Shilpa: Aunty! Aunty!

Me: Ya… err… Yes, what is it?

As if I woke up from a slumber and tried to look composed.

Shilpa: Guru-ji is calling us.

Me: Okay, okay. Lets go.

I kept the open magazine from my lap to the table and adjusted my sari and followed Shilpa. As she walked in front of me, I did note the alluring way she was swaying her kundi. I was as if envying Shilpa for her tight figure though I knew I should not, as she was at least 10-12 years younger than me. Her proportionate ass was dancing within her dress as she walked briskly. I hurried along to keep pace with her. As we entered the puja ghar, I found there everyone of the family - Mr. Yadav, Mrs. Yadav and their daughter who came along with me. Of course, Sanjeev and Guru-ji were also there.

Guru-ji: Now we have arrived at the pinnacle of this yagya and Shilpa Beti has to now carry forward its epitome further.

Shilpa: Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, distribute the bhog to Nandini and Kumar. The regulation is that the parents must complete taking the bhog before their lass sits for her part in the yagya.

Sanjeev: Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, your role in the yagya is also over. You can relax outside. Anita, you need to stay to help Shilpa attain the spiritual goal.

Mrs. Yadav offered pranam to Guru-ji and helped his husband also for pranam and then they left the place. Sanjeev also followed suit with a couple of bowls of bhog already cooked by him. Now we were only three in the puja ghar – me, Anita, and Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Anita, can you make sure if Sanjeev has kept all the basic ingredients for the yagya? Check for bilva leaves, china-rose flowers, milk, ghee, rose water, honey, sandalwood paste, and turmeric.

I nodded and sat down to check that. As I sat down I realized that my panty cloth was getting inside my ass crack in the form of a rope slipping on my smooth skin. I could not stop or adjust in front of a male and allowed my panty to roll inside my deep ass crack making my ass globes virtually bare within my petticoat. I remember I was hasty while putting on my panty in front of that bastard house servant and hence this happened. Not focussing much on that simply because I could not adjust my dress in front of Guru-ji, I started checking for the items Guru-ji mentioned.

Guru-ji was expounding Shilpa on spiritual explanations of life, human goal, devotion, studies, etc. and Shilpa was obediently listening to Guru-ji. Only if did he know that this schoolgirl do watch soft porn and sometime back was expertly supporting me in an lesbian act even! I noted that Sanjeev had nicely sorted out everything on the floor for the yagya to proceed, but only thing that was missing was milk. I waited patiently till Guru-ji finished his speech.

Me: Guru-ji, all other things are there except the milk.

Guru-ji: Okay. Can you please get around a liter of milk from Nandini and get it boiled on the stove here? Also ask Nandini that I asked for a new white sari, I am not seeing it here.

Me: Sure Guru-ji.

I went out of the puja ghar and as I passed the door outside I heard Guru-ji again getting back to explain spiritual facts to Anita. The moment I went outside the vacant corridor towards the steps, I thought of adjusting my panty. It was giving me a torrid time now, because as I walked its giving me a frictional feeling on both my pussy and ass hole with its rolled edges. I have to get it straight, but this area was not at all safe, as I did not know if that rascal servant was around anywhere. So I did not take any chance going to this toilet, as the passage was completely empty.

I went down through the hallway towards the drawing room and could realize from a distance that someone was sitting there. I looked intently and could well realize it was Mr. Yadav. He was sitting there with…

Me: My goodness!

He is drinking alcohol and that very servant who molested me was sitting near his feet. My feet were as if cemented immediately and I knew if given a second chance they would surely strip me and tear off my choot with their rods. I briskly went to the other side in the direction where Shilpa’s room was. I thought this was a rather secure place away from everyone’s eyes and quickly started adjusting my panty. There was no other way but to pull up my sari to my waist and adjust it. I briskly pulled out the edges of my panty from my ass crack and stretched it over my ass flesh as far as possible and also fiddled the panty front over my hairy choot. There was no one, thankfully, and I was so much relieved after adjusting from this continuos ‘sexual’ tickling offered by my undergarment.

Suddenly I heard some light sound of bangles, as if a woman was moving her hands there. I stepped ahead, but could not find anyone. Here the passage turns to the left and ends in a balcony and yes, the sound is coming from the balcony, which could not be seen from here. I could have called Mrs. Yadav, but was curious to see who was there, as I did not see Sanjeev with Mr. Yadav in the drawing room. I tried not to make any noise and peeped into the balcony. The full moon was splashing on the balcony and I could see very, very clearly – Mrs. Yadav and Sanjeev.

But, but… What are they doing? Uuuuuuuuuuuu……………

I exclaimed within myself. As I said Mrs. Yadav was plump and though middle-aged was fleshy at the right places and in the bright moonlight in the white sari draped tightly on her figure she was surely looking sexy. Sanjeev was holding her hands and whispering something. My timing was just about right as soon I realized that Sanjeev was trying to persuade Mrs. Yadav in lovemaking in that open balcony, but she was obviously hesitant as her husband, though disabled, was very much present in the house. I could jolly well see that Sanjeev’s pleading to lovemaking was getting more physical. His persuasion posture from holding Mrs. Yadav’s hands was now getting into a half hugging scene, and certainly her objections were also melting. After some moments of inappropriate hugging by Sanjeev, I heard an affirmation from Mrs. Yadav.

Mrs. Yadav: Okay Baba. Do what you want.

Sanjeev was as if only waiting for that nod, since the way he embraced her was exceptional, and envious too for any woman! He now was feeling Mrs. Yadav’s back over her white blouse and extended his arms to touch the naked skin of her midriff. Mrs. Yadav almost jerked to his touch and as she was facing me, I saw she closed her eyes in ecstasy. I completely forgot that I came to Mrs. Yadav for milk and the white sari, but was completely absorbed in watching this horny activity. I saw Mrs. Yadav had closed her eyes and why not? Getting passionate hugs from this energetic male who had now started caressing her smooth and fair midriff with his palms and hugged her matured figure at his free will. In no time Sanjeev turned Mrs. Yadav within his arms to face her away from him so that he could massage her heavy jiggling tits abundantly.

I saw Sanjeev put his big-sized palms on Mrs. Yadav’s mammaries and cupped simultaneously both of her large, round, firm and full boobs. Mrs. Yadav naturally started wriggling in elation, as any female would do. I noticed her hands were scratching her own choot over her sari. Now suddenly Sanjeev stopped all motion and stood still, but kept his palms just holding her globes over her blouse, but not fondling them. Mrs. Yadav was a bit surprised as if someone had come, but I could well understood Sanjeev was relishing the feel of her very attractive sized boobs.

Mrs. Yadav: You naughty.

Saying that she turned again to face her, but Sanjeev was still cupping her blouse-covered breasts and it looked so indecent! Sanjeev’s hands were now under her pallu and I knew what they were doing under that cover. Sanjeev for the first time now placed his lips onto Mrs. Yadav’s lips and they were lip-locked for sometime. And like all men Sanjeev also craftily pulled down her pallu displaying her blouse-covered bobbling breasts and now to my sheer disbelief I saw he was whiffing off Mrs. Yadav’s sari from her waist also.

I was really shocked that Mrs. Yadav being a fully matured woman allowing such lewd acts by an outside male standing in the balcony of her house. Though the road cannot be seen from the balcony, but anyone approaching the house would surely notice her. Mrs. Yadav was clutching Sanjeev in such a way that it seemed to me as if she was a teenager experiencing her first date. Sanjeev was doing his job quite swiftly and in virtually no time he unhooked her white blouse and with both hands slid her white bra upwards to expose her rotund mammaries. Being the mother of a 18-year-old girl, Mrs. Yadav had enviously large and firm breasts, which jumped out of the tight bra. I saw the nipples were almost black in color and very erect for obvious reasons.

Sanjeev now encircled her waist with his arms and lifted up her chin towards him and propelled his tongue through her lips and into her mouth. Mrs. Yadav was hugging Sanjeev and scratching her fingers on his broad back. By this time, Mrs. Yadav’s sari was completely off her body and lying on floor. Her blouse was open and her bra uplifted and her petticoat was saving her dignity. I noticed Sanjeev started pushing his crotch into her pussy over her petticoat. The scene was extremely heating up and I stood there simply gulping every bit of this very hot lovemaking.

Sanjeev’s palms were now openly fondling Mrs. Yadav’s big boobs, while he had pulled her tongue into his mouth and was sucking it.

Me: Uhhhhhhhhh………

It seemed I was more excited and thrilled seeing this scene. I remembered Uday’s kissing on the boat. I truly cherished it. I was repenting if Uday was here, we could have had another steamy love session. The very next moment I thought why did I not think of my husband? He also did kiss me like this at times though not on a regular scale, as he is not a big believer in kissing. He is more into the direct act. But Uday’s kissing was so spontaneous and he resembled very much like Sanjeev was kissing Mrs. Yadav. I saw Sanjeev’s arms now came down on the lady’s gaand and he started caressing and squeezing her big buns. My right hand was automatically scratching my pussy over my panty and my left hand self massaging my breasts and pinching my nipple over my blouse and bra.

Sanjeev then peeled off her blouse and bra completely from her body and threw on the balcony chair and Mrs. Yadav, the mother of a 16-year-old girl, was now standing wearing only a petticoat in a full topless condition. I was stunned to see the courage of this housewife - she was hugging a male in a topless condition in the balcony of the house knowing that her husband was very much present in the house! I could never ever do that in my house. Even when my husband was away at noontime and if even a salesman had come, I made sure that I do not attend him in a nightie or without wearing my bra because in most cases it was the nap time for me and during that period I was surely not properly draped. However, Mrs. Yadav here was crossing all limits!

Sanjeev made Mrs. Yadav raise her hands in air in order to lick her armpits and I noticed that she was having an absolutely clean armpit. Sanjeev gurgled with pleasure and pushed his head to it. He started smelling and deeply inhaling her armpits, which though looked extremely vulgar and then started licking them vigorously and Mrs. Yadav was writhing in exhilaration. I was unable to take it anymore and was now wondering how to enter in this sweltering scene to tell Mrs. Yadav to provide me milk and a white sari, which Guru-ji had ordered. It was also getting late I realized and Guru-ji might just be angry. I apologized to Mrs. Yadav in my mind, as I had to now stop her blow hot love episode.

I went back at least a dozen steps. I still was midway in the passage towards the balcony. I was also at a safe distance from the drawing room where Mr. Yadav was having a drink and I started calling Mrs. Yadav.

Me: Mrs. Yadav. Mrs. Yadav.

I did not deliberately move a step ahead as I knew hearing my voice she would immediately try to wear her clothes back and I need to give her that time. After a moment or two, I called again and took only a couple of steps. After sometime, I heard a feeble reply.

Mrs. Yadav: Yes, I am here.

I walked very slowly towards the balcony. As I stepped on the balcony, I saw Sanjeev was sitting on the chair as if enjoying the beauty of the moonlit night and Mrs. Yadav looked extremely sexy with the blouse on her body with all the hooks open and the sari draped in a very lewd fashion. I knew I should have given her more time to recompose.

Me: Guru-ji asked for a bowl of milk and a white sari that he had already told you of.

Mrs. Yadav: Oh! Yes, yes Anita. I forgot about the sari. Why don’t you sit here in the balcony? I will get you both in a minute.

I did not want to embarrass Mrs. Yadav. She was panting as she conversed and the sexual heat was showing on her face. I nodded and took a chair. Mrs. Yadav hurriedly left the place and from the tingling of her chudi I could make out she was probably dressing her standing in the passage. Sanjeev was absolutely normal and conversed with me and within another five to seven minutes Mrs. Yadav was back with a bowl of milk and the sari. I thanked her and left the place. As I walked down the passage towards the stairs I speculated whether Sanjeev and Mrs. Yadav would again engage in passionate lovemaking in the open balcony or take me as an alert and go in some room to fulfill their desires. But I could well apprehend that if this is the nature of Mrs. Yadav, I could not blame her daughter much for watching porn CDs.

I knocked and entered the puja ghar. Guru-ji was still explaining something to her and she was listening intently with folded arms. Guru-ji looked up and noted that I had got the things he ordered for.

Guru-ji: Anita, lock the door and get the milk boiled in the stove.

I nodded and handed him the sari and went up to the stove to get the milk boiled. As I handed Guru-ji the sari I noted for the first time that it was a thin cotton sari, the type generally worn by widows. I could not understand why that was needed in this yagya. I was about to ask that, but Guru-ji by that time was directing Shilpa for the first worship.

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, now we will do the first worship to Linga Maharaj. One needs a medium for this worship and as your parents used your Sanjeev uncle and Anita aunty as their mediums, you will use me as your medium. Okay?

Shilpa: Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Beti, the focus has to be worship and worship only. You must not deviate. If you deviate you will have to undergo the ‘dosha khandan’ (=eradicate the error) process. So only concentrate on your worship for studies. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Shilpa nodded and stood up. She did not know what to do and Guru-ji indicated through a gesture to me for the start. I took her to the area where I lied on the floor and I told her to be on the floor in a prone position, i.e. her bottoms facing the ceiling. Shilpa’s back was looking very attractive as she was lying on the floor wearing the tight salwar kamiz. While giving her the puja flowers, I noticed her face was red in natural shame, as then she got the hint that Guru-ji would get on top of her back. I handed her over the puja flowers and asked to stretch her hands in the worship form.

Guru-ji: Thanks Anita. You can sit there and mind you no noise. Shilpa Beti, I will whisper in your ears the mantra five times and you will chant that loudly to Linga Maharaj. Then in turn you will whisper me what exactly is your wish and I will transfer that to Maharaj. Okay?

Shilpa: Okay Guru-ji.

I thought I should ask Guru-ji that previously the process was different because as the medium I was no floor and Mr. Yadav enjoyed me from top, but did not gather the courage to ask Guru-ji. He roared forward to Shilpa’s body chanting “Jai Linga Maharaj” time and again. Guru-ji’s gigantic figure was no match for this teenager and her body was fully covered by Guru-ji’s mammoth stature as he placed himself on her.

Guru-ji: Don’t mind Beti, as this is the norm of this yagya. I will not place my body weight on you. You just concentrate.

Guru-ji was now riding Shilpa’s body and I was watching from a distance of few feet. I noted that Guru-ji very cleverly adjusted his body length, pretending to straighten his saffron garment, to place his pelvic area exactly on Shilpa’s buttocks. He was not even finished whispering the first mantra in Shilpa’s ears that I saw the subtle movement of Guru-ji’s pelvis on her gaand. I was shocked to see Guru-ji also deviating by Shilpa’s young flesh. As the mantra chanting was getting to an end, I found Guru-ji’s pelvic movement was getting more obvious on Shilpa’s hips.

Now Shilpa had to whisper her wish to Guru-ji and he would transfer that to Linga Maharaj. I saw Guru-ji took his face very close to her face, his thick lips almost touching the girl’s cheeks. Guru-ji’s hands, which were till then on the floor on both sides of Shilpa, now moved. He kept his right hand on Shilpa’s shoulder very casually as he dropped his face near her lips. Soon that part was over too and Guru-ji alighted from her body. Believe me, I clearly saw Guru-ji’s erect tool protruding like a pole his saffron dhoti. He quickly adjusted that before Shilpa could raise her head from her lying position.

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, did you concentrate fully during your worship?

Shilpa: Yes Guru-ji.

I noted that her voice was almost trembling, probably in excitement.

Guru-ji: Then why is your voice shaky? Why are you not confident?

She was breathing heavily like any woman if a man rides her back. But Guru-ji’s voice was stern and harsh.

Shilpa: Believe me Guru-ji, I was thinking only on my worship.

Guru-ji: Why are you telling a lie Beti?

There was pin drop silence in the room as the cozy atmosphere has changed. I was also a bit puzzled seeing the proceeding.

Guru-ji: This is the reason for your failure. Your mind is not steady, it’s curious about things other than studies. The same thing happened here, your mind was more inclined about my physical touch, and not on the worship.

Shilpa was still trying to save her face.

Shilpa: Guru-ji, believe me, I was praying only for passing the final exams.

Guru-ji: Beti, you are forcing me to prove my point and I will do that. Anita, just come here and check if her mind was diverted or not.

I was baffled. How do I check that? Shilpa stood with her face down and I was sure she was telling a lie. Her concentration definitely was focussed on the male touch.

Me: But Guru-ji, how? I mean err… how do I check?

Guru-ji: Its simple. You just check her nipples and you know that she was excited or not.

Myself and Shilpa both were rather appalled hearing that, especially from a male. But as I gathered back, I thought that Guru-ji had hit the bull’s eye, because to catch a woman if she is sexually excited or not, the appearance of her nipples is the best catch.

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

Shilpa: But Guru-ji…

Shilpa was red in shame and probably realized that she could not fool this Godman, as he was much more experienced and wise.

Shilpa: I am sorry Guru-ji. You were right.

Guru-ji: Hmm. So you see Beti, there is no point in misleading people. Always tell the truth. Okay?

Shilpa simply nodded and I could well understand her position in front of this gigantic male character. I noticed Guru-ji now took out a couple of replicas of Linga Maharaj from his bag. They looked exactly like the deity that was there for worship here.

Guru-ji: Anita, please hand me over the milk, bilva leaves, rose water, and honey. Also pour some ghee in the yagya fire.

I did as Guru-ji said and he started making a mixture out of them. He crushed the bilva leaves and mixed it with honey. Then with the other ingredients, a thick fluid was prepared. Then Guru-ji started pouring the mixture on one of the replica of Linga Maharaj. He massaged and stroked it slowly so that it was fully laminated with the fluid mixture. Then he took the other replica and made it shudh (=purify) in the fire and then cleaned with rose water. Lastly he performed some puja on both the models. Shilpa and myself were both watching him silently.

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, come here and stand by the fire. Close your eyes and pray to Agnidev the mantras that I chant.

The yagya fire had already flared up as I had poured ghee in it and the heat, the smoke along with Guru-ji’s loud vocal narration of mantras made the atmosphere of the room very gripping. I saw Shilpa’s lips moving as she was repeating the mantras. This went on for another three to five minutes.

Guru-ji: Beti, now this is a very important part of the yagya. You must dedicate your mind fully on this. These models of our Linga Maharaj will now energize you. It is called the Jaagran Kriya (=wake up process). You will have to gulp down holy fluid on it and concurrently I will guide the other model through your body to invigorate you.

Shilpa nodded her head with a question mark on her face and I was damn sure that she could not fully interpret Guru-ji’s words, but she did not have the guts to ask him. I was also not fully sure what Guru-ji would do exactly. Shilpa had closed her eyes with her hands folded for worship standing in front of the yagya fire and the fire had supplemented a reddish tinge to her body hugging white salwar kamiz. Guru-ji was standing just beside her, very close. I was on the opposite of the fire.

Guru-ji now was shouting mantras and held the fluid laminated Linga replica to Shilpa’s mouth. She opened her lips initially just a little, but then realizing to accommodate the Linga diameter she had to open it wider, did that. Guru-ji inserted the Linga model in her mouth and she started sucking it. The fluid must have tasted good as Shilpa was licking it up fast. Guru-ji was slowly pushing it more and more into her mouth and now it looked so vulgar to me. It looked more like an oral sex scene where the female takes the erect male cock in her mouth sucking and licking it. Shilpa was exactly doing that.

Guru-ji: Hold the Linga with your hands and mind you throughout this ‘jaagran kriya’, you should have it in your mouth.

Shilpa followed the command. Her eyes were closed throughout as Guru-ji originally ordered. She held the Linga structure in both hands and was sucking it. She was gulping it further, but she looked so crude that I had to lower my eyes. Guru-ji was watching her closely and must have been enjoying the scene - a 16-year-old sexy teenage girl standing in front of him with a structure, which very much resembled an erect lund, in her mouth. As Shilpa was almost complete with sucking the tip part, she lifted her face and almost inverted the Linga over her mouth and more fluid trickled in her mouth. She continued to sop up the fluid and inadvertently was producing a very sexy sound, which reminded me of my married bedroom life.

I had done this oral thing for my husband only on one day and was not at all comfortable with it. The first day when my husband offered me to do this, I quivered in shame and promptly refused. He requested me the same thing on some other days too, but then not seeing my urge in this act did not poke me further. But one rainy evening, I was feeling very horny reading a novel and when my husband returned after work, I was quite eager to have sex. Apparently he was very tired and was not in the ‘mood’. That day deliberately I went for my bath late and made sure that when I got out of the bathroom my husband was on bed. I went to the dressing table and purposefully got out of my panty from under my nighty standing there, so that my hubby got a sexy view and myself also could watch his reaction on the mirror. It worked as when I came near him on bed, I noted his semi-erect tool under his pajama.

But he was visibly tired and only after a couple of kisses he was planning to sleep. But I desperately wanted lovemaking at that time. I started playing with his hair as he was lying on bed and also adjusted my nighty a bit so that my big tight boobs remained half open over my nightdress near his face. In general I am somewhat conservative on bed like most women, but that day in trying to ignite my husband was behaving shamelessly. I noticed my husband was gearing up, but definitely slower than other days and he inserted his fingers within my nighty to feel my private parts. I was myself so eager that I had already exposed my body by lifting up my nighty to mid thigh and was giving him the feel of my naked plump thighs. He was responding to me, but I found his lund was not getting erect to the same hardness that I would like. And by the time my husband switched off the lights to make more intense lovemaking, I was stark naked on bed except for my ornaments. Today I was trying to stroke and massage his cock more to get his full hardness, and probably realizing his physical tiredness he offered me to suck his cock. I did not refuse and did this cock sucking for the first time. Honestly I did not like it at all, which I also told my husband next day, but that day it worked for me as my husband was charged immediately and we had an enjoyable intercourse.

Today as Shilpa was sucking the Linga model, that day I also sucked and licked my hubby’s hard cock and his precum did make his lund slippery and the same sound was yielded through my lips, which Shilpa was producing now. Guru-ji was already chanting mantras and now he started to guide the other Linga replica from his head downwards. It appeared as if a magician doing some trick with his magic wand. Guru-ji was stopping at one place on Shilpa’s body and verbalizing mantras and then was proceeding to the next stop. First on her head, then to her neck and now further down brushing all over her back. Shilpa almost jerked as Guru-ji grazed past her full salwar kamiz covered back with that Linga. Then Guru-ji did something, which would appear very offensive to any woman.

Guru-ji had positioned himself to Shilpa’s backside now and as he slid the Linga structure to Shilpa’s waist, he pulled up the end of the freely flowing kamiz from Shilpa’s buttocks and exposed her pajama-covered round butts. Shilpa naturally was shocked and stopped her sucking process and was probably going to take out the Linga from her open mouth, but Guru-ji indicated her to continue.

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, as I told you – you concentrate on what you do. And for your information, this energizing process through Linga model allows for a maximum of two cloth covers on an organ. If there are more, one must remove that. You are wearing your undergarment Beti, over that you have the pajama – a double cover already, so I had to pull up the kamiz.

Saying that Guru-ji paused to see the teenage girl’s reaction and seeing she understood, looked at me.

Guru-ji: Anita, can you please pour in some more fluid on her Linga?

Me: Sure Guru-ji.

As I answered I noted that light was falling from the opposite side on Shilpa’s back and as Guru-ji had pulled up her kamiz to her waist, Shilpa’s pantyline could clearly be seen over the thin material of her pajama. It is a fact that we girls bother very nominally about the thinness of our pajamas that we wear in a salwar suit as our pelvic and bottom areas remain covered securely with the kamiz flowing over them. But in this case, as Guru-ji had pulled Shilpa’s kamiz up, I was shocked to see that I was able to see the exact position of her panty on her ass cheeks. And Guru-ji as a male must have been enjoying her pantyline.

I picked up the bowl of fluid and went up to Shilpa and she also took out the structure off her mouth and was virtually gasping. Her eyes were still closed and due to that everything what Guru-ji did seemed more erotic. I transferred some fluid onto the replica in her hand.

Guru-ji: Hurry up girls! We are losing out on the auspicious time frame.

I went back to my position and Shilpa too inserted the Linga in her mouth and again began to lick the rod thereby sucking the fluid. All this time Guru-ji stood behind Shilpa having pulled up her kamiz till her waist revealing Shilpa’s pajama-covered full gaand. Now as she started to lick the Linga again, Guru-ji now rolled the Linga structure onto his round hips. I adjusted my position a bit so that I could see Guru-ji’s activities. I noticed Guru-ji now left the uplifted kamiz cloth and held the Linga in both hands beneath her salwar kamiz tip and was articulating mantras. His hands beneath Shilpa’s dress were constantly moving and only Shilpa knew what they were doing as I was unable to see that. The way Shilpa jerked and moved in her standing position I could guess Guru-ji must be feeling and massaging her panty covered gaand over her thin pajama.

The process looked extremely vulgar till it stopped. Shilpa for the first time was visibly uncomfortable. Why not? She is an unmarried grownup girl and if a male rolls a rod on her gaand with both hands and simultaneously she has to suck another rod, even a married woman would feel horny. Guru-ji was constantly chanting mantras and continued his energizing process. He had now come to Shilpa’s front and held the Linga model on her knees and slowly rolling up over her pajama-covered thighs. I was having butterfly in my stomach, as now Guru-ji was approaching her love spot. But unexpectedly Guru-ji called me.

Guru-ji: Anita, come here once.

I took a circular route to come down before the yagya fire near Shilpa.

Guru-ji: You hold her kamiz up and let me energize her yoni.

I was a bit taken aback hearing that word from Guru-ji’s mouth, but realized it’s a yagya process that had to be followed. It was very humiliating for any woman to have her dress pulled up and a male touching her pubic area, but it was ‘accepted’ due to Guru-ji’s presence. Shilpa also did not react much, more so probably due to my presence. I gently pulled up her kamiz with one hand from the front till her waist, but Guru-ji asked me to pull it up properly with two hands and further more. Hence I lifted Shilpa’s kamiz up a bit more exposing till her beautiful bellybutton along with the waistband of her pajama and the knot. Again due to light falling from the opposite direction, Shilpa’s panty position could clearly be assessed from the front.

Guru-ji started rolling the Linga rod with both hands on her pussy and now his mantra expressions were louder than ever. I noticed due to touches to that very sensitive part, Shilpa’s face naturally turned red and her sucking process was also ceased though she was still holding it in her mouth. As I turned my eyes to Shilpa’s pussy area again I clearly saw that Guru-ji was probing his fingers over her pajama and panty on her pussy trying to trace the slit and inserting his finger. I immediately got hardened nipples within my bra seeing that sight. With Guru-ji’s fingers openly touching her pussy over her clothes, Shilpa started to almost moan now with her eyes closed.

Shilpa: Ummmmmmmm….

Guru-ji was now practically feeling and pressing Shilpa’s pussy area with his fingers and the role of the Linga was negligible. He was kneeling before this sexy teen’s honey pot and doing this Jaagran Kriya. Shilpa was now constantly moving from her standing position and I could very well understand her uncomfortableness. But she did not have to wait long, as the process was over and Guru-ji stood up to proceed towards her another sensitive area, her mammaries. I dropped her kamiz and she looked visibly comfortable.

Guru-ji: Pour some more mixture.

I took the bowl and poured the thickish fluid onto the Linga structure not even asking Shilpa to get it out of her mouth. The fluid naturally overflowed the rod to her lips and chin and even glided down her slender neck into the top of her dress. Guru-ji by that time had rolled the Linga model through her flat stomach and was approaching her twin peaks. With a male hand groping Shilpa’s gaand and pussy area, she was now breathing very heavily and her perky breasts looked more firm and jutting out within her salwar suit. Since I was standing pretty close to her, I could clearly make out her left nipple impression above her dress and honestly she was now looking extremely tempting. Since Shilpa was not even using a chunri, things were worse.

Shilpa was gulping down the fluid, which I poured and it seemed even Guru-ji was somewhat out of place after groping every inch of this sexy 16-year-old girl because I noticed his jaws were hanging and he was himself breathing heavily now and his manhood was alarmingly sticking out through his dhoti. As expected, Guru-ji lost some composure and though he was narrating the mantras, the voice was lower, and as he placed the Linga rod on Shilpa’s youthful boobs, his fingers were directly trying to touch her kamiz-covered jiggling flesh. I noticed Shilpa had closed her eyes and Guru-ji was probably more charged by this and completely ignoring my presence, he took his left hand off the Linga rod and directly grabbed Shilpa’s left boob.

Shilpa: Ummmmmmmmmmmm…

She could not utter much, as her mouth was blocked by the Linga rod and her eyes were also tightly closed, probably in excitement. Guru-ji was now crossing the limit, I thought, groping this girl who was virtually her daughter’s age. He was now feeling the roundness and firmness of Shilpa’s left breast with his palm from the front and it looked so very indecent that I had to turn my eyes elsewhere. Guru-ji was taking undue advantage of the situation and feeling the body of this rosebud. But it was short-lived as Guru-ji quickly recovered and was again chanting the mantras loudly and held the Linga rod in both hands and rolled it on Shilpa’s breasts. To finish off this ritual, he pressed Shilpa’s round boobs with the base of the Linga rod and his act appeared as if he stamped her boobs with the Linga structure as we see post office workers do when they put stamp marks on the letters.

Guru-ji: Okay Shilpa Beti. Open your eyes. Your Jaagran Kriya is complete. Take the Linga out from your mouth also.

Shilpa: Uffffffffffffff……………..

Shilpa exhaled a sigh of relief. She was sweating profusely now I noticed standing close to the fire and also due to the male touches on her private parts.

Guru-ji: I hope your full concentration was here. Otherwise you will face ‘amangal’ Beti and also will not succeed in your exams.

Shilpa: No Guru-ji. I was concentrating.

Guru-ji: I hope so. Well, the first part of the yagya is complete, now for the next part. Anita, please get me the sanctified rope from my bag.

As I went to the other side of the fire to get Guru-ji’s bag, I heard Guru-ji saying something very shocking for Shilpa.

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, if you are ready, we will get along with the next part and as per custom, the devotee needs to wear her medium’s clothing.

I turned back and saw Shilpa was looking questionably at Guru-ji. Quite natural. I was also a bit surprised. Guru-ji explained.

Guru-ji: As the medium I have put forward your plea to Linga Maharaj and now you have to authenticate that from the materialistic angle by wearing my dress and perform the rest of the yagya together, i.e. now the medium and the devotee are one and the same. Jai Linga Maharaj!

We both chanted “Jai Linga Maharaj!”, but I could clearly make out the lack of confidence in Shilpa’s voice as she jolly well understood that she needs to take off her salwar kamiz now. Guru-ji did not give Shilpa much time to think and took of his saffron cloth that he was wearing from the upper part of his body and forwarded it to Shilpa. Guru-ji’s massive hairy body was half exposed now. He was only wearing a saffron dhoti. Seeing him in that condition would make any girl frightened.

Guru-ji: Beti, don’t waste time. The auspicious time is running away.

Shilpa was standing like a dumbstruck. A grown up girl like her being asked to change her dress in front of a male probably made her so astonished that she forgot to react even. At least she got back her voice.

Shilpa: But Guru-ji, I mean… How can I wear this? This is just a shawl like cloth!

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, you are not going now to attend a party so that you need to dress up properly. This is a yagya. You need to abide by the norms. There are so many yagya you know where the devotee has to attend it fully naked. One must devote in the purest form. There is no term called shame in front of Linga Maharaj? Silly girl.

Guru-ji’s voice was firm as steel. Shilpa did not have the courage to utter a single word after that.

Guru-ji: Anita, she need not open her undergarments. You wrap it on her waist like a lungi.

I looked at Shilpa and her eyes were telling the story. She drooped her head and quietly went to the corner of the puja ghar and started opening her kamiz. She took it out over her head stretching her arms up in the air. Then she untied her pajama and started pulling it down and as she bent to pull it down, her panty covered full gaand looked so inviting that I noticed Guru-ji for a split second stroked his lund. Shilpa’s back was towards us and though she quickly tried to drape her in the saffron cloth, Guru-ji had a clear view of her undergarment clad body from the back. I stepped forward to her now and helped her cover her lower part of the body starting from her navel till her knees with that saffron cloth and tied the knot securely below her navel. Honestly I thought she would look less vulgar if she remained in her bra and panty only, but now she was looking extremely sexy, as her white undergarment was so very prominent through this semi transparent cloth.

She now came in front of Guru-ji with her eyes to the floor in shame as she was so much exposed in front of a male. Her boobs jiggled within her bra and young flesh was oozing out of her bra cups. In fact, seeing her limitless exposure in front of a male I was myself feeling uncomfortable. Her 16-year-old bubbly body looked so very fascinating that myself being a woman was getting green with envy. Her boobs looked so firm and erect within her scanty bra and her flat abdomen dancing into the thin waist and further down into her curvaceous ass appeared so captivating.

I handed the rope to Guru-ji and he bent down to tie that to Shilpa’s waist. She was so shy that she was also bending a bit towards Guru-ji to his touches at her waist. When the tying of the rope was over and as Guru-ji ascended from his bent position, his head directly collided with Shilpa’s jiggling bra-covered boobs as she was bending inwards. Guru-ji looked up and Shilpa’s pomegranate boobs were right in front of his lustful eyes. Naturally she blushed heavily and though Guru-ji said “Sorry”, I could read a different story in his eyes.

Guru-ji: Beti, hold this rope for now. Anita, please forward me the sandalwood paste once.

I took the sandalwood paste dish and handed that over to Guru-ji. He now closed his eyes and started chanting mantras. Shilpa was looking down at the floor; she must be feeling immensely ashamed to be standing only in her bra and panty in front of a male. Though the saffron veil was hanging from her waist, but practically that was nonexistent as her tiny white panty was visible like daylight. Guru-ji opened his eyes and came right in front of Shilpa and placed a sandalwood tilak (=mark) on her forehead.

Guru-ji: Now repeat the mantras loudly as I say.

Narrating the mantra he now bent again to put a sandalwood tilak on Shilpa’s navel and then squatted in front of her before her legs and pulled up the veil to make her thighs naked and then put tilak on her smooth thighs.

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, now we will do havan together. Havan is the procedure of eradicating inner imperfections prevalent in our being. If you are through with it, you will overcome your problem of studies.

Shilpa nodded and stepped towards the fire as Guru-ji was already there. I was standing at a distance now, not directly facing them, but watching them from the side. Guru-ji now picked up the ghee pot.

Guru-ji: Beti, now hold this.

Now Guru-ji came to Shilpa’s back and positioned himself right behind her. Now he inserted his hands through the underarms of Shilpa and he also held the ghee pot. I noticed as he did that Shilpa had to raise her both arms slightly to accommodate Guru-ji’s inserted arms. I saw Guru-ji’s strong arms were now holding the ghee pot and simultaneously pressing Shilpa’s bra-covered boobs from both sides. But the way Guru-ji adjusted his pelvis into the buttocks of Shilpa, I was shocked and doubted his intentions. Now both held the ghee pot and slowly poured ghee into the yagya fire and Guru-ji was chanting extensive mantras.

As I was viewing them from the side, I could see their every movement. Guru-ji was now very deliberately rubbing his arms on the sides her upright boobs and the touch of young firm mangoes must have ignited the passion in him, otherwise why would he start gyrating his pelvis on Shilpa’s panty-covered gaand. Shilpa also must be feeling the heat – from the yagya fire as well as this man’s hot touches. She was looking like the goddess of Venus clad only in a bikini like clothing in the arms of Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, now I will face you from the front and you put in your arms from my both sides to pour ghee in the fire.

Shilpa: Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji took out his arms from below Shilpa’s armpits and came to her front. Shilpa now extended her arms through the underarms of Guru-ji and started pouring the ghee. I noticed Guru-ji adjusted his position so that Shilpa’s boob tips were now touching his flat hairy chest. Naturally like any woman, Shilpa was also uncomfortable as her boobs were touching a male’s chest and retracted from her position, but I saw Guru-ji drew her towards him to get the proper posture. Shilpa was avoiding eye contact with Guru-ji and most times kept her eyes closed as she was repeating the mantras chanted by Guru-ji. This probably gave Guru-ji a better chance to milk her. Guru-ji was now moving his fingers up and down her tummy and to her bottoms over her panty. She was wriggling subtly as I could comprehend that Shilpa was unwilling to make her reactions to the male touch very evident. This went on for a minute and then suddenly Guru-ji stopped sounding the mantras and pulled back from Shilpa.

Guru-ji: Beti, what is this? I did warn you to concentrate on the mantra and worship only. But it seems you have not taken any lesson!

Shilpa’s face was pale. She was dumb. Her nipple impressions could clearly be seen over her bra cups and that proved certainly she was entertained by Guru-ji’s touches.

Guru-ji: You are not able to succeed in studies because you are more curious in other things, which are not a part of your concern till you are a virgin. I am very annoyed with you.

Guru-ji seemed very upset and there was pin drop silence in the room.

Shilpa: Guru-ji, please forgive me.

Guru-ji: There is no question of forgiveness on my part. That means you have throughout this yagya concentrated on your physical excitement rather than the worship. I need to tell this to your parents.

Shilpa hearing this reacted so vulnerably that she made a mess. She immediately held Guru-ji’s legs for a mercy and started crying. But she did not know this posture made her look so enticing that I had to almost take my eyes off her. Her whole back was naked except for the sheer bra strap and as she bent on the floor with folded legs, her panty was stretched by her fleshy buttocks sliding it down marginally exposing the tip of her ass crack. I figured out that the panty Shilpa was wearing must be an old one with a slackened elastic waistband. Any male would get a hard on by that scene. Shilpa’s ass crack was unmistakably noticeable over her panty through the semi-transparent saffron cloth that she was wearing at her waist.

Guru-ji: Beti, beti get up. Behave yourself.

I now had to step in and tried to get Shilpa up from Guru-ji’s feet. After much pleading she got up, but as she ascended from her bent position, she displayed her deep cleavage, the insides of her breasts, and the exact shape of her boobs, which would be enough to get a turn on for any male, any age.

Guru-ji: The only way out for completing this yagya is now the ‘dosha khandan’. Are you ready for that?

Shilpa: I will do whatever you say Guru-ji.

She was sobbing and with her exposed condition it seemed as if she was crying to get back her clothes. Guru-ji quickly went towards the other side of the yagya fire and started preparing more sandalwood paste.

Me: Guru-ji, I can do it if you say.

Guru-ji: Thanks Anita, but I can manage. You take care of her and ask her to stop weeping. She is no more a child.

I went ahead to Shilpa. She was looking so helpless from all angles – physically and mentally too. I kept my hand on her head and asked her to be quiet. I wiped her cheeks with my sari pallu and Shilpa started getting normal.

Guru-ji: Anita, is she okay now?

Me: Yes Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Fine. Now stretch on the floor here the white sari that Nandini had given you.

I nodded and obeyed him. Shilpa was standing quietly in her semi-clad condition. Guru-ji had prepared sandalwood paste in a large bowl and I was wondering what would he do with so much sandalwood! Guru-ji now stood up and suddenly opened his loin in front of us. As he did that I almost exclaimed seeing his large tool draped in the tiny brief. Guru-ji himself was quite an enormous figure and now standing only wearing his undergarment looked rather fearsome for any woman. I saw that his thick lund was stretching the cloth of his brief very awkwardly and we both girls had our eyes glued on his manhood.

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, don’t panic, as this is the custom for ‘dosha khandan’. When you are offering yourself to Linga Maharaj, you must be in your purest form.

Saying that he stood in front of the fire on one leg, closed his eyes, and stretched his hands upwards in folded form and started vocalizing mantras. The glowing fire was making him look quite dreadful. I looked at Shilpa and she was still staring at Guru-ji’s underwear-covered thick lund. Following her, I also again directed my vision to the same item, unmistakably any woman’s favorite thing, and confessed in my mind that all the male penis that I had seen till that day, this was the most gorgeous, even within the underwear. Guru-ji completed the episode and opened his eyes.

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, since are no more a child and you have completed 16 years of age, what you are doing as hide and seek from your parents and thereby hampering your studies, you should know like daylight.

Guru-ji was still in that one-legged position before the fire, and seeing that almost mechanically Shilpa folded her arms in the form of worship and looked into his eyes.

Guru-ji: I can clearly see the natural astonishment in your eyes Beti, which I do not see in your Anita Aunty’s eyes. You know the reason? That’s because she is married and had seen and felt the male sexual tool, which you have not.

My ears immediately got hot listening such words from Guru-ji and I simply could not look directly at him though he was not talking to me at that moment.

Guru-ji: Every girl has this curiosity about male body, their touches and the excitement, which is the normal behavior of this age, but getting diverted from you focus is a poor action and you must do a behavioral modification. And this ‘dosha khandan’ will help you do that also.

He paused and then again continued.

Guru-ji: What inquisitiveness you have today, I also had the same at your age. We males are similarly interested in female bodies, their touches, and the excitement. This is life.

The environment seemed to be getting a bit cozier now with Guru-ji explaining things.

Shilpa: You are right Guru-ji. I am unable to concentrate and all the time…

Guru-ji: I can understand that, but ought to have a talk with Nandini when you saw it was hampering your studies. Isn’t it? But actually your psycho did not allow you to do that, as you believed your parents would come up with a stick if you share such things with them.

Shilpa: You are absolutely right Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Come near me Beti.

Shilpa went up to Guru-ji and stood by the yagya fire with folded hands. Her almost naked body looked reddish in the fire flame.

Guru-ji: Do not hide anything in front of Linga Maharaj. As your medium, I am also his part. Tell me do you have a boyfriend?

Shilpa blushed and was dumb for a minute. Guru-ji patiently waited for her to reply.

Shilpa: Yes Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Hmm. And I believe you are deviated from your studies mostly once you have met him.

Shilpa nodded affirmatively.

Guru-ji: How often do you meet? Is he in college?

Shilpa: Yes, he is in college Guru-ji. We meet twice or thrice a week.

Guru-ji: How long do you know him?

Shilpa: For about 3-4 months.

Guru-ji: And how far has your relation progressed?

Shilpa lowered her eyelids and kept looking at the floor. I was quite amused the way Guru-ji was craftily digging out her personal details.

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, you have not done a sin that you are feeling guilty. Tell me how far it has progressed?

That was a tricky question for a girl of 16 to answer, as she had to tell how far she had allowed her male partner touching her body.

Shilpa: Guru-ji, we spend time together, I mean err… that’s all, nothing more.

Guru-ji: Have you kissed each other?

Guru-ji now started hitting directly the bulls’ eye. Shilpa after keeping silent for a while, replied.

Shilpa: I tried to protect me from doing such things, but Guru-ji believe me, the situations made me so weak that…

Guru-ji: Hmm. Where do you spend time generally?

Shilpa: In the Waterworld or in the Lumbini Park.

I was not much aware of these places, as I was not a resident of that area, but Guru-ji seemed to know the places.

Guru-ji: Lumbini Park! That’s a dirty place. Especially in the evening it becomes a den of crooks and unsocial activities.

Shilpa: But Guru-ji, we never went there in the evening, we go there after school around 4 p.m.

Guru-ji: Now tell me how situations made you weak as you said. Do not hide anything Beti. Tell everything in front of Linga Maharaj and feel free at heart.

Shilpa was now sweating and I could see beads of sweat on her naked upper half of the body. She was also breathing a shade heavier making her ample boobs ooze a bit more over her bra.

Shilpa: Guru-ji, initially it was just chatting sitting on the park bench and holding each other’s hands while walking, but as days went by I could feel the urge to get his touches. Then one day it was drizzling and we were walking under an umbrella. The bench where we sat generally was occupied that day by a couple and we sat by their side. That day I could not resist him, but it was not my fault completely.

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, tell everything that happened. This is also a step towards your “dosha khandan”.

Shilpa: Guru-ji, as we sat beside that couple on the park bench, they were already quite close and soon started touching each other’s lips and in no time the man made the woman almost lie on the park bench and was they kissing feverishly. Guru-ji, they were just a foot away from us. The woman was almost Anita Aunty’s age and she was by that time in a horribly disrobed condition in the open park to the extent that I had to stop my partner from seeing her.

Guru-ji: As I said Beti, tell me everything because from that actually you got close to your boyfriend. Right?

Shilpa: Yes Guru-ji. Just imagine in the open park they were kissing and the woman’s sari pallu was flowing on the ground and one of her tits was flashing out from her open blouse and bra.

Me: In the park?

I could not stop myself asking that question.

Guru-ji: Anita, you do not know this place. Since one has to purchase tickets and go inside, there is no disturbance. Moreover there is no security inside also. Okay Beti, then?

Shilpa: Guru-ji, we both were quite excited seeing such things at such close proximity and then when he embraced me I could not resist. That was the first day, I mean I was kissed.

Guru-ji: Then?

Shilpa: We were both quite excited about our meetings and simultaneously I was getting distracted from my studies. We met, chatted and had a nice time in the Park. I could realize his temptation was growing and the silence of the Park added fuel. In the third or fourth meeting there, the kissing extended to his touches on my whole body and inside my dress. Guru-ji, believe me, each day I made up my mind when I met him that today I would not indulge in intent body contact, but…

Guru-ji: Hmm. Linga Maharaj wants to know Beti how far you have proceeded? Have you gone to bed…

Shilpa: Ssssssssssss. No, Guru-ji. Never.

There was pin drop silence in the room. Guru-ji still standing on one leg with his hands up in the air in folded form, but the bulge within his brief had grown further and was looking so very odd. It looked like a thick pole covered by a rag.

Shilpa: Guru-ji, believe me, we chat mostly, but most times there is a couple nearby in the Park doing spicy things and we get influenced also. He has touched me over my dress, but not directly… err… I mean…

Shilpa paused a little and Guru-ji threw a very indecent question at her.

Guru-ji: Have you touched your boyfriend’s tool?

Saying that he indicated with his eyes to his lund and Shilpa immediately blushed, and blushed very heavily. I was also feeling a hardening of my nipples within my blouse and bra and simultaneously felt an itching in my pussy.

Guru-ji: What happened Beti? You told your boyfriend has touched you on your breasts, but did you not touch his tool?

Shilpa nodded, negatively.

Guru-ji: Tell the truth. You are in front of Linga Maharaj.

Shilpa was again silent for a while and was looking down at the floor. Then she let the cat out of the bag.

Shilpa: Guru-ji, you know everything. Yes, he touched me inside my inner wear and I also felt his manhood. While in the Park everything was restricted to kissing and cuddling me over my dress, though at times he inserted his hand within my top, but I always tried to avoid such situations. But when we started going to the Waterworld, we got closer. As we started spending time in the pool, I could not resist when he came closer to me in the water. And under the water, he touches me everywhere over my costume and Guru-ji, I also touched and felt his tool over his brief under the water.

There was a slight pause as Shilpa took a long breath and then continued her confession.

Shilpa: Naturally I longed for his touches, but one day things went a bit too far and I immediately made restrictions on his approaches and he also told sorry to me for what he did. In the Waterpark the costume changing rooms for boys and girls are side by side and these are small rooms for individuals. On weekdays in any case the crowd in the pool is very thin and that day due to heavy rains it was very sparse. The changing room area was also very desolate and the guard was also not there probably due to rains. As I was half way done in the changing room, I heard a knock and the voice of …

Shilpa avoided naming his boyfriend.

Shilpa: I opened the door slightly and he just pushed in. I was just clad in the same way as I am now. I was about to wear the costume over my undergarments that he entered. He had already changed into his brief and he embraced and started kissing me. Guru-ji, I tried to escape, but being almost I mean err… naked, each of his touches made me so weak…

Shilpa was silent as she lowered her head.

Shilpa: Guru-ji, for the first time I got touches inside my undergarments, and so you can understand my condition. The fear factor was also working and I literally threw him out seeing no one outside the changing room and fortunately the episode was over.

Guru-ji: Did he not try to do anything more?

Shilpa: He almost tore off my, I mean…. my inner wears, but due to my strict resistance he could only pull it up halfway.

Guru-ji: And what about?

Guru-ji indicated through his eyes towards Shilpa’s panty. How outrageous! But little could this teenage girl do.

Shilpa: Yes, err… Guru-ji, I mean he pulled it down, but I quickly recovered before he could do anything more.

Guru-ji: Hmm. So he saw your choot? Did you see his lund?

I was struck by thunder listening to such direct words from Guru-ji’s mouth. Shilpa also was not prepared to reply to such direct things. It was a very clumsy situation for her, I understood. In fact I was feeling heat in my ears hearing to such a question. Shilpa could only reply after a while with a drooped face.

Shilpa: No Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: But you must have felt it with your hand in such a situation.

Shilpa: He forced me to touch his…

Guru-ji: Okay. Its good to know that you saved your virginity. But this conclusively proves Beti why you are distracted from your studies. But you also must keep in mind that before your marriage a physical relation or even a boy kissing you or touching your body are not within accepted norms of our culture and society. Right?

Shilpa: Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: So, you better keep distance from your boyfriend, but do not spoil the relation if you really like him. And as you have confessed your mind to me in the presence of Linga Maharaj, you are through with half of the “dosha khandan” process.

Shilpa nodded and smiled for the first time after a gap, visibly much relieved.

Guru-ji: Okay then. Anita, can you please get my Beti ready for the rest of the yagya?

I nodded, but questionably looked at Guru-ji not knowing exactly what to do now. He read my face.

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, now I shall alleviate you from your distraction. You were sidetracked in the mantra chanting and worshipping sessions to Linga Maharaj and now offering yourself to him, you would get rid of your indulgences.

Shilpa, not understanding anything, nodded affirmatively.

Guru-ji: Anita, stretch the sari that Nandini had given you on the floor here and apply the sandalwood paste on her body.

Me: Ji Guru-ji.

I stretched the sari that Mrs. Yadav gave me on the floor where Guru-ji indicated and indicated Shilpa to come and sit there.

Shilpa: But this is not my mother’s sari.

Guru-ji: Beti, I know. I asked Nandini to buy a white sari for yagya purpose.

Me: Yes, this looks more of a widow sari.

Shilpa lied down on the white sari. Her bra-covered boobs were appearing like two peaks. I took the big bowl in which Guru-ji had prepared the sandalwood paste.

Guru-ji: Anita, now you can take that cloth off her waist.

Shilpa reluctantly lifted her buttocks and I pulled off the last decent clothing from her body. Though her white panty could clearly be seen while she was draped in that cloth, still it must have been giving this 16-year-old girl some comfort in front of Guru-ji. Now she was in an absolute two-piece – clad only in her bra and panty. She immediately kept her right hand on her panty to save some honor. I took the sandalwood paste in my right hand and started rubbing it on her forehead and cheeks. Then completing that I came down to her neck and her upper chest area. The color of sandal and her wheat-colored breast area were as if complementing each other. I naughtily put some sandalwood in between her bra cups in her cleavage. Shilpa was not even in a position to smile at this point.

Guru-ji was sitting now in front of the yagya fire and had his eyes closed. Seeing that Shilpa raised her head slightly to tell me something.

Shilpa: Aunty, why am I being rubbed sandalwood on the whole body?

I nodded negatively to her whisper. Then she asked a very obvious question.

Shilpa: Aunty, shall I have to remove my… ?

Shilpa asked indicating towards her undergarments and I really had no reply to that because if the doctor ordered, no way she could shun that. Shilpa probably understood what I meant from my facial expression and put her head back on the floor. I had completed layering her abdomen with the paste and her body was filled with the sweet fragrance of sandalwood. Now I started rubbing the paste on her naked thighs and I could feel she was shivering to my touch on her bare skin. I noticed Guru-ji had opened his eyes and shouted “Jai Linga Maharaj!”

Me: Guru-ji, do I need to rub it on her back also?

Guru-ji: No, only on her frontal part. Thanks Anita. Now you can sit aside.

Guru-ji alighted from his sitting posture and his manhood was still very awkwardly poking out of his brief. His gigantic naked hairy body was looking rather fearsome in the glow of the fire. He came and sat by Shilpa. I noticed Shilpa had already closed her eyes. This time I noticed Guru-ji was proactive in his approach. Shilpa was lying in front of her on the white sari wearing only her bare necessities. He threw some flower petals on her body and chanted some mantras and went towards her feet.

Guru-ji: Beti, first I will wipe your “dosha” from your body surface. You remain in the same position as you are. I will do the needful.

Shilpa remained silent and I was shocked to see Guru-ji now kneeling over her feet and started licking her and giving her no chance to react or move, he gripped her naked legs firmly with both hands and was licking up the sandalwood that I had massaged on her moments ago. His tongue was sticking way out and briskly moving on the sexy teenage girl’s smooth skin. Naturally her body was mildly shaking with each stroke of Guru-ji’s wet tongue on her legs. I could see her fisted hands and she was clenching her teeth to control her emotions. The male wet tongue must have made her libido flow, which was just about very natural in any female.

I could very well understand Shilpa’s condition. She was an unmarried girl and myself being a married woman and vividly experienced about sex still gets a shiver each time my husband did this act. Though not a very regular feature in our conjugal life, but my hubby had given me this pleasure a number of times. One thing I don’t like about my husband’s approach while licking my naked legs and thighs is that he wants to do this making me fully nude on bed, but I prefer to enjoy this being in at least some kind of clothing. It’s probably my natural womanly shyness, which compels me to think that way, because when am allowing a man to sniff my thighs, its most likely that I am naked in his arms, but my problem is that when my husband skims his lips and nose on my legs, his hand constantly rubs and pulls my pubic hair, which makes me very, very uncomfortable. Hence for me it is always a better experience in this sort of love making if I am wearing a panty, but seldom could I do that.

Guru-ji was very eagerly licking the sandalwood off the well-formed legs of Shilpa. His hands were kept on both sides of her legs to keep his body balance. I could see the prick within Guru-ji’s brief getting stiffer and more prominent. Quite natural, I thought. He might be a god-man, but a human after all. Guru-ji was already up around her knees and his tongue was gliding and sweeping her well-formed thighs. Her teenage skin was naturally very taut and I thought Guru-ji surely was having a wonderful time. Guru-ji now gave a halt and chanted some mantras loudly and then again became engaged in licking the naked legs of this sexy teenage girl lying on the floor in a bikini as if. Shilpa remained stationary in her posture with her eyes tightly closed and a fully blushed face. As Guru-ji was nearing her panty-covered crotch crossing her marble like thighs, he lifted his head to say something.

Guru-ji: Uncross your legs a bit Beti.

Shilpa opened her eyes with a question mark on her face. I was certain that she could realize that if she spreads her legs, Guru-ji would surely put his head between her legs. She was naturally very hesitant.

Guru-ji: Beti I need to perform the act properly. You must unfold fully before me and not shy at all.

I was watching all along. Shilpa very reluctantly uncrossed her legs before Guru-ji’s eyes, but he was not fully satisfied and Guru-ji somewhat forcefully parted Shilpa’s nude legs creating a triangular gap between her legs. Before she could say anything, Guru-ji shouted “Jai Linga Maharaj” and placed his head near her love spot and started licking the inner sides of her milky white thighs.

Shilpa: Uhhhhhhhhh! Guru-jiiiiii!

Guru-ji paused again and lifted his head.

Guru-ji: Beti, just keep recite this mantra in your mind and do not concentrate on your physical emotions.

Saying that he gave a six-word mantra to Shilpa and she started murmuring that while Guru-ji continued his sexy act. I could see Guru-ji’s tongue lapping up the last bit of the sandalwood from Shilpa’s upper thighs. Guru-ji’s mouth was now dangerously close to her panty and Shilpa was visibly very uncomfortable and was shifting and moving on the floor. Guru-ji’s nose was poking her now at a position, which always remain covered by clothes – for that matter not only for her, for any woman, for me also. Guru-ji’s tongue was now actually roaming on her upper thighs, very up, just below her panty and even if a girl wears a miniskirt, this part of her body would surely remain covered, and to have a male tongue and nose probe that area would surely make any woman go crazy in excitement. Shilpa was no exceptional and she was giving out moans and screams loudly.

I noticed Guru-ji avoided touching Shilpa’s love spot, but made Shilpa more crazy, as he shifted his attention to her sandalwood paste covered navel and belly. At the same time, now Guru-ji was almost over Shilpa’s body also and the scene definitely would remind me my husband climbing my body on bed for a steamy intercourse session. I was myself breathing very heavily now seeing all this in front of my eyes and I felt the same tightness slowly again within my bra when I was enjoyed by Mr. Yadav an hour back. I would never forget the way he molested me in the toilet and the way I jerked made him masturbate to save myself getting fucked.

Guru-ji was now almost complete with his licking the middle part of Shilpa’s body. Now as he proceeded further, he was stretching his body on Shilpa’s tender body and things were really looking very hot. Though Guru-ji was chanting mantras from time to time, but my focus was now fully physical. Shilpa was murmuring the mantra, which Guru-ji gave her minutes ago, but how can a girl concentrate on anything else when a male is licking her body? He now completed licking Shilpa’s neck and shoulder and was almost over her face. For the first time, I noticed Guru-ji placed his body weight on Shilpa lying on the floor and he started licking gently her forehead. The sandalwood was briskly vanishing as Guru-ji’s tongue was slurping her skin.

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj!

Guru-ji uttered this and now did exactly as my husband would do on bed, i.e. placed his full body weight over Shilpa’s body and with some slight adjustments made sure his lund was exactly over her panty-covered honey pot! Guru-ji’s heavy flat chest was now crushing her bra clad budding boobs as his body lay over her. The way Shilpa was uncrossing her legs I could easily realize that she was fully excited by this continuous male intrusion on her body. I tilted my head a bit to see the whole scene and saw Guru-ji held Shilpa’s face with both hands. Shilpa’s eyes were closed. And, then Guru-ji slowly proceeded to meet Shilpa’s lips! Guru-ji was kissing Shilpa. Initially like any woman, Shilpa was a bit hesitant, but probably due to Guru-ji’s personality, she succumbed in fear and respect.

The kiss was slow, but long. I was sitting and watching all this with a dry throat, honestly wanting to be touched again, but obviously not the way Mr. Yadav treated me. I could still feel his lips on mine when he was enjoying my youthful body in the toilet. Seeing I am not watched I scratched and rubbed my pussy a bit over my sari and adjusted my sitting position and parted my legs a bit. Guru-ji on the other hand was making very definite moves. The kissing was complete and Guru-ji lifted his head off Shilpa’s wet lips. Shilpa was virtually gasping for a breath after being kissed by a personality like Guru-ji. Her face though depicted she enjoyed the lip lock, but the fear and astonishment was also telling on her face. Guru-ji now pulled his body off her body and sat beside him.

Guru-ji: Beti, now I will help you relieve from all distractions and “dosha” from your mind and body. I noticed you were shivering while I was cleaning your lips. Why? What are you afraid of Beti?

Shilpa: Err, yes Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Why Beti, did you got afraid when your boyfriend kissed you? I must follow the “dosha khandan” norms of the yagya, otherwise Linga Maharaj would be unhappy and not only you, I will suffer in life too. So, instead of being afraid, you just relax Beti.

Shilpa just nodded her head. Guru-ji continued.

Guru-ji: For example, just see how long you have been in this two piece garment? You were feeling shy and afraid initially, are you feeling that much shyness now? No. So, do not bend your mind on these aspects, just worship the mantra that I gave you in your mind and let me do whatever is needed to clean your soul.

Shilpa looked visibly very shy again, as Guru-ji reminded her that’s she is only wearing her bra and panty and nothing else and a pair of male eyes was watching her constantly. She could not answer anything.

Guru-ji: Yes, I know there is a ‘but’ in your mind and that’s why you are getting distracted each time. I want you to attain that ultimate level so that your distraction ends.

Shilpa: How Guru-ji?

Guru-ji: Just close your eyes, murmur the mantra, and respond to my actions. No ifs, no buts, no questions. Okay?

Shilpa nodded not knowing she actually signed the visa for Guru-ji to enjoy her sexy virgin body.

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Beti, close your eyes and worship the mantra again and again till I say to stop. In “dosha khandan” the next step is to wipe out the salt off your body. Anita, can you pass me that bowl please.

I was not prepared for any command from Guru-ji at this stage and was not expecting he would look at me also. I fumbled a bit, as I was then feeling and pressing my nipples over my blouse with my right hand, actually quite turned on seeing Guru-ji’s hot acts with Shilpa, but tried to quickly recover.

Me: Yee. Yes Guru-ji.

I alighted quickly and picked up the bowl of herbal water from beside the yagya fire and went in front of Guru-ji. He took the bowl, but indicated with his eyes towards my gaand. I was heavily surprised at his gesture. I looked with a question mark on my face at him and he without spending a word turned me slightly by holding my thigh area towards my right side and with his hand pulled out my sari that was tucking in my ass crack. I virtually flushed, as I was feeling so ashamed to be caught and corrected like that so openly by a male. Since I alighted quickly from my sitting position I did not remember to straighten the sari over my hips and my sari remained tucked in my ass crack as I walked before him. I very well knew I look pretty much indecent when this happens, more so since I possess a rather heavy gaand. I turned red naturally in shyness like a newly married bride standing before this Godman and my eyes automatically dropped towards the floor.

It was not the first time this has happened though I try to remain alert in most instances when I stand up from a prolonged sitting posture, but there were occasions when I missed, like today. The other problem especially for me as I mentioned before is my panties not fitting properly on my buttocks and slipping into my ass crack, which fosters this. Once I remember I went to the market via a bus and got the window seat and when I alighted from the bus I was unaware that my sari had tucked within my ass crack. That day also my panty must have slid into my deep ass crack and I loitered the whole market like that and every male must have had a feast for their eyes with my swinging heavy hips making the scene more alluring. I was made aware only when a female customer at a cosmetics shop alerted me. But honestly, never ever in my life did a man have the courage to indicate me that my sari was sticking in my ass - not even my husband. I believe my husband must have seen me doing daily household chores many a times and once or twice when I was unmindful ‘this’ must have happened, but…

Wait! Wait!

Then did he purposefully not alert me and watched me walking in front of his eyes with my sari tucked in my ass crack? ‘Rajesh! You naughty brute’, I murmured within myself.

I came back to my senses as Guru-ji started narrating mantras as he sprinkled the water on Shilpa’s body and indicated me to get back to my position. In no time I noticed Shilpa’s body got wet and Guru-ji was cleaning the last bit of sandalwood off her shinning naked skin. It seemed someone was buttering bread with a knife, as Guru-ji’s right hand effortlessly worked on her almost naked body. Shilpa remained on the floor in the lying position with her eyes closed, but was shaking just a little to the touches of Guru-ji on her thighs, navel, belly, and neck. I noted her bra and panty were getting wet as Guru-ji was sprinkling ample water on her body. Now I could clearly see her nipple impressions over her semi-wet white brassiere. She must be quite heated up through Guru-ji’s prolonged licking. The watering episode was over.

Guru-ji now was watching Shilpa intently sitting just beside her on the white sari spread on the floor. I observed Guru-ji looked down and feasted his eyes under Shilpa’s deep cleavage. Her fair and taut skin, being watered, looked shinning and very, very inviting. Now Guru-ji was on his knees and balanced with his hands on the floor on both sides of Shilpa’s body and bent down over her face. What would he do I wondered? He gently touched and kissed both her ears. I saw Shilpa’s whole body trembled to his touch. Then his lips grazed down her cheeks and moved to her neckline and kissed her all over my neck. Shilpa was gasping now and her legs getting gently parted. I was pretty sure now what was in store for this teenage virgin girl.

I was no doubt enjoying this sort of a love scene. Guru-ji then kissed Shilpa’s hands. His lips grazed her whole naked arms, one by one, up to her armpits. The kissing and touching was very slow. I could see Shilpa breathing very heavily now because I feel this was for the first time she was touched by a male in her lying position wearing such scanty dress. Guru-ji completed this process touching her navel, thighs, and knees. Then he sat down near her legs and took Shilpa’s left leg in his lap. I saw Guru-ji’s lund was very erect by now within his mini brief and he deliberately made Shilpa’s naked foot touch his lund!

He closed his eyes for sometime probably feeling her feet on her covered manhood and then lovingly did the same to her right leg. Then what Guru-ji did would make any woman go wild with excitement. He simply lifted her feet and started licking the sole of her feet!

Shilpa: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Guru-ji. Please.

Shilpa uttered in ecstasy, which was very natural. She was moving her hips on the floor forcefully with each of Guru-ji’s tongue stroke on her foot sole and with her foot up in the air in Guru-ji’s hands and her hip gyrating, the scene looked utterly vulgar. I had to drop my eyes for a moment, but action continued. Guru-ji did the same process with her other foot and Shilpa must have been already wet within her panty. She had her eyes closed – I was not sure what the exact reason was – may be in shame or in sexual delight or both.

I observed Guru-ji acted cleverly and did not give Shilpa even a moment to respite and made her stand up. Shilpa could not meet my eyes and was looking at the floor. Guru-ji’s now positioned himself right behind her. Very clearly, his erect manhood was poking Shilpa’s bulging ass cheeks. Guru-ji encircled her with his large muscular arms feeling her upper belly region. I noticed Guru-ji was whispering something in her ear, which I was unable to hear. Shilpa stood motionless with her eyes tightly closed and lips murmuring, probably the mantra Guru-ji told her to narrate in her mind. Guru-ji’s fingers for the first time crawled on the most sensitive part of a female body, her love spot. Guru-ji was slowly moving his fingers on Shilpa’s panty covered pussy. Shilpa leant back on Guru-ji’s body and seeing the scene my nipples were then and there rock hard piercing the fabric of my bra. I subtly adjusted my blouse and bra to be somewhat comfortable.

Guru-ji by that time had made Shilpa more uncomfortable by unhooking her bra, which resulted in a weak protest from her.

Shilpa: Guru-ji please, I am feeling so …

Guru-ji: Beti, you must have the mental makeup to sacrifice physically to Linga Maharaj. And what is the shame in front of me? I hope you are not feeling any discomfort due to your Anita’s presence?

Now as Shilpa made the slightest movement within Guru-ji’s arms, her open bra was accenting the jiggling of her youthful mammaries.

Shilpa: No, no, am okay in front of aunty, but…

She was still leaning on Guru-ji’s body while speaking and Guru-ji was also replying while moving his fingers on her lower belly region. That was the height, I thought.

Guru-ji: Beti, this is not the first time I am executing this “dosha khandan”. Isn’t it? What is your age? 16 or 17. Women of your mother’s age during “dosha khandan” has to open their undergarments in front of me. That’s the norm Beti. And if they don’t shy, why are you getting so withdrawn?

Shilpa: But…

Shilpa was still trying to put up an argument, when Guru-ji suddenly inserted his fingers within her panty and started scratching her pussy area.

Shilpa: Ouch! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The scene was extremely hot and now Shilpa was virtually struggling and gasping with an open bra and a male hand within her panty front. Guru-ji was executing each step very tactfully.

Guru-ji: Beti, if you really feel very shy, do one thing. Close your eyes and keep your arms crossed over your yoni.

I was amazed to see Guru-ji advising the girl with his hand inserted within her panty. Shilpa was still not convinced, which was natural a girl for her age.

Shilpa: No, no Guru-ji, I can’t…

Saying that she did something, which was very unexpected. She turned towards Guru-ji and hugged him and buried her face in his flat broad chest in shame. Guru-ji had to take out his hand off her panty and could not react for a moment, but recovered quickly.

Guru-ji: Beti, don’t feel shy. See your aunty is smiling at you.

Definitely I was not smiling. But as Guru-ji and Shilpa both turned to me I had to smile and say something.

Me: Yes Shilpa…

I could not say anything more. In fact, what would I say? ‘Yes, go ahead, open your undergarments and become naked.’ How can I say that to a female, being a woman myself? Though Shilpa was by then virtually naked with her open bra through which all the beauty of her twin boobs were very evident and her panty just clinging somehow to her trunk. Guru-ji completed my incomplete sentence.

Guru-ji: Now that your aunty also nodded, you should not feel shy anymore.

Saying that he distanced himself from Shilpa and honestly she looked hopeless. She stood with her head down, fully open back with the bra strap and hook almost vanishing below her armpits, and arms crossed to cover some dignity.

Guru-ji: Beti, don’t waste time. Open your undergarments. Get naked.

Shilpa remained static and Guru-ji repeated his order with a stern voice.

Guru-ji: Nangi… I said.

Shilpa slowly started peeling off her open bra from her attractive breasts and when she dropped her bra to the ground, her boobs looked like two fresh pomegranate bokey. Her boobs were very tight and they were handful in size and looking very sexy with the standing pink nipples on them. I noticed Guru-ji was seemed enthralled by their beauty – afterall, naked boobs of a 16-year-old girl and that too of a girl like Shilpa, who possessed a very developed figure.

Then she bent a bit and started pulling down her panty from her waist. The scene was extremely alluring for any male, I know, as when we women do this, our boobs hang like pendulum in the air. Personally I always try to avoid this, even while changing in front of a female, as I look very awkward especially with my hanging mammaries. Shilpa looked damn sexy in that posture and I saw Guru-ji’s lund was growing in strength within his brief and it was looking absolutely like a tent. Ultimately she got out of her last clothing and stood stark naked in front of Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: That’s like a good girl. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Saying that he almost jumped to Shilpa’s naked flesh and hugged her. Shilpa’s naked body was shivering at his touches, which was visually very evident. Guru-ji knelt down and buried his face deep in her belly. He was rubbing his face there and Shilpa started to moan, naturally. Guru-ji was now getting excited with every move and feverishly licking all her flat smooth stomach while his hands were caressing and squeezing Shilpa’s naked ass cheeks. Shilpa also now slowly initiated responding to this Godman’s sexual desires. She gradually put her hands on his head, for support I guess.

My eyes were popping out seeing this naked skin show. Guru-ji’s hairy and muscular body was already naked except for his mini brief holding his erect penis and now this 16-year-old girl with a very developing figure had not a thread on her body! I watched Guru-ji putting his tongue in her navel and was circling it making Shilpa go wild in excitement. For me it was an unbelievable experience. I had never seen such lovemaking LIVE, if I could term it. Guru-ji quickly was up again and now he focussed to the most obvious thing, Shilpa’s twin peaks. Her tight hooters were in front on his eyes and very near his lips. Guru-ji’s mouth remained wide open for a while looking at her tight boobies. He put his mouth to one of her boobs and straightway started sucking the nipple and with the other hand did what men loves doing the most – squeezed her other boob.

Shilpa: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My god! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch!

Naturally Guru-ji’s heavy dose of squeezing and licking had made Shilpa, like any woman, go wild in stimulation. Guru-ji virtually attacked Shilpa’s jiggling young naked boobs with his mouth, lips, tongue, and hands. This went on for some minutes leaving Shilpa panting. Guru-ji was not at all giving a chance to Shilpa for a breather and was onto his next act. Now his right hand moved to her round ass and continued squeezing them till they turned red! After that he hugged her again and probably to give himself some breathing space. He hugged her tight and her boobs were crushing against his chest. Shilpa also, I saw, wrapped her hands around his neck and Guru-ji’s both hands were caressing her naked scratch-less back and firm buttocks.

Guru-ji pushed his pelvis against her pussy and pulled her closer to him. Clearly now Guru-ji lund was knocking on her bare choot. Guru-ji now slowly made her lie down on the sari on the floor and he followed suit lying on top of her. Guru-ji was now openly kissing Shilpa on the lips and was also licking her face, kissed her neck and of course was cupping and crushing her twin mangoes at his free will. I was getting restless now, as Guru-ji was spending plenty of time on this and my condition was getting torrid by the moment. I felt like uncrossing my leg widely and scratch my pussy. My bra was getting tighter seeing the steamy action in my front, but I could not open it also to make free my firm balls.

Shilpa: Aaaaaaah! Oiiiiiiiiii Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Guru-ji probably gave a hard bite on Shilpa’s boob and hence such a reaction from her. I thought in my mind, which male would leave this opportunity when he has got such a sexy girl completely naked under him? Guru-ji was now going down from her boobs and I saw that Shilpa’s both breasts were glistening with Guru-ji’s saliva and her nipples were absolutely upright and taut. In fact, my position was also not far way from Shilpa in terms of nipple erection if I open my blouse and bra now. They had also raised their heads fully within my tight bra. Guru-ji quickly was up to his next subject and his tongue started probing the young girl’s pussy area.

Shilpa: Nooooooooo. Noooooooo. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease.

Shilpa’s request fell to deaf ears as Guru-ji held her both hands with his strong muscular hands and vehemently licked her pussy area through her thin pubic hairs. He kept licking and licking and kept moving down inserting his tongue into her pussy now. Shilpa practically went mad in excitement and was squirming left and right on the white sari on the floor and kept moving her naked ass up and up. As Guru-ji’s head descended from her pussy towards her milky thighs, I could see her pussy juices shinning on her inner thighs. Shilpa was moaning very loudly now and I doubted the sound would go outside the room. But since the puja ghar was at a remote corner of the house, there is little chance it would go to her parent’s ears. She was jerking more her ass in the upward motion in order to meet more of Guru-ji’s tongue.

Now it was time for Guru-ji to show his erect and thick manhood to Shilpa and of course me who was the spectator and my eyes almost popped out seeing the thickness of his lund.

Me: My god! What size!

I mumbled to myself. Shilpa must have fainted if she saw that. Alas! Guru-ji doesn’t have a wife, I thought; she would surely feast on that proud manhood each night. Guru-ji became completely naked by throwing his brief to the floor and it landed just inches away from me and I could see the orange brief was wet with stains of precum. I could not take away my eyes off his lund, as it was so stout and looked like a polished rod. It must be at least 8-9 inches clean in length. Before coming to ashram, I had only seen my hubby’s erect prick, but after coming to ashram I have seen and felt more than one male tools, but I am sure this looked the ‘best’. Shilpa was not in a position to see Guru-ji’s open lund, as she still had her eyes closed. A virgin girl would not know actually what that lund meant to me, a married woman, who has taken a male dick many a times. Involuntarily I was twisting my tongue on my lips seeing Guru-ji’s open jiggling pole, but as soon as I realized that, I felt so shy about my shamelessness. I was pretty sure that Guru-ji’s penis would tear Shilpa’s cunt apart.

I could sense that the lovemaking of Guru-ji and Shilpa was reaching the climax. With his hands he started spreading her legs further and lifted them as well. Guru-ji now held her legs up and put them on his shoulders. Shilpa had to open her eyes to this act. She looked at Guru-ji and instantly dropped her eyes in shame. Guru-ji twisted and pinched her nipples once casually as if he was cuddling the cheeks of a baby! He brought his upright dick near her choot, adjusted the tip onto the right hole and very slowly initiated to push it inside.

Shilpa: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!

Loud moans were coming out of Shilpa’s open mouth and she held Guru-ji’s hairs in ecstasy. Since Shilpa was a virgin, Guru-ji naturally could not enter at the first attempt. He spread her cunt lips with one hand and holding his penis with other hand, pushed it harder and this time and a very loud scream came out of Shilpa’s mouth. Guru-ji quickly glanced at the closed door of the room and then quickly kept his mouth over Shilpa’s lips to shut her screaming. I could realize it must have been a very painful experience for the teenage girl, more so due to this mammoth piston trying to enter her hole. I am pretty sure that even matured experienced women would fumble taking this tool within their holes. Guru-ji was careful enough not to hurt too much to Shilpa and was stroking very gently and kissing her continuously and simultaneously twisting her nipples to get the maximum discharge off her pussy.

Shilpa: Ooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Ufffffffffffffffffffffffffff!

Shilpa was struggling near Guru-ji’s heavy stature and writhing in pain. Their nude boides about to copulate looked like heavenly bodies in the golden glow of the yagya fire. I was almost mesmerized by the scene. They both were sweating profusely in the heat of the fire and their won body heat due to the sexual act. Guru-ji now was increasing the thrust and while Shilpa constantly moaned and cried I noticed drops of blood on the white sari below Shilpa’s bottom. I could well realize that her virginity was broken. Guru-ji did not stop for a moment at her screaming and slowly pushed his dick into her vagina more and more. Shilpa was struggling as if like a chicken when cut in a meat shop. I was feeling pity for her as I could very well realize the pain taking that huge tool into her very tight pussy. After quite some time Shilpa seemed to be enjoying Guru-ji’s strokes and the white sari was red with bright blood from Shilpa’s pussy. I was spellbound seeing the scene, the first time I saw an intercourse session in front of my eyes. Guru-ji had also shifted his mouth off Shilpa’s lips, as she was feeling less pain and screaming less. I saw Guru-ji’s huge palms were covering both her erect boobs and were being kneading heavily as he pumped into her.

Guru-ji was now gasping for the first time and I realized he was loading off his semen into Shilpa’s honey pot. Shilpa was again moaning in sheer ecstasy. I remembered my first sexual experience with my husband and that night I also had a tremendous experience of fun, pain, tears, and excitement like Shilpa had today. But honestly I missed Guru-ji’s stout piston, as my husband’s tool was just a normal 6-inch erect penis and certainly not as ‘healthy’ as Guru-ji’s. Both their bodies now came to a halt slowly – utterly exhausted – both were sweating profusely in the heat of the yagya fire. Guru-ji’s body lay over Shilpa’s nude 16-year-old stationary body after the long sexual act was complete and they both had their eyes closed.

My mind was again and again hovering around Guru-ji’s manhood, as I had never seen such a thing in my life! It was not that I had not seen pron VCDs, which my husband used to bring, but the penises of the actors there were no match to Guru-ji. Even in the desi CD, which I watched in Shilpa’s bedroom, when the camera zoomed on the male actor’s genitals for some seconds, I noticed he possessed a mediocre sized penis like my husband. In its full form, which I saw as he was about to pin Shilpa, his bare lund was so stout, firm, and bursting, and the penis bulb was so broad – I could not obliterate that off my eyes! I was feeling so very hot and uncomfortable, as my panty was soaked with my juices and my globes very taut and firm within my blouse.

Noting that both Guru-ji and Shilpa had their eyes closed, though Shilpa was still moaning in her lying position, I quickly once scratched my pussy over my sari though I was simply feeling like fingering it. Then I lowered my sari pallu for a moment and adjusted my bra to breathe a bit easy. A thought had already started to bug my mind although I knew myself being a married woman, I should refrain from such taboo thoughts, but it kept hovering my mind. My want was simple – to have Guru-ji’s healthy lund at least once in my choot.

I rebuked myself for thinking in such derogatory lines and only thinking about my physical pleasure rather than the original motto of coming to the ashram of being treated for pregnancy. How could I be so dishonest to my husband Rajesh who loves me so much? Whatever I had undergone in the ashram recently I believe was part of the treatment. Yes, I agree during that process I behaved very shamelessly to undress in front of unknown male and I was touched, groped, and fondled by more than one male. But that was treatment afterall as per Guru-ji’s instructions, which I could not deviate from. One error I can accept is the affair with Uday crossing the limits of normalcy and beyond Guru-ji’s directives, as I was rather carried away by Uday’s physique and personality. I reorganized myself talking within me and tried to control my desire.

Guru-ji alighted from his lying position; he was still stark naked and even in the unexcited position I saw his lund was hanging like a big banana. I was looking at that intently and suddenly as I raised my eyes, they meet Guru-ji’s eyes and I immediately lowered my eyelids in shame. Didi Guru-ji caught my gazing at his bare manhood? He alighted from his position and showing his naked ass to me performed a ‘pranam’ to Linga Maharaj and the yagya fire. Shilpa was now trying to get up and I thought I should help her. She was lying naked on the white sari with ample stains of bright red blood. I do not have words to describe her condition. Guru-ji’s semen was still flowing out of her pussy and into her thighs. I took a white cloth and approached her.

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, now you are pure. “Dosha Khandan” is complete. I think you will not have the distractions you were having prior now that you know what the secret is.

Shilpa was not in a position to answer anything, as she could not yet have recovered from the fact that she has lost her virginity moments ago in the hands of Guru-ji! I wiped her body especially her boobs, lips, and her pelvic region. Guru-ji handed me a bowl of hot water and I cleansed her pussy area in a minute, which was covered with blood, Guru-ji’s semen, and her own juices. Then I washed her face, her swollen boobs, and thighs and I could realize she felt refreshed. As I cleaned her, I was getting the same mixed odour from Shilpa’s vagina that I get from my pussy after my husband completes fucking me on bed.

Guru-ji: Anita, first use this patch in her vagina and the pain will go and then give this pill.

Saying that Guru-ji handed me a tube, which was a gel to be applied in her vagina and a tablet for her to swallow. Shilpa recovered remarkably from Guru-ji’s medications in some minutes and I helped her to stand erect on the floor. Guru-ji was getting dressed and I quickly took a last peep at his banana before it was covered by his brief and saffron dhoti. I could not stop transmitting a breath of shyness. Shilpa probably was used to nakedness now. She was a 16-year-old girl with blooming assets, but was not much bothered about her completely bare body in our presence. But I was feeling very awkward, as Guru-ji and myself were fully dressed. I picked up her undergarments first to get her cover her private parts.

Shilpa: Aunty, please.

She seemed unwilling to wear her inner wear.

Me: But Shilpa, you must wear this. Other people will soon come here.

Saying that I pointed to her bra, but Shilpa nodded her head again. I could realize she was thoroughly exhausted.

Shilpa: Aunty, my whole body is aching. Ufff!

Me: But Shilpa, how can you go without a bra in front of others. What will you parents think?

Guru-ji: Beti, you aunty is speaking sense.

Shilpa had no other option but to agree to wear her bra. I put her white bra on her young jiggling boobs and then helped her wear the salwar kamiz. Guru-ji removed the blood stained white sari from the floor and everything looked so normal again!

Nothing much happened in Mr. Yadav’s house after that, though the landlord did not miss one last opportunity to take hold of me before I left his house. But before that episode, we all had the ‘prasad’ together, which Sanjeev had cooked. It was delicious. Mr. Yadav was drunk, but was not ‘out’. He thankfully did not misbehave. Mrs. Yadav visibly looked pretty happy and why not? The way she was involved in lovemaking with Sanjeev, I wonder when I was in the puja ghar during Shilpa’s fucking, what those two were doing!

I was having a difficult sleep throughout the night and was distracted time and again by the royal fucking that I saw before my eyes. Oh! What a size! I recapped again in my dream about Guru-ji’s erect penis and I was calling that in my dream with the name of “Lund Maharaj”! I got up early in the morning as Guru-ji had mentioned that we would move off from Mr. Yadav’s place early. I went to toilet and got refreshed. Near about that time there was a knock at the door and I heard Sanjeev’s voice. I opened the door slightly as I was wearing only my nightdress and no undergarments beneath.

Sanjeev: Madam, we are ready. You come down to the dining hall.

He went away and I got dressed and went downstairs. I could see Mrs. And Mr. Yadav along with Shilpa and Guru-ji there. All were present.

Mrs. Yadav: Good morning. Hope you had a nice sleep.

I nodded and took my cup of tea.

Guru-ji: Nandini, you were saying you wanted to place a Hanuman deity in the puja ghar. I think Sanjeev can guide you where to place it and which way to face it. Sanjeev, if you can please…

Sanjeev: Most certainly Guru-ji.

Mrs. Yadav: Okay Guru-ji. We will be back in 5 minutes then.

Guru-ji: Sure.

I saw Mrs. Yadav and Sanjeev left the dining hall and Mrs. Yadav looked more than happy to get this chance to be with Sanjeev one last time before he leaves. Everybody except Shilpa seemed to be looking at their departure path, which was underlined by Mrs., Yadav’s swaying hips under her tightly worn sari. Shilpa appeared to be unmindful, obviously still not out of her virginity loss episode and she must have hid that fact from her parents.

Guru-ji: Anita, you have not seen the small temple of their home-god, isn’t it?

I nodded negatively.

Guru-ji: It’s a wonderful small structure, worth seeing once. Kumar why don’t you show that to her by the time Sanjeev is back from upstairs?

Mr. Yadav: Surely Guru-ji. My pleasure. Come Anita.

I noticed Mr. Yadav suddenly had a big smile on his face and greeted me to follow him. Honestly at that moment the thought of Mr. Yadav’s dirty mind did not punch me at all. He walked slowly with his crutches and I followed him. We left the dining space and were out in the lawn and going to the back of their house. Now that Sanjeev and Mrs. Yadav were upstairs, Mr. Yadav and myself were going to the house-temple, I wondered what Guru-ji would say to Shilpa, as she is all alone now with him.

In no time, I realized that rather than thinking about Shilpa and Guru-ji, I should protect myself. The template was at the back of the house and I had to admit that it was a truly well crafted marble finished small structure with complex designs on the walls. Hardly did I finish appreciating the work in my mind that I felt a hand on my blouse-covered back as we were climbing the two to three steps into the mini temple. I looked at Mr. Yadav questionably.

Mr. Yadav: Just a little support Anita to climb the steps.

I had to allow that to this handicapped man, but he immediately started taking advantage of that. I could clearly realize he was feeling with his warm fingers my bare below-the-neck portion just above the blouse. I tried to redirect my mind off his touches and tried to concentrate on the temple carving. But as we entered the temple floor from the steps, I felt Mr. Yadav’s palm slowly creeping down my back over the thin fabric of my blouse tracing my right bra strap. I immediately turned at him and gave him a very firm look disapproving his moves. His hand stopped crawling right away and remained stationary over my back, but still over my bra strap.

Mr. Yadav: Anita, have a look at the roof now.

Me: Wow!

That was a spontaneous reaction from my mouth seeing the beautiful painting on the arched roof of this small room. As I looked up I realized his hand shifted down to the fold of my abdomen and rested there. Frankly I was feeling so uncomfortable now with a male hand touching the naked skin of my abdomen that I had to react verbally.

Me: What’s this? Stop this nonsense and…

Even before I could finish, I felt a full body weight on me and a very tight hug. It happened so unexpectedly that I could not even protect my boobs and they openly crushed and bumped in Mr. Yadav’s chest.

Mr. Yadav: Anita, my sexy darling.

Me: Ouch! You…

Mr. Yadav: Anita, I could not sleep yesterday the whole night thinking about you.

Me: Behave yourself. Aaaaaaaaaaaa! What are you doing?

I was struggling in Mr. Yadav’s arms and tried my best to move off his hands off my shoulder and waist. His face was so close to mine that his spectacles were touching my nose and his thick beard was giving me a tickling sensation, but his clutches seemed to be getting stronger by the moment and I vainly fought back within his arms. Mr. Yadav was very openly feeling my copious blouse covered mammaries on his flat chest and pressed me more and more towards him to enjoy the sensation of my firm heavy boobs on his upper body. He now stuck his lip out and was grazing my cheeks, lips, and nose as I tussled in his control. Suddenly I felt something poking in my abdomen and stinging me. I cried out.

Me: Ah! Take that out. Oh! It’s hurting me.

I soon realized Mr. Yadav’s wooden crutch was piercing my belly, as that rascal had to still hold to that for balance while hugging me. He adjusted a whisker so that the crutch did not poke into my belly anymore and kept his control on my body. We were in front of the deity within the mini temple and seeing no one was around, this disabled man utilized the opportunity to the fullest. Mr. Yadav shifted his position a bit to have my struggling hands under his complete control and was now embracing me in an extremely lewd manner. He was hugging me from the side, his right hand was holding me by my right arm and his left hand gripped my left arm and was now pressing onto my blouse. With his two legs, from the standing position, he pressed my left thigh and I was completely cramped. After a minute or two of struggling I realized very well that it was of no use; simply I did not have the physical strength to get rid of this animal.

Mr Yadav: Shhhhhhhhhhh! Anita, you are sooooooooooo sexy! Aaah!

If it was just an expression of his feeling, I would have still accepted that, but the old humbug simply released my struggling right arm and openly pinched and cupped by bulging left boob over my blouse and then to my utter disbelief kept on pressing it while kissing my cheek. He was trying to get to my lips, but I somehow prevented that.

Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuu! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!

Mr. Yadav was gripping my left boob very firmly and his fingers hungrily feeling each inch of my young breast within my blouse. Instantly I got a very huge turn on as his thumb was directly pressing on my nipple under the cover of my bra. I almost sighed in ecstasy and momentarily closed my eyes in excitement. Mr. Yadav was an experienced player and he instantly realized my condition and quickly retraced his thumb over my tight blouse and the bastard started pressed exactly over my left nipple again and again.

Me: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Please stopppppppppppp. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.

I was too late to stop him now and he almost ransacked my left breast by even inserting his fingers within my blouse. I also got heated with such intrusions to my private parts and Shilpa’s fucking scenes still hovering in my mind. But hardly did Mr. Yadav give me a chance to cooperate to his touches. He threw the crutches to the floor and dragged me to the wall, which was about a couple of feet, balancing completely on my body. I felt the cold wall on my back and soon realized that I was in a more compromising position now being pinned to the wall. Mr. Yadav almost pounced upon me and I was virtually sandwiched between the wall and his body weight. Though he was swaying a bit for balance as he had thrown his crutches to the corner of the room, he was intently feeling and touching me all over.

The moves were more affirmative and he seemed pretty sure what he was doing. I could not gather enough strength to protest against him and was surrendering slowly. He was cupping my ass cheeks over my sari very hard with both hands and brushing his beard all over my face. Obviously his moves were not limited to squeezing and cupping only, he was pulling up my sari from all corners exposing my legs vividly. Naturally I was quite heated by this time and was feeling wetness within my panty due to this extensive groping. And the rascal made most of it by enabling me to allow him to kiss on my lips. As he started kissing he immediately shifted his right hand off my buttocks and placed that on my right boob and started tracing for my nipple. An electric shock went through my body as if as I got a triple action on my body; Mr. Yadav’s lips on my wet lips, his one hand squeezing my right buttock, and his other hand pressing my nipple.

I had my eyes closed and frankly I was enjoying his touches now. But suddenly there was the noise of footsteps.

“Gaata Rahe Mera Dil, Tu Hi Meri Manzil…”

Someone was coming towards the temple gumming that song. I saw Mr. Yadav also became alert at this new development.

Mr. Yadav: Shhhh. He is our gardener. But why is he coming to this side?

I quickly picked up the pallu and tried to adjust my sari, but Mr. Yadav had pulled my sari almost completely off my waist and my petticoat was clearly visible. Moreover a couple of hooks of my blouse got open due to this heated encounter, but I did not have time to fix that.

Me: Will he come here?

He immediately put his finger on my lips. We could still hear the song and it was not approaching, which meant the man was doing something standing outside.

Mr. Yadav: Anita, talk very softly. If he comes here and sees us in this situation I will be in big soup. This gardener is a pet of Nandini.

He almost whispered in my right ear.

Mr. Yadav: Anita, get my crutch quickly. If he sees that while passing, he would surely enter here.

Me: But how can I move like this. Can’t you see my sari is…

I spoke in a somewhat louder tone and immediately Mr. Yadav pinched my ass cheek over my petticoat and indicated to speak softly. I felt rather ashamed at such a procedure to indicate me something and would surely have slapped him otherwise, but my situation was such then that I had to digest that.

Mr. Yadav: Anita, try to understand. If he sees me here with you… You just get my crutch. Quickly.

I was still dillydallying with my sari and probably seeing that Mr. Yadav held my arms with one hand and unwrapped my sari completely off my body with his other hand. I stood there in front of him clad in my petticoat and blouse. My back was still touching the wall.

“Pyar Hua Ikraar Hua To Pyar Se Phir…”

We could hear a new tune and fortunately it was not approaching us. The gardener must be stationary now while singing.

Mr. Yadav: Anita, for heaven’s sake. Get that crutch.

I was a bit taken aback the way my sari was taken off by him, but understanding the graveness of the situation did not say anything. I made him stand holding the wall and went ahead to get his crutch. As I walked I quickly fastened the two open hooks of my blouse and covered some exposed cleavage of mine. It was definitely an odd feeling walking without my sari, more so as I knew Mr. Yadav was watching my every movement. I picked up the crutch and looked outside through the temple door, but there was no one. I quickly ran back to him and handed him the crutch. I immediately started wrapping my sari when I heard the song approaching us!

Mr. Yadav: Anita, not a word. He is coming this side.

He held the crutch in one hand and grabbed me with the other and immediately pulled me on him. My heavy jiggling boobs again bounced directly on his chest as my face almost bumped on his specs. My heart was beating faster now as I was also scared to be caught by someone in this very compromising state – being clad only in my blouse and petticoat, my sari on floor, and being hugged by a man.

Mr. Yadav: He is probably on the door.

He whispered in my ear and I almost buried my face in his broad chest in anxiety. There was silence then for some moments. The song started again.

“Gaata Rahe Mera Dil, Tu Hi Meri Manzil…”

And this time it was very close to us. Mr. Yadav hugged me very tight now probably out of nervousness. I also cooperated and did not struggle at all. But his movements made me very confused. He was clearly feeling my twin blouse-covered mangoes on his chest the way he was thrusting his chest on my firm round flesh. Mr. Yadav also started pushing his pelvis into my crotch. I could very clearly feel his lund over the clothes poking my lower abdomen or upper thighs. And with his free hands he was very slowly cupping my gaand over my thin petticoat fabric. How could a man behave like this if he was nervous of being caught?

I controlled my reaction and took my hands backwards to shrug off his palms off my gaand. As I tried to catch his hand, he slid his palm on my smooth buttock flesh and continued like that as if I was playing with him! The scoundrel! He had kept the crutch balancing on the wall just beside him and playfully moving his palms on my gaand and at the same time pressing me and making sure I stick to his body. As my hands were behind, my body bent more towards Mr. Yadav and I could jolly well realize he was thoroughly enjoying the full pressure of my firm boobs on his chest. I realized it was of no use trying to stop him that way, as he was playfully grazing my full ass cheeks as I struggled to catch hold of his hands.

Me: Will you behave yourself?

I reacted in a rather loud voice, but instantly made a face by projecting my tongue out partially that I had made a mistake by speaking aloud.

Mr. Yadav: Anita, my darling. He is gone!

Oh! That’s right! I could no longer hear the humming of the song anymore. The gardener must have been away.

Me: Ouch! Hey! Stop! Stoppppppppppp!

Before I could even get back my hands from my hips, that bastard simply pulled up my whole petticoat above my waist and grabbed my naked plump thighs with both hands. I got back my senses and instantly tried to refrain him from doing that, but by that time he had made my entire legs completely exposed. Before he could repeat the same act as he did in the bathroom, I tried to regain my confidence to fight him back because I knew very well that next he would surely try to pull down my panty.

Me: Listen, I will shout if you do not stop!

I was very firm in my voice this time. Mr. Yadav stopped for a moment; my petticoat still in his hand, lifted around my waist, and my white panty clearly visible under my raised petticoat. Unfortunately he did not take me seriously and tried to hug me again. But this time I did not show submissive attitude as I could well realize that this animal would not leave me without inserting his lund in my choot. I raised my hand to slap him and right at that moment –

“Kumar! Kumar!”

It’s Mrs. Yadav’s voice. Probably she was calling from a distance. And the change in Mr. Yadav was worth watching. He left me as if he was electrified, and snatched his crutches from the wall, straightened his clothes, and went towards the temple door. His face was almost pale and he visibly looked very nervous hearing his wife’s voice. I smiled within myself seeing his condition and realizing my sari-less condition was also not appreciable, quickly draped the sari round me and adjusted my blouse, etc. to look decent.

The rest of the time I spent in Mr. Yadav’s house is not worth describing and we got back to ashram by the car in another hour or so. In the car as we conversed I noticed Guru-ji behaved as if nothing happened yesterday night and was not exhibiting the minimum slice of shame that I saw him completely naked fucking that 16-year-old girl. Even Sanjeev, I caught him almost red-handed with Mrs. Yadav, but he was now behaving so casually! I was myself feeling a bit ashamed to even have eye contact with Guru-ji thinking of last night’s incident, but he seemed pretty oblivious!

Guru-ji: Anita, you have reached the climax of your treatment now. Take rest and mentally prepare yourself for the ultimate, the Maha-yagya. Come down to me after lunch and I will share you the details.

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

I went back to my room, had breakfast, took my medicines, took a long bath, and closed the door and rested on my bed. Lying on my bed I was trying to figure out what’s in store for me now, as Guru-ji said I have reached the ‘climax’ and Maha-yagya was the ultimate treatment for me. I did not know when my eyelids closed thinking on that line and woke up at the knock on the door. It was Nirmal. He had come with my lunch. I felt so very dejected, as I was having a pleasant dream. My husband and I were out for a vacation at a nice unknown place and we were throwing snow at each other and while doing that I fell and he quickly held me and then was kissing me. Right at that moment this dwarf knocked in!

I was in fact feeling rather drowsy and asked him to keep my lunch on the table, as I intended to take it later. I noticed Nirmal was looking at me, specifically not at my eyes, probably due to his short height, but in no time I realized why he was staring at me. I was rather careless about my dress code, as I opened him the door, and his attention was focussed on my nipple impressions on my nighty. I was wearing no undergarments at that time and sensing that I virtually instructed him to move off, as I wanted to take rest for some more time. With an unhappy face he left my room. I closed the door and went to the toilet to check myself in the mirror.

Oh! My God!

Both my nipples were swollen to their full size and their impressions were clearly perceptible through the fabric of my nighty. I blushed seeing myself like that and understood that the reason for Nirmal’s staring and unhappy face. I pulled my nighty over my breasts a little so as to conceal my nipples impressions, but as soon as the fabric touched my globes, my erect nipples again showed up and definitely I looked quite sexy and alluring like that. It must have been the effect of the dream. As I got out of the toilet, I was smiling within me thinking about my husband’s hug and the time I spent with him in my dream. I went back to bed and grabbed the pillow between my thighs and closed my eyes and tried to recap the dream. Alas! I could not reconstruct it properly and after some time got up dejected and had my lunch.