My mind was again and again hovering around Guru-ji’s manhood, as I had never seen such a thing in my life! It was not that I had not seen pron VCDs, which my husband used to bring, but the penises of the actors there were no match to Guru-ji. Even in the desi CD, which I watched in Shilpa’s bedroom, when the camera zoomed on the male actor’s genitals for some seconds, I noticed he possessed a mediocre sized penis like my husband. In its full form, which I saw as he was about to pin Shilpa, his bare lund was so stout, firm, and bursting, and the penis bulb was so broad – I could not obliterate that off my eyes! I was feeling so very hot and uncomfortable, as my panty was soaked with my juices and my globes very taut and firm within my blouse.
Noting that both Guru-ji and Shilpa had their eyes closed, though Shilpa was still moaning in her lying position, I quickly once scratched my pussy over my sari though I was simply feeling like fingering it. Then I lowered my sari pallu for a moment and adjusted my bra to breathe a bit easy. A thought had already started to bug my mind although I knew myself being a married woman, I should refrain from such taboo thoughts, but it kept hovering my mind. My want was simple – to have Guru-ji’s healthy lund at least once in my choot.
I rebuked myself for thinking in such derogatory lines and only thinking about my physical pleasure rather than the original motto of coming to the ashram of being treated for pregnancy. How could I be so dishonest to my husband Rajesh who loves me so much? Whatever I had undergone in the ashram recently I believe was part of the treatment. Yes, I agree during that process I behaved very shamelessly to undress in front of unknown male and I was touched, groped, and fondled by more than one male. But that was treatment afterall as per Guru-ji’s instructions, which I could not deviate from. One error I can accept is the affair with Uday crossing the limits of normalcy and beyond Guru-ji’s directives, as I was rather carried away by Uday’s physique and personality. I reorganized myself talking within me and tried to control my desire.
Guru-ji alighted from his lying position; he was still stark naked and even in the unexcited position I saw his lund was hanging like a big banana. I was looking at that intently and suddenly as I raised my eyes, they meet Guru-ji’s eyes and I immediately lowered my eyelids in shame. Didi Guru-ji caught my gazing at his bare manhood? He alighted from his position and showing his naked ass to me performed a ‘pranam’ to Linga Maharaj and the yagya fire. Shilpa was now trying to get up and I thought I should help her. She was lying naked on the white sari with ample stains of bright red blood. I do not have words to describe her condition. Guru-ji’s semen was still flowing out of her pussy and into her thighs. I took a white cloth and approached her.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, now you are pure. “Dosha Khandan” is complete. I think you will not have the distractions you were having prior now that you know what the secret is.
Shilpa was not in a position to answer anything, as she could not yet have recovered from the fact that she has lost her virginity moments ago in the hands of Guru-ji! I wiped her body especially her boobs, lips, and her pelvic region. Guru-ji handed me a bowl of hot water and I cleansed her pussy area in a minute, which was covered with blood, Guru-ji’s semen, and her own juices. Then I washed her face, her swollen boobs, and thighs and I could realize she felt refreshed. As I cleaned her, I was getting the same mixed odour from Shilpa’s vagina that I get from my pussy after my husband completes fucking me on bed.
Guru-ji: Anita, first use this patch in her vagina and the pain will go and then give this pill.
Saying that Guru-ji handed me a tube, which was a gel to be applied in her vagina and a tablet for her to swallow. Shilpa recovered remarkably from Guru-ji’s medications in some minutes and I helped her to stand erect on the floor. Guru-ji was getting dressed and I quickly took a last peep at his banana before it was covered by his brief and saffron dhoti. I could not stop transmitting a breath of shyness. Shilpa probably was used to nakedness now. She was a 16-year-old girl with blooming assets, but was not much bothered about her completely bare body in our presence. But I was feeling very awkward, as Guru-ji and myself were fully dressed. I picked up her undergarments first to get her cover her private parts.
Shilpa: Aunty, please.
She seemed unwilling to wear her inner wear.
Me: But Shilpa, you must wear this. Other people will soon come here.
Saying that I pointed to her bra, but Shilpa nodded her head again. I could realize she was thoroughly exhausted.
Shilpa: Aunty, my whole body is aching. Ufff!
Me: But Shilpa, how can you go without a bra in front of others. What will you parents think?
Guru-ji: Beti, you aunty is speaking sense.
Shilpa had no other option but to agree to wear her bra. I put her white bra on her young jiggling boobs and then helped her wear the salwar kamiz. Guru-ji removed the blood stained white sari from the floor and everything looked so normal again!
Nothing much happened in Mr. Yadav’s house after that, though the landlord did not miss one last opportunity to take hold of me before I left his house. But before that episode, we all had the ‘prasad’ together, which Sanjeev had cooked. It was delicious. Mr. Yadav was drunk, but was not ‘out’. He thankfully did not misbehave. Mrs. Yadav visibly looked pretty happy and why not? The way she was involved in lovemaking with Sanjeev, I wonder when I was in the puja ghar during Shilpa’s fucking, what those two were doing!
I was having a difficult sleep throughout the night and was distracted time and again by the royal fucking that I saw before my eyes. Oh! What a size! I recapped again in my dream about Guru-ji’s erect penis and I was calling that in my dream with the name of “Lund Maharaj”! I got up early in the morning as Guru-ji had mentioned that we would move off from Mr. Yadav’s place early. I went to toilet and got refreshed. Near about that time there was a knock at the door and I heard Sanjeev’s voice. I opened the door slightly as I was wearing only my nightdress and no undergarments beneath.
Sanjeev: Madam, we are ready. You come down to the dining hall.
He went away and I got dressed and went downstairs. I could see Mrs. And Mr. Yadav along with Shilpa and Guru-ji there. All were present.
Mrs. Yadav: Good morning. Hope you had a nice sleep.
I nodded and took my cup of tea.
Guru-ji: Nandini, you were saying you wanted to place a Hanuman deity in the puja ghar. I think Sanjeev can guide you where to place it and which way to face it. Sanjeev, if you can please…
Sanjeev: Most certainly Guru-ji.
Mrs. Yadav: Okay Guru-ji. We will be back in 5 minutes then.
Guru-ji: Sure.
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I saw Mrs. Yadav and Sanjeev left the dining hall and Mrs. Yadav looked more than happy to get this chance to be with Sanjeev one last time before he leaves. Everybody except Shilpa seemed to be looking at their departure path, which was underlined by Mrs., Yadav’s swaying hips under her tightly worn sari. Shilpa appeared to be unmindful, obviously still not out of her virginity loss episode and she must have hid that fact from her parents.
Guru-ji: Anita, you have not seen the small temple of their home-god, isn’t it?
I nodded negatively.
Guru-ji: It’s a wonderful small structure, worth seeing once. Kumar why don’t you show that to her by the time Sanjeev is back from upstairs?
Mr. Yadav: Surely Guru-ji. My pleasure. Come Anita.
I noticed Mr. Yadav suddenly had a big smile on his face and greeted me to follow him. Honestly at that moment the thought of Mr. Yadav’s dirty mind did not punch me at all. He walked slowly with his crutches and I followed him. We left the dining space and were out in the lawn and going to the back of their house. Now that Sanjeev and Mrs. Yadav were upstairs, Mr. Yadav and myself were going to the house-temple, I wondered what Guru-ji would say to Shilpa, as she is all alone now with him.
In no time, I realized that rather than thinking about Shilpa and Guru-ji, I should protect myself. The template was at the back of the house and I had to admit that it was a truly well crafted marble finished small structure with complex designs on the walls. Hardly did I finish appreciating the work in my mind that I felt a hand on my blouse-covered back as we were climbing the two to three steps into the mini temple. I looked at Mr. Yadav questionably.
Mr. Yadav: Just a little support Anita to climb the steps.
I had to allow that to this handicapped man, but he immediately started taking advantage of that. I could clearly realize he was feeling with his warm fingers my bare below-the-neck portion just above the blouse. I tried to redirect my mind off his touches and tried to concentrate on the temple carving. But as we entered the temple floor from the steps, I felt Mr. Yadav’s palm slowly creeping down my back over the thin fabric of my blouse tracing my right bra strap. I immediately turned at him and gave him a very firm look disapproving his moves. His hand stopped crawling right away and remained stationary over my back, but still over my bra strap.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, have a look at the roof now.
Me: Wow!
That was a spontaneous reaction from my mouth seeing the beautiful painting on the arched roof of this small room. As I looked up I realized his hand shifted down to the fold of my abdomen and rested there. Frankly I was feeling so uncomfortable now with a male hand touching the naked skin of my abdomen that I had to react verbally.
Me: What’s this? Stop this nonsense and…
Even before I could finish, I felt a full body weight on me and a very tight hug. It happened so unexpectedly that I could not even protect my boobs and they openly crushed and bumped in Mr. Yadav’s chest.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, my sexy darling.
Me: Ouch! You…
Mr. Yadav: Anita, I could not sleep yesterday the whole night thinking about you.
Me: Behave yourself. Aaaaaaaaaaaa! What are you doing?
I was struggling in Mr. Yadav’s arms and tried my best to move off his hands off my shoulder and waist. His face was so close to mine that his spectacles were touching my nose and his thick beard was giving me a tickling sensation, but his clutches seemed to be getting stronger by the moment and I vainly fought back within his arms. Mr. Yadav was very openly feeling my copious blouse covered mammaries on his flat chest and pressed me more and more towards him to enjoy the sensation of my firm heavy boobs on his upper body. He now stuck his lip out and was grazing my cheeks, lips, and nose as I tussled in his control. Suddenly I felt something poking in my abdomen and stinging me. I cried out.
Me: Ah! Take that out. Oh! It’s hurting me.
I soon realized Mr. Yadav’s wooden crutch was piercing my belly, as that rascal had to still hold to that for balance while hugging me. He adjusted a whisker so that the crutch did not poke into my belly anymore and kept his control on my body. We were in front of the deity within the mini temple and seeing no one was around, this disabled man utilized the opportunity to the fullest. Mr. Yadav shifted his position a bit to have my struggling hands under his complete control and was now embracing me in an extremely lewd manner. He was hugging me from the side, his right hand was holding me by my right arm and his left hand gripped my left arm and was now pressing onto my blouse. With his two legs, from the standing position, he pressed my left thigh and I was completely cramped. After a minute or two of struggling I realized very well that it was of no use; simply I did not have the physical strength to get rid of this animal.
Mr Yadav: Shhhhhhhhhhh! Anita, you are sooooooooooo sexy! Aaah!
If it was just an expression of his feeling, I would have still accepted that, but the old humbug simply released my struggling right arm and openly pinched and cupped by bulging left boob over my blouse and then to my utter disbelief kept on pressing it while kissing my cheek. He was trying to get to my lips, but I somehow prevented that.
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuu! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
Mr. Yadav was gripping my left boob very firmly and his fingers hungrily feeling each inch of my young breast within my blouse. Instantly I got a very huge turn on as his thumb was directly pressing on my nipple under the cover of my bra. I almost sighed in ecstasy and momentarily closed my eyes in excitement. Mr. Yadav was an experienced player and he instantly realized my condition and quickly retraced his thumb over my tight blouse and the bastard started pressed exactly over my left nipple again and again.
Me: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Please stopppppppppppp. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.
I was too late to stop him now and he almost ransacked my left breast by even inserting his fingers within my blouse. I also got heated with such intrusions to my private parts and Shilpa’s fucking scenes still hovering in my mind. But hardly did Mr. Yadav give me a chance to cooperate to his touches. He threw the crutches to the floor and dragged me to the wall, which was about a couple of feet, balancing completely on my body. I felt the cold wall on my back and soon realized that I was in a more compromising position now being pinned to the wall. Mr. Yadav almost pounced upon me and I was virtually sandwiched between the wall and his body weight. Though he was swaying a bit for balance as he had thrown his crutches to the corner of the room, he was intently feeling and touching me all over.
The moves were more affirmative and he seemed pretty sure what he was doing. I could not gather enough strength to protest against him and was surrendering slowly. He was cupping my ass cheeks over my sari very hard with both hands and brushing his beard all over my face. Obviously his moves were not limited to squeezing and cupping only, he was pulling up my sari from all corners exposing my legs vividly. Naturally I was quite heated by this time and was feeling wetness within my panty due to this extensive groping. And the rascal made most of it by enabling me to allow him to kiss on my lips. As he started kissing he immediately shifted his right hand off my buttocks and placed that on my right boob and started tracing for my nipple. An electric shock went through my body as if as I got a triple action on my body; Mr. Yadav’s lips on my wet lips, his one hand squeezing my right buttock, and his other hand pressing my nipple.
I had my eyes closed and frankly I was enjoying his touches now. But suddenly there was the noise of footsteps.
“Gaata Rahe Mera Dil, Tu Hi Meri Manzil…”
Someone was coming towards the temple gumming that song. I saw Mr. Yadav also became alert at this new development.
Mr. Yadav: Shhhh. He is our gardener. But why is he coming to this side?
I quickly picked up the pallu and tried to adjust my sari, but Mr. Yadav had pulled my sari almost completely off my waist and my petticoat was clearly visible. Moreover a couple of hooks of my blouse got open due to this heated encounter, but I did not have time to fix that.
Me: Will he come here?
He immediately put his finger on my lips. We could still hear the song and it was not approaching, which meant the man was doing something standing outside.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, talk very softly. If he comes here and sees us in this situation I will be in big soup. This gardener is a pet of Nandini.
He almost whispered in my right ear.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, get my crutch quickly. If he sees that while passing, he would surely enter here.
Me: But how can I move like this. Can’t you see my sari is…
I spoke in a somewhat louder tone and immediately Mr. Yadav pinched my ass cheek over my petticoat and indicated to speak softly. I felt rather ashamed at such a procedure to indicate me something and would surely have slapped him otherwise, but my situation was such then that I had to digest that.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, try to understand. If he sees me here with you… You just get my crutch. Quickly.
I was still dillydallying with my sari and probably seeing that Mr. Yadav held my arms with one hand and unwrapped my sari completely off my body with his other hand. I stood there in front of him clad in my petticoat and blouse. My back was still touching the wall.
“Pyar Hua Ikraar Hua To Pyar Se Phir…”
We could hear a new tune and fortunately it was not approaching us. The gardener must be stationary now while singing.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, for heaven’s sake. Get that crutch.
I was a bit taken aback the way my sari was taken off by him, but understanding the graveness of the situation did not say anything. I made him stand holding the wall and went ahead to get his crutch. As I walked I quickly fastened the two open hooks of my blouse and covered some exposed cleavage of mine. It was definitely an odd feeling walking without my sari, more so as I knew Mr. Yadav was watching my every movement. I picked up the crutch and looked outside through the temple door, but there was no one. I quickly ran back to him and handed him the crutch. I immediately started wrapping my sari when I heard the song approaching us!
Mr. Yadav: Anita, not a word. He is coming this side.
He held the crutch in one hand and grabbed me with the other and immediately pulled me on him. My heavy jiggling boobs again bounced directly on his chest as my face almost bumped on his specs. My heart was beating faster now as I was also scared to be caught by someone in this very compromising state – being clad only in my blouse and petticoat, my sari on floor, and being hugged by a man.
Mr. Yadav: He is probably on the door.
He whispered in my ear and I almost buried my face in his broad chest in anxiety. There was silence then for some moments. The song started again.
“Gaata Rahe Mera Dil, Tu Hi Meri Manzil…”
And this time it was very close to us. Mr. Yadav hugged me very tight now probably out of nervousness. I also cooperated and did not struggle at all. But his movements made me very confused. He was clearly feeling my twin blouse-covered mangoes on his chest the way he was thrusting his chest on my firm round flesh. Mr. Yadav also started pushing his pelvis into my crotch. I could very clearly feel his lund over the clothes poking my lower abdomen or upper thighs. And with his free hands he was very slowly cupping my gaand over my thin petticoat fabric. How could a man behave like this if he was nervous of being caught?
I controlled my reaction and took my hands backwards to shrug off his palms off my gaand. As I tried to catch his hand, he slid his palm on my smooth buttock flesh and continued like that as if I was playing with him! The scoundrel! He had kept the crutch balancing on the wall just beside him and playfully moving his palms on my gaand and at the same time pressing me and making sure I stick to his body. As my hands were behind, my body bent more towards Mr. Yadav and I could jolly well realize he was thoroughly enjoying the full pressure of my firm boobs on his chest. I realized it was of no use trying to stop him that way, as he was playfully grazing my full ass cheeks as I struggled to catch hold of his hands.
Me: Will you behave yourself?
I reacted in a rather loud voice, but instantly made a face by projecting my tongue out partially that I had made a mistake by speaking aloud.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, my darling. He is gone!
Oh! That’s right! I could no longer hear the humming of the song anymore. The gardener must have been away.
Me: Ouch! Hey! Stop! Stoppppppppppp!
Before I could even get back my hands from my hips, that bastard simply pulled up my whole petticoat above my waist and grabbed my naked plump thighs with both hands. I got back my senses and instantly tried to refrain him from doing that, but by that time he had made my entire legs completely exposed. Before he could repeat the same act as he did in the bathroom, I tried to regain my confidence to fight him back because I knew very well that next he would surely try to pull down my panty.
Me: Listen, I will shout if you do not stop!
I was very firm in my voice this time. Mr. Yadav stopped for a moment; my petticoat still in his hand, lifted around my waist, and my white panty clearly visible under my raised petticoat. Unfortunately he did not take me seriously and tried to hug me again. But this time I did not show submissive attitude as I could well realize that this animal would not leave me without inserting his lund in my choot. I raised my hand to slap him and right at that moment –
“Kumar! Kumar!”
It’s Mrs. Yadav’s voice. Probably she was calling from a distance. And the change in Mr. Yadav was worth watching. He left me as if he was electrified, and snatched his crutches from the wall, straightened his clothes, and went towards the temple door. His face was almost pale and he visibly looked very nervous hearing his wife’s voice. I smiled within myself seeing his condition and realizing my sari-less condition was also not appreciable, quickly draped the sari round me and adjusted my blouse, etc. to look decent.
The rest of the time I spent in Mr. Yadav’s house is not worth describing and we got back to ashram by the car in another hour or so. In the car as we conversed I noticed Guru-ji behaved as if nothing happened yesterday night and was not exhibiting the minimum slice of shame that I saw him completely naked fucking that 16-year-old girl. Even Sanjeev, I caught him almost red-handed with Mrs. Yadav, but he was now behaving so casually! I was myself feeling a bit ashamed to even have eye contact with Guru-ji thinking of last night’s incident, but he seemed pretty oblivious!
Guru-ji: Anita, you have reached the climax of your treatment now. Take rest and mentally prepare yourself for the ultimate, the Maha-yagya. Come down to me after lunch and I will share you the details.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
I went back to my room, had breakfast, took my medicines, took a long bath, and closed the door and rested on my bed. Lying on my bed I was trying to figure out what’s in store for me now, as Guru-ji said I have reached the ‘climax’ and Maha-yagya was the ultimate treatment for me. I did not know when my eyelids closed thinking on that line and woke up at the knock on the door. It was Nirmal. He had come with my lunch. I felt so very dejected, as I was having a pleasant dream. My husband and I were out for a vacation at a nice unknown place and we were throwing snow at each other and while doing that I fell and he quickly held me and then was kissing me. Right at that moment this dwarf knocked in!
I was in fact feeling rather drowsy and asked him to keep my lunch on the table, as I intended to take it later. I noticed Nirmal was looking at me, specifically not at my eyes, probably due to his short height, but in no time I realized why he was staring at me. I was rather careless about my dress code, as I opened him the door, and his attention was focussed on my nipple impressions on my nighty. I was wearing no undergarments at that time and sensing that I virtually instructed him to move off, as I wanted to take rest for some more time. With an unhappy face he left my room. I closed the door and went to the toilet to check myself in the mirror.
Oh! My God!
Both my nipples were swollen to their full size and their impressions were clearly perceptible through the fabric of my nighty. I blushed seeing myself like that and understood that the reason for Nirmal’s staring and unhappy face. I pulled my nighty over my breasts a little so as to conceal my nipples impressions, but as soon as the fabric touched my globes, my erect nipples again showed up and definitely I looked quite sexy and alluring like that. It must have been the effect of the dream. As I got out of the toilet, I was smiling within me thinking about my husband’s hug and the time I spent with him in my dream. I went back to bed and grabbed the pillow between my thighs and closed my eyes and tried to recap the dream. Alas! I could not reconstruct it properly and after some time got up dejected and had my lunch.
Wearing a fresh set of sari, blouse, and petticoat with a fresh pair of undergarment, I was almost ready to meet Guru-ji in his room when there was a knock again. I opened the door and Nirmal again stepped.
Nirmal: Guru-ji is calling if you are over with your lunch.
Me: Yes…
He did not allow me to complete.
Nirmal: Oh! You are already! Madam, Sanjeev asked if there is anything to give for washing.
Me: Yes, but…
I checked myself, as I knew I had my yesterday’s dress to be given for a wash, but honestly I did not want to hand it over to this dwarf because not only my yesterday’s sari would go for a wash, but also my blouse, bra, and panty.
Nirmal: But what Madam?
He inquired innocently. The nitwit. I quickly thought of telling him a lie to avoid handing him over my dress.
Me: Oho! Actually in the morning I handed them already to Sanjeev.
Nirmal: But Madam, I checked the boiling herbal water and there was only Meenakshi’s few clothes, no other female-wear.
I was in a fix now, what to reply?
Nirmal: Today actually Sanjeev has taken off and I am doing his duties.
I could very well understand that my lie was caught by Nirmal and hence I had to try an alibi.
Me: Oh! No. I mistook with yesterday. You are right. I did not hand over my laundry today.
Nirmal smiled and I also artificially smiled back.
Nirmal: Madam, if you tell where they are, I can pick it up. You don’t have to then touch yesterday’s items again.
I did not know what to say and agreed to him, as there was no logical way out now.
Me: Okay thanks. They are in the toilet, right corner.
Nirmal smiled again and went to my toilet. I followed him though there was no need to do that. The dress I wore yesterday to Mr. Yadav’s house was lying in a heap at the toilet corner. I was feeling so clumsy in that situation. Thankfully I was standing at his back. Nirmal readily started picking up my bunched sari from the floor along with the petticoat. He kept my sari on his right shoulder and my petticoat on his left. I was watching him from the toilet door. I was feeling so awkward and released a sigh, as now even a blind man could see my white brassiere and panty resting on the toilet floor in an entangled form along with my blouse. Nirmal bent down and picked up the whole lot and turned towards me. I was not prepared for that and was so, so irritated by his teeth coming out seeing my inner wears. He faced me and was trying to take out my bra from its jumbled position with the blouse.
The crook! He had to do all that before me!
I could see my bra strap somehow got tangled with a blouse hook and not realizing that he was trying to pull my bra off. I had to step in.
Me: Hey, what are you doing? This way you will break the hook.
Nirmal looked amusingly at me though I was least amazed. He probably realized the problem and then took out my bra strap off the blouse hook and said something, which irritated me from my nose to toes.
Nirmal: Madam, actually I did not realize that your bra was struck in your blouse hook. You cautioned me timely Madam, otherwise I would have unknowingly torn your blouse hook.
Saying that he held my bra in one hand and my blouse in the other as if showing me that he had safely separated them from the tangle. Nirmal made things even worse for me because while he was separating my bra from my blouse, the panty slipped from his left hand to the toilet floor.
Nirmal: Oh! Sorry Madam.
Out of reflex action I bent to pick that up and I was feeling so very clumsy handing him over my rolled up panty. Before coming to this ashram, hardly had I came across such a situation where I have to hand over my undergarment to a male. In my residence I always wash my own undergarments, which was one good habit grown in me by my mom from my teenage years. So the question of handing over my inner wears to the dhobi never arose. Even I never ask my husband to hand me over my undergarments from the wardrobe or even after sex on bed I make sure that my used bra or panty are in the toilet first thing in the morning so that my husband do not get a chance to inspect them. On the first day in the ashram I remember I had to hand over my washed undergarments to Sanjeev for a herbal wash. That was still acceptable, but this dwarf’s behavior was irritating me to the limit.
Nirmal now looked at my panty closely. Actually it had rolled up like a twisted thick rope, which happens majority of the time not only for me, but also for other females. And as it was due for a wash, I did not care to straighten it after I had open it in the morning after coming back from Mr. Yadav’s place. Never in my wildest dream did I think that Nirmal would pose things so awkward for me.
Nirmal: Oh! Madam. It’s all rolled up.
I had nothing to say to this deliberate indicative remark and simply lowered my eyelids and was biting my lips with my teeth in shame.
Nirmal: Let me straighten it, otherwise it wont get properly cleaned. Madam, can you hold these for a moment?
I was simply dumbfounded and speechless. A man was asking me to hold my bra and blouse while he intends to straighten my panty! I just involuntarily put forward my right arm and held my blouse and bra. Nirmal now with both hands was getting my rolled up panty to its proper shape. Seeing that I felt like dying.
After some more embarassesing moments, Nirmal completed his noble task of straightening my used panty and was at last out of the toilet.
Nirmal: You can go to Guru-ji now Madam. He has completed his lunch.
He departed the place with an equally irritating smile holding my undergarments in his hands. I also followed him closing the door of my room to Guru-ji’s room.
Me: May I come in Guru-ji?
Guru-ji was sitting on a couch and Sanjeev was also there in the room.
Guru-ji: Come in Anita. I was actually waiting for you.
I came in and sat on the carpet where Sanjeev was also sitting. He was entering some figures in a notebook from some chits. I performed a pranam to Guru-ji and he gave me the usual ashirvad saying “Jai Linga Maharaj”.
Guru-ji: Anita, since I have to attend a devotee meeting after some time, I will go to the subject right away. I do not have much time now. As I told you Maha-yagya is the last step to attain salvation from your problem of not getting pregnant. It is a tough process and you will be challenged from all angles to complete it. Only you devotion can take you through. You should only aim at the gifted fruit, which you will bear in your womb after Maha-yagya.
I was almost mesmerized by his talks. Guru-ji’s loud, reverberating voice was making me confident too. I nodded.
Guru-ji: The Maha-yagya path is difficult for any woman to undergo, but eyeing the sweet reward at the end, you should prepare yourself. There are a few steps in Maha-yagya and as you pass each phase, you are nearer to your goal. It’s an acid test for your mind, body, and patience. If you have faith in me and in Linga Maharaj, you will surely attain your destination.
Me: I will surely do that Guru-ji. At any cost, I want to…
My voice chocked in as the pain of being childless suddenly was engulfing me.
Guru-ji: I can understand your pain Anita. You have successfully come so far and with Linga Maharaj’s blessings you will surely complete Maha-yagya successfully.
Guru-ji was silent for a moment.
Guru-ji: I know it is very difficult for a married woman like you to accept other males touching your body, but my treatment process is such that you have to accept it. Child bearing is related to sexual organs, isn’t it Anita? So how can I bypass them during the treatment? If I do not get a measure of your discharge, if I do not know if your vaginal passage has any blocks or not, how can I assess the next steps of the treatment?
I nodded to Guru-ji like an obedient student. In my ignorance, I was actually giving the nod for my majestic fucking in the ashram.
Guru-ji: That’s why on the very first day I asked you to shed off all inhibitions and shame. And today when you have traversed half way, I would ask you to be bold enough to undergo the Maha-yagya.
Guru-ji again halted for a split second and then went on explaining and unfolding Maha-yagya before me.
Guru-ji: What I mean by ‘bold’ is not to do a courageous act Anita, but be mentally bold to accept any situation. Though you have already proved that, but Maha-yagya might demand an extra yard of shamelessness from you. Actually what is a shameless act to you is a regular act for us. For example, yesterday in Kumar’s house you must have thought wrongly about me being naked and having sex with Shilpa, but that’s how tantra goes.
I avoided eye contact with Guru-ji out of natural shame. My ears were already getting hotter.
Guru-ji: When I took tantric diksha under my Guru, we were a total of five, out of which two were females and at that time it was a must to remain naked throughout the process. So you can understand…
I again avoided direct eye contact with Guru-ji and was breathing a little heavier now. Guru-ji was looking at my eyes while he continued talking.
Guru-ji: So, Anita, what I would again stress is – rather than focussing on your bodily condition, converge on the process that’s going on. Then only you can achieve the eventual. Got it?
Me: Yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Now as I told you before Maha-yagya is a two-night affair, , which will start tonight from 10 p.m. You will take rest tomorrow daytime and get ready for tomorrow night’s concluding part of the yagya. I will not get into the detailed steps of the yagya right now, but will unfold to you as we proceed. Okay?
I nodded again.
Guru-ji: Fine. Sanjeev can you see if all the devotees have come or not? Then I can make a move.
Sanjeev: Sure Guru-ji.
Sanjeev closed his notebook and went outside the room. Now I was alone with Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: So Anita, as I mentioned, the Maha-yagya and the tantra philosophy are not formulated in recent times and are age-old and tested and hence its modus operandi demands disciples to be in the purest form while performing it. But keeping in mind that today men and women from cities and towns are also seeking its benefit, we now-a-days allow the “Maha-yagya Paridhan” (Paridhan=dress code). Previously, let me make this very clear again, it had to be done in the nude form, both the participant and the executor.
Guru-ji gave a pause probably to see my reaction. I was trying to guess what I would be allowed to wear and already feeling thirsty vaguely speculating about the “Maha-yagya Paridhan”. I wanted to ask him what the ‘paridhan’ would comprise of, but was searching for words to build up the question. Guru-ji as if read my mind!
Guru-ji: Anita, I agree the Maha-yagya Paridhan is not adequate for a matured woman, but little can I do about it. But again, as I said a number of times, your focus should be on your goal and not on other things.
Me: But still Guru-ji…
Guru-ji: I know Anita you will be curious. But focus should be worshipping Linga Maharaj, that’s all. Rest all, leave it on me.
Saying that he smiled and was about to ascend. Honestly I was by then pretty concerned regarding this “Maha-yagya Paridhan”.
Guru-ji: I need to move off now. By the way, I hope you don’t have any reservations to give measurements to Master-ji?
Master-ji! Oh No. Not again! Instantly I remembered my humiliating episode at the hands of Master-ji and Ramlal and I almost flushed.
Me: But Guru-ji, can I not wear…
Guru-ji: Anita, the “Maha-yagya Paridhan” is a very special attire made of exquisite cotton, which is not available in the market that you go and just buy it. How can you ask such silly questions?
Guru-ji almost grudged. I did not want to annoy Guru-ji at any cost at this crucial juncture, as I knew he is my savior to my pregnancy goal.
Me: Am sorry Guru-ji. I should have understood that.
Guru-ji: You will be surprised to note that Master-ji will stitch your dress today itself and within 10 p.m. You prepare yourself mentally for the yagya and let him do his job. He will be there at your room at 2 p.m.
I nodded and had to alight from my place on the floor, as Guru-ji was all set to leave the room. Though still I had the million-dollar question in my mind, but due to Guru-ji’s towering personality I was unable to voice it to him.
Guru-ji: You can leave now.
I had no other choice but to leave his room and went back to my room. My mind was intrigued by the curious thought about what this “Maha-yagya Paridhan” would be, but Guru-ji did not give any clue. I tried to recap what Guru-ji said regarding the dress, but the only statement I could recollect was ‘I agree the Maha-yagya Paridhan is not adequate for a matured woman’. How could I assess about the dress from this remark? I could realize that it will not be a full-fledged dress like a sari or a salwar kamiz, but something shorter than that surely.
Me: Eureka!
I said to myself. Suddenly a thought came to my mind and I was sure I could get a clue. I thought about asking Meenakshi about it because I will certainly feel uncomfortable to ask about it to any of the males in the ashram, but Meenakshi was a safer bet.
Me: Meenakshi! Meenakshi!
She was in her room and asked me to come in. She was sitting alone on the bed doing some stitching. I went ahead and sat on the bed.
Meenakshi: So, how was your trip to Mr. Yadav’s place?
Me: It was okay. Actually I have come to ask you something.
She smiled and looked inquiringly at me.
Me: Actually as you must be knowing Guru-ji will perform Maha-yagya for me and…
Meenakshi: yes, yes I know.
Me: Yes, and he briefed me just now regarding that.
Meenakshi: Any problem?
Me: I mean, err… Actually Guru-ji was referring about the Maha-yagya Paridhan…
Meenakshi: So?
Me: No, actually I wanted to know what that dress is.
Meenakshi: Oh! But you seem to be pretty much anxious about it.
Me: Yes, as you can understand that I will have to remain in that dress throughout the yagya, so…
Meenakshi: True Anita. This is a problem with we females. Males can actually remain in just a brief throughout the day, but we cannot.
I felt I got someone at last who could realize my shyness being a woman herself.
Meenakshi: Anita, I cannot provide you a very hopeful scenario, as Maha-yagya demands for total devotion and purity of body.
Me: Yes, Guru-ji was also saying likewise.
Meenakshi: Still I can assure you that these two areas will remain covered.
Saying that she indicated with her right hand towards her breasts and pussy area over her sari and smiled naughtily at me. Definitely I was a bit relieved hearing that and smiled back, but still I was visibly anxious. Seeing that, she kept the cloth she was sewing, bent a little towards me, and twisted my right cheek forcefully with her fingers.
Meenakshi: Don’t worry my dear. Let the suspense remain about your dress.
She burst out in laughter and I also was chuckling at her behavior.
Meenakshi: Hey, how long you have been married?
Me: 3 years.
Meenakshi: Oh! God! Then your husband must have enjoyed you 300 times, isn’t it?
She was laughing incessantly and my ears were turning red at her direct verbal poking.
Meenakshi: You still have any shame left? Where do you keep that my dear?
We both guffawed on the bed at this.
Meenakshi: I am thinking to suggest Guru-ji, as per the norm of tantra, not to allow any clothing for married women in Maha-yagya.
We were still laughing, as I pinched her on her hand at this remark, and frankly my anxiousness had diluted a lot.
Meenakshi: Jokes apart, you now simply relax Anita.
She paused a bit and we adjusted ourselves to sit properly on the bed again. Meenakshi’s pallu had almost fallen over her boobs and I could see the huge cleavage being exposed. More so as the top hook of her blouse was also open. I also pulled my pallu properly.
Meenakshi: Leave aside silly issues like this Anita and just worship to Linga Maharaj so that you get the desired fruit.
Me: You are right Meenakshi. I should only concentrate on that. Only I know how many nights I have only wept silently…
We both were silent for a moment and then after some casual talks I left her room and went back to mine. Its already 1:30 p.m., so I was approaching the time when Master-ji would come. I had a faint cloud of irritation again in my mind thinking of facing Ramlal again. Honestly I did not digest the humiliation he did to me verbally and physically. I still remember his very direct and vulgar commentary like
‘I have heard if proper sucking is done on the breasts, unmarried females can also produce milk.’
‘What a gaand you have Madam. It’s so smooth and firm.’
And how can I forget Ramlal’s naked erect dick before he masturbated! I was already feeling tightness in my blouse and I quickly tried to concentrate elsewhere. But hardly did I get the time, as there was a knock on the door.
“Already!” I thought and opened the door. Master-ji was there with his ever-smiling face.
Master-ji: Madam, I am back again!
Noting that both Guru-ji and Shilpa had their eyes closed, though Shilpa was still moaning in her lying position, I quickly once scratched my pussy over my sari though I was simply feeling like fingering it. Then I lowered my sari pallu for a moment and adjusted my bra to breathe a bit easy. A thought had already started to bug my mind although I knew myself being a married woman, I should refrain from such taboo thoughts, but it kept hovering my mind. My want was simple – to have Guru-ji’s healthy lund at least once in my choot.
I rebuked myself for thinking in such derogatory lines and only thinking about my physical pleasure rather than the original motto of coming to the ashram of being treated for pregnancy. How could I be so dishonest to my husband Rajesh who loves me so much? Whatever I had undergone in the ashram recently I believe was part of the treatment. Yes, I agree during that process I behaved very shamelessly to undress in front of unknown male and I was touched, groped, and fondled by more than one male. But that was treatment afterall as per Guru-ji’s instructions, which I could not deviate from. One error I can accept is the affair with Uday crossing the limits of normalcy and beyond Guru-ji’s directives, as I was rather carried away by Uday’s physique and personality. I reorganized myself talking within me and tried to control my desire.
Guru-ji alighted from his lying position; he was still stark naked and even in the unexcited position I saw his lund was hanging like a big banana. I was looking at that intently and suddenly as I raised my eyes, they meet Guru-ji’s eyes and I immediately lowered my eyelids in shame. Didi Guru-ji caught my gazing at his bare manhood? He alighted from his position and showing his naked ass to me performed a ‘pranam’ to Linga Maharaj and the yagya fire. Shilpa was now trying to get up and I thought I should help her. She was lying naked on the white sari with ample stains of bright red blood. I do not have words to describe her condition. Guru-ji’s semen was still flowing out of her pussy and into her thighs. I took a white cloth and approached her.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, now you are pure. “Dosha Khandan” is complete. I think you will not have the distractions you were having prior now that you know what the secret is.
Shilpa was not in a position to answer anything, as she could not yet have recovered from the fact that she has lost her virginity moments ago in the hands of Guru-ji! I wiped her body especially her boobs, lips, and her pelvic region. Guru-ji handed me a bowl of hot water and I cleansed her pussy area in a minute, which was covered with blood, Guru-ji’s semen, and her own juices. Then I washed her face, her swollen boobs, and thighs and I could realize she felt refreshed. As I cleaned her, I was getting the same mixed odour from Shilpa’s vagina that I get from my pussy after my husband completes fucking me on bed.
Guru-ji: Anita, first use this patch in her vagina and the pain will go and then give this pill.
Saying that Guru-ji handed me a tube, which was a gel to be applied in her vagina and a tablet for her to swallow. Shilpa recovered remarkably from Guru-ji’s medications in some minutes and I helped her to stand erect on the floor. Guru-ji was getting dressed and I quickly took a last peep at his banana before it was covered by his brief and saffron dhoti. I could not stop transmitting a breath of shyness. Shilpa probably was used to nakedness now. She was a 16-year-old girl with blooming assets, but was not much bothered about her completely bare body in our presence. But I was feeling very awkward, as Guru-ji and myself were fully dressed. I picked up her undergarments first to get her cover her private parts.
Shilpa: Aunty, please.
She seemed unwilling to wear her inner wear.
Me: But Shilpa, you must wear this. Other people will soon come here.
Saying that I pointed to her bra, but Shilpa nodded her head again. I could realize she was thoroughly exhausted.
Shilpa: Aunty, my whole body is aching. Ufff!
Me: But Shilpa, how can you go without a bra in front of others. What will you parents think?
Guru-ji: Beti, you aunty is speaking sense.
Shilpa had no other option but to agree to wear her bra. I put her white bra on her young jiggling boobs and then helped her wear the salwar kamiz. Guru-ji removed the blood stained white sari from the floor and everything looked so normal again!
Nothing much happened in Mr. Yadav’s house after that, though the landlord did not miss one last opportunity to take hold of me before I left his house. But before that episode, we all had the ‘prasad’ together, which Sanjeev had cooked. It was delicious. Mr. Yadav was drunk, but was not ‘out’. He thankfully did not misbehave. Mrs. Yadav visibly looked pretty happy and why not? The way she was involved in lovemaking with Sanjeev, I wonder when I was in the puja ghar during Shilpa’s fucking, what those two were doing!
I was having a difficult sleep throughout the night and was distracted time and again by the royal fucking that I saw before my eyes. Oh! What a size! I recapped again in my dream about Guru-ji’s erect penis and I was calling that in my dream with the name of “Lund Maharaj”! I got up early in the morning as Guru-ji had mentioned that we would move off from Mr. Yadav’s place early. I went to toilet and got refreshed. Near about that time there was a knock at the door and I heard Sanjeev’s voice. I opened the door slightly as I was wearing only my nightdress and no undergarments beneath.
Sanjeev: Madam, we are ready. You come down to the dining hall.
He went away and I got dressed and went downstairs. I could see Mrs. And Mr. Yadav along with Shilpa and Guru-ji there. All were present.
Mrs. Yadav: Good morning. Hope you had a nice sleep.
I nodded and took my cup of tea.
Guru-ji: Nandini, you were saying you wanted to place a Hanuman deity in the puja ghar. I think Sanjeev can guide you where to place it and which way to face it. Sanjeev, if you can please…
Sanjeev: Most certainly Guru-ji.
Mrs. Yadav: Okay Guru-ji. We will be back in 5 minutes then.
Guru-ji: Sure.
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I saw Mrs. Yadav and Sanjeev left the dining hall and Mrs. Yadav looked more than happy to get this chance to be with Sanjeev one last time before he leaves. Everybody except Shilpa seemed to be looking at their departure path, which was underlined by Mrs., Yadav’s swaying hips under her tightly worn sari. Shilpa appeared to be unmindful, obviously still not out of her virginity loss episode and she must have hid that fact from her parents.
Guru-ji: Anita, you have not seen the small temple of their home-god, isn’t it?
I nodded negatively.
Guru-ji: It’s a wonderful small structure, worth seeing once. Kumar why don’t you show that to her by the time Sanjeev is back from upstairs?
Mr. Yadav: Surely Guru-ji. My pleasure. Come Anita.
I noticed Mr. Yadav suddenly had a big smile on his face and greeted me to follow him. Honestly at that moment the thought of Mr. Yadav’s dirty mind did not punch me at all. He walked slowly with his crutches and I followed him. We left the dining space and were out in the lawn and going to the back of their house. Now that Sanjeev and Mrs. Yadav were upstairs, Mr. Yadav and myself were going to the house-temple, I wondered what Guru-ji would say to Shilpa, as she is all alone now with him.
In no time, I realized that rather than thinking about Shilpa and Guru-ji, I should protect myself. The template was at the back of the house and I had to admit that it was a truly well crafted marble finished small structure with complex designs on the walls. Hardly did I finish appreciating the work in my mind that I felt a hand on my blouse-covered back as we were climbing the two to three steps into the mini temple. I looked at Mr. Yadav questionably.
Mr. Yadav: Just a little support Anita to climb the steps.
I had to allow that to this handicapped man, but he immediately started taking advantage of that. I could clearly realize he was feeling with his warm fingers my bare below-the-neck portion just above the blouse. I tried to redirect my mind off his touches and tried to concentrate on the temple carving. But as we entered the temple floor from the steps, I felt Mr. Yadav’s palm slowly creeping down my back over the thin fabric of my blouse tracing my right bra strap. I immediately turned at him and gave him a very firm look disapproving his moves. His hand stopped crawling right away and remained stationary over my back, but still over my bra strap.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, have a look at the roof now.
Me: Wow!
That was a spontaneous reaction from my mouth seeing the beautiful painting on the arched roof of this small room. As I looked up I realized his hand shifted down to the fold of my abdomen and rested there. Frankly I was feeling so uncomfortable now with a male hand touching the naked skin of my abdomen that I had to react verbally.
Me: What’s this? Stop this nonsense and…
Even before I could finish, I felt a full body weight on me and a very tight hug. It happened so unexpectedly that I could not even protect my boobs and they openly crushed and bumped in Mr. Yadav’s chest.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, my sexy darling.
Me: Ouch! You…
Mr. Yadav: Anita, I could not sleep yesterday the whole night thinking about you.
Me: Behave yourself. Aaaaaaaaaaaa! What are you doing?
I was struggling in Mr. Yadav’s arms and tried my best to move off his hands off my shoulder and waist. His face was so close to mine that his spectacles were touching my nose and his thick beard was giving me a tickling sensation, but his clutches seemed to be getting stronger by the moment and I vainly fought back within his arms. Mr. Yadav was very openly feeling my copious blouse covered mammaries on his flat chest and pressed me more and more towards him to enjoy the sensation of my firm heavy boobs on his upper body. He now stuck his lip out and was grazing my cheeks, lips, and nose as I tussled in his control. Suddenly I felt something poking in my abdomen and stinging me. I cried out.
Me: Ah! Take that out. Oh! It’s hurting me.
I soon realized Mr. Yadav’s wooden crutch was piercing my belly, as that rascal had to still hold to that for balance while hugging me. He adjusted a whisker so that the crutch did not poke into my belly anymore and kept his control on my body. We were in front of the deity within the mini temple and seeing no one was around, this disabled man utilized the opportunity to the fullest. Mr. Yadav shifted his position a bit to have my struggling hands under his complete control and was now embracing me in an extremely lewd manner. He was hugging me from the side, his right hand was holding me by my right arm and his left hand gripped my left arm and was now pressing onto my blouse. With his two legs, from the standing position, he pressed my left thigh and I was completely cramped. After a minute or two of struggling I realized very well that it was of no use; simply I did not have the physical strength to get rid of this animal.
Mr Yadav: Shhhhhhhhhhh! Anita, you are sooooooooooo sexy! Aaah!
If it was just an expression of his feeling, I would have still accepted that, but the old humbug simply released my struggling right arm and openly pinched and cupped by bulging left boob over my blouse and then to my utter disbelief kept on pressing it while kissing my cheek. He was trying to get to my lips, but I somehow prevented that.
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuu! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
Mr. Yadav was gripping my left boob very firmly and his fingers hungrily feeling each inch of my young breast within my blouse. Instantly I got a very huge turn on as his thumb was directly pressing on my nipple under the cover of my bra. I almost sighed in ecstasy and momentarily closed my eyes in excitement. Mr. Yadav was an experienced player and he instantly realized my condition and quickly retraced his thumb over my tight blouse and the bastard started pressed exactly over my left nipple again and again.
Me: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Please stopppppppppppp. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.
I was too late to stop him now and he almost ransacked my left breast by even inserting his fingers within my blouse. I also got heated with such intrusions to my private parts and Shilpa’s fucking scenes still hovering in my mind. But hardly did Mr. Yadav give me a chance to cooperate to his touches. He threw the crutches to the floor and dragged me to the wall, which was about a couple of feet, balancing completely on my body. I felt the cold wall on my back and soon realized that I was in a more compromising position now being pinned to the wall. Mr. Yadav almost pounced upon me and I was virtually sandwiched between the wall and his body weight. Though he was swaying a bit for balance as he had thrown his crutches to the corner of the room, he was intently feeling and touching me all over.
The moves were more affirmative and he seemed pretty sure what he was doing. I could not gather enough strength to protest against him and was surrendering slowly. He was cupping my ass cheeks over my sari very hard with both hands and brushing his beard all over my face. Obviously his moves were not limited to squeezing and cupping only, he was pulling up my sari from all corners exposing my legs vividly. Naturally I was quite heated by this time and was feeling wetness within my panty due to this extensive groping. And the rascal made most of it by enabling me to allow him to kiss on my lips. As he started kissing he immediately shifted his right hand off my buttocks and placed that on my right boob and started tracing for my nipple. An electric shock went through my body as if as I got a triple action on my body; Mr. Yadav’s lips on my wet lips, his one hand squeezing my right buttock, and his other hand pressing my nipple.
I had my eyes closed and frankly I was enjoying his touches now. But suddenly there was the noise of footsteps.
“Gaata Rahe Mera Dil, Tu Hi Meri Manzil…”
Someone was coming towards the temple gumming that song. I saw Mr. Yadav also became alert at this new development.
Mr. Yadav: Shhhh. He is our gardener. But why is he coming to this side?
I quickly picked up the pallu and tried to adjust my sari, but Mr. Yadav had pulled my sari almost completely off my waist and my petticoat was clearly visible. Moreover a couple of hooks of my blouse got open due to this heated encounter, but I did not have time to fix that.
Me: Will he come here?
He immediately put his finger on my lips. We could still hear the song and it was not approaching, which meant the man was doing something standing outside.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, talk very softly. If he comes here and sees us in this situation I will be in big soup. This gardener is a pet of Nandini.
He almost whispered in my right ear.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, get my crutch quickly. If he sees that while passing, he would surely enter here.
Me: But how can I move like this. Can’t you see my sari is…
I spoke in a somewhat louder tone and immediately Mr. Yadav pinched my ass cheek over my petticoat and indicated to speak softly. I felt rather ashamed at such a procedure to indicate me something and would surely have slapped him otherwise, but my situation was such then that I had to digest that.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, try to understand. If he sees me here with you… You just get my crutch. Quickly.
I was still dillydallying with my sari and probably seeing that Mr. Yadav held my arms with one hand and unwrapped my sari completely off my body with his other hand. I stood there in front of him clad in my petticoat and blouse. My back was still touching the wall.
“Pyar Hua Ikraar Hua To Pyar Se Phir…”
We could hear a new tune and fortunately it was not approaching us. The gardener must be stationary now while singing.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, for heaven’s sake. Get that crutch.
I was a bit taken aback the way my sari was taken off by him, but understanding the graveness of the situation did not say anything. I made him stand holding the wall and went ahead to get his crutch. As I walked I quickly fastened the two open hooks of my blouse and covered some exposed cleavage of mine. It was definitely an odd feeling walking without my sari, more so as I knew Mr. Yadav was watching my every movement. I picked up the crutch and looked outside through the temple door, but there was no one. I quickly ran back to him and handed him the crutch. I immediately started wrapping my sari when I heard the song approaching us!
Mr. Yadav: Anita, not a word. He is coming this side.
He held the crutch in one hand and grabbed me with the other and immediately pulled me on him. My heavy jiggling boobs again bounced directly on his chest as my face almost bumped on his specs. My heart was beating faster now as I was also scared to be caught by someone in this very compromising state – being clad only in my blouse and petticoat, my sari on floor, and being hugged by a man.
Mr. Yadav: He is probably on the door.
He whispered in my ear and I almost buried my face in his broad chest in anxiety. There was silence then for some moments. The song started again.
“Gaata Rahe Mera Dil, Tu Hi Meri Manzil…”
And this time it was very close to us. Mr. Yadav hugged me very tight now probably out of nervousness. I also cooperated and did not struggle at all. But his movements made me very confused. He was clearly feeling my twin blouse-covered mangoes on his chest the way he was thrusting his chest on my firm round flesh. Mr. Yadav also started pushing his pelvis into my crotch. I could very clearly feel his lund over the clothes poking my lower abdomen or upper thighs. And with his free hands he was very slowly cupping my gaand over my thin petticoat fabric. How could a man behave like this if he was nervous of being caught?
I controlled my reaction and took my hands backwards to shrug off his palms off my gaand. As I tried to catch his hand, he slid his palm on my smooth buttock flesh and continued like that as if I was playing with him! The scoundrel! He had kept the crutch balancing on the wall just beside him and playfully moving his palms on my gaand and at the same time pressing me and making sure I stick to his body. As my hands were behind, my body bent more towards Mr. Yadav and I could jolly well realize he was thoroughly enjoying the full pressure of my firm boobs on his chest. I realized it was of no use trying to stop him that way, as he was playfully grazing my full ass cheeks as I struggled to catch hold of his hands.
Me: Will you behave yourself?
I reacted in a rather loud voice, but instantly made a face by projecting my tongue out partially that I had made a mistake by speaking aloud.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, my darling. He is gone!
Oh! That’s right! I could no longer hear the humming of the song anymore. The gardener must have been away.
Me: Ouch! Hey! Stop! Stoppppppppppp!
Before I could even get back my hands from my hips, that bastard simply pulled up my whole petticoat above my waist and grabbed my naked plump thighs with both hands. I got back my senses and instantly tried to refrain him from doing that, but by that time he had made my entire legs completely exposed. Before he could repeat the same act as he did in the bathroom, I tried to regain my confidence to fight him back because I knew very well that next he would surely try to pull down my panty.
Me: Listen, I will shout if you do not stop!
I was very firm in my voice this time. Mr. Yadav stopped for a moment; my petticoat still in his hand, lifted around my waist, and my white panty clearly visible under my raised petticoat. Unfortunately he did not take me seriously and tried to hug me again. But this time I did not show submissive attitude as I could well realize that this animal would not leave me without inserting his lund in my choot. I raised my hand to slap him and right at that moment –
“Kumar! Kumar!”
It’s Mrs. Yadav’s voice. Probably she was calling from a distance. And the change in Mr. Yadav was worth watching. He left me as if he was electrified, and snatched his crutches from the wall, straightened his clothes, and went towards the temple door. His face was almost pale and he visibly looked very nervous hearing his wife’s voice. I smiled within myself seeing his condition and realizing my sari-less condition was also not appreciable, quickly draped the sari round me and adjusted my blouse, etc. to look decent.
The rest of the time I spent in Mr. Yadav’s house is not worth describing and we got back to ashram by the car in another hour or so. In the car as we conversed I noticed Guru-ji behaved as if nothing happened yesterday night and was not exhibiting the minimum slice of shame that I saw him completely naked fucking that 16-year-old girl. Even Sanjeev, I caught him almost red-handed with Mrs. Yadav, but he was now behaving so casually! I was myself feeling a bit ashamed to even have eye contact with Guru-ji thinking of last night’s incident, but he seemed pretty oblivious!
Guru-ji: Anita, you have reached the climax of your treatment now. Take rest and mentally prepare yourself for the ultimate, the Maha-yagya. Come down to me after lunch and I will share you the details.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
I went back to my room, had breakfast, took my medicines, took a long bath, and closed the door and rested on my bed. Lying on my bed I was trying to figure out what’s in store for me now, as Guru-ji said I have reached the ‘climax’ and Maha-yagya was the ultimate treatment for me. I did not know when my eyelids closed thinking on that line and woke up at the knock on the door. It was Nirmal. He had come with my lunch. I felt so very dejected, as I was having a pleasant dream. My husband and I were out for a vacation at a nice unknown place and we were throwing snow at each other and while doing that I fell and he quickly held me and then was kissing me. Right at that moment this dwarf knocked in!
I was in fact feeling rather drowsy and asked him to keep my lunch on the table, as I intended to take it later. I noticed Nirmal was looking at me, specifically not at my eyes, probably due to his short height, but in no time I realized why he was staring at me. I was rather careless about my dress code, as I opened him the door, and his attention was focussed on my nipple impressions on my nighty. I was wearing no undergarments at that time and sensing that I virtually instructed him to move off, as I wanted to take rest for some more time. With an unhappy face he left my room. I closed the door and went to the toilet to check myself in the mirror.
Oh! My God!
Both my nipples were swollen to their full size and their impressions were clearly perceptible through the fabric of my nighty. I blushed seeing myself like that and understood that the reason for Nirmal’s staring and unhappy face. I pulled my nighty over my breasts a little so as to conceal my nipples impressions, but as soon as the fabric touched my globes, my erect nipples again showed up and definitely I looked quite sexy and alluring like that. It must have been the effect of the dream. As I got out of the toilet, I was smiling within me thinking about my husband’s hug and the time I spent with him in my dream. I went back to bed and grabbed the pillow between my thighs and closed my eyes and tried to recap the dream. Alas! I could not reconstruct it properly and after some time got up dejected and had my lunch.
Wearing a fresh set of sari, blouse, and petticoat with a fresh pair of undergarment, I was almost ready to meet Guru-ji in his room when there was a knock again. I opened the door and Nirmal again stepped.
Nirmal: Guru-ji is calling if you are over with your lunch.
Me: Yes…
He did not allow me to complete.
Nirmal: Oh! You are already! Madam, Sanjeev asked if there is anything to give for washing.
Me: Yes, but…
I checked myself, as I knew I had my yesterday’s dress to be given for a wash, but honestly I did not want to hand it over to this dwarf because not only my yesterday’s sari would go for a wash, but also my blouse, bra, and panty.
Nirmal: But what Madam?
He inquired innocently. The nitwit. I quickly thought of telling him a lie to avoid handing him over my dress.
Me: Oho! Actually in the morning I handed them already to Sanjeev.
Nirmal: But Madam, I checked the boiling herbal water and there was only Meenakshi’s few clothes, no other female-wear.
I was in a fix now, what to reply?
Nirmal: Today actually Sanjeev has taken off and I am doing his duties.
I could very well understand that my lie was caught by Nirmal and hence I had to try an alibi.
Me: Oh! No. I mistook with yesterday. You are right. I did not hand over my laundry today.
Nirmal smiled and I also artificially smiled back.
Nirmal: Madam, if you tell where they are, I can pick it up. You don’t have to then touch yesterday’s items again.
I did not know what to say and agreed to him, as there was no logical way out now.
Me: Okay thanks. They are in the toilet, right corner.
Nirmal smiled again and went to my toilet. I followed him though there was no need to do that. The dress I wore yesterday to Mr. Yadav’s house was lying in a heap at the toilet corner. I was feeling so clumsy in that situation. Thankfully I was standing at his back. Nirmal readily started picking up my bunched sari from the floor along with the petticoat. He kept my sari on his right shoulder and my petticoat on his left. I was watching him from the toilet door. I was feeling so awkward and released a sigh, as now even a blind man could see my white brassiere and panty resting on the toilet floor in an entangled form along with my blouse. Nirmal bent down and picked up the whole lot and turned towards me. I was not prepared for that and was so, so irritated by his teeth coming out seeing my inner wears. He faced me and was trying to take out my bra from its jumbled position with the blouse.
The crook! He had to do all that before me!
I could see my bra strap somehow got tangled with a blouse hook and not realizing that he was trying to pull my bra off. I had to step in.
Me: Hey, what are you doing? This way you will break the hook.
Nirmal looked amusingly at me though I was least amazed. He probably realized the problem and then took out my bra strap off the blouse hook and said something, which irritated me from my nose to toes.
Nirmal: Madam, actually I did not realize that your bra was struck in your blouse hook. You cautioned me timely Madam, otherwise I would have unknowingly torn your blouse hook.
Saying that he held my bra in one hand and my blouse in the other as if showing me that he had safely separated them from the tangle. Nirmal made things even worse for me because while he was separating my bra from my blouse, the panty slipped from his left hand to the toilet floor.
Nirmal: Oh! Sorry Madam.
Out of reflex action I bent to pick that up and I was feeling so very clumsy handing him over my rolled up panty. Before coming to this ashram, hardly had I came across such a situation where I have to hand over my undergarment to a male. In my residence I always wash my own undergarments, which was one good habit grown in me by my mom from my teenage years. So the question of handing over my inner wears to the dhobi never arose. Even I never ask my husband to hand me over my undergarments from the wardrobe or even after sex on bed I make sure that my used bra or panty are in the toilet first thing in the morning so that my husband do not get a chance to inspect them. On the first day in the ashram I remember I had to hand over my washed undergarments to Sanjeev for a herbal wash. That was still acceptable, but this dwarf’s behavior was irritating me to the limit.
Nirmal now looked at my panty closely. Actually it had rolled up like a twisted thick rope, which happens majority of the time not only for me, but also for other females. And as it was due for a wash, I did not care to straighten it after I had open it in the morning after coming back from Mr. Yadav’s place. Never in my wildest dream did I think that Nirmal would pose things so awkward for me.
Nirmal: Oh! Madam. It’s all rolled up.
I had nothing to say to this deliberate indicative remark and simply lowered my eyelids and was biting my lips with my teeth in shame.
Nirmal: Let me straighten it, otherwise it wont get properly cleaned. Madam, can you hold these for a moment?
I was simply dumbfounded and speechless. A man was asking me to hold my bra and blouse while he intends to straighten my panty! I just involuntarily put forward my right arm and held my blouse and bra. Nirmal now with both hands was getting my rolled up panty to its proper shape. Seeing that I felt like dying.
After some more embarassesing moments, Nirmal completed his noble task of straightening my used panty and was at last out of the toilet.
Nirmal: You can go to Guru-ji now Madam. He has completed his lunch.
He departed the place with an equally irritating smile holding my undergarments in his hands. I also followed him closing the door of my room to Guru-ji’s room.
Me: May I come in Guru-ji?
Guru-ji was sitting on a couch and Sanjeev was also there in the room.
Guru-ji: Come in Anita. I was actually waiting for you.
I came in and sat on the carpet where Sanjeev was also sitting. He was entering some figures in a notebook from some chits. I performed a pranam to Guru-ji and he gave me the usual ashirvad saying “Jai Linga Maharaj”.
Guru-ji: Anita, since I have to attend a devotee meeting after some time, I will go to the subject right away. I do not have much time now. As I told you Maha-yagya is the last step to attain salvation from your problem of not getting pregnant. It is a tough process and you will be challenged from all angles to complete it. Only you devotion can take you through. You should only aim at the gifted fruit, which you will bear in your womb after Maha-yagya.
I was almost mesmerized by his talks. Guru-ji’s loud, reverberating voice was making me confident too. I nodded.
Guru-ji: The Maha-yagya path is difficult for any woman to undergo, but eyeing the sweet reward at the end, you should prepare yourself. There are a few steps in Maha-yagya and as you pass each phase, you are nearer to your goal. It’s an acid test for your mind, body, and patience. If you have faith in me and in Linga Maharaj, you will surely attain your destination.
Me: I will surely do that Guru-ji. At any cost, I want to…
My voice chocked in as the pain of being childless suddenly was engulfing me.
Guru-ji: I can understand your pain Anita. You have successfully come so far and with Linga Maharaj’s blessings you will surely complete Maha-yagya successfully.
Guru-ji was silent for a moment.
Guru-ji: I know it is very difficult for a married woman like you to accept other males touching your body, but my treatment process is such that you have to accept it. Child bearing is related to sexual organs, isn’t it Anita? So how can I bypass them during the treatment? If I do not get a measure of your discharge, if I do not know if your vaginal passage has any blocks or not, how can I assess the next steps of the treatment?
I nodded to Guru-ji like an obedient student. In my ignorance, I was actually giving the nod for my majestic fucking in the ashram.
Guru-ji: That’s why on the very first day I asked you to shed off all inhibitions and shame. And today when you have traversed half way, I would ask you to be bold enough to undergo the Maha-yagya.
Guru-ji again halted for a split second and then went on explaining and unfolding Maha-yagya before me.
Guru-ji: What I mean by ‘bold’ is not to do a courageous act Anita, but be mentally bold to accept any situation. Though you have already proved that, but Maha-yagya might demand an extra yard of shamelessness from you. Actually what is a shameless act to you is a regular act for us. For example, yesterday in Kumar’s house you must have thought wrongly about me being naked and having sex with Shilpa, but that’s how tantra goes.
I avoided eye contact with Guru-ji out of natural shame. My ears were already getting hotter.
Guru-ji: When I took tantric diksha under my Guru, we were a total of five, out of which two were females and at that time it was a must to remain naked throughout the process. So you can understand…
I again avoided direct eye contact with Guru-ji and was breathing a little heavier now. Guru-ji was looking at my eyes while he continued talking.
Guru-ji: So, Anita, what I would again stress is – rather than focussing on your bodily condition, converge on the process that’s going on. Then only you can achieve the eventual. Got it?
Me: Yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Now as I told you before Maha-yagya is a two-night affair, , which will start tonight from 10 p.m. You will take rest tomorrow daytime and get ready for tomorrow night’s concluding part of the yagya. I will not get into the detailed steps of the yagya right now, but will unfold to you as we proceed. Okay?
I nodded again.
Guru-ji: Fine. Sanjeev can you see if all the devotees have come or not? Then I can make a move.
Sanjeev: Sure Guru-ji.
Sanjeev closed his notebook and went outside the room. Now I was alone with Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: So Anita, as I mentioned, the Maha-yagya and the tantra philosophy are not formulated in recent times and are age-old and tested and hence its modus operandi demands disciples to be in the purest form while performing it. But keeping in mind that today men and women from cities and towns are also seeking its benefit, we now-a-days allow the “Maha-yagya Paridhan” (Paridhan=dress code). Previously, let me make this very clear again, it had to be done in the nude form, both the participant and the executor.
Guru-ji gave a pause probably to see my reaction. I was trying to guess what I would be allowed to wear and already feeling thirsty vaguely speculating about the “Maha-yagya Paridhan”. I wanted to ask him what the ‘paridhan’ would comprise of, but was searching for words to build up the question. Guru-ji as if read my mind!
Guru-ji: Anita, I agree the Maha-yagya Paridhan is not adequate for a matured woman, but little can I do about it. But again, as I said a number of times, your focus should be on your goal and not on other things.
Me: But still Guru-ji…
Guru-ji: I know Anita you will be curious. But focus should be worshipping Linga Maharaj, that’s all. Rest all, leave it on me.
Saying that he smiled and was about to ascend. Honestly I was by then pretty concerned regarding this “Maha-yagya Paridhan”.
Guru-ji: I need to move off now. By the way, I hope you don’t have any reservations to give measurements to Master-ji?
Master-ji! Oh No. Not again! Instantly I remembered my humiliating episode at the hands of Master-ji and Ramlal and I almost flushed.
Me: But Guru-ji, can I not wear…
Guru-ji: Anita, the “Maha-yagya Paridhan” is a very special attire made of exquisite cotton, which is not available in the market that you go and just buy it. How can you ask such silly questions?
Guru-ji almost grudged. I did not want to annoy Guru-ji at any cost at this crucial juncture, as I knew he is my savior to my pregnancy goal.
Me: Am sorry Guru-ji. I should have understood that.
Guru-ji: You will be surprised to note that Master-ji will stitch your dress today itself and within 10 p.m. You prepare yourself mentally for the yagya and let him do his job. He will be there at your room at 2 p.m.
I nodded and had to alight from my place on the floor, as Guru-ji was all set to leave the room. Though still I had the million-dollar question in my mind, but due to Guru-ji’s towering personality I was unable to voice it to him.
Guru-ji: You can leave now.
I had no other choice but to leave his room and went back to my room. My mind was intrigued by the curious thought about what this “Maha-yagya Paridhan” would be, but Guru-ji did not give any clue. I tried to recap what Guru-ji said regarding the dress, but the only statement I could recollect was ‘I agree the Maha-yagya Paridhan is not adequate for a matured woman’. How could I assess about the dress from this remark? I could realize that it will not be a full-fledged dress like a sari or a salwar kamiz, but something shorter than that surely.
Me: Eureka!
I said to myself. Suddenly a thought came to my mind and I was sure I could get a clue. I thought about asking Meenakshi about it because I will certainly feel uncomfortable to ask about it to any of the males in the ashram, but Meenakshi was a safer bet.
Me: Meenakshi! Meenakshi!
She was in her room and asked me to come in. She was sitting alone on the bed doing some stitching. I went ahead and sat on the bed.
Meenakshi: So, how was your trip to Mr. Yadav’s place?
Me: It was okay. Actually I have come to ask you something.
She smiled and looked inquiringly at me.
Me: Actually as you must be knowing Guru-ji will perform Maha-yagya for me and…
Meenakshi: yes, yes I know.
Me: Yes, and he briefed me just now regarding that.
Meenakshi: Any problem?
Me: I mean, err… Actually Guru-ji was referring about the Maha-yagya Paridhan…
Meenakshi: So?
Me: No, actually I wanted to know what that dress is.
Meenakshi: Oh! But you seem to be pretty much anxious about it.
Me: Yes, as you can understand that I will have to remain in that dress throughout the yagya, so…
Meenakshi: True Anita. This is a problem with we females. Males can actually remain in just a brief throughout the day, but we cannot.
I felt I got someone at last who could realize my shyness being a woman herself.
Meenakshi: Anita, I cannot provide you a very hopeful scenario, as Maha-yagya demands for total devotion and purity of body.
Me: Yes, Guru-ji was also saying likewise.
Meenakshi: Still I can assure you that these two areas will remain covered.
Saying that she indicated with her right hand towards her breasts and pussy area over her sari and smiled naughtily at me. Definitely I was a bit relieved hearing that and smiled back, but still I was visibly anxious. Seeing that, she kept the cloth she was sewing, bent a little towards me, and twisted my right cheek forcefully with her fingers.
Meenakshi: Don’t worry my dear. Let the suspense remain about your dress.
She burst out in laughter and I also was chuckling at her behavior.
Meenakshi: Hey, how long you have been married?
Me: 3 years.
Meenakshi: Oh! God! Then your husband must have enjoyed you 300 times, isn’t it?
She was laughing incessantly and my ears were turning red at her direct verbal poking.
Meenakshi: You still have any shame left? Where do you keep that my dear?
We both guffawed on the bed at this.
Meenakshi: I am thinking to suggest Guru-ji, as per the norm of tantra, not to allow any clothing for married women in Maha-yagya.
We were still laughing, as I pinched her on her hand at this remark, and frankly my anxiousness had diluted a lot.
Meenakshi: Jokes apart, you now simply relax Anita.
She paused a bit and we adjusted ourselves to sit properly on the bed again. Meenakshi’s pallu had almost fallen over her boobs and I could see the huge cleavage being exposed. More so as the top hook of her blouse was also open. I also pulled my pallu properly.
Meenakshi: Leave aside silly issues like this Anita and just worship to Linga Maharaj so that you get the desired fruit.
Me: You are right Meenakshi. I should only concentrate on that. Only I know how many nights I have only wept silently…
We both were silent for a moment and then after some casual talks I left her room and went back to mine. Its already 1:30 p.m., so I was approaching the time when Master-ji would come. I had a faint cloud of irritation again in my mind thinking of facing Ramlal again. Honestly I did not digest the humiliation he did to me verbally and physically. I still remember his very direct and vulgar commentary like
‘I have heard if proper sucking is done on the breasts, unmarried females can also produce milk.’
‘What a gaand you have Madam. It’s so smooth and firm.’
And how can I forget Ramlal’s naked erect dick before he masturbated! I was already feeling tightness in my blouse and I quickly tried to concentrate elsewhere. But hardly did I get the time, as there was a knock on the door.
“Already!” I thought and opened the door. Master-ji was there with his ever-smiling face.
Master-ji: Madam, I am back again!
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