy! He
slowly toddled towards me as I was lying on the mattress among the pillows and j
ust then the whole room was
illuminated by powerful lights. Uday actually switched on the all lights and to
my surprise the lights were not like the ones that we use in our rooms, but rese
mbled like bulbs I saw in a photo studio. I naturally coiled up a bit as I was a
ware of my nakedness.
Me: Why Why so much light Guru-ji?
Guru-ji: Beti, its only a part of the Maha-yagya where Linga Maharaj actually se
es your Yoni Sugam process. Don t bother about those and concentrate on the pleasu
re that you are extracting.
Saying that he playfully touched my belly button while his body was nearly fully
over me. I was certainly not in a
condition to think deep on any subject because my mind was only focussed on more
physical pleasures! If I were a little conscious I could have easily understood
that so much illumination in a room is only needed for photography and from tha
t point of time everything I did was filmed on tape! My whole affair with Guru-j
i on the mattress in front of four other males was fully recorded!
Guru-ji was instantly up to his task! He directly caught the top of my brassiere
and pulled it up to reveal my fullsized matured breasts. Honestly I felt very comfortable as he freed my flesh off
my bra. My mammaries naturally had become very taut and firm during the course
of Yoni Massage. Guru-ji ran his palms very lightly over my
exposed tits and I just shuddered in implausible pleasure. He took his face near
my boobs and looked at them
closely while slowly cupping each and feeling the warmth and firmness. He could
feel the hard nipples jutting out of my boob surface on his palms, which signifi
ed that I was tremendously aroused.
Me: Ahhhhhhhhh

Please . Do something ., Guru-ji . Don t tease any more ..

I was unable to control myself and hugged him in a half-lying state. I sensed hi
s hands moved towards my back and unhooked my bra.
I was completely naked now. What a relief! That was my initial reaction when Gur
u-ji threw my bra towards his
disciples. There was a big round of clap. My 30-year-old wheat-colored gorgeous
breasts were fully exposed now to everyone. Guru-ji avoided my hug and looked at
my naked breasts intently.
Guru-ji: Anita, you have lovely breasts. They are so dense and fleshy He was chec
king my boobs with his hands and commenting.
Guru-ji: Yet so very firm and tight! Anyone would be inclined to think that your
husband does not milk you properly! He he he Really! Even after three years of m
arriage such tightness . Unbelievable!
Guru-ji rolled his hands on my naked mangoes and often twisting my large, darkis
h nipples, which were protruding
out of my tits very evidently. He continued cupping and fondling my breasts very

slowly and I was finding it very

difficult to control myself. I tried to hug him tight and my lips were licking a
nd biting Guru-ji s very broad
shoulders. I noticed immediately Guru-ji bent down over my tits and took one of
my nipples into his mouth and
started sucking upon it.
Me: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee . Ooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiii .
I was as if taken to seventh heaven the way Guru-ji was sucking my swollen nippl
e. He was not only sucking the
nipple as my husband would normally do on bed when he fucks me, but in fact Guru
-ji took the whole of the areola
of my right breast in his mouth and was sucking that while his tongue was playin
g with my nipple inside his mouth! It was just a superlative sexual feeling! My
pussy had naturally started to ooze out juices and my whole body was
squirming in extreme excitement.
Guru-ji took each of my naked breasts in turn in his mouth and sucked them adequ
ately before making me lie fully on my back on the mattress and placed him right
over my jawani.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, take away my dhoti.
I saw Sanjeev came from behind and unwrapped Guru-ji s dhoti from his waist making
him fully nanga .
The most striking part was that by now all the males present in room were all co
mpletely naked! The four disciples of Guru-ji were standing with their hanging w
onders and Guru-ji was poking his into my choot hairs!
The scene was just too awesome and obviously very much frightening for any matur
ed lady with so many naked males around.
Guru-ji now craftily slowed down the process as he started straightening my hair
s on my head and kept his palm
lovingly on my forehead. My eyes automatically closed as he stroked my forehead.
My big firm breasts were getting squashed on his broad chest as his full body w
eight was more or less on me.
Guru-ji: Beti close your eyes and relax. You must learn how to lengthen your orga
sm. Me: Guru-ji, I can t I am . I am so much excited Please do .. do it quickly .
I whispered back shamelessly.
Guru-ji: Take my tip. Hold back your breath for some moments and it will definit
ely help you lessen your intense excitement - that way you can easily satisfy a
male for a longer period of time!
I obeyed Guru-ji s instruction and held my breath back a couple of times and it re
ally helped! Amazing! Me: It works Guru-ji! It works!
I reacted like a child!
Guru-ji: I know Beti. It has to work! I have dealt with so many women throughout
these years. Ha ha ha
As my excitement lessened a bit, the normal things started to bug me. The high i
llumination in the room seemed to reveal even my skin pores!
Me: Guru-ji, the lights it s so bright
Guru-ji: Anita, I told you a tip to lengthen your orgasm, bit did not ask you to
defocus! Why are you focussing on lights? Though I can understand Nangi ho na is
liye! (=as you are naked that s why)
I blushed and smiled shyly acknowledging what he was saying was accurate. Guru-j

i now turned me to one side and began cupping my large ass cheeks with his right
hand.
Guru-ji: Hmm. Very nice! Very firm!
It exactly seemed as if he was testing vegetables at the market and commenting b
efore buying as he groped and
inspected my gaand. I was again getting too much excited as he began rubbing his
swollen cock on her fleshy
bottoms. I tried to lay still allowing Guru-ji to fondle my tender body as per h
is wish. He also parted my ass cheeks
and tried to figure out the depth of my ass crack and there were words of encour
agement from his disciples as he
did that! I noticed that Uday, Sanjeev, Rajkamal, and Nirmal were now on the mat
tress and very close to us.
It appeared
urely could
uch a state
Thankfully

to me as if I
not have gone
now that even
I was drugged

was making love in public! Had I not been drugged, I s

to this limit of shamelessness. I was compromised to s
if one by one fucks me now I could not object to that!
and hence was not able to think deep and rational.

I kept my eyes closed as Guru-ji was making his advances very emphatically and I
started to part my thighs more
and more!
Guru-ji: Kya gaand payi hai Sali! (=What a pair of buttocks this bitch has!)
Guru-ji s hands dropped down now rubbing and feeling the smoothness of my silky th
ighs and legs. Guru-ji started kissing and massaging my very well formed fair th
ighs. Guru-ji now again turned me supine and started kneading the fleshy mound o
f my thick hairy choot.
Guru-ji: Anita, you know, very few women whom I have fucked all these years has
this sort of a hairy choot. In fact
I do not like clean shaved choot, but that s probably because most of the time I g
et the opportunity to fuck conservative housewives only. Ha ha ha
I was only groaning and shuffling in excitement in utter sexual thirst not reali
zing the mask of Guru-ji was slowly falling through the crack as he preparing to
screw me hard.
Guru-ji ran his fingers all along my slit manipulating my labial swelling and te
asing my clitoris.
Me: Uuuuiiiiiiiiiiii Oooooooooorrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeee . Maaaaaaaaaaaaa .. Ooooooooooooo
ooooo . Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu .
That s all I was left with and Guru-ji along with his disciples was thoroughly enj
oying my extremely stimulated
state. I just went on widening my thighs and offered my choot fully for his acce
ss, and that too very willingly!
Guru-ji: Anita, let me see whether you are fully ready for the climax or not. Fo
lks, lets see how much Anita is eager to have my lund!
Guru-ji addressed the last few words for his disciples and immediately pushed hi
s middle finger very strongly into the slushiness of my vagina.
Me: Ooooooooooooooooooooo

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I was simply on cloud nine! O! What a feeling! I never got such a tease from Raj
esh!
I very eagerly lifted my large buttocks and accommodated Guru-ji s finger better i

n my choot reflecting my
eagerness and fervor - very, very shamelessly. And immediately there was a round
of applause by clapping from Uday, Sanjeev, Rajkamal, and Nirmal.
A literal dumfounded ambiance! I continued to act immorally in my delirium.
Guru-ji now smelled my choot like a street dog! I could feel his hot breath of m
y choot and adjacent areas and soon he just started rubbing his face on my thick
tuft of pubic hairs.
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
I was left in the seventh heaven as I felt Guru-ji s pointed nose on my choot, cho
ot hairs, and my lips . When the tip of his tongue probed into my engorged vaginal
lips, a shiver of extreme pleasure ran down the length of my body. I was dischar
ging and was surely peaking for a huge orgasm as I tossed my head on the pillow
from side to side, moaning and groaning, and gyrating my fleshy buttocks rhythmi
cally.
Guru-ji: Beti, I will do the Yoni Sugam check now. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Guru-ji told in a hoarse voice and quickly spread my naked thighs wide apart and
also pushed up both my knees to touch on either of my shoulders. I could well r
ealized I was getting positioned for the fuck and honestly I needed that badly.
My whole body was aching like anything. Guru-ji placed a pillow below my hips an
d pushed up my hairy choot on top. I looked round to note that four pair of thir
sty eyes were gaping at my spread out pussy. I must be looking utterly vulgar an
d cheap lying like that on the mattress, but yet so exciting for those males!
Guru-ji did not waste a second and placed his enormous throbbing cock at my vagi
nal opening and began to push the cock-head into my hole. I was so, so excited i
n anticipation to have that large, thick, nourished cock in my pussy that I just
kissed Guru-ji on his cheek.
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! Sssssssssssssssssssssss
I cried out in ecstasy as he slowly pushed his erect monstrous dick into my choo
t. This was the first time I was
getting fucked by another man apart from my husband! It was a paap I knew, but nei
ther my mind nor my body
was in a position to debate on that. I eagerly lifted my hips to accommodate mor
e and more of that enormous meat.
As Guru-ji s cock began to gradually slide into my choot, the upper part of his bo
dy came over my bare jiggling tits
and his face was right over mine. His lips slowly came down on me and whispering
Jai Linga Maharaj in my ears he
started kissing me. His warm thick lips took control of my lips and he started s
ucking the honey out of my full lips.
It was indeed different! The whole feeling - having the Godman on my body, his c
alm and composed lovemaking, his thick warm lips, his strong shoulders, his stou
t legs, and of course his monstrous cock. The feeling was so full , which actually
every woman desires for!
Guru-ji was stroking slowly at the beginning while he continued to kiss my lips
and his whole body was balanced on his right hand as his left arm started pressi
ng and squeezing my firm boobs. There was no big rush (unlike my husband) and th
e pleasure was so long lasting!
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Moooooooorrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeee! G-u-r-u-j-i . Mooooooorrr
rrrrrrrreeeeeeeee .
Guru-ji was enjoying my fully blossomed jawani spread on the mattress with deep
long strokes. I was as if melting under his body. I was very evidently and shame

lessly thrusting my hips to have the whole of his thick meat inside my cunt. Hon
estly I was feeling a very much filled up sensation inside my choot. My walls were
stretched to
maximum to accommodate Guru-ji s thick erect lund. I was in fact raising my buttoc
ks voluntarily and fucking
myself back and could realize his cock inching inside my wet choot!
Guru-ji: How are you feeling Anita? You must enjoy fully and do not think that y
ou are ditching your husband in any
way.
Me: Ummmmmmmmmmm . G-r-e-a-t f-e-e-l-i-n-g G-u-r-u-j-i
Guru-ji: Just enjoy Jai Linga Maharaj! Jai Linga Maharaj!
Saying that Guru-ji pushed apart my thighs still further so that my legs were pu
shed up over my head! Guru-ji kept
thrusting his lund into my tight choot with speed and force. I was heaving up an
d down on the mattress as my choot
received his forceful thrusts. I was naturally sweating heavily as Guru-ji conti
nued to pump his cock furiously (now)
into my hairy cunt.
Guru-ji: Anita, what a choot you have dear! So tight! Wow!
My body was being thrown up and down with his thrusts I was loudly moaning and b
iting my own lips hard. I was
surely getting to the discharge of my orgasm. Seeing that Guru-ji now started sl
amming his cock with full force and vigor into my choot.
Me: Ooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh ..

Guru-ji slammed into me still more deeply and I could feel the whole cock inside
my choot. Apparently I had a doubt at the back of my mind that whether I could
take Guru-ji s monstrous lund fully in my choot, but I was surprised and overjoyed
that I could take that fully into my pussy without much difficulty!
Now I wrapped my arms and thighs tight around him and I started to fuck my vagin
a upwards onto Guru-ji s penis, with such force and pressure. I knew I could not h
old it any more as I was heavily cumming. My whole body jerked as my vaginal mus
cles gripped Guru-ji s penis and I had a wide burst of my orgasm.
Me: Oooooooooooooooooo
. Mmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
.. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
oiiiiiiiiiii
I moaned deeply and very, very loudly as my vagina began to release my juices in
full force. My nails dug deep into Guru-ji s back and my thighs wrapped tighter a
nd tighter around his torso. My orgasm lasted for more than a
minute and I kept moaning throughout. And finally I collapsed breathless dead ti
red.
Guru-ji: Beti, now it s my turn to fill your barrel.
Guru-ji now was drilling me with much force tasting my womanhood fully with his
strong and enormous manhood and
my vaginal muscles gripped his cock and started pressing it to deliver the semen
. The rhythmic thrusting by Guru-ji
was making my big boobs jiggle continuously and I surely felt as if in heaven. G
uru-ji was indeed a special male as I
was pretty sure that no normal male could hold back his fluid even after drillin
g his cock for so long in my tight
choot, but Guru-ji was extraordinary. Unlike my husband, whose longivity is at m
ost 2-3 minutes in my choot (once
we both are totally charged up), Guru-ji dragged this beatutiful experience to a
lmost 10 minutes and still he was
prepared to milk me more! He was still grinding my slippery choot with his erect

tool at the same pace at which he

started, yet not ejaculated for once!
But finally Guru-ji let his own orgasm burst and he slammed his cock deep into m
ine making me feel seventh heaven.
I was shouting in excitement as I felt my choot was getting filled with his ejac
ulation. Unlike my husband, the
unloading of his semen was also unique as it was a long process (my husband is j
ust eager to offload his load into my
hole and then starts snoring!) and the thrust at which Guru-ji s cum was hitting m
y vaginal walls was just making me
drool like anything. My whole body shivered and I wrapped my arms very tight aro
und Guru-ji and hugged him.
Guru-ji: (whispered in my ears): Beti, are you happy now?
Me: Ummmmmmmmm .
I could not react anything more.
Guru-ji: My seeds will help you get pregnant Anita. Don t worry! My eyes got close
d in satisfaction and exhaustion.
Guru-ji: Anita, you are just wonderful. Even after marriage you are very tight a
nd sexy. Your husband should roam like a dog around you all day. What a fantasti
c choot you have! Ah! I was very much satisfied after a gap. It sucked out my co
ck like a vacuum cleaner. Ha ha ha
I smiled as I was listening to him with eyes closed. I was feeling so very relie
ved as I was feeling unrest within me (due to the drug effect from the charanamr
it).

I was still relishing the effects of the grand fuck by Guru-ji and was wondering
when was I last so must satisfied after an intercourse? Hardly there were days
in my married life that I extracted so much prolonged stimulation and thrill from
having sex. I thanked Guru-ji in my mind for giving me that pleasure. I still ha
d not recovered fully from my slurry state and was lying absolutely naked on the w
hite mattress in front of Guru-ji and his four disciples with my eyes closed.
Guru-ji: Beti, was this the first time getting fucked by a second person other t
han your husband?
Me: Ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Okay which means you do religiously stick to the social norms. You know
Beti, most married women who come here for Yoni Puja revealed to me that they ha
d copulated once or twice with another male apart from their husbands. But Beti,
do not hold an ill notion about them because actually most of them did that whe
n they were utterly frustrated not getting a child may be 5-7 years after marria
ge.
Me: Hmm okay

understandable.

I was replying to Guru-ji with my eyes closed. It felt so good to lie like that
on the mattress in Guru-ji s strong arms.
Guru-ji: And from my vast experience I have seen that it does work in cases wher
e the husband s sperm are weak and mostly non-motile. It does work in cases where
a matured 35-year-old woman gets a fuck within her fertile period by a younger m
ale and also vice versa as in your case. I am pretty sure the way you have under
gone all the Puja and treatment, you will surely reap the benefit.

Me: I must

Guru-ji I will die if I do not .

Guru-ji: I know Beti and since you have been so well behaved and committed in th
e ashram that I am very glad and I will ensure your gift I mean pregnancy.
I opened my eyes, smiled and nodded to express my gratitude. Guru-ji also in ret
urn and smiled at me and then gently brought down his face on me and kissed my l
ips. My lips had tasted so much of male saliva by this time that I almost forgot
how my saliva tastes! Guru-ji s thick lips sucked whatever juice was remaining in
my lips, though there was hardly any due to the invasion by so many males in su
ch a short time!
Guru-ji: You know Beti, most of the women who came to me for Maha-yagya got preg
nant after getting back home and surely you would be no exception. Yes, I need t
o check for certain other things later and I feel you won t mind that.
Me: Of course not Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Okay. Now that Mantra Daan, the Puja, Yoni Massage and Yoni Sugam are c
omplete and with satisfactory results, we will wrap up with the Jan Darshan. Tak
e a little rest and then we will do that. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Guru-ji alighted from the mattress kissing me on my forehead, as I lay there on
the mattress in bright yellow light in front of his disciples.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev give her the medication and Beti you just relax while I will be
back in five minutes.
Sanjeev handed me a cup in which he had poured a green colored medicine.
The taste of the fluid was great and as it passed through my throat it gave me a
very satisfying feeling along with a cool effect. Since I was still not 100% ou
t of the effect of that drug (mixed in charanamrit) as well as the very impressi
ve fucking that I just enjoyed with Guru-ji, I preferred to close my eyes and re
st for a while on the mattress. Honestly I was eagerly recapping Guru-ji s wonderf
ul calm and lengthy style of fucking.
Sanjeev: Lets move to this side so that Madam doesn t feel disturbed.
I could sense without opening my eyes that Sanjeev and others moved towards the
door of the puja-ghar. I was feeling sleepy though was quite conscious. I was st
ill stark naked
my choot, thighs, belly, navel, tits everything was exposed in t
he bright light of the room. It s not that I was not aware of that, but the effect
of Guru-ji s fuck was so mesmerizing that I forgot about my nakedness and preferr
ed to rest and revisit the enjoyable moments.
Sanjeev, Uday, Nirmal, and Rajkamal were gossiping amongst themselves in a low t
one and all parts of their conversation was not reaching me also. In fact initia
lly I did not pay any attention to what they were saying, but as I heard some ph
rases, I automatically got inclined to listen to them.
Nirmal: What do you think? This Madam looks so beautiful, how can she have a pro
blem?
Sanjeev: It s not Madam who has the problem probably. Her husband seems to be havi
ng problems with his ability.
Uday: Surely, she has the tightness of a teenager!

Sanjeev: Kya re! Which teenager did u taste my dear in recent times?
Uday: Ha ha No, I am just saying
eet sixteen!

true! It s been so long that I have not fucked a sw

Sanjeev: See his desire! Sala Sweet sixteen! Dhoondte reh jaoge!
Rajkamal: Why? Have you all forgotten Asha?
Sanjeev: Oh! How can I forget her! Kya maal thi yaar! Alas! None of us could fuc
k her!
Rajkamal: True! But I still visualize her small hairy choot and tight apples and
masturbate.
Nirmal: I wish Asha comes here in the future for any problem

He he

Uday: Still! We should be happy that we were able to see that sexy maal fully na
ked.
Rajkamal: Uuuuuh! Kya doodh thi!
Uday: Pio glass full! Ha ha ha
Rajkamal: I wish I could fuck her and definitely she would prefer me due to my a
ge.
Sanjeev: Huh! Drink your age and be happy! Sala!
Nirmal: But friends, this Madam is also very attractive considering she is matur
ed and married too.
Sanjeev: Uh! Yes, that I admit! Even after so many fucks, I am amazed to see the
tightness of Sali s tits!
Nirmal: Uuuuh! Yes, she has rubber-tight breasts did you notice her nipples! Uhh
Always in attention pose! Ha ha ha
Sanjeev: If I were her husband, I would have sucked them all night!
Rajkamal: With your height, you can only daydream of that Nimal bhaiya!
Ha ha ha

There was a roar of laughter.

Nirmal: Shut up! Why? Did Priya Madam not told in front of everyone that she lov
ed me
Sanjeev: Nati Priay s love for
Nirmal: Don t call her nati !
Ha ha ha Again there was a roar of laughter.
Uday: But yaar Sanjeev, whatever you say, Priya Madam gave our Nirmal a lot of i
ndulgence.
Sanjeev: Indulgence! This motherchod took bath one day with her!
Uday: Sala! Have you forgotten her husband! A pure Undertaker! If he knows that
our Nirmal washed his biwi s peeth while bathing

Rajkamal: He will simply swallow our Nirmal bhaiya! Ha ha ha..

Nirmal: Chop salo! That s my credit to enter with her in the toilet!
Sanjeev: Credit! U-u-h! Seems he has forgotten the slap of that bitch
s her name ?

what

what wa

Rajkamal: Sandhya Madam! Sandhya Madam!

Sanjeev: Yes, yes. Why? Mr. Nirmal? Have you forgotten that?
Nirmal: Huh! That was just an accident.
Rajkamal: Oho! Accident! I still remember it. The setting was almost like this.
Guru-ji had just completed fucking that bitch. Then there was some problem and s
o the Jan Darshan was scheduled next day. We all bid her good night, but this ch
odu
Uday: Hey

wait naa

E Nirmal, tell us once more

what happened that day.

Nirmal: Huh! But that was not my fault

Sanjeev: Okay, okay, it was not your fault. But come again.
Nirmal: You all were waiting for me when I went inside her room. Right? When I e
ntered there I saw Sandhya Madam was standing in front of the mirror. I thought
she was combing her hair, but soon found that she was checking something in her
choot by lifting her petticoat in front of the mirror. As she saw me she dropped
her petticoat and turned towards me. As I conversed that bitch was constantly s
cratching her choot openly in front of me. I thought she was giving me a signal.
She asked me to make the bed and as I was doing that she went to the toilet. I
noticed she left the toilet door half-open and as I peeped in I saw she was agai
n inspecting her choot lifting her petticoat. I could not resist myself and went
inside the toilet .
Sanjeev: And then we all heard the intensity of that slap!
Ha ha ha Again, there was a roar of laughter.
Rajkamal: But whatever you say, this Madam is quite special. She possesses such
a tight figure that will spin any head.
Nirmal: O yes, this Madam is very special! Oh! What a large sexy gaand she has!
Sanjeev: Haa yaar! She is a bomb! We all must attempt to fuck her once.
Rajkamal: Hey slowly

she might hear us.

Nirmal: Yes, yes. Softly

softly.

All the good feelings that I was having during and after the fuck was gradually
evaporating listening to these talks of Guru-ji s disciples! It seemed that they h
ad no respect for any female! Unfortunately, Guru-ji was still not back and ther
e was more left for me to hear!
Sanjeev: This bitch reminds me of Chithra Madam!
Uday: Oh! Sanjeev! You hit the bulls

eye!

Rajkamal: Yes, yes. She should get the best bitch of the ashram award!

Nirmal: But honestly yaar, would anyone like to have such a wife?
Uday: No way!
Sanjeev: Whenever you go to her room you will always find that randi in her knic
kers. I doubt even at home she hardly dresses up properly. All neighborhood boys
and uncles must have fucked her once! Ha ha ha
Rajkamal: Arre on a couple of days I even caught her with a cucumber in her hand
when she opened the door!
Uday: But boss, she satisfied us all.
Sanjeev: O yes, o yes! After her Yoni Puja she was free for all.
Uday: Sali

took two males a day! What a bitch!

Uday: Yes, after lunch Rajkamal shared her bed and after dinner Sanjeev, it was
your turn. And next day after lunch it was me and after dinner it the turn of th
is chodu!
Nirmal: She was 35 or 36! Was it?
Sanjeev: Yes, matured and very much experienced. Her figure though was a bit fla
bby!
Nirmal: How can it remain tight if she is so hungry!
Uday: But still she was childless!
Rajkamal: And do you remember when his husband came to take her, he was thanking
us like anything!
Sanjeev: Ha ha ha He did not even know his wife was acting Draupadi here.
The roar of laughter was now giving me goosebump all over my body, not out of en
joyment, but out of fear!
Sanjeev: But I will always repent for Preeti

that Marwari housewife.

Uday: Yes, I always wonder how you missed her! She was so close to you!
Sanjeev: Yes yaar! From the very beginning as this Anita is fond of you, Preeti
was also fond of me. But I could not quite
Rajkamal: You should take lessons from Uday Bhaiya! See, he has already pinned t
his Madam except for a fuck in her choot, which I guess would be a cakewalk for
him considering the fuck Madam got today
Ha ha ha There was again a big roar of laughter and a cold wave was as if trickle
d down my spine. Uday - he also treated me just like a mere sex object and nothi
ng else!
Uday: Sure friends! I promise to fuck hard this super sexy bitch after the yagya
. Guru-ji was saying her choot is still very tight Her husband must be a big chod
u! Sala
Sanjeev: I hope this Anita does not turn out to be another Priya! Somehow she wa
s not ready to compromise again! Arre.. after she was fucked by Guru-ji, the ver

y next day I took her to the nearby Ramshila hillock for a walk. The place remai
ns desolate and I thought it would be a safe place to fuck her there.
Uday: But there was some inspection going on
Sanjeev: Right! Sala They did not have any other day to do their measurements. As
we sat there and I was trying my best to heat her up, those men showed up to do
some measurements there for a factory!
Uday: Ahaaaaaaaa . So sad!
Sanjeev: You bastard! I wish you also get into a similar situation with this Ani
ta!
Nirmal: Okay, okay, carry on!
Sanjeev: After failing at Ramshila, I thought immediately after lunch I would ta
ke my chance, but You know these villagers From 02:00 p.m. this fucking lot would
start flocking around the ashram for Guru-ji s darshan. The time was so short that
I was not able to convince her for the fuck, but indeed she was a tough nut bos
s!
Uday: You missed the bus and that s history now!
Sanjeev: Priya was different yaar! You won t believe that at one time I had opened
all the hooks of her blouse and my hand was inside her brassiere, but still she
was mentally strong enough to refuse me for the fuck! Just imagine! And somehow
I could not exert force on her
Rajkamal: Oye! How can a woman refuse to lie down after she allowed you to open
her blouse!
Sanjeev: Huh! These housewives

They are great nakhrewalis Raj!

Sanjeev: Pseudo-conservativeness! In front of Guru-ji they can do anything in th

e name of Puja, but with us in the leisure they will come up with reservations i
n the name of social norms, morality, cheating, etc.
True! True! They all chorused.
Nirmal: Whatever friends! It s a great pleasure to see these shy housewives gettin
g shameless coming here to the ashram.
Uday: A few years back the setting was more open and we surely used to extract m
ore pleasure, isn t it Nirmal!
Nirmal: O yes! Raj missed that!
Rajkamal: Yes I know, but I am satisfied with what I am getting now.
Uday: Still Beta. Previously any woman coming for Maha-yagya had to be naked thr
oughout Ahhaa
Sanjeev: Abbe not only that! Tell something about the bathing! Raj will bounce hi
s head on the wall.
Uday: O yes! Raj previously any woman who underwent Maha-yagya had to bathe in a
small artificial pond in the ashram. The depth of the tub was such that if anyo
ne does not basic swimming rules would not be able to float there.
Nirmal: Though most women coming from the rural side knew swimming

still seeing

a naked woman swim is some sight!

Sanjeev: Not only that there were few housewives who came from the towns and did
not know swimming and we used to teach them swimming. Ha ha ha
Nirmal: Yes, yes

And I instantly remember one and only Alka Madam?

Uday: Oho! That Madam who complained to Guru-ji that Nirmal was holding her brea
sts during swim classes and that she could not concentrate on learning! Ha ha ha
Ha ha ha There was a roar of laughter again. I was wondering where had I come! As
hram or Harem!
Rajkamal: Then what happened?
Sanjeev: Alka Madam s swim teacher was changed Uday Saab was appointed!
Nirmal: He he His first prescription was Alka Madam s sari.
Rajkamal: Meaning?
Uday: Abe she was a hot maal, but she pretended not to reveal that. On the first
day while showing her how to remain floated, I abundantly pressed and squeezed
her tits over her blouse and I could make out of her face that she was enjoying.
At the end of that day I asked her that next day she needs to go inside water w
ithout her sari to reduce weight.
Sanjeev: And our Uday Saab completed the swimming class when Alka Madam went ins
ide water in her blouse and petticoat, but got out after the swimming class in h
er bra only!
Rajkamal: Only bra! My goodness! Uday bhai! Jai ho!
Uday: Ha ha ha Actually Alka Madam did not use to wear anything under her pettico
at and moreover during those days wearing a panty was not in vogue that much amo
ng married women.
Nirmal: Ei ei ei Sssh

Sssssssssshhhh . Guru-ji is coming back.

Though I was not fully in my senses by still listening to all these from Guru-ji s
disciples I was quite shocked and startled. It seemed they have no respect for
any female and considers all housewives who come in the ashram for treatment as c
heap ! I had developed a lot of affection for Uday, but listening to the chat he w
as having with others, I felt so distressed!
I could hear footsteps of Guru-ji and opened my eyes. The strangest thing howeve
r was whenever Guru-ji came into view every thread of my thinking got jumbled an
d then whatever HE said seemed to be the right path
such was the magic of his pr
esence!
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, give Anita a towel to cover herself.
Sanjeev came up with a towel, which could cover only one part of my body either
my boobs or my pussy. I preferred to cover my pussy and thighs and sat in front
of Guru-ji in a topless condition. Sanjeev, Uday, Nirmal, and Rajkamal were all
staring at my big firm undulating breasts
naturally!
Guru-ji: Beti, before you start reaching conclusions and start feeling cheated a
nd anxious in your mind, I want to clear up the mess so that you are transparent
to your inner self. Okay?

Me: Ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Look Anita, after the initial thrill of what you had minutes before are
over, you will start feeling depressed as subconsciously you will sense an urge
to feel cheated or a sentiment like you have cheated your husband or you have gone s
o much down etc. and so on and so forth. Just put a period there.
Guru-ji s voice was strong and loud and it was so powerful that my brain stopped w
orking as he weaved his logic even though I was quite conscious by then.
Guru-ji: Neither you have cheated your husband, nor I have cheated you, nor you
have gone down morally. You are here for a treatment and it was my realization t
hat with medications alone you could not achieve your goal. There was some block
ade in your vaginal path, which hopefully will be cleared now. But if it remains
, the male seeds cannot meet yours properly. Getting me Beti?
Me: Ji

Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: So the fact that you have enjoyed sex was a part of your treatment only
. You might argue that why was it needed as you meet your husband on bed regular
ly. Isn t it?
Yes, right! Since I am fucked by my husband already, why was this fuck needed! I
nodded and looked eagerly at Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Beti, did you not notice a difference in the style in which your husban
d fucks you and the way I fucked you?
My ears started to warm up and become red listening to such lewd things discusse
d so openly!
Guru-ji: Beti, you have seen my lund
Saying that he smiled at me very suggestively. It seemed he knew very well that
his enormous dick would be a welcome site for any matured female, especially mar
ried. I gently nodded my head, but was feeling immensely ashamed to reply such q
uestions.
Guru-ji: and you must have noticed that I fucked you in a different mood. But why
? Just to ensure that I dig my pole deep enough inside your choot so that even i
f there are any subtle obstacles they are cleared.
He again smiled and I had to avoid eye contact with him in shyness.
Guru-ji: So Beti, don t think that since you have lied down with me, you have done
a big sin or something like that. It was just a part of my treatment. Tomorrow
before concluding the Maha-yagya I will examine your choot again and do any need
ful further should that be a requisite. Am I clear?
Me: Ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Are you clear in my mind?
Me: Ye

yes Guru-ji but

I mean

as you can understand

Guru-ji: I can understand that. You are surely not familiar to lie down with any
male, but you are very loyal to your husband and that s what is expected from you
Beti. Your conservativeness is your strength Beti I encounter several married wo
men here. There are a few like you - well mannered, well cultured, and devoted t
o her family, but yes, definitely there are exceptions too, who only are in sear

ch of new enjoinment! But ultimately they fail to achieve their desired goal Bet
i, but you will not! Jai Linga Maharaj!
Me: Jai Linga Maharaj!
Honestly whatever I heard from that chat diluted a lot in my mind already!
Guru-ji: Now the last part of your Yoni Puja
forward for that.

the Yoni Jan Darshan. So lets move

Guru-ji got up from his seat and was about to leave the room. I was a bit confus
ed where to go? And how can I go outside the room like this? Without wearing any
thing?!? I stood up holding the small towel in front of my pussy, though it was
really of no use because all of the people present in that room had seen my nake
d pussy for a prolonged period of time. But still I was standing with my hands i
n front of my choot holding the towel!
Sanjeev: Guru-ji

err I mean . you have not briefed Madam regarding Jan Darshan.

Guru-ji: Oho! Sorry. Anita, you come down with me and we will assemble in the co
urtyard for your Yoni Jan Darshan. Unfortunately as per the norm you have to com
e completely naked outside. There you will clean your Yoni with Ganga jal and then
do the Jan Darshan to four persons who would actually signify the four directio
ns, i.e. East, West, North, and South. Okay? Uday, Rajkamal, you two come with m
e. Hurry up!
Saying that he hurriedly left the puja-ghar along with Uday and Rajkamal. I stoo
d there like a statue!
I was left stranded going out in naked condition and showing up my choot to four
persons . Four persons? Who are they? Nirmal, Sanjeev, Uday and Rajkamal? If that w
as the case, then why did Guru-ji not say that ; why did he mention four people ?
What to do? My thought process started jumbling up! I experienced almost a virtu
al blackout. Guru-ji had already vanished through the door outside. I was utterl
y confused and perplexed and the joys of the fuck were starting to quickly dryin
g up in this new situation.
Forgetting everything about the chat that I heard when I was lying with my eyes cl
osed on the mattress after my fuck, I immediately sought help from Sanjeev only!
Me: Sanjeev . I mean

How can I How can I go out like this?

Sanjeev: Madam, all ladies who undergo Yoni Puja go to the courtyard for Jan Dar
shan like this I mean without wearing anything.
Sanjeev was cool as cucumber.
Me: But please understand! Its
people ?

its

Okay, okay! Tell me what did Guru-ji mean by four

Sanjeev: Which four?

Me: He said to me naa
the four directions

do the Jan Darshan to four persons who would actually signify

Sanjeev: Oh! Madam, you seem to be too anxious! Yes, since we four are involved
in your Puja, we cannot stand as directions indicators, so it has to be
Me: Another four men?

I almost screamed!
Sanjeev: Yes! Of course! But Madam, relax
I was already having dry lips and cold fingers in apprehension and nervousness a
nd now seeing the inevitable I straightaway held Sanjeev s hand and begged for hel
p.
Me: Sanjeev please understand I am an adult woman
before four more unknown males! It s absurd please

how can I go and stand like this

Sanjeev: Oh! Madam, you are jumping into conclusions too fast!
Nirmal: Yes Madam. Why are you so anxious?
Me: You just shut up!
Sanjeev: Madam, listen to me first!
Saying that Sanjeev held me by my shoulders and gave a jerk to grab my attention
. As I looked up into his eyes I could sense my big tits jiggled and swayed very
sexily. I rarely had this sort of an experience that someone was holding on to
my shoulder to talk to me while my boobs are hanging naked! Yes, I do have conve
rsations with my husband in a topless condition, but that s naturally on bed in an
intimate state.
I could feel Sanjeev was feeling my naked shoulders with his fingers as he gripp
ed me there. I was standing pretty close to him and my firm protruding tits were
inches away from his chest.
Sanjeev: Madam, calm down. No one is unknown to you! No one.
Me: But but who are they? Sanjeev

please tell me!

Sanjeev: Madam, you are a disciple to Linga Maharaj! You have taken diksha and h
ave undergone the Yoni Puja! Still you are so shy! I am surprised!
Me: Sanjeev please tell me who are they?
Sanjeev: Pande-ji, Mishra-ji, Chotu and Master-ji.
Nirmal: No one is an outsider Madam, so why are you so worried!
My lips parted wide in exclamation and I almost froze as I listened to the names
.
Sanjeev: Madam, I thought you should be comfortable, as you know each of them pr
etty well.
Me: But but

how can I

My throat choked and in fact trickles of tears came to my eyes imagining my comp
romised state.
Sanjeev: Madam, I can understand your state of mind, but since this Yoni Jan Dar
shan is an integral part of the Puja, Guru-ji cannot exclude it by any means. Ye
s, he might change the four persons who would represent directions.
Nirmal: But Sanjeev, would Madam be more comfortable to Ramlal and all?

Me: No! No!

My reaction was instantaneous listening to Ramlal s name. It was still better to g
o naked in front of these people, but not to the likes of Ramlal-type males.
Sanjeev: Madam, so you can yourself understand Moreover, why are you so worried?
Mishra-ji and Master-ji are elderly persons, you should not shy in front of them
.
Nirmal: And Madam, surely you can ignore Chotu as he is too small to assess your
beauty. He he
Sanjeev: Very correct! Yes, I agree that you will find a bit hesitant in front o
f Pande-ji as he is a middle aged married person.
I was amazed to see the assessments done by these two males for me! I could well
realize there was no escape and I had to do it. Sanjeev in the meantime seeing
my undecided state was trying to take advantage of my naked condition.
The brute
He was holding me by my shoulders and now in the process of convincing me he cam
e so close that my swollen and pointed nipples started touching his chest. I imm
ediately retracted and maintained a decent distance. I closed my eyes and though
t for a while. Honestly I hardly have walked naked in my own house and here I ne
ed to walk down the ashram to the courtyard outside! And there I have to stand i
n front of four other males . Oh No! How could I do it?
Nirmal: Madam, we are getting late
Sanjeev: Yes Madam, we cannot wait here forever.
Seeing no way out, I had to agree to move ahead.
Me: Okay then, lets go
I said reluctantly.
Sanjeev: Sure Madam, but you need drop that towel
Me: Oh! Ye

yes

I dropped the towel off my waist to the floor and stood completely nude in front
of Sanjeev and Nirmal. They both naturally were ogling at my sensual beauty
my
30-year-old fully blossomed unclothed figure! I remembered right at that moment
that just before my marriage my aunt came to our house and stayed till my marria
ge and she helped me one day with my bathing using a herbal body shampoo. That d
ay I got fully naked in front of her in the toilet, but afterall she was a femal
e, but still After attaining maturity that was probably the only time I was compl
etely naked in front of another person.
Sanjeev guided me through the door of the Puja-ghar outside to the corridor.
I wondered when I had last stepped outside the room in this fashion. Yes, I had
been naked a number of times with my husband on bed in our house or in hotels wh
en we used to go for a trip, but never ever had I walked in the house like this
in a completely stripped condition probably not even once after marriage!
I walked very slowly through the corridor of the ashram
almost dying in shame wi
th each step my barefoot feeling the cold floor, my big round boobs jerking and

undulating as I placed my feet on the floor, my fleshy buttocks swaying as sexil

y as ever as they always do under my sari, but today they were fully exposed! Ni
rmal was walking behind me and he must be enjoying that view to the maximum.
Naturally I was walking with my head down and suddenly I collided with Sanjeev b
ecause he stopped abruptly. Naturally my firm mammaries momentarily pressed agai
nst his body as I collided with him.
Me: What

what happened?

Sanjeev: Uff! These mosquitoes are they not biting you? Madam, be very cautious!
As you are not wearing anything, you are most prone to their bites.
There was no need to remind me of my stripped state and as I looked down at my f
irm naked boobs I only could let out a sigh. Sanjeev slapped his own foot twice
or thrice and then started walking again. I walked past the corridor as it meand
ered through the ashram towards the courtyard.
Slap!
Me: Ouch! Hey! What s this? Uffff
Nirmal: Those blood suckers! Killed them both! See
My ears got red instantly and my face flushed as I turned back and looked into N
irmal s palms to see a couple of dead mosquitoes. He actually slapped my bare righ
t ass cheek to smash the mosquitoes! It was so unexpected that I could not even
react properly to this utterly outrageous behavior. Slapping a woman on her ass
and getting away with that
almost unimaginable under normal circumstances, but h
ere my crippled condition helped Nirmal to get away with that.
Nirmal: Sorry Madam about that, but hope I did not slap you too hard there?
I gave him a strong look and tried to convey the message through my eyes that I
did not like his approach at all, but was not in a position to teach the bastard
a lesson. My right ass cheek was in fact paining as he slapped very tightly on
my firm round flesh.
Sanjeev: Madam I hope he did not slap you too hard because
I mean Madam your but
tocks look very much fair err and if there is a red spot due to his slap, it would
look rather odd in front of everybody.
I was simply baffled at such a comment and swallowed my annoyance somehow; I loo
ked downwards to the floor biting my lips.
Nirmal: Sanjeev, it s too dark here. I can t see Madam s bottoms properly.
Sanjeev: Why don t you take this torch and check! If Guru-ji notices it can lead t
o a problem.
Saying that he instantly handed over a pencil torch to Nirmal.
Nirmal: Yes, yes I still remember that Priyambada Devi case. Uhh!
Me: What nonsense is this!
Sanjeev: Madam, just a minute. Be patient! Madam, you yourself will be in an emb
arrassing state if Guru-ji detects any spot on your naked gaand.
Me: What? But why?

By that time that bastard Nirmal had switched on the torch and was focussing on
my large naked ass. I felt so very dishonored, as if more that being in my state
of nakedness!
Me: Stop this! What s going on? Switch off the torch you brute!
But Nirmal did not listen to me and focussed the light on my round butter-colore
d buttocks. Sanjeev also came to my back to check my ass!
Sanjeev: Madam, don t be silly. Tell me what you would tell Guru-ji if he detects
a spot there?
Saying that he pointed towards my gaand. I stopped for a moment. I never thought
on that line. I was still feeling the pain of Nirmal s slap on the tender flesh o
f my right buttock. I actually now touched the area with my hand and
My God! The skin felt quite hot already due to the slap!
Sanjeev: Madam, you cannot go like this! Just see

No one would miss this spot!

Nirmal: Madam, if Guru-ji asks you, how did you develop that you will be feeling
embarrassed that s why we were trying to help you so that you do not encounter a c
lumsy situation.
Me: Huh! It s all because of you

you rascal!

Nirmal: Sorry Madam, but believe me it was not intentional

yaar!
Sanjeev: Abbe sale! That s what I am thinking only
a sticky situation like Priyambada Devi!

Sanjeev, do something

I do not want Madam to get into

I naturally got a bit curious (even at that situation) hearing a female name twi
ce from their mouths.
Me: What s the relation with what you said

what Devi? Pri

Nirmal: Priyambada Devi! Priyambada Devi!

Me: What happened to her?
Sanjeev: Madam actually Priyambada Devi came to our ashram a couple years ago fo
r a similar problem like yours, but she was quite elderly by the time she came h
ere. She was nearing 40. Actually Madam, how to tell you err
Me: Sanjeev

I am not in the mood to

Sanjeev: Yes, yes Madam I know. Actually what happened in her case
ter undergoing Yoni Sugam with Guru-ji, Priyambada Devi was in the
! Probably the heat inside her body had not precipitated and while
ng down this corridor like you for Yoni Jan Darshan, she tried to

was - even af
hunt for more
she was walki
she tried to

Me: Tried what? (I was naturally impatient out of my womanly virtues)

Sanjeev: Madam, she tried to influence me to
you can understand Madam.

I mean

she wanted another round of err

Me: My God!
All along I was standing fully naked in front of Sanjeev and having the conversa

tion! Never ever in my life had I done this, not even with my husband - whenever
I had been without clothes with my husband, it was of course on bed, and bed on
ly. The only comforting factor for me here was the semi-darkness of the corridor
, which did not reveal my whole body too evidently to the two disciples standing
near me.
Sanjeev: Just imagine! I tried to convince her that she had come here for a caus
e and she must complete that appropriately. You know Madam even I went to this e
xtent and told her that if she wants, I will err . fuck her after the Maha-yagya, b
ut she was
I didn t know why I was getting so curious to know the end of this bullshit , but une
xplainably continued to probe Sanjeev to do so ignoring my stripped condition an
d forgetting about the slap that I just had from Nirmal on my butts directly.
Me: Then what happened?
I asked with curly eyebrows as if investigating a detective case!
Sanjeev: Madam, she was nearly 40; she was begging me in a completely naked stat
e; she had a large body habitus with full heavy breasts and a big ass err more fla
ring than yours! She was I mean Madam so persuasive and nagging that I had to agre
e to her, but no sex of course till the yagya was complete.
Me: What has that to do with me? I am still not getting a relation
Sanjeev: Listen to it naa We started hugging and kissing each other standing on t
his corridor and believe me Madam, the way she was making love to me made me fee
l that as if she was not touched by her husband for ages!
I shifted eye contact from Sanjeev, but was still keen to know further.
Sanjeev: Madam err Priyambada Devi soon forced my mouth to be on her I mean breasts
and she made me suck her nipples. In fact, she even confessed this before in a c
hat to Guru-ji that she loved the most being sucked on her boobs.
I was visibly feeling uncomfortable to this detail description. I started breath
ing heavily and my firm naked breasts started moving up and down at a slightly f
aster pace making me look more indecent of course! Automatically out of reflex m
y left hand went over my choot and realizing that Sanjeev was following my hand,
I quickly shifted it off my nangi choot. Sanjeev was smart enough to realize th
at I was feeling uncomfortable and added more doze of description.
Sanjeev: Madam, there is nothing to hide in front of you Priyambada Devi was marr
ied for around 10 years and I don t know how many times her husband had sucked her
boobs her nipples were this big Madam! (he indicated with his fingers) I have s
een the naked breasts of so many married women, but never ever did I notice such
large protruding nipples! They were just like the feeding bottle nips, that big
! Obviously Madam, you can well understand, I got very much excited being seeing
the opportunity to suck such juicy things. Madam whose wife, who was sucking Huh!
!
I swallowed once and clenched my teeth mildly as I was more uncomfortable now as if I could visualize Sanjeev sucking the breasts of a naked woman standing in
this corridor!
Sanjeev: Madam I made the mistake there! I went so wild getting the taste of her
elongated nipples and the way she was thrusting her big breasts on my face that
I started bite her flesh and also my nails dug deep onto her naked breasts. It
was a very heated session and she forced me to finger fuck her choot to release

her heat before she calmed down. But by that time the damage was done.
Me: What

what damage?

Sanjeev: Madam as per norms no woman should indulge in additional sexual or heat
ing up sessions within the time period of the Yoni Puja, but Priyambada Devi vio
lated that to satisfy her own extended sexual thirst.
Me: Hmm Then?
Sanjeev: Madam, if
uld have had a let
prominent that she
nce again the next

Guru-ji had not noticed those marks on her tits, she still co
away, but the marks made by my teeth and fingernails were so
was caught and as a punishment had to undergo her Yoni Puja o
day!

Me: My God!
Sanjeev: Madam, that s why we are so concerned! For you! Not for us! Madam, almost
once a month we get to see a naked married woman, so you will be very wrong if
you feel that Nirmal slapped you on purpose to touch your nangi gaand.
The dwarf was smiling, as wickedly as ever! I turned my focus again to Sanjeev.
Sanjeev: Madam, we do not want you to be in a similar situation. Because Madam y
our gaand is so fair in color, Guru-ji cannot miss that red spot
Nirmal: And moreover even if we try to authenticate the true incident he won t bel
ieve you as Guru-ji will surely conclude that you were involved with us In fact m
ore so after that Priyambada Devi case and he might just get very upset. All you
r good work would spoil
I was instantly convinced the way Nirmal placed the things.
Sanjeev: Madam, Nirmal is absolutely right. Guru-ji won t believe you. Actually un
like males, after a fuck a woman often still desires more and Guru-ji surely wou
ld conclude that you were involved in lovemaking with us and we have squeezed yo
ur gaand so hard that it s looking red like that!
Nirmal again switched on the torch and checked my naked buttocks.
Nirmal: Ish I should not have slapped so hard! Am again sorry Madam.
Sanjeev: No use crying over spilled milk. Madam, you decide what to do. Will you
go like this or
I hardly have a choice and had to succumb to their plan!
Me: ye.. yes

I mean no, obviously not. I cannot redo this Yoni Puja

Oh! No!

Sanjeev: Then we have only one way out!

Me: What s that?
Sanjeev: Madam since the right side of your gaand is looking reddish, we can do
one thing we can try to get the same red tinge on the left side too!
Me: What?
Sanjeev and Nirmal both looked amusingly at me.
Me: You mean you will slap me again there?!?!

Sanjeev: Is there any other way you have in your mind?

Me: But

but

I was trying to think very hard about an alternative, but was not getting a clue
when Nirmal placed the solution.
Nirmal: Madam, one thing I have noticed in most fair-colored woman that if you s
queeze and rub an area of their body for sometime it gets red instantly.
At that very moment I also remembered my husband saying once or twice that my bu
ttocks turned red when he pinched/massaged it vigorously.
Me: Right, right! You are right!
I almost cried out like a child. They both looked at me in some disbelief
I seem
ed to be too eager to get an ass pinch! Instantly I realized that I could not ve
rbalize what I was thinking.
Me: I mean err okay, but by no means I would redo this Yoni Puja.
Sanjeev: Don t worry Madam, you just stand still, we will do the rest.
Nirmal: Both your ass cheeks will look equally red and Guru-ji won t be able to pi
ck it up! Come to this side Madam.
Nirmal and Sanjeev almost dragged me to a dark corner, but here there was a rail
ing.
Sanjeev: Madam, hold that railing with both hands and just bend your body from y
our waist. Like this.
He demonstrated it for me. He held the railing, stretched his hands, and then be
nt his body from the waist so that his hips protruded out. Though the pose was r
ather vulgar, but I was too eager to avoid a redo Yoni Puja situation.
As I stood like that I felt a pair of hands (of course
h, feel, massage, and rub my smooth left ass cheek. As
ked left buttock, naturally my whole body shivered but
s the main aim was to get the reddish tinge on my left

Sanjeev s) starting to touc

his fingers touched my na
I had to control myself a
ass also.

Nirmal: Madam, since we don t have much, I think if I gently massage your other as
s the red spot will likely lose the prominence.
Me: O okay.
I thought it was logical, as I myself was thinking to massage my right ass, as i
t was still paining. My whole focus was to avoid a Priyambada Devi incident.
Instantly I felt another set of hand on my other ass cheek. Both were fondling a
nd rubbing my firm bottoms at their free will.
Sanjeev: Switch on the torch once
Nirmal switched on the torch on my naked ass again.
Sanjeev: Madam, its not turning red. Shall I apply a little more force?
Me: Sss . sure.

Sanjeev now started openly cupping and caressing my smooth pumpkin like ass with
both hands. He was kneading my ass flesh and digging his fingers deep on my ass
skin. He was also pinching my ass at times while Nirmal was more gentle in his
approach as he rubbed and felt the smoothness of my whole right ass.
Me: Is it regarding

red now?

I had to ask shamelessly as I reaching the limits because of heated condition du

e to this very erotic action by two males.
Sanjeev: Hold on for some more moments. It has started to get red Madam. Nirmal
don t just rub that area where you slapped, you try to make Madam s whole ass red. T
hen it will look even.
I was dumbfounded by that statement as I felt Nirmal started to knead my right a
ss cheek strongly with his dwarf hands. Sanjeev also started massaging and squee
zing my left ass cheek more forcefully. I was already sweating with two males co
ntinuously playing with my macro-sized pumpkin ass. My nipples had got erect and
hard and my grip over the railing was also getting tighter with each squeeze on
my butts from Sanjeev and Nirmal.
I could not keep the control on me and started to give out mild moans as I began
to like it quite a bit. Hearing my soft moans probably both males started to sq
ueeze my ass more vigorously and I could feel one of them had started tracing my
deep ass crack and forwarding his finger towards my anus!
I was producing slightly louder moans now as I had started to enjoy the male han
ds on my full buttocks and the two males as if instantly judged it and I soon re
alized their bodies closing on me. Sanjeev and Nirmal s hands were now not restric
ted to the periphery of my hips and had begun to touch and feel my smooth bare b
ack and the rear-sides of my naked upper thighs.
This went on for some more moments as I shamelessly enjoyed the duet groping.
Sanjeev: Madam, it s not getting

I mean equally red

I mean your full gaand.

I could not stop smiling listening to that and simultaneously blushed abundantly
. The libido inside me had subsided after I was fucked by Guru-ji, but these two
males had cleverly heated me up again.
Me: Then do some I mean

err do this for some more time.

Sanjeev: Madam, I think a few mild slaps would be needed to get it red
Madam only pressing your gaand is not yielding the desired result.

err I mean

Me: (irritated) Err then do that!

I was myself surprised that I so easily agreed for a spanking session!
Sanjeev: Okay Yes Madam I know very well that you don t want to redo the Yoni Puja
Nirmal, you just massage Madam s right side and I will gently spank Madam s left gaa
nd.
Saying that immediately Sanjeev started smacking my left buttock lightly and in
no time increased the intensity with which he was slapping my bare ass. My gaand
being very and firm, the flesh started to jiggle and vibrate as Sanjeev slapped
there one after another. Nirmal was squeezing my other ass cheek judiciously as
if as compliments to his slaps.
Fhat! Fhat! Fhat!

Strange sounds were emitted as his palm stroked my smooth round ass. The intensi
ty was also increasing and at one time I cried out!
Me: Ouch! Ssssssss . S-l-o-w-l-y!
Sanjeev: Madam, if I do not slap you with force how will your gaand get red?
I digested at least a dozen to fifteen tight slaps on my naked ass till it ended
.
Sanjeev: Madam, now your whole gaand looks equally red. He he
My ass skin was as if burning and much heat being emitted by it. I touched my ba
re gaand with my right hand and it felt so hot after my first spanking experience!
My pussy was wet again and as I turned towards Sanjeev, I noted that he was loo
king at my swollen erect nipples.
Sanjeev: Madam, now you are safe, but
Me: Again but

?!?

Sanjeev smiled and I also returned a smile because honestly I did thoroughly enj
oy the spanking that he gave me on my ass.
Sanjeev: Madam, just a little patch up would make you absolutely safe before Gur
u-ji.
Me: What else?
Nirmal: Madam, if you could see yourself, you could have said that yourself.
The dwarf was smiling wickedly. I looked down my curvy torso, but was unable to
detect anything unusual.
Me: I am not able to
Sanjeev: Madam, your gaand looks so reddish, but no other place of your body loo
ks like that. Is that not unusual?
It surely did not strike me and I was again confused because under no circumstan
ces I was ready to compromise regarding the Yoni Puja.
Nirmal: Madam, since your rear portion looks rosy, if your front looks likewise
Guru-ji will surely not raise any question.
Sanjeev: Yes Madam, it will not take time at all.
Nirmal: 2-minute Maggi!
Me: What?
Sanjeev: Madam, he meant that to prepare Maggi, it takes only two minutes, simil
arly to get you red in your frontal body, it will take only two minutes.
Me: Okay, but
Sanjeev: Com

where

I mean where do I err.. in which portion do I need to look red?

on Madam! Don t act that innocent! He he

I was really not sure though could guess from their gazes on my twin upper globe

s. Do they plan to squeeze my breasts to make them look red to match my gaand! M
y goodness!
Sanjeev: If you agree, we will proceed, otherwise you can go like this only!
I was in a dilemma and was fearful that if Guru-ji interrogated me I surely woul
d not be able to tell a lie properly in front of his personality. So there was n
o other way out!
Me: O .Okay, proceed.
I was still not sure what they were up to, but could definitely anticipate it.
Sanjeev: Madam, just stand as you were standing when I was slapping your gaand.
I will do the needful.
I saw Nirmal remained idle and as I stood in the same posture as before, Sanjeev
immediately brought his arms through my armpits and grabbed my naked hanging br
easts.
Me: Ouch! Uuu
I could only react that much as I felt his palms gripped my boob flesh very tigh
tly and started squeezing them. Sanjeev s palms being quite large and spacious, he
was able to arrest my fully developed mammaries adequately and pressing and kne
ading them at his free will.
I was already very much excited and as I got male touch directly on my naked tit
s I was getting very much charged up. I could feel Sanjeev s body pressing on me f
rom my back as he started playing with my hard nipples twisting and turning them
with his fingers. My whole body arched into Sanjeev s body and I was losing contr
ol on myself. He squeezed my boobs with both hands and realizing I was also indi
cating positive moves, he took his mouth near my cheeks and started rubbing his
lips on them.
Me: Aaaaaaa Aaaaa

Aaaa

I was shamelessly emitting moans in the hands of a male other than my husband wh
o was enjoying me in my naked state and squashing my twin boobs. In my excitemen
t I did not notice that Nirmal had opened Sanjeev s dhoti and he was stark naked n
ow. I realized it when I felt a big push near my pussy hole and felt his bare ma
nhood poking there. Though my sexually excited condition was urging me to take h
is lund inside me immediately and enjoy another fuck, but my mind started ringin
g alarm bells.
Me: Sanjeev no

please

don t

Sanjeev: (thrusting his thick erect cock more between my two legs) What don t Mada
m?
Me: Don t enter it

please

Sanjeev: (kissing my cheeks and the sides of my lips) Why Madam? Are you not enj
oying this?
Me: No

err.. Aaaaa yes . but

Guru-ji

Sanjeev: Guru-ji will never know anything. I will wipe off everything
Saying that he took my lower lips in his and started kissing me. I could realize

that I was getting cornered and if I showed the slightest positive move, I will
get my second fuck by a different male!
Me: Ummm

uh! (I separated my lips off his) No Sanjeev

No

Sanjeev: Why Madam? I will give you full satisfaction. See my cock!
Me: No

no. I can t do that. I must

must abide by Guru-ji.

I now started struggling to get out of his clutches. His hands were still on my
breasts and his lips roving on the sides of my face.
Sanjeev: But Madam, I cannot leave you in this state. I am fully excited.
Me: Sanjeev, please
Sanjeev: See Madam I have nothing to lose. If you falter you will not achieve yo
ur desired goal.
Me: Sanjeev!
I could realize I was trapped and this man was taking full advantage of my compr
omised state.
Sanjeev: How can one leave you after enjoying your doodh and gaand! No way! You
are such a sexy bitch!
Sanjeev now shifted one hand off my breasts and started playing with my thick ch
oot hairs. I was struggling to get myself free, but in the process was actually
pressing my big round butt in his crotch making things worse for me. I could cle
arly feel Sanjeev s tight cock was pushing on my pussy hole!
Me: Sanjeev please

have mercy on me

I have come here for

you know

I started begging my izzat from him and after much persuasion, I could free myself
, but again through a compromise!
Sanjeev: Okay then Madam, your primary concern is over, as your doodh now looks
equally red as your gaand. And you have promised that after the Maha-yagya is ov
er and before your family comes to take you, we will meet once. Done?
I just nodded.
Sanjeev: If you deviate later Madam, I will not hesitate to apply force. Let me
tell you and if you try to take Guru-ji in confidence you will face the conseque
nce!
I noticed that a sudden disappearance of politeness from Sanjeev s speech and his
facial expressions and he simply appeared like a beast .
Sanjeev: Listen Sali! If you utter anything about this to Guru-ji, I will make y
ou walk the whole village like this
bilkul nangi and then gang **** you! Randi c
hinal Sali!
Saying that he slapped my naked ass one last time and I was almost on the verge
of sobbing.
Nirmal: Lets move on. Madam, I think you look pretty safe. Your breasts are now
showing up a reddish tinge, as is your buttocks. Guru-ji will not be able to det
ect anything unusual.

Thankfully it was over at last! I wiped my eyes and started walking towards the
end of the corridor and tried my very best to look as normal as possible. I coul
d still feel a slight burning in my ass and my firm boobs were taut due to the h
eavy doze of squeezing from Sanjeev.
Within moments we reached the end of the corridor and I could see the courtyard.
As I descended the steps to the courtyard, my heavy breasts jiggled and swayed
very indecently attracting the attention of both the males present with me. As I
felt the wet grass below my feet, it was honestly an incredible experience.
Never ever in my life had I undergone such an experience - walking naked on the
grass in the open at midnight!
Guru-ji made me do that and honestly it was a splendid experience. Had there not
been the males present, it obviously would have been a bigger thrill.
Guru-ji: Welcome Anita to the last part of today s Maha-yagya, i.e. the Yoni Jan D
arshan. I hope I do not need to introduce these people to you again?
I prayed a lot in my mind so that Guru-ji did not notice the reddish tinge on my
body at my intimate areas. And fortunately he did not interrogated me regarding
the prominent redness reflected on my gaand.
Guru-ji indicated to Master-ji, Pande-ji, Chotu, and Mishra-ji. I could not meet
their eyes in this absolute exposed condition. There was no need to look at the
ir eyes as they must have been lapping my physical beauty
some had their eyes on
my doodh and others obviously eyeing my choot .
Mishra-ji: Beti, I will not ask
our body is!

how are you

to you, as I can clearly see how fit y

He was of course present with his subtle sense of humor.

Master-ji: Madam, I wish I could measure you in this condition. Then you would n
ot have a single complaint about your dress!
Pande-ji: Madam, you look beautiful Believe me I am not exaggerating!
Chotu: Madam, so its tit for tat! That day you saw me naked while I took my bath
, today you are naked to compensate that.
Guru-ji: Ha ha ha Okay, okay. Lets not waste further time. Take your positions pl
ease. Beti, fold your arms and chant the mantra that I verbalize now.
I stood in the position for a prayer
still fully nude
the cold air was making my
nipples hard and erect and goosebump all over my bare thighs. Guru-ji articulat
ed a mantra and I repeated that with folded hands. Now at least my big round boo
bs were somewhat covered as my arms wrapped them during this prayer. Master-ji,
Pande-ji, Chotu, and Mishra-ji had taken positions quite far from me at least 15
-20 feet away - at four corners.
Guru-ji: Uday, give her the water. Beti, this is Ganga jal and you need to wash
your Yoni with it.
Uday handed me a bowl of water and I shamelessly sprinkled it on my choot in fro
nt of E-I-G-H-T adult males (even if I ignore Chotu)! I rubbed my choot with the
water and then looked up to Guru-ji if he was satisfied.
Guru-ji: Wash your choot hairs also Beti.

Everybody s focus was naturally on me as I got that vulgar command from Guru-ji. I w
as feeling so, so ashamed, but hardly could do anything about it. I clenched my
teeth and obeyed Guru-ji s instruction and started washing my thick choot hairs wi
th the Ganga jal. I handed over the bowl to Sanjeev and indeed it was an incredi
ble scene myself standing naked in the open with waters dripping off my choot! I
closed my eyes momentarily and gathered all my mental strength to combat this u
ltimate humiliating state.
Fortunately the moon was shinning dimly as there were clouds in the sky and that
was the only cover that I had for my body!
Guru-ji: Okay Anita. Now you need to show your choot to four directions, i.e. Ea
st, West, North, and South. You will get one person representing each direction
to whom you need to show up your choot. Actually these four directions signify t
hat you are spreading your prayer to all the Gods and Goddesses and not confinin
g it to Linga Maharaj only.
I nodded. I was really eager now to finish off and get under cover. It was getti
ng increasingly painful to stand naked in front of so many males.
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama, Hey Linga Maharaj! Hey Agni!
Honestly I was listening to Guru-ji for the first time as I was so very consciou
s about my nakedness and was keenly waiting for the end of this episode.
Guru-ji: Beti, first you must seek approval from Master, who actually typifies E
ast, which also is regarded as the source of power as it s the origin point of the
Sun.
I hurried my steps as much as I could towards Master-ji who was standing at a fa
r corner, at least 20 feet away from where I was standing. I was wondering what
else was I supposed to do to show my choot to him! I was already bilkul nangi !
Guru-ji: Anita, now stand still in front of him and Master, you know what to do.
My heart was pounding to stand like that in front of my tailor! Master-ji looked
at my glistening bare body, my attractive undulations, and then gently sat on t
he grass and closed his eyes. I was rather surprised at that behavior and before
I could turn towards Guru-ji, he gave the next instruction.
Guru-ji: Beti, now adjust yourself in such a way so that your Yoni must be in th
e level of your Master-ji s eyes so that once I finish chanting the mantra, he wil
l open his eyes, and should be able to see your Yoni only. Am I clear?
Me: Ji

Ji Guru-ji.

I parted and bent my legs in the form of two inverted L s so that my choot was at e
xactly at Master-ji s eye level. I looked horribly vulgar in that posture and wond
ered how could I do such lewd things unhesitatingly! Guru-ji was chanting mantra
s from the back and as he stopped Master-ji slowly opened his eyes.
I was so close to him that he could only view my bare hairy choot placed inches
away from his face! I bet he could even smell my choot from that close proximity
! Guru-ji again was verbalizing mantras at a very loud pitch and I had to stand
in that most uncomfortable posture for another 30-34 seconds.
Guru-ji: Done Beti, you can stand straight.
I was so very relieved to hear that.

Guru-ji: Master, now with the Linga Maharaj replica I gave you gently tap Anita s
sex organs as a token of appreciation from Gods and Goddesses residing in the Ea
st direction.
Me: What? (I controlled my reaction as far as possible)
Tap my sex organs!

What rubbish!

My initial anger and irritation subsided; I thought for a while and concluded, w
hat else?
Guru-ji: Anita, I hope you remember the definition that I gave you for sex organ
s. Do you remember that?
Me: Ye

yes Guru-ji.

I had to raise my voice as he was standing at a distance (at least 20-25 feet).
Guru-ji: Good, let me hear that from you once before Master proceeds.
I swallowed and felt utterly thirsty. How could I shout to tell my own sex organ
s!
Guru-ji: Anita, don t waste time. Do you remember or shall I explain again?
Me: N no Guru-ji. I

reme

I mean remember it

Guru-ji: Then vomit it in front of us! What are your sex organs?
Immediately his voice changed shade and was cold as steel and I replied with tre
mbling lips.
Me: Err. I mean

Breasts, nip

nipples, hips, va

vagina, thighs, and err

lips.

I shook my head in shame as I completed the list.

Guru-ji: Excellent Anita! Master, now you may proceed. As per the norm of Yoni J
an Darshan, you need to first tap on Anita s choot, then down to her thighs and hi
ps, then go up to her tits, and end on her lips. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Master-ji took out a Linga replica from his pocket and with a smiling face start
ed his action. He looked down towards my choot and tapped there with the Linga r
eplica.
Master-ji (in a whispering voice): Madam, right from the time of measuring you,
I noticed that you have a very nice body. And now seeing you without clothes is
creating an urge inside me to marry again (He continued to smile).
Should I smile back? What was that tailor expecting?
I kept mum as his hand slide onto my smooth naked thighs. Of course not only was
the Linga replica touching my skin, but also Master-ji s fingers brushing my firm
thighs. Naturally I was again getting excited sexually getting male touches on
my intimate parts, more so myself being in a completely stripped state, plus the
cold air outside was making my nipples go harder, which in turn was making me l
ook more sexy with swollen upright nipples on display!
Master-ji was no different. Though his hand was moving on my thighs and hips tap
ping my flesh, his eyes were riveted on my sexy standing nipples. As Master-ji w
as tapping my sex organs, of course, his fingers at the same time were brushing

and feeling my tight flesh. I could not protest and had to compromise on that. I
t was such an utterly and uglily shameful situation that words are probably not
enough to describe it adequately.
It was a painfully long process

this Yoni Jan Darshan.

After Master-ji, I walked down to Pande-ji who stood at the West corner, then to
Mishra-ji who was at the South corner, and lastly to Chotu who was at the North
corner fully naked all through
and as per Guru-ji s direction offered my Yoni jus
t in front of their faces.
Honestly at times I was feeling more derogated that a prostitute. Except for the
fact that I did not experience a gang ****, it was like getting raped by each p
erson each moment!
At one time I controlled my tears somehow as different males were touching my in
timate parts so openly and casually! I could not forget the glitter that I saw i
n Pande-ji s eyes seeing my choot; the subtle touches of Mishra-ji s fingers on my b
oobs and ass in the name of tapping the replica on my body; and how could I forg
et Chotu s impatience to watch every part of my voluptuous naked body from close q
uarters! This was definitely one episode during the whole Maha-yagya, which I wo
uld not be very keen to remember for long.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Anita, I am very glad the way you cooperated and suc
cessfully finished the Yoni Puja.
I offered Guru-ji a pranam and he gave me ashirwad placing his arm on my head. I fel
t immensely awkward as I bent for the pranam in front of Guru-ji and my big round
boobs hung freely in the air. All the males must have been lapping that scene wi
th great hunger.
Guru-ji: I know Beti how difficult it is for a woman of your age to undergo this
, but as the old saying goes pains do produce gains in the end, you will surely
reap benefits. Don t worry.
Me: I also hope so Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Beti, tomorrow we will conclude the Maha-yagya, which will again start
at around midnight. Now let us all sing a hymn for Linga Maharaj and conclude to
day s proceedings!
Naturally I was too desperate to get under a cover, but unfortunately I had to s
tand naked for a few minutes more and all the males got another prolonged opport
unity to view my nangi jawani glistening in the silvery moonlight!
Generally while humming this sort of a song, we have our eyes closed, but here I
noted all the males except Guru-ji had their eyes wide open and of course their
eyes were riveted on the sexy contours of my body presented in front of them in
birthday suit!
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Beti, you were remarkably disciplined throughout the
Maha-yagya and I hope to get the same cooperation from you tomorrow. You can su
rely get back to your room and have a tight sleep. Your concerns are now my conc
erns, so you can just relax! Okay?
Guru-ji: Remember one thing Beti, if you focus on those details only where you f
elt uncomfortable throughout this Maha-yagya, you will ONLY feel the ebb, but if
you recap the good things, the pleasures that you got from this process, you wi
ll surely feel refreshed. The choice is yours. Be merry and jovial and try to en
joy life! Always have faith on Linga Maharaj and you will of course succeed! Are

you getting me?

Me: Yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: No one would disturb you till you get up. Good night Beti. Jai Linga Ma
haraj!
At last, yes at l-a-s-t, my humiliation journey ended and Guru-ji asked me to go
inside the ashram. I almost ran inside the ashram with my big tight mangoes swa
ying intensely as I hurried past the males standing and watching me. I was almos
t breathless as I stumbled over the steps to get inside the ashram.
Aah! Eventually some cover for me!
I slammed the door of my room and .

and started sobbing.

I was feeling so disgraced; a feeling of hatred towards myself was engulfing me.
Being someone s wife, I was so cheaply displaying my naked body to any Tom, Dick
and Harry! I felt thoroughly exploited today, but but the thin silver lining of h
ope to bear a child urged me to carry on. But now I was feeling utterly frustrat
ed and browbeaten and tried to release my anger, my wretchedness by sobbing and
sobbing only. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I sat on the floor lamenting.
I did not know how long I was sitting like that. After sometime I pulled myself
up and then as I switched on the light I noticed two glasses of juice kept on th
e table. I honestly was rather thirsty out of exertion, out of shyness, out of a
nxiousness and what not! I gulped down the juice from one glass and reluctantly
picked up my nighty from the bedside and wore it. I washed myself and went to be
d and was trying to focus on what Guru-ji stressed in the end. Obviously the fuc
k I had today was the best so far in my life and the very thinking about it imme
diately turned my nipples hard inside my nighty. I blushed to myself and shuffle
d nervously rubbing my ass on the bed.
Since I had sobbed for a prolonged period of time, I was actually feeling much c
arefree now and when I tried to rethink on Guru-ji s words, the most pleasurable m
oment that came to my mind was of course Guru-ji fucking me.
Ihad a long tight sleep and when I awakened next morning, it was certainly quite
late. But since there was no activity today, I was lazy to leave the bed. I loo
ked at the clock and it was 09:30 a.m. I stretched out my body to get the hangov
er out - I felt very refreshed actually the uninterrupted long sleep and the sex
ual intercourse that I had last night made me feel at very high spirits.
Soon I realized that I was hungry and of course it was quite late in the morning
. I left the bed, combed and bunched up my hair, and went to the toilet. As I em
ptied my bladder, I felt more relaxed and revitalized. I changed my nighty and w
as in the usual attire of the saffron sari and blouse. I opened the door to look
for my breakfast.
Nirmal: Madam, breakfast is ready. Shall I serve it?
I was rather surprised at that service. Nirmal was sitting by the door of my roo
m in a stool and as soon as I sneaked my head out, he was ready with the offer!
Me: Err I mean

yes, of course.

I was pretty much pleased.

Nirmal: Guru-ji instructed me to wait here and to see no one knocks at your door
and to serve you breakfast as soon as you get up.

Me: Oh! (smiling) So nice of him!

Nirmal went off to get the breakfast and I thanked Guru-ji in my mind. The broad
daylight outside as if wiped off all concerns and humiliations from my mind and
I felt very light , both mentally and physically. In fact I was experiencing the s
ame feel good thing that I generally have on a Sunday morning when I woke up (as m
y husband fucks me mostly on Saturday nights, Saturday being a low day in his bu
siness activities) and throughout the day I have additional energy.
Nirmal was swift enough to serve me the breakfast and since I was having a robus
t appetite I completed the breakfast in record time! During my breakfast, when I
was taking the banana peel off, I smiled to myself as the curved full-sized ban
ana that I ate resembled very much Guru-ji s lund size!
I was about to wash my hands when Nirmal tapped on the door.
Nirmal: Madam, there is a visitor for you.
Me: Visitor! For me?
Nirmal: He came once earlier this week.
Me: Oho then it must be Mama-ji! Have you ?
Nirmal: Yes, yes Madam. He is waiting at the reception.
I was naturally quite happy to know Mama-ji had come again. Though he did say wh
en he visited me a few days back that he would come again, but honestly I didn t c
ount on that. My mother-in-law had requested him and he visited me once since he
lived in the nearby town I thought the formality ended there, but knowing that
he had come again made me feel very high about Mama-ji. He was 50+ and that he t
ook the pain to pay a visit again made me feel very warm at heart and my regards
for Mama-ji escalated immensely.
I hurried to the reception of the ashram where Mama-ji was waiting for me.
Mama-ji: Aah! Bahurani! Good to see you again.
I offered a pranam to him touching his feet.
Mama-ji (holding my arms): Its okay, its okay So how are you?
Me: Fine Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, today you are looking very lively! Did Rajesh call you up or
what? Ha ha ha
I laughed and blushed a shade and said in my mind
fuck at night would look sparkling next morning.

any woman getting such a grand

Mama-ji: I already had a talk with Guru-ji and he has given the permission.
Me: Permission for what Mama-ji? (I was visibly surprised).
Mama-ji: Arre Bahurani, you have come so near to my place, how can I just leave
you to go back like that!
Me: O! So nice of you! (I was honestly very overjoyed getting the opportunity to
get out of the ashram) But but will Guru-ji

Mama-ji: I have taken care of that aspect Bahurani. Guru-ji said that you are un
dergoing Maha-yagya and the closing will be done tonight, but you are free till
7 p.m. today and by that time you can easily visit my place and come back.
Me: O! Really! (I almost screamed like a child)
Mama-ji: Yes Bahurani! It will take just an hour to reach my place and I will su
rely drop you back here by 6 p.m.
Me: Bah! Will be a good outing for me. Honestly I was feeling somewhat choked wi
thin the periphery of the ashram Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: Yes, should be a good outing for you.
Me: You know Mama-ji, I had told Rajesh many a times to take me to your place, b
ut unfortunately that never happened. I have heard about your library from him.
Mama-ji: Then let us not waste any more time. You take Guru-ji s permission and co
me down. I will wait here.
I was quite thrilled and rushed to have a word with Guru-ji who readily granted
me the permission to go with Mama-ji, but with the warning to get back by 7 in t
he evening. I got back to my room - quickly washed my face, combed and tied my h
air neatly, adjusted my sari and blouse tying my petticoat more securely, wore a
bindi, and was ready to move out. I took a carry bag where I took a spare sariblouse and a spare set of undergarments.
Me: Mama-ji, am ready!
Mama-ji: Wow! Generally you ladies take so much time He he he
We moved out of the ashram and proceeded towards his car.
Mama-ji: What s in that bag Bahurani?
Me: Mama-ji, actually I am not allowed to wear anything else apart from what s giv
en from the ashram, so just carrying a spare sari and blouse.
Mama-ji: Oho! Good! Good! I completely forgot that I do not have anything for yo
u to wear there. Since I live alone, only my clothes are there Ha ha ha
Me: That s understandable Mama-ji.
We reached his car. Mama-ji took the driver s seta and I sat beside him in the fro
nt seat.
Mama-ji: My sister would be very glad if he knows that I have taken you to my pl
ace.
Me: Yes surely. Mom talks of you so very often!
Mama-ji: Hmm

Would you mind Bahurani if I switch on some music?

Me: No, no. Not at all.

Mama-ji was holding the steering with his right hand and started pulling the cov
er of the shelf (where the cassettes were there), which was just in front of me.
I tried to pull away a bit towards the window as his left elbow was hanging ver
y awkwardly before by mammaries as he was trying to open the shelf cover.

Mama-ji: Confounded thing! Why does it not open up!

Mama-ji was pulling the knob of the cover very hard and was simultaneously keepi
ng an eye on the road. The cover was stuck and was not opening up and Mama-ji co
ntinued to exert more and more pressure.
Me: Oooo! Ouch!
Mama-ji s angled arm directly hit my right boob from the front as the shelf cover
did open at last!
Mama-ji: So

Sorry Beti

it was stuck so hard

It was a precarious situation. I knew it was totally unintentional on Mama-ji s pa

rt, but his arm hit directly on my breast and pressed my proud flesh very openly
, which made me gasp like anything! Mama-ji also appeared very tentative, as he
also probably did not expect such a situation. He was an elderly person and of c
ourse respected so much by me, and he suddenly hitting and pressing my breast cr
eated a very embarrassing situation. I tried to save the situation by adjusting
my pallu, but knew very well that the back of Mama-ji s palm clearly measured the
firmness and tightness of my 30-year-old matured breasts.
Naturally I blushed very heavily and tried to look outside the window. I again p
ulled my pallu more securely over my breasts in trying to be normal.
Mama-ji: Hope it didn t hurt you Bahurani.
I turned my head towards him and noticed that Mama-ji was directly looking at my
ripe proud mammaries and I felt so very ashamed that I had to turn my head agai
n towards the window. I could sense very well that Mama-ji got a clear hint of m
y boob firmness through this incident and he was in fact stealing glances of my
round tits under my sari pallu as he drove the car. I was really not sure whethe
r it was my mind thinking too much on the matter or was he really peeping at my
protruding boobs!
After sometime mama-ji took out a cassette from the shelf and put it on the play
er. I already was breathing a shade heavier and could sense that my nipples were
raising their heads slowly within my brassiere.
Mama-ji: So what is Guru-ji saying? Is he happy with your treatment process?
Me: Ye

yes Mama-ji.

Mama-ji: He was saying that you just completed the first half of the Maha-yagya
yesterday night
A tremor as if passed through my whole body. How much has Guru-ji revealed to Ma
ma-ji? My Goodness! It would be very, very shameful for me if Mama-ji happens to
know what were the steps in the Yoni Puja, which I had to undertake. Would Guru
-ji reveal ashram secrets to outsiders? Probably not, but still I was having a d
ry throat in my anxiousness.
Me: Ye

yes. I am also hopeful that my wish would would come true after...

Mama-ji: By the way Bahurani, what s actually this Maha-yagya? How different is it
from other yagyas?
Seems Mama-ji was not aware of everything that goes on behind the closed doors o
f the ashram. I breathed easy.

Me: Nothing not much difference Mama-ji

etc. but in great detail.

It s all about

about rituals, off

err offering

Mama-ji: Guru-ji was saying it s very strenuous

Me: Yes yes . Very tiring
ers also.

actually you need to sit for very long hours. L-o-n-g pray

I tried my best to cut discussions regarding ashram short - firstly because he w

as a male, moreover quite elderly, and most importantly he was a relative of min
e from my husband s side. So, if by any chance he gets to know of my acts in the ash
ram, I would stand nowhere in my sasural . Hence very consciously I deviated the to
pic.
Me: Mama-ji, one thing I must admit you look pretty fit even at this age
secret? (I asked smiling cutely)

What s the

Mama-ji (immediately happiness flushed on his face) He he I do exercise regularly

Bahurani and you know also sticks to a restricted diet.
Me: O! That s really good to know. You should give some tips to Rajesh
Mama-ji: Ha ha ha

He s so lazy

Lazy? Even when you are around? Ha ha ha .

He started laughing very loudly at his own double-meaning comment and I also pre
tended to have felt very shy.
As I lifted my chin up and looked through the windscreen suddenly I noted that t
here were a few boys and girls standing at some distance on the road and waving
their hands to us! I was obviously curious and as I turned towards Mama-ji and h
e also had noticed them.
Mama-ji: Must be in trouble. Seems their car has a flat tyre!
Within moments we reached where the boys and girls were standing and Mama-ji sto
pped the car.
Mama-ji: What s up?
One of the boys came near and briefed that their car had a flat tyre and they di
d not have a spare one and he requested for a lift to some place called Shekhapur
a . I noted that there were individuals (two boys and three girls), all appeared t
o be college students, and very evidently city-based (from their modern outfits)
.
Mama-ji agreed to provide them the lift and I also gave the nod as I thought how l
ong would they remain stranded like that on this road!
Mama-ji: One of you come to the front and rest can sit at the back
Girl-1: Sure Sir, no problems at all. Pinky, you sit in the front.
The girl named Pinky came and sat beside me. She was slightly overweight and sin
ce she was wearing a fairly tight skirt and top, her breasts and hips looked ver
y prominent. The other two girls were wearing jeans and short kurti.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, do one thing, you keep one leg on each side of the gear
ou both can sit comfortably

then y

Mama-ji remarked seeing that neither that girl nor myself was unable to sit prop

erly due to our macro-sized bases.

Me: O

okay!

I shifted towards Mama-ji and guided my right leg to the other side of the gear.
Now the gear was exactly between my legs and I could jolly well feel that it wa
s a suicidal idea for any female to sit like that in a moving car, but there was h
ardly anything I could also!
I had shifted significantly towards Mama-ji in accommodating that girl Pinky. Sh
e had a significantly large and round ass for her age and now the right side of
my body was touching Mama-ji s body.
Mama-ji: Okay, can we start?
The boys and girls from the back chorused: Sure sir!
Mama-ji started a casual chat with the crowd in the car, but I was very consciou
s of my condition due to the dangling gear in between my thighs! As Mama-ji was
changing the gear, each time his left hand brushed my thighs and not only that a
s and when he was lowering the gear it was aiming almost my choot!
Sssssssssssssshhhhhh!
My whole body got stiff each time there was a change in gear position.
The new thing that added to my misery was with each turn on the road towards lef
t, as Mama-ji turned the steering wheel, I felt his elbow nudging and pressing o
n my firm right breast. I could not even use my arm to protect my boobs because
that would look very rude.
The girl beside me (Pinky) was talking to me (just formality chat) and I was rep
lying to her, but I was very conscious as Mama-ji was frequently changing the ge
ar. I was trying to manage somehow, but as I looked towards that girl from her r
ight side, I noticed that her breasts protruded so very prominently through her
tight top that anyone could make out the size and shape of her twin peaks! I won
dered how could a grown up girl wear such a thing! Was she not aware that everyb
ody would look at her tits, as they were so very evident through her dress? Not
only that, the fabric of the top she was wearing was also not very thick and dec
ent, and hence if anyone sees a bit minutely could easily trace her bra position
inside her tight top! How shameless these city girls are!
Just then there was a sharp U-turn and I had no other option but to clench my fi
st and close my eyes because as Mama-ji rotated the steering wheel, I immediatel
y felt his elbow digging deep in my firm boob flesh and when he kept the wheel i
n one constant position for the turn, he was actually poking my right boob in a
very offending manner. Mama-ji s left elbow remained tightly pressed on my breast
and it was indeed a tongue-tied situation for me in the literal sense.
I looked from the corner of my eye towards Mama-ji, but he seemed very attentive
towards driving though his elbow was constantly pushing my breast! Was Mama-ji
so ignorant? Couldn t be! I was a bit puzzled. Since I was wearing one of those br
assieres, which fitted very tightly on my tits, the firmness and sponginess was
of course more today. I was not a teenager that he could just ignore, I was a ma
tured lady How could Mama-ji totally ignore that?
Could it not be that he treated me like his daughter and hence it was just a sit
uational occurrence? I rebuked myself and was sure that Mama-ji did not do that
on purpose and it was purely coincidental. Hence I slowly started accepting Mama
-ji s elbowing in a more free mind. I tried to concentrate on the scenery outside,
but unfortunately this road had so many turns that it became quite impossible f

or me to remain just nonchalant.

As time passed I could feel Mama-ji s elbow digging in deeper and with time more d
ecisively into my boob as he turned the steering wheel. I was definitely feeling
wet inside my pussy and my boob flesh started getting hugely taut. Mama-ji was
absolutely ignorant, but my face had turned crimson, as the process was quite re
gular supplemented by the gear action in between my sari-covered thighs.
The initial chat etc. had stopped and everybody was silent as the car raced on a
t a decent speed. The girl next to me was already in a semi-slumber, there was n
o sound from the back seat also, and Mama-ji as usual was all focussed on drivin
g. Just then I happened to raise my eyes and looked through the viewfinder just
above my head inside the car.
My mouth simply opened wide! From my angle I could see only one girl and one boy
on the back seat. I saw that the girl was sitting with her head on the boy s shou
lder and the boy had one of his hands encircling her over her shoulder. This muc
h was okay, but I did notice that the upper two buttons on the girl s top was open
and the boy s hand was freely moving on her chest area!
I was already somewhat aroused by Mama-ji s driving and gulping that scene my heart
started racing faster immediately. For the moment Mama-ji s touched remained obscu
red from my mind and I was keen to watch more. The boy was also lightly kissing
the girl s cheeks and hairs and once I saw he cupped the girl s perky breast fully w
ith his hand coming from above her shoulder. He gave it a long, tight squeeze an
d naturally the girl had her eyes closed and was enjoying the whole thing.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, am having hindrance to guide the gear
r legs a bit more spaced out

if you can just keep you

Me: Uuuh? Oh! Okay Mama-ji

I was so keen watching the viewfinder that I readily agreed to what Mama-ji said
, but unfortunately since on one side Pinky was sleeping with very much parted l
egs and Mama-ji sitting on the other side, there was not much space for me to sp
read my thighs.
Mama-ji: (Seeing that I was unable to do it properly): Let me help you
Mama-ji now himself grabbed my right thigh over my sari and pulled it towards hi
m trying to create space for the gear to move freely. No way did I expect that,
but seeing Mama-ji s expression I realized it was an honest effort from the elderl
y person.
Mama-ji: Now it s okay. I hope you are not uncomfortable Bahurani?
Me: No

no.

In the process my right thigh was pressed more tightly on Mama-ji s leg and he mus
t be feeling the smoothness and silkiness of my plump sari-covered thigh. I was
eager to look up at the viewfinder again and the scene there had of course heate
d up! I saw the boy had glided his hand through the open buttons of the girl s top
and was massaging her breasts inside her brassiere! The girl now was sitting mo
re close to him, almost on his lap!
Suddenly I felt a pinch on my firm thigh flesh and looked very surprisingly at M
ama-ji.
Mama-ji: He was saying that you just completed the first half of the Maha-yagya
yesterday night

A tremor as if passed through my whole body. How much has Guru-ji revealed to Ma
ma-ji? My Goodness! It would be very, very shameful for me if Mama-ji happens to
know what were the steps in the Yoni Puja, which I had to undertake. Would Guru
-ji reveal ashram secrets to outsiders? Probably not, but still I was having a d
ry throat in my anxiousness.
Me: Ye

yes. I am also hopeful that my wish would would come true after...

Mama-ji: By the way Bahurani, what s actually this Maha-yagya? How different is it
from other yagyas?
Seems Mama-ji was not aware of everything that goes on behind the closed doors o
f the ashram. I breathed easy.
Me: Nothing not much difference Mama-ji
etc. but in great detail.

It s all about

about rituals, off

err offering

Mama-ji: Guru-ji was saying it s very strenuous

Me: Yes yes . Very tiring
ers also.

actually you need to sit for very long hours. L-o-n-g pray

I tried my best to cut discussions regarding ashram short - firstly because he w

as a male, moreover quite elderly, and most importantly he was a relative of min
e from my husband s side. So, if by any chance he gets to know of my acts in the ash
ram, I would stand nowhere in my sasural . Hence very consciously I deviated the to
pic.
Me: Mama-ji, one thing I must admit you look pretty fit even at this age
secret? (I asked smiling cutely)

What s the

Mama-ji (immediately happiness flushed on his face) He he I do exercise regularly

Bahurani and you know also sticks to a restricted diet.
Me: O! That s really good to know. You should give some tips to Rajesh
Mama-ji: Ha ha ha

He s so lazy

Lazy? Even when you are around? Ha ha ha .

He started laughing very loudly at his own double-meaning comment and I also pre
tended to have felt very shy.
As I lifted my chin up and looked through the windscreen suddenly I noted that t
here were a few boys and girls standing at some distance on the road and waving
their hands to us! I was obviously curious and as I turned towards Mama-ji and h
e also had noticed them.
Mama-ji: Must be in trouble. Seems their car has a flat tyre!
Within moments we reached where the boys and girls were standing and Mama-ji sto
pped the car.
Mama-ji: What s up?
One of the boys came near and briefed that their car had a flat tyre and they di
d not have a spare one and he requested for a lift to some place called Shekhapur
a . I noted that there were individuals (two boys and three girls), all appeared t
o be college students, and very evidently city-based (from their modern outfits)
.
Mama-ji agreed to provide them the

lift

and I also gave the nod as I thought how l

ong would they remain stranded like that on this road!

Mama-ji: One of you come to the front and rest can sit at the back
Girl-1: Sure Sir, no problems at all. Pinky, you sit in the front.
The girl named Pinky came and sat beside me. She was slightly overweight and sin
ce she was wearing a fairly tight skirt and top, her breasts and hips looked ver
y prominent. The other two girls were wearing jeans and short kurti.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, do one thing, you keep one leg on each side of the gear
ou both can sit comfortably

then y

Mama-ji remarked seeing that neither that girl nor myself was unable to sit prop
erly due to our macro-sized bases.
Me: O

okay!

I shifted towards Mama-ji and guided my right leg to the other side of the gear.
Now the gear was exactly between my legs and I could jolly well feel that it wa
s a suicidal idea for any female to sit like that in a moving car, but there was h
ardly anything I could also!
I had shifted significantly towards Mama-ji in accommodating that girl Pinky. Sh
e had a significantly large and round ass for her age and now the right side of
my body was touching Mama-ji s body.
Mama-ji: Okay, can we start?
The boys and girls from the back chorused: Sure sir!
Mama-ji started a casual chat with the crowd in the car, but I was very consciou
s of my condition due to the dangling gear in between my thighs! As Mama-ji was
changing the gear, each time his left hand brushed my thighs and not only that a
s and when he was lowering the gear it was aiming almost my choot!
Sssssssssssssshhhhhh!
My whole body got stiff each time there was a change in gear position.
The new thing that added to my misery was with each turn on the road towards lef
t, as Mama-ji turned the steering wheel, I felt his elbow nudging and pressing o
n my firm right breast. I could not even use my arm to protect my boobs because
that would look very rude.
The girl beside me (Pinky) was talking to me (just formality chat) and I was rep
lying to her, but I was very conscious as Mama-ji was frequently changing the ge
ar. I was trying to manage somehow, but as I looked towards that girl from her r
ight side, I noticed that her breasts protruded so very prominently through her
tight top that anyone could make out the size and shape of her twin peaks! I won
dered how could a grown up girl wear such a thing! Was she not aware that everyb
ody would look at her tits, as they were so very evident through her dress? Not
only that, the fabric of the top she was wearing was also not very thick and dec
ent, and hence if anyone sees a bit minutely could easily trace her bra position
inside her tight top! How shameless these city girls are!
Just then there was a sharp U-turn and I had no other option
st and close my eyes because as Mama-ji rotated the steering
y felt his elbow digging deep in my firm boob flesh and when
n one constant position for the turn, he was actually poking
very offending manner. Mama-ji s left elbow remained tightly

but to clench my fi
wheel, I immediatel
he kept the wheel i
my right boob in a
pressed on my breast

and it was indeed a tongue-tied situation for me in the literal sense.

I looked from the corner of my eye towards Mama-ji, but he seemed very attentive
towards driving though his elbow was constantly pushing my breast! Was Mama-ji
so ignorant? Couldn t be! I was a bit puzzled. Since I was wearing one of those br
assieres, which fitted very tightly on my tits, the firmness and sponginess was
of course more today. I was not a teenager that he could just ignore, I was a ma
tured lady How could Mama-ji totally ignore that?
Could it not be that he treated me like his daughter and hence it was just a sit
uational occurrence? I rebuked myself and was sure that Mama-ji did not do that
on purpose and it was purely coincidental. Hence I slowly started accepting Mama
-ji s elbowing in a more free mind. I tried to concentrate on the scenery outside,
but unfortunately this road had so many turns that it became quite impossible f
or me to remain just nonchalant.
As time passed I could feel Mama-ji s elbow digging in deeper and with time more d
ecisively into my boob as he turned the steering wheel. I was definitely feeling
wet inside my pussy and my boob flesh started getting hugely taut. Mama-ji was
absolutely ignorant, but my face had turned crimson, as the process was quite re
gular supplemented by the gear action in between my sari-covered thighs.
The initial chat etc. had stopped and everybody was silent as the car raced on a
t a decent speed. The girl next to me was already in a semi-slumber, there was n
o sound from the back seat also, and Mama-ji as usual was all focussed on drivin
g. Just then I happened to raise my eyes and looked through the viewfinder just
above my head inside the car.
My mouth simply opened wide! From my angle I could see only one girl and one boy
on the back seat. I saw that the girl was sitting with her head on the boy s shou
lder and the boy had one of his hands encircling her over her shoulder. This muc
h was okay, but I did notice that the upper two buttons on the girl s top was open
and the boy s hand was freely moving on her chest area!
I was already somewhat aroused by Mama-ji s driving and gulping that scene my heart
started racing faster immediately. For the moment Mama-ji s touched remained obscu
red from my mind and I was keen to watch more. The boy was also lightly kissing
the girl s cheeks and hairs and once I saw he cupped the girl s perky breast fully w
ith his hand coming from above her shoulder. He gave it a long, tight squeeze an
d naturally the girl had her eyes closed and was enjoying the whole thing.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, am having hindrance to guide the gear
r legs a bit more spaced out

if you can just keep you

Me: Uuuh? Oh! Okay Mama-ji

I was so keen watching the viewfinder that I readily agreed to what Mama-ji said
, but unfortunately since on one side Pinky was sleeping with very much parted l
egs and Mama-ji sitting on the other side, there was not much space for me to sp
read my thighs.
Mama-ji: (Seeing that I was unable to do it properly): Let me help you
Mama-ji now himself grabbed my right thigh over my sari and pulled it towards hi
m trying to create space for the gear to move freely. No way did I expect that,
but seeing Mama-ji s expression I realized it was an honest effort from the elderl
y person.
Mama-ji: Now it s okay. I hope you are not uncomfortable Bahurani?

Me: No

no.

In the process my right thigh was pressed more tightly on Mama-ji s leg and he mus
t be feeling the smoothness and silkiness of my plump sari-covered thigh. I was
eager to look up at the viewfinder again and the scene there had of course heate
d up! I saw the boy had glided his hand through the open buttons of the girl s top
and was massaging her breasts inside her brassiere! The girl now was sitting mo
re close to him, almost on his lap!
Suddenly I felt a pinch on my firm thigh flesh and looked very surprisingly at M
ama-ji.
Mama-ji drove the car into the portico of the house and garaged it beside the ga
rden. It was a nice small one storied bungalow type house, quite well maintained
.
Mama-ji: I do all this gardening and landscaping myself.
Me: Very nice Mama-ji.
We entered the house and honestly I was feeling a bit odd being alone only with
Mama-ji in the house. There was no other person present. Even the maid was missi
ng as she was on leave. Mama-ji showed me the interiors, which comprised of one
bedroom, a dining space, a library, a kitchen, a toilet, and a verandah. I kept
my carry bag in Mama-ji s bedroom and used the conveniences.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, garma garam chaye!
Mama-ji placed the tray on the center table. He had brought some cakes and sweet
s also.
Me: How could you prepare so quickly? (I was visibly surprised)
Mama-ji: Ha ha

I had prepared before I left and kept it in the thermos.

Me: Oh!
The couches that were there in the dining space looked rather odd to me and as I
sat on one of them I realized the problem. It was okay for relaxing but for any
female to sit like that was pretty odd. The cushion of the couch was unusually
soft and spongy and naturally for a heavy bottomed woman like me, I just dug dee
per and deeper into the couch. I grabbed the hand-rests of the couch for balance
, but my hips descended so much inside that I looked horrible in that posture!
Mama-ji: Uhu! Not like that Bahurani. Sit in a relaxed manner! Like this These ar
e imported settees. Very comfortable, but you must release your body fully on th
e backrest. Aaah!
Seeing Mama-ji, I gently released my body weight to the backrest and yes, defini
tely I felt at ease, but the sitting position was honestly rather awkward for an
y female, especially in front of any male. It was okay that Mama-ji was my relat
ive, but still
My heavy ass dug so deep into the seat that it made my legs lose grip off the fl
oor and they hung in the air and my head rested back. Generally we females tend
to sit with our legs closed or crossed when we are in an unfamiliar environment,
but this couch was made in such a way that it was extremely difficult to keep l
egs together just because the hip was going so deep down. My legs also remained
parted (must have been looking rather indecent as Mama-ji was sitting directly o
pposite to me) as I leaned back significantly due to the backrest.

It was okay for any male to sit like that as Mama-ji was relaxing and sipping th
e tea, but for a woman to sit like that was cumbersome. Mama-ji probably read my
mind.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, you have just traveled some good kilometers, so just relax no
w and have the tea. I know when one first sits on this couch, he or she remains
a bit stiff, but if you enjoy the sitting, you will surely like it.
Me: Ye

yes Mama-ji, but it is quite

Mama-ji: Yes, I know Beti

feel the .

But unless you slacken your muscles a bit, you will not

Me: O Okay .
I obeyed Mama-ji and loosened my muscles and as a result my sari-covered round f
leshy bottom dug an inch or tow more into the cushion and my knees separated (wh
ich I had been keeping together) as I supported my head on the backrest. I was s
lowly getting accustomed and after a while as I sipped the tea my legs spread ap
art inside my sari as I relaxed on that unique couch.
Mama-ji: How s the tea Beti?
Me: Very nice Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: Ha ha Good. You know it feels so good if someone comes here, like today
you have come . But alas! All of my blood relations have scattered out and there is
hardly any time for this old man
Me: Don t say like that Mama-ji
ade more.

Actually since you leave alone, you sense that a sh

Mama-ji: Hmm may be! I pass my days now with two or three friends here who are al
most my age and also by giving tuition to the boys and girls of our locality.
Me: In which subject do you give tuition Mama-ji?
Mama-ji: Why? Will you take my tuition? Ha ha ha
We both were smiling.
Mama-ji: Mainly mathematics, but not lower classes, I don t have the patience now
o I restrict to only classes XI and XII.
Me: I see.
I was feeling slightly uncomfortable now as my panty borders had shifted a bit a
nd were cutting marginally on my groins. Though it was not an intolerable situat
ion, but since I had been sitting in the car in a stiff posture for a prolonged
period of time, it must have happened. Mama-ji was right in front of me, so obvi
ously there was no question of me trying to adjust my panty. I continued like th
at though could clearly feel that the edges of my panty were pressing on my groi
n.
Mama-ji: Anyway, tell me how s Rajesh s business going? I hope all is well?
Me: Yes Mama-ji, his business is going okay, but he has to spend a lot of time i
n it.

Mama-ji: Ha ha

Shall I consider it as a complain?

Me: (blushing) No, no.

Mama-ji: Still I got the message the way you said it. Ha ha
at night with you naa Ha ha ha

Anyway, he is staying

I smiled, blushing again.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, whatever you say, you are looking extremely odd in this saffr
on sari within the house. Seems like some Sanyasini has come . Ha ha ha..
Me: Yes Mama-ji I know, but I should not break the ashram code.
Mama-ji: But unlike the ashram no one is vigilant on you here!
Me: That s true. But
Mama-ji: Okay, but tell me do you always wear this outfit there? I mean even whi
le sleeping also?
Me: No, no Mama-ji. I wear a nighty, but that too is given by the ashram.
Mama-ji: O! I see. But anyway Bahurani you saved me from getting into an awkward
situation (he was smilingly mischievously)
Me: (amused) How?
Mama-ji: If you wished to change your sari, I am not in a position to give you a
spare one. Obviously there are no female garments in my house. Ha ha ha I only h
ave shirts and trousers to offer you. At most I can give you a vest and a pajama
to wear . Ha ha ha
I smiled back to him with a crimson shade on my face.
Mama-ji: Though there are some saris etc. of my maidservant kept here for emerge
ncy purpose, but obviously I can never offer that to my Bahurani.
I smiled again and sipped the tea. Just then Mama-ji stood up from the couch. He
has finished his tea. He came near me. I was definitely feeling a bit uncomfort
able as he came very near to me and looked down at me while talking. I was sitti
ng in a clumsy fashion in that couch - both my legs were spread and since my but
tocks had sunk deep my sari stretched on my thighs making them more prominent an
d my twin tits appeared like two small hillocks on display as my upper body lean
ed back on the backrest of the couch.
Fortunately I was wearing a sari; had I been wearing a salwar-kamiz and sitting
in this couch, surely it would look rather obscene because from the opposite low
angle Mama-ji certainly would have been able to peep into my kamiz from below d
ue to my parted legs. Simultaneously the thought of myself wearing the Maha-yagy
a paridhan and sitting on this couch came to my mind and I instantly blushed and
smiled within myself thinking of the outrageous upskirt view I would have provi
ded to Mama-ji sitting opposite to me!
Mama-ji: Bahurani, I will just take a break for 15-20 minutes, as I have to atte
nd some urgent garden work. Till such time you can have a look at the house and
also go to the roof if you like. Otherwise you can just relax here also
okay?
Me: Ji ji Mama-ji.

I completed the tea and took a couple of sweets, which tasted really nice. As Ma
ma-ji went outside to the garden, I stretched myself and tried to feel more rela
xed and automatically now my legs got parted even more (I wondered what would ha
ppen to a girl if she sits in this couch wearing a knee-length skirt!)
However, as I continued to relax on that couch, I had to admit in my mind that i
t was extremely comfortable because once I released my full body weight onto it
and was not stiff any longer, it really was a great feeling! At the same time I
concluded that this sort of couch should not be kept in the dining, but rather i
n a private place (like bedroom or a somewhat closed verandah) so that females c
ould also use it effectively. The backrest was so awkwardly deep that when I rel
eased my body fully to lean and rest on it, my big boobs looked like two floatin
g balloons under my sari! By no means it could be termed decent for a matured wo
man to sit and relax on this sort of a couch (especially in front of any male).
After a while, I got up and thought of taking a walk within the house. Mama-ji w
as outside working in the garden. I started with the kitchen, which was substant
ially big and spacious. All the utensils, plates, cups, spice bottles, etc. were
kept very neatly and I appreciated Mama-ji s maid s work in my mind.
Me: Surely Mama-ji! (I relied with a smiling face alighting from the stool on wh
ich I was sitting)
Radheshyam Uncle: Actually Beti I can walk with the help of this cane, but in th
e toilet I need help. Hope you would not mind helping this old man Ha ha ha
Me: No, no. Not at all.
Mama-ji went to the bedroom to change and Radheshyam Uncle took baby steps towar
ds the bathroom. I also accompanied him walking side by side.
I opened the bathroom door for him. Radheshyam Uncle slowly stepped inside and p
ut his cane on the bathroom hook. As soon as he was without the cane, he visibly
had an unstable gait. I quickly held him by his hand and shoulder.
Radheshyam Uncle: Beti, can you please hold my shirt like this
He indicated to lift up his shirt at his waist so that he could open the zip of
his trouser. I did as he instructed. I should have tugged my pallu in my waist a
s it was slipping off my breasts as I had bent marginally.
Radheshyam Uncle: Oh! These zips they never would come down smooth! (he was tryin
g to pull down his zip with two hands)
I was feeling a bit tongue-tied as the position I was in I could not miss the si
ght of his penis; though he was pretty elderly and semi-disabled, my heart was b
eating a shade faster in anticipation of lund darshan .
Radheshyam Uncle: Ah! Got it! (he looked up at me)
My pallu was sliding down slowly and now almost my full blouse-covered left brea
st was visible. There was no way I could adjust it and I cursed myself for not b
eing attentive about it. Radheshyam Uncle now took out his cock out of his chadd
i
My God! It was such a well-nourished, stiff dick, almost unbelievable for a man
of his age! He smiled at me and started urinating. The smile was so suggestive . I
never expected such a gesture from an elderly man like him! In front of my eyes
Radheshyam Uncle was peeing and I could clearly see the reddish bulb of his sto
ut penis. Automatically I felt very awkward because though he looked significant
ly old, his lund was quite stout and stiff! Even though Radheshyam Uncle s cock wa

s not very long, but definitely it was pretty portly, which would attract any ma
ture woman.
I tried my best to look elsewhere but the attraction of well-nourished penis is
such for a married woman that time and again my eyes were coming down on his ope
n fly. The stream was weak and Uncle urinated for a longer time than normal. I w
as so engrossed to watch his naked dick that had not noticed my pallu had almost
slipped completely off my conical blouse covered peaks revealing my treasures.
The position was such that I could not shift any of the hands
I was supporting R
adheshyam Uncle with one hand while with the other I was holding his lifted shir
t. I noticed that Uncle was eyeing my big pomegranate breasts and looking at my
exposed cleavage. It was so irritating, but there was nothing to do till he fini
shed urination.
Radheshyam Uncle: Thanks Bahurani please be kind enough to hold my shirt up for a
little while more.
Me: O okay uncle.
Radheshyam Uncle jerked his penis for unusually long time giving me a prolonged
opportunity to view his naked penis. I wondered in the last few days how many ma
le penises I had seen!
Radheshyam Uncle: Okay done.
Uncle angled his arm to pull down his shirt and his elbow straightaway hit my ti
ght breasts and I immediately coiled up.
Radheshyam Uncle: Sorry Beti

actually

you can now hold me by my shoulders.

I tried to adjust my pallu first with one hand and held him with the other, but
he was so unsteady that he was almost falling to one side during this act.
Radheshyam Uncle: B-a-h-u-r-a-n-i, do not take away your hand like that.
I reacted immediately and had to be extremely proactive to prevent his fall, but
in the process was almost hugging him from the back. My full breasts pressed ag
ainst his back as he was regained his standing posture.
Me: Oh! You scared me Uncle!
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani that s my only problem, my gait. I really have no contr
ol on that.
Me: I can understand (all this while my firm boobs remained tightly pressed on hi
s back and Uncle must have enjoyed the fullness of my tits thoroughly on his bac
k).
I myself was also feeling hot now
first being a spectator in that lewd chat, then
seeing Uncle s lund, and now pressing my breasts on his body the effect was of cou
rse more as I was pantyless inside my sari.
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, you come to my front and hold me so that I can get t
he cane.
Me: Okay
I slowly came face to face with Radheshyam Uncle, being very cautious so that he
did not get off balance, but in the process rubbed my big tight breasts on his

body s upper part as I finally came to his front. I did not know whether it was en
ough to charge up a 50+ man semi-disabled man like him or not, but I myself was
indeed feeling a strong itch inside my choot.
Radheshyam Uncle: Now you hold me Bahurani so that I can
Me: Yes, surely.
I held his waist as he raised his right arm to get the cane, but unfortunately t
he positioning was not right and he had to lean forward to reach the cane hung o
n the wall hook. His body weight started leaning towards me and though Radheshya
m Uncle was not very bulky, it was a rather tight situation for me to keep his b
ody weight holding on to his waist only. I had to shift my hands off his waist t
o hold him properly and more securely, but as I did that I noticed his whole bod
y undulated like a free particle and I immediately grabbed him tightly to avoid
a fall incident.
Radheshyam Uncle: B-a-h-u-r-a-n-i
Me: Sorry Uncle. I forgot momentarily
Now I was compelled to hold him by his body circumference, but the result was si
mply disastrous for me. It was almost like a full frontal hug for Uncle and with
his one arm extended out for the cane, his unbalanced undulating body slipped i
nto my embrace. As he bent further to reach for the cane, I was unable to bear h
is weight with my hands and though I tried my best to avoid that clumsy situatio
n, it was inevitable. I was virtually hugging him from the front!
Things were worse since he had one arm folded near his chest (while his other ar
m was stretched out for the cane), he was in fact directly touching and pressing
my big mammaries over my sari pallu and blouse with that hand! I could feel his
pelvic area also pressing and pushing into my crotch! I never expected such a t
hing to happen in the toilet, but as soon as I got direct touches on my boob by
a male hand, I started getting very excited. The sight of Uncle s stiff and nouris
hed cock (which I saw moments ago during his urination) also crept up in my mind
. I could clearly sense the flow of libido in me and was getting excited by the
touch of this near 60 man!
Uiiiaaahhhh . (I murmured within myself)
My face pressed against his shoulder and armpit and the scent of male body odor
made me more passionate! I completely forgot his age and the respect that existe
d between our relationship and embraced him more tightly with both hands (as if
trying to hold him so that he could keep his balance). I was pretty sure Radhesh
yam Uncle could not miss that gesture of mine as my fingers dug deep into his sk
in and within moments I realized that he was also eager to use the opportunity!
I felt that his bend arm had started working! Initially it was pressing on my br
easts, but now I could clearly feel that his fingers pressed on my firm boob fle
sh and trying to cup my big-sized developed tit.
Radheshyam Uncle: Ohh! Bahurani I am feeling a bit lightheaded
please hold me for some more time?

Aah! Can you

can you

Me: Of course Uncle. Please be stationary till you feel better.

Radheshyam Uncle: Oh

Okay

Thanks.

Was he really feeling lightheaded? God knows! Though his facial expressions were
pretty convincing for me that he was feeling uneasy, but his body movements wer
e certainly depicting a different story! His head suddenly drooped and rested on

my shoulder.
Me: Uncle, are you okay?
Radheshyam Uncle: Umm
y soon.

(sniffing my neck and hair) It happ

Me: Okay, okay. You just reeee

x. No No problem.

happens to me will be oka

(I almost gasped as his nose touched my neck)

rela

I tried my best to appear normal to the aged man, but his movements were making
me rather horny! As his head continued to lie on my shoulder and he was inhaling
my hair aroma, his folded arm remained pressed on my breast directly. Additiona
lly as he felt lightheaded he dropped his extended arm (which he had raised for
the cane on the wall hook) behind my body and it landed on my round protruding a
ss. This time I was really feeling very uncomfortable, as I was not keen to adve
rtise to Radheshyam Uncle that I was not wearing a panty under my sari. But as h
is body dropped and bent a bit due to his lightheadedness, his palm was right ov
er my sari-covered left ass cheek. I was compelled to wriggle my ass and tried t
o shift a bit in my standing posture as I was feeling very uneasy and getting in
creasingly excited that way with a man embracing me with his left hand on my doo
dh and his right hand on my gaand!
It was not that I was not enjoying Uncle s touches on my body, but he was making m
e rather crazy with his posture. Afterall I did not want to cross the decency le
vel and go wild here in Mama-ji s residence.
Radheshyam Uncle was continuously emitting sounds of different sorts (uff aaafff o
hhh ) and simultaneously exerting more pressure on me. He kept his body weight alm
ost fully on me and now though his head was somewhat stationary (not breathing i
n too much my hair aroma), his hands were making me gasp. I could feel Radheshya
m Uncle was trying to stretch his fingers of his left hand, which was pressed be
tween our bodies right over my mammaries, and in the process was actually squeez
ing and cupping my firm boob flesh. I just went mad
my nipples were fully erect
by then and I was sure he could feel the poke of my stiff nipples on his fingers
over the fabric of my blouse and brassiere. Naturally my lips began to part and
I closed my eyes in elation and my fingers digging in more deep on Uncle s back.
The next moment Radheshyam Uncle made me rather embarrassed as I could clearly m
ake out that he was trying to be sure whether I was wearing anything under my sa
ri. The way he was moving his palm on my whole ass and pressing certain areas ma
de me very much convinced that he was trying to trace whether I was wearing a pa
nty or not. When the old man was sure that I had nothing underneath my sari he g
ave me a very tight squeeze on my bottom. My whole face turned red being caught
in a pantyless condition in the hands of this near 60 man. I realized that I had
to resist now otherwise I might not stop Radheshyam Uncle from molesting me.
Me: Uncle, are you better now? I am really finding it difficult to hold you weig
ht .
Radheshyam Uncle: Ahh

Yes, yes Bahurani. Sorry for that

Uncle tried to stand straight and I also loosened my hug and he now finally took
out his folded arm off my mammaries. Due to his groping my pallu had moved dang
erously and I was exposing my cleavage along with the whole of my butter-colored
upper breast area. As I was breathing heavily due to my excited state, the bulg
e of my boobs over my blouse was also very evident. Since I could not remove my
hands off Uncle s body, I could not adjust my sari pallu and thus shamelessly stoo
d in that sexy condition. Radheshyam Uncle was of course eyeing my fully develop
ed tits as he extended his arm again to reach the cane. This time he picked that

up cleanly and at last he released me!

I immediately placed my pallu over my exposed boobs and wrapped my sari neatly o
n my body so that Mama-ji did not suspect anything.
Radheshyam Uncle: Sorry again Bahurani for the trouble.
Me (smiling) No, no, its okay.
I walked ahead of Uncle through the toilet door and as I looked back momentarily
I did not miss his gaze over my full-sized butts. I dropped my eyelids in natur
al shame, as I was very much aware that he had the knowledge that I was wearing
nothing under my sari. Our walk through the corridor was of course silent till w
e reached Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: Oh! You took a long time!
Me: Actually Radheshyam Uncle was not feeling well .
Mama-ji: Oh! What s is Radhe?
Radheshyam Uncle: Arre don t worry Arjun. Its my lightheadedness, which comes and g
oes throughout the day.
Mama-ji: O! I see. Bahurani, that s an old friend of his

Ha ha ha...

Mama-ji distributed some candies, which tasted really good.

Radheshyam Uncle: Let me sit for a while to be fully fit again.
Mama-ji: Yes, take some rest. You know Bahurani, Radhe is just my age, but see h
ow old he appears. That s why I always say to exercise, but this lazy old fox won t
listen!
I said within myself that how much old Radheshyam Uncle might appear, his cock l
ooked very strong and well nourished! I smiled. I was about to sit on the chair
when
Mama-ji: Arree! Bahurani! Wait

one sec.

I was about to sit and remained in that state hearing Mama-ji s words and my big s
ari-covered bottom jutted out as I stood in that about to sit posture . I must have
been looking horribly indecent as both Radheshyam Uncle and Mama-ji were starin
g keenly at my rear portion.
Mama-ji: (still looking towards my ass) What s that patch?
Me: Where?
Mama-ji: There on your (he pointed towards my ass)
I immediately was alert and stood straight.
Mama-ji: Eh! A distinct black spot there

how did you get that?

I was visibly surprised as I was sure that I did not lean on anything so that I
might catch any stain. I took my right hand to my backside (to be precise on my
hips) and tried to trace that.
Me: Where? (I tried to see it by stretching my sari)

Mama-ji: Oho, let me show you. You cannot see it like that.
Mama-ji came near me and without even asking for a permission touched my firm as
s cheek and pointed out the area on my sari where the stain was.
Me: Oho okay okay but how did I .(In my mind I was cursing me like anything for takin
g off the panty; after Radheshyam Uncle, now Mama-ji also felt my ass!)
Mama-ji: Did you sit on anything in the toilet?
Me: Out of question Mama-ji. Ask Radheshyam Uncle.
Radheshyam Uncle: No, no. Bhahurani was helping me all along.
Mama-ji: Then, did you press your I mean bottom on the wall etc.?
Me: No, no!
Mama-ji: Then how did such a big black spot come there? It was definitely not th
ere when you went with Radhe, otherwise I would have told you then.
Me: That s true also.
Now suddenly a point stroke me! Was it Radheshyam Uncle s handiwork? I was pretty
sure that I did not press my buttocks on anything, but he felt and pressed my as
s with his hand for a fairly long time. Right, right! Uncle washed his hands aft
er he took the cane from the wall hook! The rascal!
Mama-ji: Do one thing. Go and check in the mirror in my bedroom.
Me: Okay.
I was also keen to see the stain properly. I walked past both the buddhas and my
sixth sense alerted me that they both were gaping at my large round swaying ass
inside my sari as I entered Mama-ji s bedroom. I checked in the mirror and it was
surely looking very odd a blackish stain on the saffron sari - right in the mid
dle of ass. I rubbed it with my finger and tried to wipe it and then suddenly I
heard footsteps inside the bedroom!
I was not only surprised, but also shocked seeing both men coming inside the roo
m while I was virtually rubbing my ass in front of the mirror.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, do you have a spare sari with you?
I tried my best to hide my taken aback state and tried to act normally. Radheshyam
Uncle took small steps and walked towards the bed and sat there! This irritated
me even more.
Me: Yes Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: Okay, but Bahurani, I think you would feel the best to wear a fresh set
after your bath. Isn t it?
Me: Yes, but
Radheshyam Uncle: But Arjun, then how can Bahurani go out for marketing like thi
s?
Mama-ji: But we need to make a move soon otherwise we will proceed to the market

now only, otherwise will get late for lunch.

Me: But Mama-ji
Mama-ji: Oho

Bahurani! There s one simple way to get rid of this problem.

Radheshyam Uncle and myself both looked questionable at him.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, I have a washing machine and you won t believe it dries things
in minutes. I will just get that cleaned (again pointing towards my ass) and get
it dried in the machine. Will take just about 15 minutes or so.
Radheshyam Uncle: Bah! That s really good to know. What do you say Bahurani?
I was literally handicapped to put forward my view (though I tried), as they wer
e just too elderly to me for a protest.
Me: But Mama-ji err You don t take all that pain. I mean I can manage to my spare sa
ri. (Though I was really not keen to change to the fresh sari without a bath as
I had sweated a lot and gathered a lot of dust traveling)
Mama-ji: Bahurani (there was certainly a change in Mama-ji s voice).. I told you it s
just a matter of 15 minutes (it was more of an order).
Radheshyam Uncle: Yes Bahurani, when your mama-ji is saying, you just don t worry.
I had very little choice after that and moreover I was a guest in Mama-ji s reside
nce, so could not also object much.
Me: O Okay Mama-ji, as you say, but definitely you don t have to wash the stain, I
will do it myself
Mama-ji: Oho this girl is just too much
initely was very affirmative)

Just do as I say Bahurani! (the output def

Me: (giving up) Ji ji Mama-ji.

Mama-ji: Okay then, give me the sari.
That was the shock of my life! How could I just take off my sari in front of him
and Radheshyam Uncle? I looked up at him with an extremely frowned face.
Mama-ji seemed cool as if he asked me to do something very normal!
Mama-ji: What happened Bahurani?
Me: No, I mean err
Radheshyam Uncle: Arre Arjun, seems Bahurani is shying from us!
Mama-ji: Oooohhh! Ha ha ha
I stood like an idiot in between the two elderly males who both started laughing
loudly.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, really?
Radheshyam Uncle: This is the height Arjun! Ha ha ha
I really did not understand what was so funny in that - I was hesitating to open

my sari in front of two males

was that very peculiar? I was indeed feeling rath
er shy and reserved now with the simultaneous laughs from both males.
Mama-ji: (stopping his laugh suddenly) Do you want us to leave the room?
The question was so unexpectedly placed before me that I could not react and fum
bled and made a mess of myself.
Me: No

err . I mean

Mama-ji: Radhe

come along. Lets wait outside Bahurani is shying from us

He bhagwan

Before I could react Radheshyam Uncle added something more.

Radheshyam Uncle: Arre Bitiya-rani, your husband had played naked in his lap. An
d you are shying from him? So many times your mama-ji had dressed up even your m
other-in-law and you are shying from him! That s not expected! Anyway, we are going
out of the room .
Saying that he was about to get up from the bed where he was sitting. He visibly
seemed to be in pain as he was about to lift his body. I could well realize thi
ngs were taking a different shape and quickly tried to resurrect the situation.
Me: No, no Mama-ji, I didn t mean that. Please

I did not want to hurt you.

Mama-ji: No, no Bahurani, you were quite clear

Me: Mama-ji Mama-ji, am sorry. I know that you have seen Rajesh from his childhoo
d and Radheshyam Uncle you were a childhood friend of my mother-in-law. (I was t
rying my best to butter them up) Actually I I thought the other way round
Radheshyam Uncle: What Bahurani?
Me: I I thought you might feel offended if I open my sari in front of you. Aftera
ll I am your family s Bahu
Mama-ji: Ohhh! Come on! Why should we feel upset?
Radheshyam Uncle: Ha ha ha

just see

we were taking you in a totally different way.

I smiled and was much relieved that I could save the situation.
Mama-ji: Anyway, lets not waste further time because we will get late then for s
hopping.
Radheshyam Uncle: Right, right! Bahurani, give your sari to Arjun.
Though I was very hesitant, but I did not want to exhibit that to them. Both mal
es were staring at me as I dropped my sari off my breasts and started unwrapping
it off my waist. Within moments I was standing in front of these elderly males
clad in my blouse and petticoat.
Me: Here here it is. (My eyes were towards the floor as I was indeed feeling rath
er shy standing like that in front of two men, almost my father s age)
As I handed over my sari to Mama-ji and I noted he and Radheshyam Uncle both wer
e eyeing my gorgeous toppling mammaries clasped in my blouse. My breasts appeare
d all the more prominent and erect as I was wearing a very tight bra that day.
Mama-ji: okay Beti, just wait for a while, I will get this stain cleaned.

Radheshyam Uncle: Come quickly Arjun.

Mama-ji: Yes surely.
I felt very awkward standing like that in the room in front of Radheshyam Uncle
who was sitting on the bed.
Radheshyam Uncle: You resemble so much like your mother-in-law Bahurani!
I looked at him and saw clearly that he was openly stroking his lund with his ha
nd inside his trousers! My goodness!
Radheshyam Uncle: Tulsi, I mean your mother-in-law also had a great body like yo
u (he seemed to be licking my whole body with his eyes!)
I was shocked by the boldness of Radheshyam Uncle and really did not know what t
o say.
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, come and sit here

on the bed.

I had little alternative and stepped slowly towards the bed. Radheshyam Uncle p
atted the bed to indicate the position to sit. I felt very ashamed the way thing
s were going, especially about my half-stripped state.
Radheshyam Uncle: You know Beti, when I am looking at you, it reminds me of my T
ulsi
My Tulsi ? What did he mean?
I could not look straight into Uncle s eyes, as I was aware that my cleavage was v
isible to him over my blouse. The fabric of my petticoat was also not very thick
and as I sat on the bed, the outlines of my well-formed rotund thighs were trac
eable through my petticoat.
Still I looked questionably at him.
Radheshyam Uncle: You are surprised, isn t it? But you know Bahurani, Tulsi was su
pposed to marry me, but
Me: Marry you?
I was shocked to hear such a comment from Radheshyam Uncle.
Radheshyam Uncle: Yes Bahurani, but there was an unfortunate sudden clash betwee
n our parents, which did not allow that to happen. But we married each other in
our minds. Ahh
Me: Really! (Though I was pretty surprised to know this fact, I was in fact gett
ing out of my shyness shell slowly)
Radheshyam Uncle: Yes Beti and now each time I am looking at you
s sitting in front of me! You resemble her so much bodily!

it seems Tulsi i

Uncle then paused for a moment before he exploded a bomb !

Radheshyam Uncle: You know Bahurani, Tulsi and I spent so many quiet afternoons
in our house attic - just like you and me are sitting like this just like you
cla
d only in her petticoat and blouse Actually during that time talks of her marriag
e was going on and she used to dress up in sari all the time. We used to meet se

cretly you know

Radheshyam Uncle paused very briefly and looking at my face continued.
Radheshyam Uncle: We used to meet in our house attic you know Bahurani and as so
on as we were within closed doors we were in others arms Ahhh We then used to chat
just like you and me are sitting here and most of the time Tulsi lost her sari
in our hugs. Ha ha ha
I was a bit staggered to hear such things about my mother-in-law and honestly di
d not know how to react. Radheshyam Uncle seemed to be relishing quite a bit as
he narrated his private life with my mother-in-law!
Radheshyam Uncle: B-a-h-u-r-a-n-i you are really making me nostalgic your body, th
e way you are looking right now, your blouse (looking at my twin peaks), your pe
tticoat (looking at my legs) you definitely bear a strong resemblance to my Tulsi
I smiled just a shade. What else could I do? I was praying for Mama-ji to come b
ack so that I could break out of Radheshyam Uncle s nostalgia . But unfortunately tha
t was not the case and this man continued to relate personal details of my mothe
r-in-law, which started making me significantly uncomfortable.
Radheshyam Uncle: As I was saying then also Bahurani, the fashion of wearing und
erpants has only evolved recently. I never saw Tulsi to wear one Even you know Be
ti, at that time, women hardly wear a bra at home, unlike today, when I find my
bahu always wearing one whether at home or going outside! The changing time Huh!
What did he mean? How could he say that? Did he use to check lifting my mother-i
n-law s skirt or sari? I was simply stunned listening to what he mentioned about h
is bahu!
Just then Mama-ji was back.
Oh! What a relief!
Mama-ji: Its done Bahurani, its absolutely clean now. I have kept it in the drie
r and should be dry in 5-10 minutes.
Me: O okay

err

Thanks Mama-ji.

Mama-ji: The stain was oily type, where did you get it from?
Me: No clue!
Mama-ji: Have you checked Bahurani whether it had seep into your petticoat or no
t? Actually the fabric of your ashram sari is quite thin, so I was just
Me: Ye

yes.. err no.

Mama-ji: What yes/no? Stand up, let me see.

Again it was a compromising state for me, as I had to display my ass to my elder
ly relative. I did not argue and stood up, turned back and faced Radheshyam Uncl
e who was sitting on bed so that my round petticoat-covered buttocks faced Mamaji. I could sense Mama-ji coming near to inspect my gaand from a closer proximit
y. Instantly my heart was beating faster as I was very much aware that I was not
wearing a panty below my petticoat and my fleshy ass cheeks must have been visi
bly prominent through the sheer fabric of my petticoat.
Mama-ji: Thank God. You are safe Bahurani. It did not seep in.

Me: (I was so much relieved as I faced Mama-ji) Oh! Good to know that.
Mama-ji: So Bahurani? How much bore did this old man make you during this time?
Ha ha ha
Me: No

no, it was okay.

Mama-ji: Radhe, what were you chattering?

Radheshyam Uncle: Nothing, I was just telling her how much she resembles Tulsi.
Mama-ji: Ohh Okay. But yaar, let bygones be bygones. You had an affair with my si
ster and it was our misfortune that it did not materialize at that time that s all.
Radheshyam Uncle: Agreed. But tell me Arjun does she not extraordinarily resembl
e Tulsi?
This again created an opportunity for the two buddhas to inspect my ripe jawani. I
was surely looking rather sexy in that outfit and both males must have had a ga
la time feasting their eyes once again directly on my matured curves.
Mama-ji: Hmm Bahurani, that s true. Your physical appearance does remind me of my s
ister during her young days .
I did not know what to do and tried to remain normal though automatically me ear
s and face had turned red. But I was confused since if Mama-ji was comparing me
with her sister at her young age, how could she have such a plump figure at that
age!
I am almost 30 now and my mother-in-law must have got married at 16 or 17! Then h
ow I babbled in my mind.
Mama-ji: Anyway Bahurani . Seems your uncle is quite charged up seeing you Ha ha ha
Radhe, don t just confuse her with Tulsi and do anything Bahurani, just be careful H
a ha ha
I smiled and blushed as I was very much aware what he meant by his statement. I
was quite astonished to see that an elderly man like mama-ji had no respect for
her sister and was openly discussing her premarital affair like this!
Radheshyam Uncle: Ha ha ha

That s well said.

Mama-ji: Let me check if the sari has dried up or not.

Mama-ji left the room and Radheshyam Uncle also stood up and was about to leave
the room. He took baby steps and had reached the doorstep when Mama-ji was back
with my sari.
Mama-ji: Here it is Bahurani you get ready and then we will go straight to the Pa
rineeta Store, a very famous ladies garment shop in this area.
I sighed a big relief as I was alone in the room. I closed the door and quickly
pulled out my panty from the carry bag. I was cursing myself why I had stripped
off it! I briskly wore my panty and adjusted my blouse and petticoat once before
getting out of the house and finally wrapping the sari on my body to look decen
t. I combed my hair and was ready in a minute to accompany Mama-ji and Uncle to
the market.
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We boarded the car and Mama-ji drove us through the busy roads to our destinatio
n. I was sitting on the back seat while Radheshyam Uncle was in the front seat a
long with Mama-ji. Within 15-20 minutes we reached the Parineeta Store, which se
emed to be a decent looking shop.
Mama-ji: The sari section is on the upstairs.
As the gatekeeper opened the door I noticed he was looking at my firm tits and I
quickly looked down and wrapped my sari pallu more securely, but actually in th
e process I unknowingly revealed the contours of my big breasts more as I tightl
y wrapped my pallu over my blouse.
The shop was spacious and I noticed the store had all sorts of ladies garments s
tarting from salwar suits, kurta-pajamas, tops-skirts, lehenga-choli, ghagras an
d even shirts and ladies trousers which were decently displayed in the ground fl
oor. As we walked past the cash counter to the stairs I could well realize every
body was watching me probably due to my unusual saffron sari. Radheshyam Uncle w
as obviously walking slowly due to his handicapped state and I was walking with
him while Mama-ji climbed up the stairs ahead of us.
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, you go up, I will take time to climb up the stairs.
Me: Its okay Uncle. There is no hurry (Afterall he was going to buy me the sari,
how could I just leave him on the stairs and walk up!)
Radheshyam Uncle: He he Okay, okay as you wish. Then do one thing since the stair i
s narrow you climb up a couple of steps and then wait for me and then probably I
can catch up!
Though apparently there was no problem in that he said, but as the stair to the
first floor of the shop was fairly steep and it was narrow too, I realized that
I would present a very indecent view of my hips for Uncle. But there was nothing
I could do about it and I climed up two steps and waited for him. I tried to mo
ve sideways as much as I could as I waited for Uncle, but surely presented a rat
her luscious view of my sari-covered plump and round ass for him as he was looki
ng up at me. Thankfully the flight of stairs ended shortly and we reached the fi
rst floor of the shop.
Like the ground floor, this area was also spacious and various saris were displa
yed at all corners of this big hall-type room with a wooden waist height counter
running almost throughout the room. As I looked around I was extremely surprise
d that in that whole floor there was not even a single salesman at the counter t
hough there were plenty downstairs! Mama-ji was talking to a seth-ji type person,
very fat and round, and we approached them.
Mama-ji: Ahh Pyaremohan Sahab, here is my Bahurani. She has come all the way from
Delhi! Bahurani, meet the owner of this Parineeta Store, Mr. Pyaremohan Goyel.
It was difficult for me to hide a smile looking at this sort of a human structur
e though he appeared middle aged, but due to his short height, spherical body sh
ape, and with a significantly protruding belly, he presented more like a cartoon

figure.
Pyaremohan: Welcome Madam to my small store.
Me: (Folding hands and suppressing my smile) Namaste! You say this s-m-a-l-l!
Pyaremohan: He he he No, no Madam, it looks big, but not that big (he glanced ver
y briefly at my tits)!
Did he mean? Oh No!
Me: Certainly this is a very large and beautiful shop. Very nice Pyaremohan-ji.
Pyaremohan: Thanks Madam. All due to customer s grace. Madam, please come. Both Ra
dheshyam Sahab and Arjun Sahab are very old customers of my shop.
Me: I see.
Pyaremohan: Radheshyam Sahab s Bahu also buys everything from us only.
Me: O! I see.
Mama-ji: Arre Bahurani What should I say! Pyaremohan Sahab released all his salesm
en from here and said he himself would show you his Parineeta Store showcase!
Me: Ohh (smiling and surprised as well) I am really

I mean honored.

Was that not a bit too much? May be he had great respect for his customers, Mama
-ji and Radheshyam Uncle, but this definitely seemed to me a bit too odd.
Pyaremohan: Come Madam, come.
We now approached the counter and Mr. Pyaremohan went to the other side of it.
Pyaremohan: Madam, tell me first what sort of sari would you like to see and aft
er that I will show you the exclusives of Parineeta Store. He he
Me: I mean err

actually I do not have a concrete plan to buy any

Mama-ji: Actually Pyaremohan Sahab we would like to gift Bahurani with something
decent and which suits her choice too!
Pyaremohan: O I see. Then just relax and see our range.
As Mr. Pyaremohan was talking to us I could clearly feel his eyes were roving on
my body. This is a sixth sense all women have by virtue of which we could judge
a person s intention easily. It was surely the last thing that I expected from hi
s middle-aged obese shopkeeper. I saw his moving eyeballs halted for seconds on
my obtruding boobs and then slipped on to the lower half of my body. Though this
gaping was only momentary and hence I tried to ignore it and concentrate on the
range of saris.
I sat on one of the stools that were kept at the counter and Mama-ji and Radhysh
yam Uncle stood by my two sides.
Pyaremohan: Madam, I will start with our silk range, Mysore and Kota, and then s
witch to Gadwal and Bandhni. Okay?
I nodded.

Though Mr. Pyaremohan appeared rather obese, he seemed to be quite swift in gett
ing the sari bundles off the shelf! He unfolded and presented before me one sari
after another and I had to admit in my mind that the collection was quite impre
ssive. Simultaneously I was having a feeling of great satisfaction getting this
VIP treatment where the owner himself was engaged in showing me the sari range o
f his shop! I honestly got occupied in browsing the saris very early and in the
constant chatter Mr. Pyaremohan was doing for me describing each sari.
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani (keeping his hand on my shoulder), whatever you like
in this set just keep aside so that when you finish browsing, you can decide on
the sorted ones.
Me: Yes Uncle.
Surprisingly Radheshyam Uncle did not remove his hand off my shoulder and I coul
d feel his fingers were clearly feeling my blouse and bra strap there. So I repe
ated my reply.
Me: Okay Uncle.
Radheshyam Uncle: Fine Beti. Carry on.
I thought Uncle probably held me so that he could get better support while stand
ing and hence I again immersed myself viewing the super silk, Badhni, and Gadwal
collection Mr. Pyaremohan was offering. But that old fox surely had other plans
!
Within moments I was alert and my attention wandered from the saris spread in fr
ont of me to Radheshyam Uncle s finger movements on my shoulder. I could not turn
my face or eyes to my shoulder obviously because that would look outrageously in
decent, but I could well realize now that Uncle s fingers were tracing my bra stra
p on my shoulder under my blouse and he even started tracing my bra strap on my
smooth back!
I of course was very, very astonished at this action, but had to be silent such
was the situation. Though I continued to glance through the saris, but I was get
ting defocussed because I could clearly sense Uncle shifting his hand from my sh
oulder towards my back. He placed his palm over my bare skin (the area of the Ucut of my blouse on my back). I had tucked my hair when we were coming to the ma
rket and hence it was all the more easy pickings for him. The warm feel of a mal
e hand immediately made my senses as if ready to act! It was certainly not an el
derly touch for support; the elderly man was clearly feeling my bare skin!
Within moments, I could feel his palm sliding down more and more towards my blou
se covered back. If I say that I was not getting thrilled by his hand movement o
n my body, I would be lying and when his hand started tracing my bra strap and m
oved down, I could clearly feel my nipples raising their heads within my bra!
Uuuuuuuu ..
It was a precarious situation! I tried my best to resist emotions coming to my f
ace and my lips naturally parted as I experienced the snake-like movement of unc
le s fingers crawling at my blouse-covered back. I looked at Mr. Pyaremohan. Did h
e realize anything? No perhaps. He must have felt that I was extremely impressed
seeing the sari collection of his shop.
Radheshyam Uncle continued to feel my smooth scratch-less back over the fabric o
f my tightly stretched blouse and finally stopped just over my bra hook! I immed
iately had goosebump all over my body!

The sly fox

Simultaneously within my bra also there was turmoil, as I could clearly sense my
nipples becoming harder and pressing more on my bra cups probably in anticipati
on of something more ! Fortunately, till then, Radheshyam Uncle s fingers were only r
esting on my bra clip! I felt very timid and tongue-tied in that unfamiliar envi
ronment of the shop and was extremely stiff.
It was not that I thought of protesting, but I was confused as to whom to ask he
lp from, as my own associates were groping me in a public place! Moreover, what
exactly would I say as to object? I could not just start accusing such an elderl
y person who happened to be the best friend of Mama-ji too! The respect that I s
aw in the eyes of the shopkeeper also refrained me to create a scene here. I ind
eed felt helpless and had to succumb to this groping.
I could well make out that Radheshyam Uncle was a typical example of frustuu whom
we females meet in crowded buses or trains whose sole aim remains to extract per
verted pleasure touching our bodies. I did taste some of his perverts when I was
with him in the toilet at Mama-ji s residence. He must have been thoroughly entic
ed seeing a voluptuous woman like me!
Mama-ji: Oh! Let me sit and see the saris. It s painful to stand like this for so
long.
Pyaremohan: Sure sure! Take a stool. (Now looking at Uncle) Sir, you can also
Radheshyam Uncle: No, no. I am perfectly okay. You know I have that leg problem,
so it s better for me to stand. Ha ha ha
Pyaremohan: Okay, okay. As you please Madam, next you see this Gadwal. It s a uniqu
e print, no other color combination for this. Let me unfold it for you
As Mama-ji sat beside me, he positioned himself sideways and as if to keep balan
ce he placed his elbow on the counter table where the saris were displayed while
he placed his other hand on the backside of my stool.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, don t think that you can buy just one sari. Radheshyam is after
all not so kanjoos ! Ha ha ha I feel you choose the ones you like and then in the en
d we can decide how many to buy. Okay?
Me: O Okay Mama-ji. (I almost whispered)
Though I was somewhat baffled by Radheshyam Uncle s actions, I indeed was glad to
get this opportunity to add a few quality saris to my collection. I tried my bes
t to shrug off Radheshyam Uncle s moves by considering it as a frustration of his
old age and tried to simply ignore it. I tried to concentrate again on browsing
the saris.
But within a short period I realized that in my sitting posture my ass was touch
ing something new on the stool. I became very conscious that that it was Mama-ji s h
and! I was in no position to look back and inspect because Mr. Pyaremohan was ri
ght in front of me. But now with each second, I could figure out that slowly and
steadily Mama-ji s fingers were touching and pressing on my ass flesh! I was natu
rally alert, but soon realized that I was thinking a bit too much because I was
influenced by Uncle s moves. Mama-ji s hand just rested on the edge of my stool and
it was stationary and surely had no foul intentions. So I just concentrated on t
he saris though Mama-ji s fingers were touching the roundedness of my buttocks ade
quatley.
In the meantime Radheshyam Uncle had almost crossed all limits of decency as he

was tracing my whole bra on my back with his busy fingers. I was getting a very
mixed sort of a feeling
I was definitely getting aroused, but there was also my
conscious effort to hide my expressions from the shopkeeper. Since Mama-ji was l
ooking at the saris along with me no one could see Uncle s harkat ! I cursed my mothe
r-in-law in my mind for having an affair with this sort of a dirty man!
All along I was hanging a smile on my lips before Mr. Pyaremohan who was right i
n front of me unfolding one sari after another and constantly babbling about how
good the saris were. My lips were marginally clenching my teeth as I browsed th
e saris being very much aware of this groping in a public place.
Uncle was now awkwardly pressing near my bra hook with his fingers and I was hon
estly getting concerned that if somehow the hook opens up! I closed my eyes mome
ntarily and tried to remain cool, but unfortunately could not demonstrate any pr
otest to this action. This actually was making the situation even worse for me.
I probably should have altered my posture or at least do something to make obvio
us that I disapprove these lewd moves, but since I decided to remain silent and
behaved as if I did not realize his intentions, Uncle surely was pumped up!
O O My God! What was he doing? , I blathered to myself.
I was absolutely convinced now that Radheshyam Uncle was trying to open my bra h
ook under my blouse!
What audacity!
His hand movements obviously signaled trouble for me and he was tactfully pressi
ng my bra strap just adjacent to both sides of the hook!
Radhyshyam Uncle: Arre Pyaremohan Sahab, I think light green would suit Bahurani
more, not this green.
Pyaremohan: Right Sahab, let me see if I get that exact color
I was just a-m-a-z-e-d to see the normalcy of Uncle! He knew very well what he w
as up to, but he behaved as if !!!
Mama-ji: Bahurani, just see that sari once more .
Me: Which which one? (I had to behave normally, had no other way!)
Mama-ji: That one, there at the corner.
Me: O okay.
Mr. Pyaremohan was untying a fresh bunch of saris and so I had to get the sari,
which Mama-ji wanted to re-see, but it was in the far corner and I had to stretc
h myself to get that.
And
And as soon as I stretched myself to get that sari, two things happened simultan
eously and I was absolutely dumbstruck! As I reached out for that sari, I had to
lift my body off the stool just a shade and right at that moment Radheshyam Unc
le, who had his hand on my bra strap for quite sometime now, suddenly pressed th
e hook in such a way that it simply popped open!
I honestly felt as if tranquilized by this! Automatically my lips parted wide an
d I almost uttered a shriek! I was stiff as a board and I was simply t-h-u-n-d-e

-r-s-t-r-u-c-k!
Now that I had picked up the sari, I landed my base on the stool again only to f
ind Mama-ji s hand! I sat completely on his outstretched palm.
Me: Ouch!
Mama-ji: Uuuuuuiii

reee..!

Mama-ji as if cried out in pain!

Me: Oh! Sorry Mama-ji!
I immediately lifted my ass off the seat so
though he must have felt the tightness and
a few seconds. I instantly realized that I
my movements as my heavy milk-jugs shrugged
Mr. Pyaremohan was right in front of me!

that Mama-ji could take out his hand

roundedness of my gorgeous butts for
should have been more careful about
very noticeably inside my blouse and

Mama-ji: Uhhhuu (inspecting his fingers) Oh! Bahurani, you have such a massive
you almost smashed my fingers!

Uff

At once my face was as scarlet as a cherry. Mama-ji s comment (though incomplete)

very evidently indicated about my gaand, and that to in front of this totally un
known shopkeeper!
Radheshyam Uncle: He he Everyone has one, but Bahurani has a big one! Ha ha ha
Mr. Pyaremohan now joined the laughter and I was feeling so very ashamed sitting
amongst these males who were laughing on my gaand.
Mama-ji: Actually I was taking out this small piece of paper (he indicated to th
e floor where I saw the paper bit was lying) actually it was under your I mean on
the seat where you were sitting .
Me: O I see. Err

am sorry Mama-ji.

Mama-ji: It s okay Bahurani (still shrugging his fingers).

Pyaremohan: But Arjun Sahab, how could you err
ter all and not hard as a rock!

I mean get hurt? Its only flesh af

The shopkeeper (though standing right in front of me) was trying to look and ass
ess my hips!
Mama-ji: No, no. That s okay and for your information Pyaremohan Sahab, I might no
t have a wife, but I have some knowledge about female gaand! Ha ha ha
A big round of laughter welcomed Mama-ji s statement and I felt like a fish out of
water sitting asmidst three uncles . My ears had turned crimson and emitting heat
though already my condition was rather tight sitting with an open bra within my
blouse!
Mama-ji: But in this case my hand was in an odd position
Radheshyam Uncle: Had it been my Bahu you probably would not get hurt.
Mr. Pyaremohan: Why?
Mama-ji: Arre Pyaremohan Sahab! His Bahu is much thinner than my Bahurani . You ha

ve seen her naa?

Mr. Pyaremohan: O! Radheshyam Sahab s B-a-h-u y-e-s, y-e-s, I remember! She buys S/
5. Right! She is much, much slender than Madam.
Mama-ji: Anyway, it s okay (still shrugging his fingers).
Radhyshyam Uncle: But

what s that

S/5

that my Bahu buys?

Mr. Pyaremohan: O! That s our shop code.

Radhyshyam Uncle:: But what s that?
Mama-ji was also looking questionably at the shopkeeper.
Mr. Pyaremohan: Ye

err but we do not disclose customer secrets to others Sir!

Mama-ji: Come on Pyaremohan Sahab! We will not spoil your business!

Mr. Pyaremohan: Hmm True! Actually its nothing

err. S/5 is the panty size.

Mama-ji and Radheshyam Uncle both frowned at the shopkeeper. I was also taken ab
ack when Mr. Pyaremohan shared such a private piece of info!
Mr. Pyaremohan: See Arjun Sahab, customers are like gods to me and I remember mo
st of my steady customers by these codes, obviously not always panty size, but m
ay be bra or blouse size or a specific type of sari etc. I remember Radheshyam S
ahab s Bahu s size because very few married customers who come to my shop buys S siz
e panty.
I was absolutely tongue-tied to such an explanation. I could not even look into
the eyes of Mr. Pyaremohan.
Mama-ji: Okay S stands for small I guess?
Mr. Pyaremohan: Yes Sahab. It s meant for women with comparatively small buttocks
(He even showed the size to Mama-ji with his both hands; his palms curving to fo
rm the contours).
Radheshyam Uncle: Ummm . But that s a very naughty way to remember your ladies custo
mers. Ha ha ha
Mr. Pyaremohan: Anyway, Arjun Sahab, if you want, you can apply some cold water
to your fingers
Mama-ji: Nehi, nehi! It s okay. My fingers did not get under a steamroller afteral
l Ha ha ha
I was looking blankly at the counter table in utter dishonor. I was feeling comp
letely out of sorts as the laughter echoed in the vacant hall of the shop.
Mama-ji: Lets get back to business. So Pyaremohan Sahab, are you complete with y
our
Pyaremohan: Sahab, just a few more so that Madam can choose from the entire rang
e.
Mama-ji: Okay, okay.
As I started looking into the various saris again, I started feeling a bit bette

r though very much conscious of my open bra inside my blouse. Mr. Pyaremohan unf
olded a beautiful Gadwal, which had a stunning color combination, but as I was c
oncentrating on it, I noticed the shopkeeper was enthusiastically looking at my
breasts. Did he get the hint that my bra hook had opened? I tried to remain as s
tationary as possible. I knew very well that with the slightest movement my tits
would juggle now and being a heavy-breasted woman it would be extremely tricky
for me to restrain the movements of my bountiful boobs within my blouse.
Radheshyam Uncle: Pyaremohan Sahab, your shop has the best collection in this ar
ea we all must admit. What do you say Arjun?
Mama-ji: Of course Radhe, that s why naa

we brought Bahurani here only!

Pyaremohan: He he he
As they conversed I could once again feel Radheshyam Uncle s hand playing on my ba
ck. Now obviously the effect was more pronounced on me because since the tight e
mbrace of the bra was not there on my breasts, I was getting more excited with U
ncle s warm touches on my back. Each time his fingers were touching my bare skin o
utside the periphery of my blouse, my nipples were responding energetically with
in my blouse. I was trying my best to look normal hanging a smile on my face, but
undeniably was getting ignited inside. I could feel my trademark dryness on the
lips, which I always experience at the advent of sensual feelings and I also sta
rted getting my familiar itch in the choot with this continuous groping. Though
the shop was adequately aired by several fans, I had started sweating also. Ever
y now and then I was adjusting my sari pallu and moving my butts on the stool so
as to remain somewhat calm!
Pyaremohan: This is the last of the lot . So Madam, you have picked for final sele
ction?
Me: These
Pyaremohan: Okay Madam. So . (counting the saris) Six in all. Fine.
Me: I err I will not take all this .I mean will choose from
Pyaremohan: Yes, yes Madam. That s perfectly okay.
Radheshyam Uncle: Good Bahurani (finally removing his dirty hand off my back). You
are at least better than my Bahu. When I came with her once here, she picked ar
ound 15 saris to select from!
Mama-ji: (smiling) Pyaremohan Sahab, do you have anything else, something exclus
ive in your sari section other than these?
Pyaremohan: Sure Sahab! Let me just clean this area. Madam, when you take a look
at our designer collection, you would want to take all. He he he
Mr. Pyaremohan now kept aside the unfolded saris and took out a small bundle. I
sat quietly and was thinking how could I fix my bra hook. It was impossible to d
o that in front of these males. But as I thought deeper, I came out with a solut
ion. Being a garment shop, there had to be a trial room here. I looked around an
d immediately discovered that! I thought that this should be easy - as I would s
ay to Mr. Pyaremohan that I would like to try one of the saris
then would go ins
ide the trial room and fasten my bra. I indeed felt at ease appreciating my own
plan in my mind.
Pyaremohan: Madam, these are mainly printed chiffon, jorget, and crape designer
collection. These are perfect party wears.

Being somewhat comfortable mentally having the trial room plan in my mind, I was e
ager to have a look on this set, especially because I did not have any jorget or
chiffon in my collection. But as Mr. Pyaremohan unfolded the first sari I immed
iately felt slightly hesitant. The reason was simple the sari was just too trans
parent! It was not that I was not aware jorget and chiffon saris are diaphanous
and thin, but this one seemed to be a bit too much! I obviously could not wear s
uch a thing in front of my in-laws, but I thought Rajesh would surely love it. I
smiled to myself.
In the meantime Mr. Pyaremohan unfolded a few more and I was immensely impressed
by the wonderful prints and decided to take one in spite of the revealing trait
of these saris. I knew we hardly get a chance to go to a party where I could we
ar such an item, but what was the harm in keeping one in my collection and when
someone else is paying! I again smiled to myself.
Pyaremohan: Madam (unfolding a very gorgeous jorget), this sea green would match
your complexion very much. Just see
Mama-ji: Wow! This is indeed very beautiful!
Pyaremohan: Madam, just feel the fabric, its so light and smooth, you will hardl
y feel that you are wearing anything!
Me: Hmm (Though I simply loved the print, but I was visibly feeling tight inspect
ing this sheer fabric in front of these uncle-like males)
Radheshyam Uncle: (inspecting the sari with his fingers) Very nice very nice. I a
m just asking one question, though I am very novice about these things whatever I
hear from my Bahu The few times I went for shopping with her I always see my Bah
u is very particular about a matching blouse so are you giving that too with this
?
Mama-ji: Bahurani, see, Radhe is doing half your job! Ha ha ha
I also could not stop smiling hearing that exclusive feminine question from this
elderly male!
Pyaremohan: (also smiling) Madam, you must have thought of that also.
Me: Ye

yes. What about that?

Pyaremohan: Madam, see for all designer saris that I showed you, I have the matc
hing blouse pieces.
He did not even completed his words fully that he quickly pulled out a small bun
ch and briskly scanned and took out the matching blouse piece for this sea-green
jorget!
Pyaremohan: Here it is Madam.
He spread the blouse piece out in front of me and I was shocked seeing its trans
parency! I wondered how could a woman wear such a thin material because because e
veryting would be visible through it! Mr. Pyaremohan probably read my mind!
Pyaremohan: Madam, I know very well why you are frowning, but don t worry. Madam,
we provide appropriate inners (=inner cloth inside the blouse to make the fabric
opaque) with the blouse piece.
Since my thoughts were caught red handed by this shopkeeper I blushed and looked

down though smiling.

Me: O okay. Then its fine.
Pyaremohan: In fact all these designer collection blouse pieces have inners, oth
erwise how can you wear them Madam? Everything will remain visible. He he he
He made the last comment looking at my ripe breasts and I was thoroughly irritat
ed by that vulgar indication.
Mama-ji: My God! So many things are emerging everyday! I never came across such
a thing during our time. Inner! Have you Radhe?
Radheshyam Uncle: No way! In our times, a woman used to wear a blouse and a bra,
that s all. No inners outers Ha ha ha
Pyaremohan: Sir-ji, time has changed. He he he Today s women are more inclined to w
ear new designs, new concepts By the way, Madam, have you used inners before?
Me: Nye ye

err I mean no.

I fumbled miserably because I was not at all at ease to chat on this topic in th
e presence of Mama-ji and Radheshyam Uncle, but the shopkeeper dragged me into i
t.
Pyaremohan: O! I see. Then Madam, I must tell you that you should remember to te
ll your tailor to add 2-3 millimeters to the measures when he takes it for your
blouse, otherwise what these tailors generally do is to just sew the inner witho
ut altering any measure. That way Madam you might feel I mean tight here (he poin
ted towards his chest) He he he
The laugh was so disgusting because I knew exactly what he meant.
Pyaremohan: Let me show you how it would look
louse as sample just a moment

actually I have a stitched jorget b

He quickly leaned downwards to get the sample and I was rather impressed to see
his fitness even with that large body habitus!
Pyaremohan: Here it is Madam.
As he kept the sample blouse of the table I saw Mama-ji and Uncle almost jumped
on it and immediately started inspecting the fabric of the blouse! The blouse wa
s stretched on the counter table and Mama-ji and Radheshyam Uncle both had their
hands right over the cups of that blouse in the pretext of inspecting it! I sim
ply felt miserable in that setting!
Pyaremohan: Madam, see how the inner is stitched the sleeves are normal, but the
back, the sides, and the cups have that thing stitched like this
Saying that he inserted his fingers into the insides of the blouse cup and showe
d me how the inner was stitched within the blouse. And not to mention that he wa
s time and again eyeing my full-sized tits as he conversed with me. I felt so em
barrassed and felt as if the shopkeeper was tracing his fingers within my blouse
! I tried to remain normal, but felt an irresistible itch within my panty and ha
d to scratch once there over my sari to remain composed. It was so, so discomfit
ting to do that in front of mama-ji, Uncle, and the shopkeeper as they all looke
d at my right hand fingers as I scratched my crotch over my sari!
Mama-ji: Pyaremohan Sahab, don t you stitch blouses? I thought you do that .

Pyaremohan: Oh yes Sahab! And that was what I was exactly planning to suggest Ma
dam.
Me: What?
Pyaremohan: Madam, it would be the best if you sew the matching blouse of this j
orget here. We have the most efficient tailors. Arjun Sahab was saying that you
have some more marketing to do and when you return home just pick up the blouse
from here
Mama-ji: Wow! You take so less time?
Pyaremohan: Sahab see, we need to supply to big merchant houses and at those pla
ces turnaround is a key factor. My tailors are very swift and accurate. Madam, h
ow did you like my plan?
I was now virtually having butterflies in my stomach. I was already sitting in a
shop with two elderly males and a shopkeeper with an open bra inside my blouse
and if I need to give measures for my blouse in this status, I would surely due
out of shame! I had to do something, and do something - fast.
Me: Ye I mean that s .. err really good to know, but err
let me finalize the sari first.

let us not hurry on that and

Pyaremohan: Sure Madam. No hurry. I just wanted to tell you that we have that se
rvice, that s all.
Radheshyam Uncle: So Bahurani, do you plan to take this sari or you have chosen
something else from the designer collections?
Me: Umm err

Yes, I will take this one.

As I said that I noted that Uncle was looking down my throat! I quickly lowered
my eyelids to find that my sari pallu had shifted somewhat in the front and a ga
p was created between my pallu and my body and the old humbug was peeing inside
my blouse from his standing posture.
Pyaremohan: Fine Madam, I will get the blouse piece and inner for this and keep
them aside.
My butter-colored deep cleavage along with my heaving flesh held inside the cups
of my blouse was very clearly visible to Uncle from that angle and I immediatel
y wrapped my pallu properly so as to stop this lewd peeping! Uncle smiled wicked
ly at my gesture, which made me all the more irritated.
Pyaremohan: Madam. Now come with me.
Saying that he was about to get out of the counter and instantly alarm bells sta
rted ringing in my mind, as I was very much aware of my condition .
Me: But but where?
Pyaremohan: There . Madam. You see that mirror. You can see yourself in a better w
ay there and decide on the saris.
Me: I mean

errr

can we

err

I was naturally fumbling very awkwardly because I certainly wanted to avoid this
situation of walking in front of these males with my virtual bra-less condition

. There was no way now to go to the trial room first because Mr. Pyaremohan had
already offered me the mirror view, which was just a few feet away right in the
middle of that hall.
Within the flash of a second I realized that right then there was only one way t
o save my dignity.
But
As I was about to propose

I would like to go to the toilet once

Uncle

Radheshyam Uncle: Pyaremohan Sahab, can I go to the toilet once. Is there a one
upstairs or I need to go down?
Pyarehoman: There is one upstairs, but . Err

I mean

Radheshyam Uncle: Why are you hesitating? Any problem?

Pyarehoman: No, no. Actually it s a ladies toilet, but anyway there are no custome
rs upstairs, so you can use that safely.
Radheshyam Uncle: Oho Okay! Okay!
I was only twisting and pressing my lips cursing Uncle that he virtually took aw
ay the little hope that I had to avoid this appalling situation.
But
God was not so unkind to me!
Mama-ji: But Radhe you need someone to assist you
Without a second s delay, I eagerly snatched the words from Mama-ji s mouth.
Me: Mama-ji, you just relax! I am here naa
oblems.

I will take Uncle to the toilet. No pr

Mama-ji: Okay. Okay and since you already have aided him once, it won t be very dif
ficult. He he
Me: (with more vigor) Exactly!
Radheshyam Uncle: Thanks a lot Bahurani. He he he
ilet Pyaremohan Sahab?
Pyaremohan: This way Sahab

By the way, which way is the to

there!

He pointed to a far corner and I could easily notice the door engraved with a fe
male face. Uncle started striding in baby steps with his cane and I followed him
. At that instance it was a big advantage walking with Uncle, as I also desperat
ely needed baby steps to restrict my freely hanging boobs to jerk. Till such time
I was sitting my bra ends were resting at the sides, but as I began to walk, tho
ugh very slowly, I could realize the two open bra strap endings started sliding
more and more towards the front of my body inside my blouse. Moreover due to the
natural weight of my heavy round breasts, the cups of my bra were also simultan
eously slipping off my smooth spheroid tits very sexily inside my blouse. Overal
l the feeling was e-x-c-e-p-t-i-o-n-a-l-l-y weird.
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

In spite of all my efforts my round mammaries undulated noticeably under my pall

u as I walked and I could well realize that I was appearing extremely sexy. The
shopkeeper in the pretext of showing the toilet walked a few steps with Uncle an
d now he was ogling at my freely swaying boobs as I walked past him. I felt so v
ery embarrassed the way he was staring at me!
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, I am giving you so much trouble
Me: Its

it s okay Uncle. Please don t tell me like that.

Radheshyam Uncle: I am so handicapped I feel very frustrated at times

As I walked almost in line with Uncle I noticed he was time and again eyeing at
my undulating tits in spite of my best efforts to walk very slowly so as to have
minimum jerking of my bra-less boobs. We almost reached the toilet door and Uncle
was about to enter it when I had to intervene.
Me: Uncle I mean

err

would you mind if I go in first?

Radheshyam Uncle: Oho! You also Bahurani? He he But

sidence?

but did you not go at Arjun s re

That was indeed an embarrassing redundant query and I thought it was outrageousl
y indecent to ask such a question to any adult woman, but since it was my need I h
ad to reply with a smiling face.
Me: No Uncle. I didn t go there.
Radheshyam Uncle: Right right. You only accompanied me. He he Okay, you go first
and I will wait.
Me: Thanks.
I quickly went inside the toilet and as I closed the door sighed relief. The toi
let was very comparatively small than other toilets I have seen in shops and the
re was hardly space for two ladies to sit and urinate at a time. I faced the wal
l and pulled off my sari pallu off my breasts and started unbuttoning my blouse.
I did not know why I felt extremely excited and anxious as I unfastened all the
hooks of my blouse, probably because I could feel Radheshyam Uncle s breathing on
ly at a 10 mm door s separation! I removed my bra for a while to check my nipples
only to find a couple of perky hard nuts as if fully charged up! I blushed to my
self and quickly hide my treasures inside my bra and fastened the clip quickly a
nd then buttoned my blouse.
Though initially I did not have a plan to empty my bladder, but coming to the to
ilet I decided to do so. I lifted my sari and petticoat and pulled my panty down
to my knees and sat on the floor, but before that I made sure to open the tap s
o that the sound of water falling in the empty bucket subsided the hissing sound
flow of my peeing. I was very much conscious that Uncle was standing just outsi
de the toilet door and could easily hear everything going on in the toilet.
Me: Uncle, you can come now
I opened the door of the toilet and asked Radheshyam Uncle to come inside. I hel
d his arm because I had watered the toilet floor and I thought he might lose his
balance wearing shoes.
Radheshyam Uncle: Surprisingly Bahurani, you did not take long at all! Had it be
en my wife ohhh! She takes painfully long in toilet even for simple pissing you kn
ow!

I was stunned to hear such a direct statement! I marginally smiled and simply like
a fool. Uncle closed the toilet door and kept his cane on a door hook.
Radheshyam Uncle: At times Bahurani, am not exaggerating, I am compelled to thin
k that she must be stripping fully to urinate Huh! And when I ask her, she just s
ays females take longer time than males. Arre! Cite a logic at least
Uncle looked questionably at me as if I were to cite the logic for her wife that
why she takes additional time in the toilet even for simple urination! Disgusti
ng!
Radheshyam Uncle: Why would a female take longer time in the toilet than a male?
I am not convinced! Okay if you are changing your pads etc. I can understand, but
normally No clue!
I was shocked by his words and immediately my whole face turned crimson and I lo
oked at the floor.
Radheshyam Uncle: Arre Bahurani, aap to sharmane lagi! There s nothing to be asham
ed of it s a natural thing!
I nodded, but still could not meet his eyes. I noticed he was opening his fly to
let out his penis for urination! My heart started to race in anticipation of lun
d darshan and almost immediately I could see the stout piece of meat elevating it
s head out of Uncle s underwear. He held his penis in one hand and asked me the we
irdest question.
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, err
e chance!

I should have apologized earlier, but didn t get th

Me: (my eyebrows up!) A-p-o-l-o-g-y ?

Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, I mean
esence of all but actually

I never meant to open your... err... in the pr

I remained silent.
Radheshyam Uncle: Beti, you must be thinking very wrongly about me but believe me,
from the time I had seen you I am time and again assuming you to be Tulsi. Once
again, sorry for my behavior, Bahurani
Me: (had to smile) It s f

fine Uncle.

Radheshyam Uncle: Actually I could not resist myself seeing your attractive back
Bahurani. It looked so similar to err this was one of the favorite pranks that yo
ur mother-in-law enjoyed very much, but but obviously not in a public place
I was much shocked to note that my mother-in-law in her young age wanted her boy
friend to press open her bra hook and wondered what followed after that!
Radheshyam Uncle: I am glad Beti that you did not mind much
should I I mean where should I piss?
Me: (My mind still roaming on this special prank
y with my mother-in-law) What?

By the way, err

where

that Radheshyam Uncle used to pla

Radheshyam Uncle: I mean Bahurani neither there is a urinal, nor there is a latr
ine system!

Me: Uncle, how can you expect a urinal in the ladies toilet! (I was visibly anno
yed)
Radheshyam Uncle: Oho! Very true! I missed out

He he Then?

Me: Then I mean do there! (I indicated towards the wall and naturally was quite ir
ritated by this old man s behavior.)
Radheshyam Uncle: There? But Bahurani, that area

err

seems to be quite slippery!

Me: (I was even more irritated now) Slippery? No way! I just did

err I mean

err

I had to check myself out of natural shyness and fumbled miserably. But hardly c
ould I complete my words that the old fox trapped me on the wrong foot!
Radheshyam Uncle: You sat there Bahurani? (Pointing towards the area near the wa
ll where the outlet was there to take the toilet water out.)
It was such a pathetic situation for me! Being a matured married female I had to
tell this old man where I sat for peeing in this toilet! Moreover, this man was
standing with his stout penis in his hand and was naturally drawing my attentio
n every moment! Though I tried my best not to look at that, but .
Me: (Looking at the floor and biting my lips) Err Uncle

yes I mean

Radheshyam Uncle: I can t take a chance there! No way Beti! Just see those light g
reen patches you are a jawan aurat you can go and sit there
Uncle stressed on the words jawan aurat
e. I tried to convince him.
Me: Why err

and quickly glanced at my curvaceous figur

why are you so panicky? I will hold you properly Uncle

err don t worry.

Radheshyam Uncle: Uuuummm okay, if you assure me. But Bahurani, please be very ca
reful. Actually I already had a fall in the bathroom last year so.
Me: O! Now I got it . Why are you so scary!
A smile on my lips, at last! Uncle also was smiling at me.
Radheshyam Uncle: Oh! I can t hold my u

any more

I looked at his naked lund in his hand raising his head out of his trouser zip a
nd honestly was getting excited each time I looked at that stout meat. He must a
lso be feeling excited to be standing with his penis in his hand in front of a m
arried 30-year-old woman.
Me: (Holding his hand from the side) Take each step carefully Uncle.
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, last time when I fell in the watery floor of my home
toilet, actually my wife was also holding me exactly like this
Me: O! (I smiled foolishly not realizing what he wanted)
Radheshyam Uncle: I think Bahurani if you hold my waist, then I would get more s
upport.
Me: O

okay.

I could realize that this would indeed get me in a compromised posture, but ther

e was hardly much I could do. I extended my right arm and circled his waist and
immediately felt the side of his body torso touching my body including my ripe b
reasts. To my surprise, I did not disliked the touch as my right boob got slight
ly pressed on Uncle s body as I held him from the side
probably because I was alre
ady unconsciously excited seeing his well-nourished naked cock dangling in front
of my eyes.
Radheshaym Uncle: would you mind Bahurani if I hold you for support? I know its
not required since you are already holding me, but since I had that fall inciden
t
Me: O okay Uncle
on my body)

Ho

hold me. (my voice getting croaky anticipating his direct touch

Though moments ago I was disliking the way he was talking and making me embarras
sed, I did not feel that same repulsion as I held him by his waist! Uncle was qu
ite elderly in comparison to my age, but I did not know why I suddenly began to
get tantalized by this effort! I felt Radheshyam Uncle s left hand going to the ba
ckside of me and touched me in the uncovered area of my back below my blouse.
Radheshaym Uncle: Thanks Beti, I am much secured now.
He took 6-7 baby steps to the front towards the wall and reached the outlet mout
h and he started to urinate and I had nothing else to do but to watch that. My r
ight breast got more pressed on his body as he leant more towards me. The feelin
g of my tight round coconut-like mammaries must have been quite erotic for Uncle
(especially at this age) because I could feel his fingers digging firmly on my
back just above my petticoat waistband.
Radheshyam Uncle: A-a-a-a-h-h-h
With the physical closeness to this man and the sight of his thick naked cock be
gan to generate goosebump all over my body and I was feeling pretty thrilled and
exhilarated. And suddenly, I did not know how/why, the memories of last night f
lashed upon my mind! The moment I thought about Guru-ji s massive cock, my whole b
ody ached and responded sexually. The thoughts of Guru-ji s masculine figure, his
tight embraces, his firm squeezes on my breasts and ass, and his massive cock pl
undering my choot made me wet!
Me: Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
I exclaimed within myself as my eyes
tly parted in virtual elation. As if
Uncle s waist tightened and I almost
pletely lost in my sexy thoughts and
!

automatically got closed with my lips sligh

by reflex action the grip of my fingers on
embraced him in my delight. In fact I got com
was as if floating in Guru-ji s muscular arms

I could never apprehend what effect this could have on this elderly man who was
urinating at that moment. And I really did not know how long I was in that rever
ie, but as I gathered back my senses, I instantly realized that I was in Radhesh
yam Uncle s clutches!
As I opened my eyes
- I found my right hand embracing Uncle s waist and my left hand on his naked semi
-erect dick!
- I found my right breast pressing adequately on to the left side of Uncle s body!
- I found his left hand gripping and squeezing my sari-covered gaand very firmly
while his other hand guiding my hand over the length of his lund!
- And last but not the least, I found his thick rough lips smooching my smooth f
leshy cheeks!

I simply froze and took time to realize what was going on! As Uncle noticed that
I had opened my eyes he was more aggressive in his movements and made me hold h
is penis more decisively and I could feel it was growing to full size within my
hand! The touch of his stiff meat and the jerky skin covering it made me extremely
excited though I tried my best to control myself. And before I could utter a wo
rd I could feel Uncle was pressing and massaging my round buttocks like anything
over my sari with his hand, which obviously supplemented my excitement. He was
rubbing his nose over my face and before I myself broke lose, I realized I neede
d to do something! I gathered all my resistance power and could hardly utter
U-n-c-l-e !
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