Me: Please tell me Guru-ji, what is bothering you?
Uday: Actually Madam…
Guru-ji: I think we should not hide it from Anita. Beti, last to last year there was a mishap during a Maha-yagya in the ashram. Actually it was during this very Ashram Parikrama.
Me: What was that?
Guru-ji: That lady was from New Delhi and she was very bold. Her name was Bindiya. That night though was sparklingly moonlit, I advised her to take one of my disciples along with her, but she was unwilling and told that she could manage alone.
Guru-ji paused and I was looking keenly at his face to learn more about what happened.
Guru-ji: You know these villages are not very safe especially for women. Unfortunately, when she went past the door of the ashram to the backside, two rowdy drunk villagers caught sight of her and attacked her. Bindiya was also dressed like you and those drunkards probably got more attracted seeing her like that.
Me: O! My god!
Guru-ji: Yes, it was truly torrid experience for Bindiya, more so being from the city. And we also realized it rather late when she was not returning after completing the parikrama.
Me: Was she… I mean?
I could not express my concern and anxiety in front of three males, as I wanted to ask if she was Molestationd or not.
Guru-ji: Bindiya was fortunate as we reached in the nick of time.
I was eager to know in what state did they found her, but could not ask that shamelessly. Although Guru-ji quenched my thirst, but describing in a bit too much detail, which in fact made me uncomfortable to a certain extent in front of those males.
Guru-ji: When we reached there, those two scoundrels had floored Bindiya on grass and both were trying to ride on her. Just imagine!
What would I imagine? Two guys on top of a woman — that’s what Guru-ji was asking me to think! Guru-ji looked at my face. Uday and Sanjeev were also looking at me. I avoided the eye contact.
Guru-ji: You know Anita, Bindiya was not as pretty as you that people will get attracted to her… Poor lass! It was a very frustrating status for her and I felt so bad especially because she was under my supervision.
Guru-ji paused and it appeared he truly felt pain for the incident.
Guru-ji: I never thought this could happen to any of my disciples. You know, as we arrived at the scene, we immediately pulled off those men off Bindiya and found that she was lying on the grass half unconscious. She was probably hit by something on her head. Naturally, as you can also imagine, her upper portion was completely naked and her skirt was tattered. Fortunately before those rogues could reach their peak, we got there and saved her. She only had her panty on her body and believe me Anita, I was so very relieved seeing that.
What a way to get relieved I exclaimed within myself! I was as usual started breathing heavier exposing my deep cleavage more and more over my blouse.
Guru-ji: Luckily they did not get the time for a **** and we rescued Bindiya. As we brought her back to the ashram, she was still semi-conscious. She had deep scratches and bite marks on her boobs and face. She also got hurt on her buttocks, which I realized when I removed her panty; probably when she fell on the ground, her hips must have hit a pointed stone, etc. All in all, it was a pathetic scene.
I was somewhat shocked to hear Guru-ji removing the married lady’s panty, but on second thoughts, after her molestation when these males reached there, they already saw her virtually naked lying on the ground. Hence I did not pay much heed to that.
Sanjeev: But Guru-ji, you should also appreciate that Bindiya Madam was bold enough to again undergo the Maha-yagya and she is today a proud mother.
Guru-ji: Yes, yes. That’s true. Even after that molestation episode, she was courageous enough to continue.
Me: O-k-a-y.
Guru-ji: Now do you understand why I was hesitating?
Me: But then, what to do?
Uday: Guru-ji, I am good enough as Madam’s security.
Guru-ji: Anita, do you agree?
Me: I have faith in him Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Fine. Sanjeev, give her the thali. Anita, you carry that over your head and rest Uday will guide you. But most importantly, Anita, you cannot talk while you do the Ashram Parikrama; more precisely as you put your first step outside ashram. Okay?
Guru-ji: Second thing is as you offer flowers and small prayers to each of the four Linga replicas and each time you sprinkle this holy waters like this. And lastly you must complete the Ashram Parikrama within 1200 seconds.
I looked questionably as I was miserable in arithmetic.
Guru-ji: Meaning you need to get back within ashram premises within 20 minutes
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
I took the thali from Sanjeev. It was a big round plate full of flowers, kumkum, Ganges water, betel leaves, etc. I felt the thali was heavy too as it was made of brass. I took it over my head and followed Uday out of the room.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj!
We all repeated that in chorus. As I stretched my arms above my head to hold the thali, my blouse started getting strained more against my big tight boobs. Actually I was having a very cumbersome feeling as my brassiere also slipped down a bit when I lifted my arms and now the bra stitches were pressing directly on my areolas very close to my nipples. I somehow managed to get out of Guru-ji’s room with my nipples inside my bra already semi-erect.
Me: Uday, can you hold the thali for a moment?
I immediately told Uday as we were out of Guru-ji’s room.
Uday: Sure Madam. Any problem?
Me: No, nothing.
I handed over the thali and turned away from him and quickly adjusted my blouse and bra and turned back to him.
Me: Thanks. I took the thali from him again and raised it over my head. My boob flesh was getting shamefully exposed each time I lifted my hands over my head, but the darkness of the night gave me some cover.
Uday had a lighted torch in his hand and he was going alongside me. Honestly I was feeling very comfortable with Uday. My crush was still living inside my mind and body. The pleasure I got from him on the moving boat — I would never forget in my life. Though he did not fuck me that night, but I didn’t know how I extracted more pleasure out of it!
Honestly there was no fear in me even after hearing the molestation story of Bindiya from Guru-ji. Today I was a bit reserved with Uday because I knew I had to successfully undergo the Maha-yagya, that’s my greatest priority.
Uday: Madam, I did not get the opportunity to tell you Madam. You look ravishing in this dress.
We were still within the premises of the ashram, so I replied.
Me: Hmm. I know, but its very embarrassing to wear such small clothes at my age.
Uday: Age! What do you say Madam! You will surely get admission to any college — you look so young!
Me: Uday, don’t flatter me.
Uday: Kasam se! Madam. You do not know how sexy you are looking!
Me: Shut up!
Uday: Madam, if you don’t mind, can I tell something?
Me: What?
Uday: Madam, you did not say anything to Sanjeev while he was giving you the secret mantra?
My heart missed a beat. Did Uday saw what Sanjeev was doing? But how could that be? He was in front of me. I immediately tried to prove my innocence in front of my ‘lover’.
Me: What for? What did he do? He gave the mantra in my ear like you and Guru-ji!
Uday: Madam, don’t tell a lie. I saw his hand position from where I was sitting. The opportunist!
I clearly smelt an odor of envy from Uday’s voice and instigated him more.
Me: You held me by my waist and he held me by my hips. That’s all.
I tried to keep my voice very casual and normal while saying it so that Uday becomes more envious.
Uday: Huh! Madam, you are innocent. You did not realize his moves.
Me: May be, but I did not feel anything unusual.
While conversing we reached the gate. The outside looked darker than within the ashram premises. It was around midnight. And now for the first time I felt a wave of unknown fear in me going out in this sexy dress.
Me: Uday, I am safe outside naa? I mean after hearing that case…
Uday: Madam, that was a stray incident, which had never happened in ashram’s history. You just relax.
Me: I will depend on you Uday. Please walk close to me.
Uday: Not to worry Madam. You just remember not to talk otherwise the curse of Linga Maharaj will take effect on you.
Me: No, no. I will keep my mouth shut.
I stepped out of the ashram and Uday was walking beside me. My arms were lifted up as I was holding the heavy thali over my head. As I was walking in that fashion, I could well judge that my fleshy gaand was moving in a very sexy way, swaying up and down, right and left. Thank God! There was no one watching me from behind. I must have been looking awfully raunchy, especially in this micromini.
It was so very quiet outside with grasshoppers and cricket playing the constant music. Clouds were shadowing the moon at times thereby increasing the intensity of the darkness surrounding us. I could hear my own breathing; the adjoining was so silent and still! Thankfully the path going round the circumference of the ashram was sufficiently wide for two persons to walk side by side and relatively clean also though there were occasional shrubs and bushes growing on the trail itself. Uday was lighting up the way for me and we were walking slowly and carefully.
The night was so quiet outside the ashram in this village that a sense of deserted was gripping my mind though Uday was there. A feeling of fright and panic was getting riveted on me rapidly and honestly, if I suddenly see a man coming up this grassy trail, I would surely die out of fear. My throat was getting drier and hands also getting colder thinking of Guru-ji’s description of Bindiya being harassed.
Uday: Madam, the night is so beautiful. It’s like the night we met on boat, isn’t it?
I almost trembled hearing the voice of Uday all of a sudden.
Uday: What happened? Are you afraid Madam?
He looked at my face and got the hint.
Uday: Ha ha ha…
He laughed loudly teasing me. I felt so irritated at that juncture that I just made a face to him showing my annoyance. My annoyance was aggravated by the number of flying mosquitoes around me! Inside the ashram, I did not feel it because they must be using some kind of repellant, but here in the open field along the circumference of the ashram in the nighttime, it was like fleets of mosquitoes flocking at us. I was constantly shaking my legs as I walked to avoid those bloodsuckers.
Uday: Oh! We have reached the first replica. See there.
I looked in the direction where Uday pointed, but could not see anything, as there was darkness. He stepped out of the road in the shrubs and lighted the spot. It was deep down the wall almost near the ground where I picked up the Linga replica illuminated by his torch. I followed the footmarks of Uday and stepped out of the meandering path, but since I was barefooted, I was very watchful regarding the shrubs.
Uday: Madam, just be careful. There are thorns here and there.
Uday helped me by taking the thali from my hands and I positioned myself among the bushes to offer the flowers to the replica.
I noticed that I had to bend down to offer flowers and the prayer – such was the position of the replica. I realized it would be very difficult to stand there for a moment, as it was a mosquito den. Also, I was attacked by the mosquitos more than Uday simply because all of my legs was uncovered because of that miniskirt.
Uday: Madam, you offer the flowers. I will try to keep away the mosquitoes from your legs.
Saying that he held the thali in his left hand and started waving his right hand very briskly near my legs. Seeing that it was not enough he started brushing and sweeping his right hand all along my naked legs. Even in that position I instantly got a turn on getting a male hand touching me around my knees. I tried my best to quickly finish off the process.
Suddenly I noted the torch illumination going off from the Linga replica in front of me! I was puzzled and turned back, but it came back just then.
Uday: Madam, I was checking if there were any mosquitoes under your skirt or not. Ha ha ha…
I was simply stunned to hear that. I was bending a lot to offer the flowers to the Linga replica and my short skirt must have hiked up significantly giving Uday a good upskirt view. And hence this prank — but… but, still it was too much. He was throwing light inside my skirt!
Uday: Madam, I hope you did not mind. He he he…
He laughed in the most irritating way possible. I immediately was up from my bent posture and gave a very hard look at Uday. Alas! I could not speak. I sprinkled the Ganges waters as Guru-ji had demonstrated and we again started walking and I was holding the thali above my head. I was not looking at him and was trying to make him understand that I did not like that lewd prank.
Uday: Sorry Madam.
He tried to console me.
Uday: Madam, look! The moon has again come out.
We had now reached the backside of the ashram. There was a big tree with a large shade here and the place appeared so very dark. Hardly anything could be seen here.
Bhow bhow bhouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu… samitbhai is offline Reply With Quote I almost shrieked and the thali nearly slipped from my hands. I was so scared at the sudden barking of a Rocky. I jumped absolutely close to Uday.
Uday: Madam, madam. Relax. It’s just a Rocky passing by. Not to worry.
My face was pale, palms cold, and lips totally dry. My heart was beating rapidly as I was enormously baffled by that all of a sudden sound. Uday read my face and this time stood by me seriously leaving out the pranks.
Uday: Madam, why do you feel so nervous? I am here naa. I will protect you from everything.
He was saying those words very slowly trying to win my confidence. While saying he wrapped his left hand around my waist. I was already breathing heavily, of course not in excitement, but in anxiety. Uday looked down at my heaving boobs – since both my arms were lifted up holding the thali, more than half of my firm milk-tanks were popping out of my blouse and were appearing like free offers to him.
Uday: Madam, this is the best possible way to ward off fear and nervousness.
I could feel his left hand brushing up my torso from my waist till my milk-tanks and readily grabbed and squeezed my juicy right boob.
Me: Uhuuuuuu….
Since my hands were engaged up my head holding the thali, I shook my head in disapproval of his act. I did not want to divert my mind on to anything else, but the Maha-yagya.
Uday: Madam, your boobs look so inviting in this choli.
Now he briskly shifted his position to my back and hugged me from behind and cupped my mammaries with both his palms. I struggled in his arms feeling his hard prick poking my soft gaand through his dhoti. I could not leave the thali and I had to keep my hands up above my head and Uday took full advantage of that. He was constantly squeezing my boobs and obviously was feeling and caressing my hard nipples over my blouse and brassiere.
Uday: Madam, I know it’s not appropriate to do this, but I cannot resist myself. You are looking so damn sexy…
I could feel his right hand sliding quickly from my right boob down my belly and navel and rested over my pussy. His hand was roaming over my pubic are over my skirt. I tried to stop him by jerking my body, but in the pretext my big gaand pressed more on his erect dick giving him more pleasure only.
I was not allowed to speak, so I tried to request him through my facial expressions, but he was getting excited by the moment. I suddenly felt that Uday was pulling up my miniskirt. My mouth gaped wide as I knew very well that my intimate parts would get exposed if my skirt hikes up just a few inches. But I felt so helpless as my hands were nonfunctional. And as I expected, Uday lifted my skirt up from the front and inserted his fingers under it and started feeling my upper thighs and even touched my panty!
This was too much! I realized that I must stop him, as I was equally getting sexually keyed up. I just kicked him on his feet and jerked my body violently to get out of his clutches. Uday probably comprehended that I was angry now. He left me and stood there speechless. I was shaking my head in displeasure that I did not expect this from him.
Uday: Madam… I mean… Madam, I am really ashamed. I should not have done this.
I was a bit surprised by the abrupt change in Uday, but hoped that he understood that the prime target for me was to undergo that yagya successfully, and nothing else.
Uday: Madam, am sorry. I did that in the heat of the moment. Please forgive me.
I denoted that it was okay and we started walking again. Honestly I was feeling the libido had started flowing in me by Uday’s touches to my intimate parts. I closed my eyes for a while as I walked and tried to focus hard.
My next two Linga replicas’ offerings were uneventful. The night was pitch dark with the moon still playing hide and seek with the clouds. Honestly after Uday hugged me I was, in fact, not feeling the nervousness or the fear of the dark! I smiled to myself at my irregular behavior.
Uday: Madam, we are almost complete; now the last replica.
The place where the last replica was seemed to be the remotest, as the shrubs and bushes were the maximum at that place. Though I was very careful regarding placing my steps, but unfortunately I kept my footstep on a thorny bush. I immediately felt pain of the piercing on my left sole, but somehow controlled myself not to scream.
Uday: What happened Madam? You seem to be in pain!
Uday promptly realized what might have happened.
Uday: Madam, I think you first complete the procedure and then I will see take care of it.
I also felt likewise and stooped to offer the flowers. The mosquitos were having a feast on my uncovered legs. I constantly shook my legs to avoid those bloodsuckers as much as possible. Uday this time was standing directly behind me; though I was aware, I had little option. I had to lean forward once and he must have had a great view of my big round ass covered in that miniskirt. I quickly rose up and offered the prayer and came limping to the pathway. The thorn pricked me on my left foot.
Uday: Let me check.
Saying that he sat near my feet and took my left foot on his lap. In the process I had to fold my leg from my knee and I could perceive jolly well that if he looks up now, he can directly see inside my skirt. My heart was again starting to drum.
Uday: Madam, its just a thorn, give me a minute and I will get that out.
I was bleeding, of course not in profuse amount.
Uday: Madam, raise your feet a bit, I can’t see the spot clearly.
Rise my feet more? My God! That way I would look so vulgarly inviting! But there was no alternative — I stood on one leg and raised my left foot indecently high so that Uday could see the sole of my foot. My skirt was slipping upwards towards my waist and my full left leg remained exposed. I was just counting the seconds when he would look up at me saying, ‘the thorn is out’ and just then…
Uday: Madam, its out!
He looked up and got an ample upskirt view of mine from the front. I was sure he could see my panty clearly this time. I even forgot to get embarrassed!
He tore apart a portion of cloth from his dhoti and tied it on my feet.
Uday: Will get the medicine getting back to the ashram.
I nodded and instantly got my foot back on ground from his lap. But surprisingly I was having pain as I kept it on ground. I tried to ignore it and took a step forward, but it was pinching me inside. Even with that stopgap bandage I was feeling the pain, as I was exerting pressure on my left leg for walking, hence I continued to limp.Uday: Madam, are you still in pain?
I nodded to indicate ‘yes’. He seemingly was a bit astonished.
Uday: I thought I cleared the thorn, but…
I was getting increasing pain now in my sole with every step and was unable to walk at all. I was getting off balance because of my hands being raised up for holding the thali. My face was exhibiting the pain I was having. Uday saw that.
Uday: Madam, how will you walk like this? Shall I check it again? I readily nodded against his wish; I was not in the mood then to be naughty and hence was not ready to exhibit my panty abundantly to him.
Uday: But then, how can you walk like this?
It seemed to be a bigger and painful issue than I thought. I was sure multiple thorns must have entered my sole and Uday was able to trace only one. My pain was increasing and such was the position of the cut on my sole that I was unable to place my foot properly on ground. Each time I exerted pressure on my left sole, it was acutely paining and blood seemed to ooze out of the cut wetting the bandage.
I could not check the injury myself also in front of Uday wearing this skimpy outfit.
Uday: Madam, shall I give you a hand?
He was careful this time probably thinking of my reaction last time when he hugged me and touched me adequately. I was unsure what to do, but could realize it was getting increasingly difficult and impossible to walk like this — either the thali has to be taken care of by Uday so that I could hold his shoulder and walk, otherwise I have to walk on one leg.
Uday: Madam, we should not waste much time as we are running short of time also. If we do not get back in 1200 seconds, Madam, you will have to repeat the whole thing!
I could realize that I need to decide fast what to do. I tried to think of the alternatives. The thali could not be handed over amidst the Parikrama except for offering flowers to the replica or sprinkling the Ganges water. So, that’s out of question.
I will wait and Uday will get Guru-ji here will also eat of the remaining time left of 1200 seconds. So, that’s also ruled out.
Holding the thali on my head, it would be impossible for me to limp on one leg through the remaining distance because I would surely get off balance and fall on the ground.
I certainly did not realize that this small incident would become such a constraint for me! I had ceased walking due to my pain and so was Uday.
Uday: You must complete the Parikrama Madam. You have just the last part to cover.
I was biting my lips and wondering what to do. I was feeling pretty down and just then Uday came up with a weird, out-of-the-world idea!
Uday: Madam, there is only one way, but…
I looked at him questionably and raised my eyebrows to know what it was.
Uday: No Madam, leave it. You will get aggravated. I do not want to annoy you further.
I limped forward to him somehow on one leg and as I did that my big boobs jiggled within my blouse heavily; Uday held me by my belly region so that I can stand at ease. I pointed to him to tell me what was in his mind.
Uday: Madam, since you are unable to walk and your hands are not free, but at the same time you need to complete the Parikrama, and since no one is watching you here, we can do one thing.
“Oho! What is it”” I mumbled in my mind. My facial expression did say that to Uday.
Uday: Madam, I mean I can take you… I mean in my lap and walk till the ashram if you agree.
I was simply astounded to hear such a bizarre proposal! I did not know how to react.
Uday: Madam, please do not take it in the other sense that I want to touch you, so am giving this suggestion. Please. No, not like that. See Madam, you can also understand that with the thali on your head, you cannot walk with that injured leg. So…
I turned my face away from him. It was true that I adored Uday and I had made love to him, but currently I was amidst a yagya process. How could I allow this now?
And I am not a little girl that he will carry me in his lap!
Am nearly 30 years old! A fully matured woman and married too!
Moreover, with my plump figure and this sexy dress – to be in the lap of a man, who was not even my husband was a too much of an idea. But was there a way out for me? The pain is so pinpoint and acute that I was unable to take steps now at all.
After some conflicts in my mind and more pleading and logic by Uday, I finally agreed. Agreed to what? To get onto Uday’s lap and he would carry me the rest of the path to the ashram gate!
I tried to figure out when was it last when my husband took me in his lap and walked. It was in my honeymoon. During our stay at the hotel, he picked me up a few times from the room balcony and carried me through the passage to the bed. It was enjoyable no doubt, but Rajesh was very naughty — he always lifted me up in his arms from the balcony and in the process of picking me up in his lap he invariably pulled up my nighty till my thighs and walked to the bed. The worst part was my landing as my husband made sure that when he drop me on bed from his lap, I land up on my gaand and my legs are in the air, thereby ensuring my full panty view for him.
The very thoughts of those days began to play as if a guitar in my mind. I tried my best to control my mind being wayward.
Uday: Madam, let us not waste any more time…
I tried to remember if ever my husband took me in his lap in the outdoor. Hmm… once, no no, twice I was fortunate to enjoy that. It was during an outing just back to back to my honeymoon. We went to some forest. It was a short two-day trip. There was a small stream on the pathway for our walks and a couple of times when we crossed that, since the place was absolutely desolate, Rajesh picked me up in his lap and crossed the stream so that my sari did not get wet. My figure at that time obviously was also not as plump as I am now, I added significant weight on my hips after my marriage and overall of course I have grown rounder and heavier. It was fun then, but today to get up in Uday’s lap was making me sweat.
I indicated to Uday to pick me up. Should I close my eyes? I did not know what to do as Uday bent slightly to grip me around my naked thighs. He embraced me with both hands just below the area where my skirt ended and in the process his face buried in my navel. I almost shrieked in excitement and embarrassment. But before I could do that, in one smooth jerk Uday picked me up in his lap and started walking!
Honestly, it felt incredible to be in a man’s lap after such a long time after my honeymoon and at this age. I was quite heavy, but still Uday seemed to pick me up like a feather! I again admired in my mind the great physique he possessed. As he walked my whole body was swaying, more so as my hands were still lifted up above my head holding the thali there. Uday’s hands encircled me at my mid-thighs and his head was just near my waist. In a peculiar fashion, he was also holding the lighted torch in his left hand. He was walking trying to walk at a brisk pace and my big boobs were jiggling very sexily within my blouse as he traversed along the meandering path.
I could realize that I was slipping from his arms as we traveled and though initially he was holding me around my mid-thigh region, now I had slid down considerably and he was actually embracing me by my gaand. The more disturbing thing for me was that my big boobs were hanging just above his face. The situation was emerging out to be hotter now than I expected. I could feel Uday’s hands holding me very tightly once he felt his hands were on my firm ass flesh. And time and again I noticed he was moving his head to touch my taut blouse-covered boobs.
“Aaeeiiiiiiiiiiii!”, I mumbled within myself.
Actually I had slid down so much within his arms that he gave a jerk and lifted me up within his lap. In the process I clearly realized my skirt getting rolled up and his stretched arm getting inside my skirt, as I did not ascend much in his lap even after his jerk probably due to my heavy structure. The resultant was my short skirt flowed over his embracing hands. I was naturally stiff and did not know what to do. Shall I indicate him to stop once and straighten my skirt? But I was running short of time already.
I noticed Uday was breathing very heavily now and his head was almost constantly touching the sides of my joggling boobs. I was trying to figure out why Uday was panting — due to my body weight or due to touching my panty under my skirt? I quickly made up my mind that before I get carried away by his touches, I must stop him.
I indicated hammering my right elbow a couple of times on his head to stop walking and he reluctantly halted. I could appreciably comprehend that he was pretty much excited the way he dropped me to the ground from his lap. It was a very sluggish process and he clearly felt my panty-covered ass with his hand as he descended me down. Since my hands were uplifted all the time it was all the more easier for him to brush his face on my boobs and it was a clear intimate hug feeling my big boobs on his chest before he released me finally.
Though my body was definitely responding to his hot movements, I made it a point in my mind not to get distracted.
Uday: Madam, what is it? I am not tired, which you might be thinking.
I just pointed to his forehead where beads of sweat had started to appear. Uday: Oh! This is certainly not for your weight. You are not too heavy. It’s due to…
I smiled mildly when he said, “you are not too heavy”, though my husband’s complaint for the last few months had been that I was overweight, but at the same time he prefers and fancies my big round ass and more than handful sized tight boobs!
Uday: …it’s due to the thali’s weight probably.
He laughed aloud breaking the deep silence of the night.
Uday: Madam, we are almost there. So we should not waste a second. We must reach by 1200 seconds as Guru-ji specified.
I almost forgot the time-frame clause and was quickly was back to reality. I shamelessly stepped forward limping so that he can again take me up in his lap. I closed my eyes as he lifted me again in his lap and this time Uday was rather indecent in his approach. The first time he was cautious and held me quite high in his lap, but this time he seemed more interested in laying a hand on my intimate parts. I could not protest to his picking me up from ground and holding me right over skirt-covered buttocks. This time he held me in such an angle that his face was directly pressing on my left boob as he walked. I could not open my eyes to see my compromised state. If my husband would have seen me in this condition, he must have committed suicide!
My ‘misery’ ended in another couple of minutes as we reached the ashram gate. I was so overjoyed to see the gate, but my joyful emotion was short-lived. As Uday entered the ashram gate with me clinging to his body rather sexily, I found Guru-ji standing there. I was simply shocked. I never realized that he would be at the gate.
Guru-ji: Hey Anita, what happened? Are you all right? What happened Beti? Uday what’s the matter?
Guru-ji was quite concerned. Uday quickly dropped me down from his lap and I also straightened my skirt and adjusted my blouse to look somewhat decent.
Uday: Guru-ji, actually when Madam was offering flowers to a Linga replica she stepped on some thorns. I removed one, but she was unable to walk due to…
Guru-ji: Oho! Poor lass! Give me the thali.
Ah! I was so relieved to have descended my arms to the sides of my body after such a prolonged time holding that thali up my head!
Guru-ji: I was getting concerned that whether you will be able to make the Parikrama within 1200 seconds, but you just made it even after this injury. Congrats.
Me: You should give that compliment to Uday. He carried me quite a distance.
Guru-ji: Good job Uday.
Me: Guru-ji, the main problem was my hands were engaged…
Guru-ji: Yes, yes, I can understand that. Can you walk now taking my help?
Me: Surely Guru-ji.
Though it was paining once more as I stepped forward, but it was manageable holding onto Guru-ji’s outstretched right hand. We reached the yagya room where I found Sanjeev waiting. Uday did not come with us and I anticipated he must have gone to the toilet, as the way he was pressing me in his lap with his body the second time, he must have got a full erection.
Sanjeev and Guru-ji both were showing extra care for me about the wound. It always a good feeling when I see people concerned about me.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, bring a chair.
Sanjeev promptly brought a chair where I seated. I was conscious to keep my knees and thighs closed so that I do not flash my panty. All of my thighs and legs remained exposed in front of both males.
Guru-ji: Let me check.
Saying that Guru-ji sat near my feet. I was naturally feeling shy because a personality of Guru-ji’s stature sitting there made me very uncomfortable. He gently took my left foot and opened the bandage, which Uday had placed, and was checking the cut mark. He pressed the surrounding area to look for any abnormality. I kept my hands on my lap so that my miniskirt did not move up to much for a free show. I turned to Sanjeev and found he was staring at my glistening smooth naked legs.
Guru-ji: Bring the scalpel. Also bring the Betadine, some cotton, and a bandage. Seems another barb is there subcutaneous.
Within a minute Sanjeev handed over the items Guru-ji needed and after some more probing on the wound with the scalpel, Guru-ji was able to bring out the other thorn and dressed the area. I felt much better and thanked Guru-ji.
But that Sanjeev seemed to be more pleased than me! I knew the reason. He was getting ample upskirt views of mine as I was sitting on the chair while Guru-ji was taking the thorn out of my sole. Even with my best efforts I probably could not resist him from getting to see my panty peek.
Guru-ji: Now you are okay Beti. Don’t worry much on that injury. It will heal up in a couple of days. I have done the needful.
Me: Thanks Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Did you do the Ashram Parikrama rituals properly?
Me: Ji Guru-ji. I offered flowers and prayers to the four Linga replicas and also sprinkled water as you directed.
Guru-ji: Good. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Guru-ji went back to his original place indicating me to sit on the asana.
Guru-ji: Now concentrate back and repeat the mantras that I say.
I sat on the asana on my knees and closed my eyes and concentrated on the core job, the Maha-yagya. Guru-ji was conversing the mantras very slowly and I had no problems repeating them.
Guru-ji: Now Anita, we will do the Chandrama Aradhana and follow that up with Doodh Sarovar snan (=bathing in a milk pond). Chrandrama, i.e. Moon is the Fertility God. Did you know that?
I signaled affirmatively.
Guru-ji: So this worship is extremely important and you need to follow what I say absolutely diligently. After the worship to attain the divine goal you will need to distil your body with milk. White stands for the symbol of purity, you must be knowing that.
Me: Yes, yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: In fact Anita, in a way this is a warm-up process to the ultimate Yoni Puja.
Me: O! I see.
Just then Meenakshi entered the room.
Guru-ji: Have you brought …
Meenakshi: Ji Guru-ji.
She interrupted him showing two round red flimsy papers in her hand. I felt extremely curious as I noticed that she was holding those round papers with forceps!
Guru-ji: Fine. Then we will proceed to the lawn and you bring her there quickly not wasting much time.
Saying that Guru-ji and Sanjeev left the room leaving myself in the room with Meenakshi.
Me: What are those Meenakshi?
Meenakshi: These are more tags for you Madam.
Me: More tags? What for?
Meenakshi: Madam, as you also heard, Guru-ji told not to waste time; if we are late he will scold me.
Me: No, no that’s okay, but you can talk while you…
Meenakshi: Right Madam. Will I do it here or you want to go the toilet?
Me: Meaning?
I was rather astonished by her suggestion of going to the toilet.
Meenakshi: Madam, as I had put tags previously on your body, two more are left, which I would fix now. Me: But you already have put tags on my… I mean on my breasts and… I mean…
I was not that shameless to verbalize the word ‘pussy’ in the presence of another person, may it be a female.
Meenakshi: Right Madam, but these two are for your ass. You can see the size of the papers. These are much larger in comparison to the previous ones.
I was just dumb hearing that — Meenakshi is going to paste those two papers on my gaand, more precisely on my both ass cheeks!
Me: But… but why did you not put these after my bath?
Meenakshi: Madam, I told you every action has a reason and you will know it in time.
I was rather confused.
Me: But… But Meenakshi why are you holding that with that forceps?
Meenakshi smiled at me naughtily.
Me: What happened? Why are you smiling?
Meenakshi: You will know yourself as I stick that to your bottom.
She smiled again. I was still not getting why she was holding those two papers in forceps.
Meenakshi: Madam, if you can lift your skirt up would help as my once hand is engaged.
I turned my back to her and gently pulled up my skirt from behind. It was so awkward, but thank god I had to do that in front of a female.
Meenakshi: Fine Madam, go ahead.
Me: What else do I need to do? I have lifted my skirt naa?
Meenakshi: Your panty Madam.
Me: Oops! I completely forgot.
I just lost the fact that have to pull down my panty so that she could stick those papers on my ass cheeks. Realizing that I quickly pulled my panty down and exposed my gaand to her. Now the sensation had changed from awkward to sensuous. I was standing with my panty half way down my legs in the room and moreover, was holding up my skirt at my waist level. The door of the room was not even locked!
I could feel Meenakshi’s free hand feeling the smoothness and roundedness of my gorgeous buttocks.
Me: Hey what are you doing?
Frankly I already started having goosebump, as I felt her hand on my naked butt skin.
Meenakshi: Honestly Madam, you have such a lovely ass. Its so round, so fleshy, so tight. I wish… I wish I had been a male.
Me: Dhat!
She giggled and I flushed listening to her direct praising.
Me: Ouch!
I almost screeched out as I felt something very hot touching my butt skin. I turned back immediately. I almost lost my balance as I forgot my panty was half way down and clinging to my upper thighs.
Me: My goodness! What did you do?
Meenakshi: Nothing Madam. I just touched this paper to your bottom. I hope now you realize why I am using the forceps.
Me: But… but how could the paper be so hot?
Meenakshi: Its specially heated for your Chandrama Aradhana.
She paused just to take a breath.
Meenakshi: Okay Madam, let us do it in a different way Madam.
Me: How? But in any case the paper is scorching hot.
Meenakshi: Madam, pull up your panty and I will first press the paper on your ass cheek over your panty.
I felt that would definitely help me. I quickly pulled up my panty to cover my buttocks and used my both hands to stretch it over my faring butt skin. I could then feel Meenakshi pressing the paper on my gaand over my panty and the heat was of course tolerable. She kept the forceps on a tray and pressed the papers with her palms on my round buttocks. It was an unique experience I must admit.
Some seconds passed and I silently was taking the “umm” feeling on my gaand, which the warm papers were dissipating through my panty.
Meenakshi: Madam, now you can pull down your panty and I can put the papers within.
Honestly, this was the most awkward exercise I had ever done. In such a small span of time I had to pull up and down my panties multiple times. Hardly do I remember a case where I did such a naughty exercise. With my husband it has always been the downward journey for my panty, i.e. if it slides slightly off my gaand, no way it could go up, it only could land up to my knees.Before Meenakshi stuck the round red-colored papers on my buttocks, she applied some fluid on my naked ass cheeks and the papers readily got fixed under my panty. I was literally feeling the heat on my ass now emitted by those red papers. I immediately dropped my lifted skirt to cover my huge gaand. The feeling was almost identical to as if a pair of warm male hands touching my naked ass flesh within my undergarment!
I adjusted my panty slightly over those papers stuck on my ass to feel comfortable and followed Meenakshi out of the room. She went to the courtyard of the ashram where Guru-ji, Sanjeev, and Uday were all waiting for us. I was now quite adjusted to exposing in front of these males. My miniskirt was providing my legs and thighs fully exposed to all and my square necked blouse was displaying generously my deep cleavage and oozing boob flesh.
Guru-ji greeted me with a smile stealing a glance of by skirt-covered ass. He must be pretty much aware that I had those roasted papers inside my panty.
Guru-ji: I hope you are not uncomfortable Anita?
I thought there was no need to ask that in front of everyone. I shyly nodded as all three males were staring at my curvy figure.
Guru-ji: Okay then. We will first proceed for Chandrama Aradhana and then follow it up with Doodh Sarovar Snan.
I was wondering where the ‘sarovar’ (=pond) was in the ashram!
I noticed Uday and Sanjeev bringing up a significantly large bathtub and placed it in the center of the courtyard and through a pipeline filled it with water. They adjusted the tub suitably so that there was clear reflection of the moon in the waters within. Though there was cloud in the sky at that moment the moon could be clearly seen.
Guru-ji: Anita, you are lucky that the moon can be clearly seen right now. It means probably the moon is also happy with your prayers!
He smiled at me and I also smiled back.
The moon’s reflection in the crystal clear water of the tub appeared marvelous.
Guru-ji: Anita, like you have seen previously this is also a medium-oriented worship. I will myself act as the medium for this very important prayer.
Me: Thanks Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Now fully focus on this worship and your only prayer to Chandrama should be to make you fertile. Nothing less, nothing more.
Guru-ji and myself both turned ourselves to the reflection of the moon and folded our arms for the prayer. There was absolute pin drop silence within the ashram, which was quite natural at that hour of the night.
I suddenly heard water splashing and looked up to see Guru-ji had stepped inside the tub.
Guru-ji: Step in Anita.
I noticed the edges of the tub were quite high and it would be rather difficult for me to get in. Guru-ji probably realized my problem.
Guru-ji: Uday, give her a hand.
Uday came near me and helped me get inside the tub by lifting me holding my waist. I somehow managed to get inside the tub giving a huge upskirt view to Guru-ji as he was standing within the tub.
Me: Aah! I mumbled silently. The cold water in the tub gave such a soothing feeling to my naked legs. The water level within the tub was fortunately pretty low and it was not even reaching my knees.
Guru-ji: Anita, you stand here facing the moon like this.
Saying that Guru-ji adjusted my position and he was standing so close to me that my round protruding bottom was touching him time and again.
Guru-ji: Fold your arms in the form of prayer and verbalize what I say.
He was so close to me behind that I could feel Guru-ji’s breathing on my neck. For a woman, it is always very odd to have a male right behind your back, especially when your eyes are closed. Though it was a prayer and I knew I need to concentrate hard, but somehow my mind was getting diverted each time I was sensing Guru-ji’s warm breath on my neck and his folded hands very mildly brushing my blouse-covered back. I was stiff of course as I knew if I moved my gaand just a bit, it would surely hit Guru-ji’s pelvic area.
Frankly it was almost the same kind of situation as I experience while commuting in public vehicles. Most grownup women who have to travel in crowded bus during rush hours feel likewise. Invariably I would find a male to be standing at my back even though I am standing in front of the ladies seats. And taking the full advantage of the hustle and jostle of the crowd within the bus, that male would either feel my ass with his crotch or use his hand to touch and press my butts over my dress. My situation here definitely was not like that and I could not think even in my dream about Guru-ji being like that, but it was my honest first-hand feeling.
The prayer was a long one and slowly I was building my concentration over it.
Guru-ji: Jai Chandrama! Linga Maharaj!
He ended the prayer. He was still standing at my back. Uday and Sanjeev were standing at some distance to my left side.
Guru-ji: Offer waters to Chandrama Anita.
I nodded and tried to bend down to take water in my palm from within the tub and immediately I felt a hard rod poking my gaand and I straightened myself.
Me: Sorry Guru-ji.
As Guru-ji was right behind me, as I bent my full ass pushed into his dhoti-covered crotch and I clearly felt his hard lund on my gaand! I stepped forward and bent down to take water. I knew it would look very inviting to bend like that in front of a male who was just behind me, but there was no other option for me. Guru-ji must have got a grand view of my miniskirt-covered flaring ass. I quickly ascended and offered the waters to Chandrama.
Guru-ji: Do it thrice Beti.
So I had to again bend my round bottoms in front of Guru-ji and provided him with some awful upskirt views as well. Thankfully though it was a moonlit night, the illumination was not bright enough, otherwise surely as I bent my panty would have been clearly visible from where Guru-ji was standing. I somehow completed this exercise.
Guru-ji: Fine. Now that you have offered Ganges water to Chandrama you have authenticated your prayer.
Right then I noticed Sanjeev had lighted up some dry coconut shells with some chemicals on two pots and smoke started to fill up the whole place. The scent of the smoke was typical of the odor we get within a temple — a mixed bag type of smell.
Guru-ji: Okay Beti. Now stand facing me. I am your medium for this prayer. Come close.
I stepped forward within the waters in the tub near Guru-ji. My full rounded boobs were looking like searchlights on my figure in this moonlit atmosphere. He held me by my shoulders.
Guru-ji: Anita, now that you have prayed for fertility, you need to actually make your organs fertile by offering them to Chandrama.
Me: How Guru-ji?
Guru-ji: Yes, I will tell you. Chandrama’s power can only enter into a female organ via a medium through this Maha-yagya. I will help you attain that power.
Guru-ji raised his chin up towards the moon and with folded arms started a prayer in Sanskrit. I was unable to understand much from it. It ended within a couple of minutes.
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! This poor girl needs your help. Please bestow your choicest blessings on her. Please empower her sex organs so that she can taste motherhood. Jai Chandrama!
The whole ambiance was so spiritualist — the midnight timing, the moonlit mystic courtyard, cold waters kissing my legs in the tub, the thick coiling smoke, the unique scent of the smoke, Guru-ji’s colossal physical stature, and his spine chilling reverberating voice… I was getting spellbound.
Guru-ji: Since you have come to this stage successfully Anita, I don’t think you will feel shy attaining this power. Will you?
His voice was piercing the silence of the night and it was so commanding!
I nodded, but Guru-ji seemed not satisfied.
Guru-ji: Speak aloud Anita. You are not replying to me. You are actually replying to Chandrama.
I quickly folded my arms as if in prayer. Guru-ji repeated his question.
Guru-ji: Will you feel shy achieving this divine strength?
Me: No… I mean I will not feel shy.
Guru-ji: Good. Do you have the tags placed on your body?
Me: Ji Guru-ji.
I noticed Uday was putting in more dry coconut shells and chemicals into the pots making the smoke thicker.
Guru-ji: Where are the tags on your body?
My throat was getting dry. The tags were placed by Meenakshi on my intimate body parts and I was definitely hesitant now to tell that aloud in front of three grownup males. Guru-ji was getting impatient seeing my silence.
Guru-ji: Anita, don’t waste the time. The clouds might hide the moon again and then all our efforts would be a waste!
It was true that the sky had cleared up somewhat and we could see the moon continuously for sometime now not being covered up by any cloud. I tried to rebuild my confidence and leaving apart my shyness answered to that question.
Me: The tags… I mean… the tags are on my thighs, navel, and err… hips, and…
I swallowed my sputum and licked my lips to continue. It was somewhat easier for me to pronounce ‘thighs’, ‘navel’, and ‘hips, but to verbalize ‘breasts’ and ‘pussy’ in front of three males was a tough call for me.
Me: And on my breasts and pu… pussy.
Guru-ji: Right! Hey Chandrama! Look at this woman. She is grownup! She is fully matured! She is married! To get your blessing she has placed the consecrated tags on her sexual organs. Help her. Jai Chandrama!
Sanjeev and Uday repeated in chorus and Guru-ji seemed to be gaining in momentum in his voice.
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Your power is infinite. You have helped the infertile with your fertility sanctification. Empower her with your celestial energy. Jai Chandrama!
I was all along pretty much charged up by this whole act, but the next few words spoken by Guru-ji made me blush heavily and I never heard such sexually explicit words about myself from any male apart from my husband; that too when we were at a conjugal peak on our bed. Honestly, my husband does hardly speak such smutty terms even when at full peak during intercourse. But I was shocked to hear such language about me from a towering personality like Guru-ji! Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Look at this poor girl and have mercy. She has everything, yet has a vacant lap. She has a loving husband, yet love is not getting bloomed.
Each time Guru-ji was addressing me as a ‘girl’ I was blushing. Surely by no means at this age and with such a developed figure, I could be called a ‘girl’ but probably to this Godman, we are all like his children!
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Restore the resurgence of sexual power in her body and help her attain completeness.
Guru-ji lowered his voice suddenly.
Guru-ji: Anita, keep your hands by your sides, hold up your chin, and take deep breaths.
I followed his instruction in toto.
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! She has the desire. She has the will power. She just needs the little help to borne the fruit in her womb. Her key to happiness is in your hand. Through your sacred light bless her Chandrama! Bless her.
Though apparently it seemed ridiculous praying to the moon, but the setting was such I also started believing that the moon’s sacred light will enlighten my sexual power!
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Look at her boobs — they are so bubbly, firm, and attractive!
Guru-ji directly pointed his finger to my boobs! I simply could not react.
Guru-ji: Look at her navel — it is so deep that any male can hide his tongue in that! Hey Chandrama! Look at her thighs — they are so well developed that even Rambha would feel reserved, and her bottoms — any male would be provoked to call it gaand! Hey Chandrama! How can you be so cruel to have deprived her of motherhood who has such an attractive jawani?
My ears were already red and I started to breathe faster listening to such lewd things being spoken off so very openly and directly in front of me!
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Pierce your power through her tags and make her sexually potent. Give her unlimited sexual craving! Make her organs active and fertile superlatively. Jai Chandrama!
Uday and Sanjeev echoed in chorus and I thought that this would end now, but I was wrong! Guru-ji now went further to my body detail making me perspire in shame.
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Rip through the tags on her boobs and make her nipples supersensitive! Hey Chandrama! Rip through the tag on her pussy and make it full with fertile honey! Hey Chandrama! Rip through the tags on her gaand and make them more round and fleshy. Hey Chandrama! Make her a sex goddess.
The intensity with which Guru-ji was praying right now and waving his hands up towards the sky I was feeling somewhat frightened. His tall structure, voice clarity, moonlit night, and the mystic smoke all around were certainly adding up to it.
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Now bless her with your power. Bless her.
There was a momentary pause and all was so quiet. Guru-ji went out of the tub.
Guru-ji: Anita, now you will actually gain the power from Chandrama! Listen very carefully what you have to do.
I somehow managed to utter “Ji Guru-ji” with my eyes lowered down in natural womanly shame after hearing such things so loud and clear.
Guru-ji: You first wait till the waters in the tub come to a standstill so that you can clearly see Chandrama’s reflection in it. Then get direct moonlight for 10 seconds on each of the places where you have the tags on your body. First you will press your organ with your hand for 10 seconds and then release it to empower it with Chandrama’s influence for the next 10 seconds. And throughout the process only chant “Jai Chandrama” loudly and clearly. Okay?
I was a bit confused and stammered to ask the silliest question.
Me: But Guru-ji, to get… I mean direct light… err… I have to open… I mean…
Guru-ji: Anita, what needs to be done, needs to be done. Yes, of course to get the direct moonlight on your body you have to open your choli if needed. Which is more important to you? Tell me clearly.
He almost howled and I got pretty much afraid.
Me: No, no Guru-ji. I did not mean that.
Guru-ji: Then what?
Me: It’s okay Guru-ji. I am doing it.
I said meekly accepting that I would open my choli in front of three males, not to mention about my skirt!
Guru-ji: That’s better. Here you are obliging the Fertility God and not doing any striptease that you will feel ashamed.
I was stunned to hear such things from Guru-ji and felt so very ashamed especially in the presence Uday and Sanjeev. I was already half striped in this micromini dress in front of these male eyes and now probably I have to do a full striptease!
Guru-ji’s tone had changed dramatically and it was so commanding that I was having a faster heartbeat.
The water in the tub had subsided and was quite still now. The full moon was also clearly visible in the water.
Me: Guru-ji, shall I proceed?
Guru-ji stepped forward just to check whether the water in the tub was absolutely still or not and being satisfied gave me the nod.
Guru-ji: Do not open the tags. Chandrama’s power will pierce through those holy strips of papers.
Me: Okay.
Guru-ji: I will instruct you and you need to just obey that, but remember not stop your chant.
I nodded and noticed Sanjeev and Uday were standing pretty close, which means they would have a very clear view of my stripping act. I turned my focus towards Sanjeev and he was undoubtedly giving impatient looks, as he knew a plump woman like me would open her choli in front of him in a minute!
I started to chant “Jai Chandrama!” in a continuos manner.
Guru-ji: Anita, start with your navel. That’s the equilibrium point of your body. First press your navel tag with your right hand index finger.
I obeyed him -ji and listening to Guru-ji’s call again released my finger after 10 seconds.
Guru-ji: Now your thigh tags. Do the same thing with both your hands.
I stopped a little to do that and my boobs almost jumped out of my short choli making my deep cleavage prominently visible to all the males. My heart was racing fast as I knew the next tag has to be either my nipple tag, or my pussy tag, or my ass tags.
Guru-ji: Fine. Anita, now the tags on your buttocks. You don’t have to pull down your panty. You just raise your skirt with one hand so that your gaand gets the full moonlight.
I was of course very hesitant to pull up my skirt in front of three grownup males, but by that time convinced my mind that I had to do that shameless act. I consoled my mind by saying to my mind that my family members or my hubby would never know anything about this and I am doing this to please the God abiding by the norms.
Guru-ji: Anita, don’t waste time. Lift up your skit and show Chandrama your lovely gaand.
I closed my eyes and with my right hand gathered my skirt, pulled it up till my waist, and I could as if feel the three males looking up my bottoms! The panty I was wearing was by no means enough to protect any dignity of my large fleshy ass. In fact, a panty never covers the buttocks of a matured woman properly, but we women do not care about it because a sari, salwar-kamiz, or a skirt covers us amply. But here the situation was so very different. I did not even get a chance to at least stretch my panty on my ass cheeks before it was exposed to these males. I pressed the paper tag under my panty with my left hand for 10 seconds and then released it and stood like a statue in shame for another 10 seconds.
The short time frame was the only reassuring factor for me I thought.
Guru-ji: Okay, now change your hand and repeat the same process. I was continuously chanting loudly, which actually made me feel more embarrassed.
I repeated the same process exchanging my hands. What a scene I thought for those males to watch! A housewife of around 30 standing in front of them lifting her skirt to her waist and showing them her panty-covered ass. My nipples were already so hard and piercing my bra fabric. I could not open my eyes for a moment even in utter humiliation. I remembered in school in higher classes we had a PT teacher who was a pervert and used to make girls pull up their skirts giving lame reasoning and I also could not avoid being victimized by him once or twice. But then it was school and I was a teenager. But here what I was doing was no less that a striptease!
Thankfully it was over and I pulled down my skirt over my panty-covered big buns, only to get ready to unbutton my choli!
Guru-ji: Good job Anita. Now your nipple tags. You don’t have to pull the choli off your body, just open the buttons.
I opened my eyes once and looked so very timidly towards Guru-ji and others. From within the tub and even in that smoky environment, I did not miss to notice the huge erection of Guru-ji under his dhoti, which appeared like a tent now. Sanjeev almost gave me a shock as I noticed him scratching and pressing his penis over his dhoti very openly. Uday seemed relatively calm!
I tried to concentrate on the mantra and started unbuttoning my choli. As I opened the last button, my bra-covered heavy boobs along with a massive cleavage were on display to my male audience. In that moonlit setting and smoky ambiance I could well realize I was in reality looking like a sex goddess! As I looked from the corner of my eyes there was definitely a ‘wow’ appreciation in Sanjeev’s eyes, Guru-ji though was an exception.
Guru-ji: Anita, now feel and locate the tags under your bra and press them with your index fingers of both hands.
There was nothing to locate actually because my nipples already had risen their heads under my brassiere and their impressions were quite clear on my bra fabric. I crossed my hands and pressed my nipples as the tags were placed on them.
Guru-ji: Now allow Chandrama to give celestial power to your boobs so that they remain tight and firm in the days to come such that your husband can extract maximum pleasure out of them. And let your nipples be blessed with supersensitiveness and rosiness so that whenever your husband touches you, even if its just holding the hand, your nipples grow up to their full resilient structure. Jai Chandrama!Standing with my choli buttons open in front of three males was making me perspire already and now listening to such very direct sexy comments, I was getting seriously (s)excited.
Guru-ji: Great! Now the last and the most crucial one Anita.
I was getting short of breath constantly uttering the mantra, but as per Guru-ji’s instruction I did not stop.
Guru-ji: First button your choli and then proceed.
As I was quickly buttoning my choli, Guru-ji ordered further.
Guru-ji: Now like you did previously raise your skirt and do the same thing. Mind you, keep your index finger just on your hole, the tag is just to the left side of your slit I suppose.
I was dying in shame hearing this instruction, but knew that I had to do it. I raised my skirt and all the three males standing my side got a clear frontal view of my panty and I kept my finger on my honey hot. I had closed my eyes and clenched my teeth — it was so, so humiliating and disgraceful. For the first time in my life I realized that even ten seconds is a l-o-n-g time!
Guru-ji: Its done Anita. You can pull down your skirt.
Before Guru-ji could even complete, I quickly took my hand off my pussy and dropped my skirt to cover my panty. I was almost dyspneic having continuously chanting the mantra and was virtually trembling in shame and excitement as a result of this Chandrama Aradhana. Guru-ji seemed to be summing up the whole episode.
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! I believe that you are happy with her worship and would liven up her sex organs adequately so that they harvest fertility. Let her boobs, navel, pussy, gaand, and thighs become the epitome of sexuality and they help drive her full steam during copulating. Jai Chandrama!
We all echoed “Jai Chandrama!”
By this time the smoke was clearing out as Uday and Sanjeev were not putting in further dry coconut shells or chemicals and at last getting some opportunity I swiftly adjusted my bra and choli as well as stretched my skirt to feel somewhat decent.
Guru-ji: Anita, since you have done a well-mannered prayer, I believe you will not be deprived of the celestial powers of Chandrama.
He smiled at me and I felt much assured that I had carried out this part of the Maha-yagya properly though it was rather shameful for any matured woman to execute in front of males.
Guru-ji: Now we will proceed to the Doodh Sarovar snan, which is basically a sterilization process of the body and soul. The color white as you know is the symbol of purity and there is no better alternative than milk for attaining cleanliness. Are you getting me?
Me: Yes, yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Till such time Sanjeev and Uday make the arrangements let us take a walk.
Saying that Guru-ji started walking down the courtyard while Sanjeev and Uday went off within the ashram. I had to follow Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Anita, it seems you are still in some sort of tension with the result of the Maha-yagya. Am I right?
Me: True Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: But why? If I am with you, Linga Maharaj blesses you, why should you worry? Remember to attain true sexual pleasure whereby you can attain a healthy pregnancy, the mind has to be absolutely free and not burdened by any thought.
Me: I know Guru-ji. All the doctors I visited, they all stress very much on this point.
Guru-ji: So, you see? Don’t be anxious and leave everything on me.
We now have walked down the courtyard and almost reached the ashram gate. My mind was constantly skeptical about where the ‘sarovar’ was for the Doodh Sarovar snan and will I have to take bath in front of everyone!
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
I paused a little.
Me: Guru-ji, I mean I was wondering about the ‘sarovar’. I have not noticed a pond or something of that sort within the ashram.
Guru-ji laughed mildly listening to my question.
Guru-ji: Anita, your observation is correct. There is no such sarovar within my ashram. But do not take things on the literal implication. Yes, initially when the term was coined for this Maha-yagya there has to be a pond filled with milk, which is quite impractical today.
Me: Right Guru-ji.
Guru-ji suddenly changed the topic and asked such a question that left me almost speechless!
Guru-ji: By the way, I think Master-ji faltered on your brassiere fitting. Your boobs are jiggling so much while you are walking! This should not happen.
He was looking directly at my boobs and I felt so ashamed that I could not even utter a word and looked down at the grass on ground.
Guru-ji: Anita, there is nothing to be ashamed of! If Master-ji has done a mistake you should have told him.
Me: Y… ye… yes. Err…
Guru-ji: I can see your breasts are heavy and would naturally joggle more than average women, he should have been more careful.
I knew I needed to reply something and I tried to gather the courage to do that. Guru-ji had stopped walking and so did I and we were conversing standing at the ashram gate. I noticed he adjusted his dhoti and I was shocked to see he openly stroked his lund.
Me: I mean… Guru-ji, I think… err. since I am not wearing a sari, it is happening.
Guru-ji: No, no. If your brassiere is not tight enough, this would happen invariably. It must fit properly and tightly on them.
Saying that he just made his palms look like two cups indicating how my bra would fit on my boobs! It was so very embarrassing that I clenched my lower lip with my teeth. Guru-ji: By all means you should know it better than me Anita. Yes, if you were wearing the sari, this would not have been so prominent, but the fact remains that….
Me: Guru-ji, I err… I will talk to Master-ji about it.
I had to mark an end to this humiliating conversation.
Guru-ji: Okay, getting back to where we were Anita, Doodh Sarovar snan need not be executed in a pond full of milk. What we will do, we will create an artificial setting where the disciple can do the bathing and purify her body for the Yoni Puja.
Me: O! I see.
Guru-ji: I think they should be ready by now. Lets get back.
As we walked back I started taking small steps, as now I was so very conscious about the undulating movement of my big boobs within my choli.
When I reached the old spot in the courtyard I noticed the bathtub was there, but with new attachments! Uday and Sanjeev were also present. The tub was empty and now had transparent light blue sidewalls all round almost 5-6 feet high and there was a pipeline going out from the bathtub into a big drum fitted with a small motor. Though I was not an expert in these but could well realize that milk from the drum would go into the tub where I would take the bath. There was another pipeline and drum, but the connection of the pipe was unplugged. My heart started to beat faster thinking of my drenched condition in this mini dress!
Guru-ji: Bah! Good. So Anita, the setting is ready. As you can see, the purification process will undergo within the covered tub and milk will continuously flow into it from that drum.
Me: Okay Guru-ji. But if this dress is wet…
Guru-ji: Your spare Maha-yagya paridhan is with Sanjeev. So, don’t worry on that. And you see the other drum that holds water, which would clean up the stickiness of milk from your body after your Doodh Sarovar snan.
I turned towards Sanjeev and saw that he was standing with one packet, which assumably holds my choli, miniskirt, and undergarments. Uday was standing with a towel. So all was set for my milky bathing!
Guru-ji: As you have observed in all steps of the Maha-yagya, here also you will get purified through my medium. Jai Linga Maharaj! Jai Linga Maharaj!
Saying that Guru-ji readily stepped inside the empty tub through one of the side attachments, which was open. I also followed his footsteps. The entry step was a bit too high and Uday came forward to give me hand so that I could climb that. I could clearly feel Uday’s hand cupping my firm ass over my skirt as he pushed me up to reach the step when Guru-ji’s warm hand pulled me inside the tub. Then Uday closed and locked the last side attachment with myself and Guru-ji standing within the tub, covered on all sides till 4-5 feet, and the top was of course open. The moon was beaming through the light blue sidewalls making the backdrop very appealing.
Guru-ji: First I will do a prayer to Linga Maharaj. You will repeat what I chant. Okay?
He was facing me with his hands folded and started the prayer. Though I was following the mantra aloud, my mind was getting nomadic in this unfamiliar setting. The ambiance was such that honestly I felt like standing in the shower as if with my hubby. The bathtub though empty, Guru-ji standing in front of me, and with the walls surrounding me aided for my senses to prevail additionally. Though such happenings have vanished from my life presently, but definitely during my initial marriage days when we used to go out for a vacation, my hubby did force me to have bath with him occasionally. Not always was I that shameless to take bath with my hubby in complete naked state, but I did succumbed a few times. Those memories certainly are very vivid and enjoyable for me.
Rest of the times it ended in some long kisses and hugs within the closed walls of the attached bath. Yes, Rajesh always was very eager to strip me of my sari or salwar-kamiz whatever I was wearing, but myself being rather conservative resisted firmly and the end result was myself getting partially disrobed only.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Uday, start pouring in the milk. It will take some time to fill in.
I was shaken up by Guru-ji’s words and felt lukewarm milk covering the floor of the bathtub. Milk was gushing in through the pipeline into the bathtub, but since the hole was small it would understandably take some time to fill in. But most importantly, the whole process was really giving me the feel that I was standing on the bank of a pond with ripples of water kissing my feet!
Guru-ji: Anita, hold my hand, otherwise you might be off balance, as the flow is fairly swift.
Just as Guru-ji held my hand in the setting of warm milk covering my feet and the ripples formed within the bathtub mildly hitting my legs, I instantly harked back to my visit to the Waltair seaside an year ago. Though the initial feeling in my mind entering this tub was standing by the pond probably because of the term ‘Doodh Sarovar snan’, but now as if the exact clue sparked in my mind. I at once recalled our Waltair trip where alongside me and my husband, Manohar Uncle, Sunita Bhabie, and Ritesh accompanied us. There also warm seawater was slowly kissing our feet, which is very much similar to the warm milk here; I was holding Ritesh’s hand there and here also Guru-ji is holding my hand; in both cases my husband was not present at the scene!
The awful coincidence was a very similar event that happened in Waltair actually ensued here in the next 15-20 minutes!
Flashback: Since we stay in UP, there is hardly any chance to visit a seaside easily and so when Rajesh proposed this tour, I was very much excited. I had only visited a seaside in Maharastra– that too with my parents when I was very young. Ritesh was my hubby’s close pal and Manohar Uncle and Sunita Bhabie were our neighbors. Before marriage Rajesh had toured a couple of places with them along with his parents. So the bonding was quite strong and as Ritesh used to visit our house occasionally I was also pretty comfortable. Ritesh was my husband’s age, around 32-33, bachelor. Manohar Uncle and Sunita Bhabie was an elderly couple, their daughter was married only the previous year and lived in Delhi.
We were having a nice time from the onset of the journey. Manohar Uncle though nearing retirement was very active and agile and cracked jokes every now and then keeping everyone in a joyous mood. His physique was also very well maintained for his age. Photography was his hobby. There was some age difference between Manohar Uncle and Sunita Bhabie as it used to be in the past and she was nearing her forties. Bhabie also was very cooperative and was like a friend to me. Like most housewife of that age, she had a plump body structure, but considering she had a 20-year old daughter, she was not disproportionate or flabby. Unlike a woman of forty, she was also very energetic and cheerful like her husband. We formed a very good team.
It was a short trip of three days only and so we decided to do the sightseeing on the first day and spend the rest two days on the beach. Since Manohar Uncle was busy with his photography subjects, Rajesh, me, Sunita Bhabie and Ritesh were spending time together most of the time when we were out. Honestly I did not notice anything abnormal or any special inclination of Ritesh towards Sunita Bhabie or vice versa, but noticed it for the first time the day after.
It was a sunny day and sun was beating in full flow on the beach. It was hot day. Since I was going for the bath in the sea I selected a dark colored salwar-kamiz so that it does not reveal much when I would be wet. We were all going together to the beach walking on the hot sand. Manohar Uncle and Rajesh both were wearing swimming trunks while Ritesh was wearing a bermuda. I was wearing a red kamiz with white pajamas while Sunita Bhabie was wearing a light blue cotton printed sari with matching blouse.
Manohar Uncle: Sunita you should have borrowed and wear a salwar-kamiz from Anita. That’s much more comfortable rather than the sari.
Me: Yes Uncle, even I told Bhabie before coming out.
Sunita Bhabie: I am okay in the sari baba!
Manohar Uncle: Okay, as you wish. I just told you.
Ritesh: Uncle I am coming in minute. My cigarette stock is finished!
Ritesh went back and we came almost there where waters were coming and receding on the shore. The Waltair beach was rocky and definitely not a very suitable place to take bath. Sunita Bhabie, though was very energetic initially, seemed to be rather frightful from the waves. She recoiled to her shell more than me. She was holding Manohar Uncle’s arm very firmly and was very unwilling to go any deep. Rajesh was holding my hand and we were taking a few steps forward.
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, be careful. The sea seems to be rough today. Hold Rajesh’s hand properly. [TO BE CONTINUED]