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The next couple of days were crazy as I learned my mother is also a nymphomaniac. We fucked in a secluded spot during my private tour, we fucked in a washroom at Market, she swallowed my load during a long taxi ride and I filled all three of her holes back at the hotel.

My dick was actually exhausted and in need of a rest when Mom left for the airport after three days of sucking and fucking.

As she left, she said, "You better get a job back home, Master, because you already have a summer job at home that you need to deal with."

I laughed, "What about Malavika?"

"You're the Master," she shrugged.

"True enough," I nodded, giving her a very non son-mother kiss, having just shot a load in her cunt a few minutes earlier.

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Thankfully, I had two weeks to recover before Rashmika was coming with her Mom to visit me, although I wasn't sure that I would be able to actually, finally sleep with Rashmika. Our texts had gotten very vivid, and there was doubt she was submissive or not, with her mother coming too, I wasn't sure how I would get her alone.

To my surprise yet again, things turned out a lot different than I expected, but that is an entirely different story.

THE END

 

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#A Night of Error part -- 1

It was a bright March morning at 7.00 AM. The radiant ray of morning sun was falling on the Terrace. Viswanath was sitting comfortably on rattan chair enjoying the pleasant morning. A small wooden table was placed beside him for the purpose of keeping news papers and Tea .He was enjoying the morning through warmth of sun; however, the atmosphere was moist and still, the blister of dew drops could be seen in the leaves of Ivy hanging over from the Terrace top and petals of roses in Flower pots. A cool breeze was flowing through the Terrace. The air was fresh, and had a fresh smell to it. He looked out over sky, birds and beautiful sunrise. He could see the orange glow on the horizon. The view was relaxing.

Viswanath looked down from Terrace to the down and he had a pleasant view of the lemon tree, the grave pine and a variety of trees in the campus near main gate. He looked down at the open field near a Telecommunication Tower in front of his Building. It was very quite outside. He noticed a blue colored Truck, parked in the middle of the field, containing large numbers of Bamboos stacked .He found six numbers of Boys of Event Manager, who had started digging holes in different parts of the open field. He was happy to see that the work had started at so early hour of the day. His daughter's marriage ceremony would take place after two days and this open field would be turned in to a decorated marriage stage, with a big Reception and Dinning places. So many Invitees and Guest would be attending the ceremony.

Viswanath was aged 48 yrs old, a tall person and very fair in complexion. He was strongly built and looking much younger than his actual age. He was a coal Transporter in Dhanbad. During a very short period, he was able to amass a lot of wealth, sufficient to feed his next two generation, carrying the legacy of his late father who started this business. His pink colored Two & Half storey Building built on 5,000 Sq.feet Area could be easily noticeable in the posh locality, where, most of the inhabitants were Rich/Upper class. The locality was a very neat and clean with wide lanes, less traffic and far from the crowd.

He had huge land properties at his native place, looked after by Care Taker, and his family was still considered a Zaminder family in his native locality. Some decades ago, when Dhanbad was not explored & invaded by outside world, his late father, Surya Narayan was lured by heavy deposit of coal in Dhanbad and left his native place for Dhanbad for starting coal transport business. Within a short span of time, the business picked up due to demand of coal in International market, and also emerging of various plants/factories in India. Viswanath carrying the legacy of his father was now an established big Transporter of coal in Dhanbad.

Viswanath was under little tense as; the marriage ceremony of his daughter was coming after two days. Almost all of his Relatives had reached. He had accommodated all of them in the ground floor which had six numbers of big Rooms with 4 numbers of Toilets and a big Hall. He had arranged to put mattress everywhere serviced by two male servants and two maids. The second storey was occupied by his family members and close Relatives. He was fully satisfied with all the arrangements.

He heard the jingling of Anklets. "Papa, Here is your news paper," a sweet voice was heard. Viswanath turned his face backside.

His daughter, Nivetha was there. She had completed graduation. She was very fair in complexion, tall like him, with a round face, having bright sparkling black eyes, with sharp nose and thick rosy lips. She was a typical Indian girl in her physical stature, reflecting a very attractive beautiful girl. She had glowing skin. She had an exotic seductive looks. She had olive black eyes, with spark and glow in her eyes. She had raven black hairs and the shinning silky long hairs befalling on her narrow waist. She was perfect size of 34/28/36.

She was a modern Indian girl, but looked very much traditional unlike ultra modern girls. She was wearing salwar &kameez, with dupatta neatly spread above. Sometimes she was allowed to wear jeans, with tops on festive occasions by her parents. She had a natural beauty, a person will always remember.

Viswanath Mishra glanced towards his daughter, with a fatherly affection, and thought that she was beautiful like his wife Nayanthara. He will be missing her after two days. He loved her very much. Being the youngest and only daughter, Nivetha was closely attached to her father and always taking care of every small needs of her father. She was very much obedient to her parents and the moment, the marriage proposal came through a family friend & Relative (Father in law of her elder Brother Aditya), she happily consented, when her parents accepted the proposal, in spite of the fact that the Boy did not belong to their caste. The Groom was named Aakash Ghosh aged 25 years, a tall handsome Boy, doing job in Washington in a very reputed USA Company. Two months before, they had seen each other in front of their parents.

They had a formal conversation, and Nivetha found him very caring, gentle and docile. Both of them were very happy to be married soon. Now the time had reached, leaving only for two days.

Nivetha looked at him. He noticed tears in her eyes. "Papa, I will not leave you," she suddenly sobbed and embraced him.

"What is this Beta? Why should you leave us? At any moment, we can visit and see you," he said.

"Papa, I love you," she said and sobbed more.

"Don't worry Beta! Akash is a very good boy and your Father In-law & Mother in- law are finest human beings in this world. Further, Amit Uncle (Father in law of Aditya) is your next neighbor there," he said and patted on the back of Nivetha. Then, he said, "Beta I am reading news paper, inform Bahu, (Daughter in law) to serve me a hot cup of tea."

"Yes Papa," she replied after wiping her tears and left.

Nivetha was very much nervous, thinking about the first night, she would spend with her husband, feeling jittery mixed with excitement, as her marriage day was coming nearer. While coming back from her father, she thought of Vijay Bhaiya.

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Vijay was a neighbor boy. His father was adjunct neighbor to Viswanath. Being the next neighbor to Viswanath, his father had a deep friendly relationship with Viswanath for so many years. From his child hood, Vijay had a free access to Viswanath's household. He regarded Viswanath Uncle & Nayanthara Aunty with utmost respect in the similar manner as; he was paying respect to his parents. Viswanath's elder son Aditya always regarded him as his younger brother. The young Aditya had left for Delhi to pursue higher education. In his absence, Vijay was like a second son to Viswanath family and a big brother to Nivetha. He would take care of all kinds of needs of Viswanath family, as, accompanying Nayanthara Aunty for shopping, or escorting them to distant journey on occasions.

He was very happy after birth of Nivetha when, he was 3 years old. He found a play mate. When Nivetha grew up gradually, she looked so cute like a Doll that she became the darling of the nearby locality. But Nivetha would not allow any other kids to play with her, she would only play with her Vijay Bhaiya. Even when, they started going to school, in weekend, they would play together whole day. He was very protected towards Nivetha and, the Viswanath family was aware of this and feeling very proud of Vijay.

The innocent mind of Vijay was corrupted after the age of 18 years when, he just entered in to his college life .Some wicked boys from back Bench confided him the secret of sex. He came to know the names of private organs of both male and female, such as, Dick, pussy and fucking. The Boys explained in details how they have watched secretly their Parents fucking in night, fondling /squeezing each other's private organs, kissing and sucking each other's dick/pussy including nipples.

After hearing all of this, immediately Vijay's growing up dick would get hardness. After school, at home, he will have a strong urge to touch his dick always. After touching continuously, he discovered that hardness will come after continuous touching. He derived a secret pleasure out of this. Gradually, another secret was revealed by some of the boys regarding masturbation. Vijay also tried that after, going to bed in night when, his parents were asleep. In the darkness of night, he experienced the real ecstasy.

He also came to know that sex was a Taboo thing among blood relations. He would often stare at Boobs of big girls and ladies and spontaneously getting hardness.

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Time was passing very rapidly. Vijay at the age of 19 yrs old had developed a 7" cock in size engulfed with black hairs coming in around his cock and Balls. To fulfill his sexual urge, he would masturbate vigorously and sometimes, he would invite his school maid, named Ramya, who had a soft and smooth body. He would fuck in his ass hole and would ejaculate his hot semen deep inside the ass hole of Ramya. But his brotherly affection and duty towards Nivetha was continuing as usual. Viswanath uncle had sent Aditya Bhaiya to New Delhi for pursuing higher education.

Vijay, now, turned in to a tall young man and was pursuing his education of graduation. The long hairs and growing of moustache and beards in his face added to his masculine physique, he was a handsome young man in the locality. Young girls in the locality as well as in his college would stare at him intently and sigh. He gradually watched the growing up of Nivetha, but discarded it from his mind as a natural growth, and considered her as his little sister. But whenever, he would see other girls, immediately, he will have a hard erection which was quite natural for his age. His cock had now grown in to 6.5" size, long and thick in black color like a black cobra, with a round pink bulbous head which will be visible when, he would stretch the foreskin downwards. He was well aware of the fact that it was very risky to fuck an outsider girl or woman, particularly, a prostitute because, he might invite STD (Sexual Transmission Disease).

So it was better to masturbate to relieve him. When, he would feel very horny, he would call his old pal Ramya and fuck him in her ass hole in doggy style. It seemed, Ramya was very fond of his big cock.

After completion of graduation at Dhanbad, now, he was in Calcutta (Kolkata) doing his MBA in 1st year. He had already started going to Gym, and getting transformed in to a very handsome, muscular young man. He would find beautiful girls around him in the college, and most of the Girls would find themselves attracted towards him. Vijay was befriended with many girls of his college, but still he had not started any relationship with any of them. On each and every occasion of holidays, he was visiting his native city Dhanbad, and resumed his relationship with Ramya which was just the sexual satisfaction of his urge.

At the same time, he would always ensure to visit Nivetha's house. He would always visit Viswanath Uncle & Nayanthara Aunty and also to his beloved little Nivetha.

 

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During course of time, Nivetha, by this time had attained the age of 18 years, stepping in Adult girl stage from teen stage. Her physical stature had completely been changed. She had become tall of 5'2", with long silky hairs falling up to her waist which, she used to tie often. She had a round face, with wide forehead, long sharp nose, thin eye brows and deep black eyes. She had a pair of thick lips, which were in natural rosy color, and containing a set of prominent lines of white glistening teeth. She was very fair, and the skin color was a mix of white and gulabi (Rosy) color. She had long slender hands, with a narrow waistline. She had a rounded wider butts in comparison to her waist, which was bulged out accompanied by very big and fleshy thigh and calves. Whenever she walks, her ass cheeks will move in a rhythmically way. Her enlarged boobs were in round shape erecting upwards. The puffy and pointed nipples were a mixed color of reddish and brown containing small pores, and aureole in brown color.

Some time while taking bath, she would be naked in front of the mirror. She would unfold the layer of her pussy skin to have a glimpse of her interior pussy region. She would find her clitoris in the upper region of her pussy in hidden manner. It looked like a knot. She would find her two pussy lips extended from clitoris to downwards covering the entrance to pussy. But she will be surprised to find her pussy lips in light blackish color, which was totally in contrast to her fair white colored body. A thick bush of black hairs were in and around the mound of Venus, particularly, above and two sides of pussy in shape of Triangle. She also noticed small hairs were coming up under her armpits. She would find the part of Sleeves of her dress near the armpits drenched with sweat, the dark patch of which will be seen from outside, and emitting a sweet odor.

Some of her friends would suggest her to shave off the hairs of armpits as well as of pussy, but another friend would intervene,

"Don't do it, again thick hairs will come up there, better to trim those with small scissor from time to time."

Over all, she was a very beautiful girl in physical size of 32/24/36.Her parents were conservative, and very much traditional. So, from her childhood, they put her in Girls school and now she was in 1ST Year in Junior Women College. In her school days, she used to wear school uniform which was skirt & tops but now she would wear salwar/kameez with Dupatta covering her boobs .Her mother had purchased multi colored Bras & panties for her.

Nivetha, from her school days, knew all about the secret of sex. she knew from her friends all the details about sex, the names of all organs, and how it is performed. She also learnt the art of masturbating by putting finger inside her pussy.

But one of her friends warned her, "Do not push your finger too deep inside your pussy, otherwise your hymn will be ruptured and it will bleed." Then, mischievously she smiled and said, "That is the duty of your Boy friend or your husband to break the seal."

She also came to know that it was a taboo, and sin to have sex relationship with close blood relatives. She had never seen a real cock. Nivetha was studying in a Women Junior college, and she was in 1st year of her graduation in science. Her college was far distant from her Residence, located outskirt around 18 KM from the city.

Her father arranged a Driver to carry her to college in the car. In absence of Driver, sometimes, her father would drive the car and would drop her in college. In her college, very few girls will be coming by car. Seven or eight numbers of girls including her will be coming by car as, they belonged to Rich community.

Most of the girls belonged to middle class community, and they will be coming by Local Bus. They would express their plight during coming to college by Bus. The Buses in that route will be always jam packed, sometimes, they will get a seat or they will have to come by standing. The Bus will have frequent stoppages, not less than 15 numbers of stoppages, and will take more than 1 hour to reach near the college. The passengers would be generally local low class people, jostle with each other in their sweating bodies.

Her friends would tell her, how due to the sweating smell of the people, a strong odor would pervade in the air, and would spread inside the Bus. Nivetha would feel nausea by imagining all this, and she hated going by Bus. But her friends had no other alternative, but to come by Bus only and it seemed they were all acquainted with this because of their regular coming by Bus. Nivetha's father had purchased a Mobile phone, and once Nivetha had brought it to college to show them the new device. Almost all the girls gathered around to have a glimpse of it. Nivetha's father promised to present her a new mobile phone set in future.

Sometimes, during leisure hours of the classes, Nivetha along with her friends would discuss about sex and every one will feel horny.

Nivetha would masturbate 3 or 4 times in a week while, going to bed in night, imagining Vijay Bhaiya fucking her. She would dream of Vijay Bhaiya in various situations, romancing her and fucking her and, in the next morning she would find her pussy hole moist and wet. Once in a month, she would trim her pussy hairs and hairs growth under arm pits, although those hairs were very thin, small, and just coming out.

Vijay was very much surprised to find the transformation of Nivetha. His little Nivetha had now become a big girl but still he thought her as a little Nivetha. He had no other feelings towards her except a little sister of him, a kid, he had been seeing her from her childhood and her growth.

Actually now, she was in love with Vijay Bhaiya knowing fully aware of the fact that he was not his blood brother, although she regarded him as his elder brother. But at the time of her fingering pussy, automatically, the image of Vijay Bhaiya would come as, he was the closest outsider male person other than her family members, whom she had been seeing from her childhood. When she would think about Vijay Bhaiya during her fingering of the pussy, her sexual excitement will be increased, and her pussy juice will gush out from inside.

She would try to be with Vijay Bhaiya maximum times by talking all nonsense topics, will exhibit her body movements, and intentionally, she would bend to show him her cleavage from loose tops she wore. From the corner of her eyes, she would try to notice any reaction from Vijay Bhaiya.

But Vijay Bhaiya will be always the same. He was still thinking her a kid, unaware of the fact that she was the sexiest girl in this world, and in dire needs of fucking by him. Nivetha in her mind, determined to loss her virginity by Vijay Bhaiya only. She will not let any other person to fuck her; her Vijay Bhaiya would be the first person to fuck her.

Whenever, Vijay would be at Dhanbad, she would insist upon that Vijay Bhaiya would drop her by his Motor Bike, She would always enjoy the riding of Motor Bike with Vijay Bhaiya. Intentionally, she would cling to Vijay Bhaiya so that her boobs will be pressed maximum time with back of Vijay Bhaiya. She would feel strange sensation, and her nipples will be hard. She will derive maximum pleasure when, there will be jerk due to pits on the road, or sudden break applied due to traffic, resulting her boobs will be pressured much in the back side of Vijay Bhaiya.

Whenever, Vijay will be back from Kolkatta, he will never forget to bring some gifts for Nivetha.Vijay had a long vacation during Durga Puja. Ramya was outside of the city. So every day, Vijay would visit Nivetha's house. He would help Viswanath uncle & Nayanthara Aunty with small needs of household works. At that time, Cricket Match was going on, and Nivetha would be fully immersed in watching the match.

Vijay entered in to the Drawing Room, and noticed that Nivetha was watching TV crossing her shapely legs. Nivetha was wearing a sleeveless tops and a skirt up to knee. She turned her head and met his glance, and smiled at him. He returned the smile.

She giggled at Vijay, "Come, Vijay Bhaiya! Sit next to me and watch the match," she said.

Vijay handed over her a big Cadbury chock let. Nivetha would always tease him whenever they meet. Nivetha started at him and said, "Vijay Bhaiya, your physique has been changed, your's Bicep in Arms are bulging out, chest has been widened, you have become a very muscular man like a Bollywood hero.''

"Yes, Nivetha, I am regularly visiting Gym and doing weight lifting," said Vijay.

"Waaaaaaaoooooo!"Exclaimed Nivetha. Then, teased him, "Vijay Bhaiya! I guess all the girls of your college must be after you."

Vijay smiled and said, "My little Nivetha is still naughty."

Then, Nivetha said, "You see! Vijay Bhaiya, my weight has increased drastically. Although you are doing weight lifting, but I am very much sure that you cannot pick me up as you used to do in my child hood."

When she challenged him, Vijay also teased, "Don't challenge me Nivetha, I can carry you like a small flower with my strong arms."

"OK,then let us see, if you cannot lift me then, you have to give me a box full of chock lets, Do you agree?" asked Nivetha teasingly.

"Agreed." the challenge was accepted by Vijay.

Vijay came close to Nivetha and said, "Raise your arms."

He touched her lightly on the forearm. "Yes, Why not?" replied Nivetha.

When Nivetha raised her arms, Vijay found small hairs under her arm pits. A sweet aroma was coming from her arm pits due to sweating. He noticed her skin, which had that soft golden color that he found irresistible. She was only three years younger than him, he thought, and he looked at her hands. He hesitated and felt odd.

"What are you thinking? You are afraid of my challenge, " Nivetha teased.

Then without thinking for a moment, Vijay put his two hands under the armpits of Nivetha and lifted her up. Then slowly, he slid his arms alternatively, and clasped tightly around the middle of Nivetha's back. This was the first time, their body closed together after, they have attained their adulthood. Nivetha wrapped her legs around his torso, and her hands around the shoulder of Vijay.

As soon as Nivetha's feet left the ground, and she hung on to his neck, her body began to slide down and there was a friction of both their crotch areas. Vijay was feeling the soft touch, and pressure of Nivetha's boobs in his chest which, felt like a soft pillow. Nivetha's long lock was falling on his face and he was feeling hot breath of Nivetha on his face. He inhaled the sweet fragrance of her face and hairs.

 

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His face was just an inch from her face. Immediately, he got a hard one. At the same time, Nivetha also felt a bulging hard one poking in her crotch area.

Nivetha being a naughty one, suddenly, wanted to tease Vijay. She put some of her lock of hairs in the nostrils of Vijay and Vijay sneezed, resulting losing his balance. Both of them spun around, and fell on the sofa.Nivetha was under Vijay.

Due to this unexpected falling, unknowingly, his two hands were holding the Boobs of Nivetha, and his lips were pressed in to the lips of Nivetha. Everything changed due to this momentarily unexpected action, a sensation, and current swept through both of their bodies.

He pulled her in tightness, and kissed her in cheeks, and ultimately put his hot lips on her lips. He parted the lips of Nivetha, and probed his tongue inside her mouth. His tongue touched her tongue, and touched the cavity wall of Nivetha. Both of their saliva got mixed, and a strange sensation spread out through their Bodies. Both of them tasted each other's saliva which was like nectar from the heaven, and they swallowed the juice.

Vijay could feel the nipples hard under the Tops she wore. He could not resist letting the tops off, and squeezing both the boobs. He leaned over, and watched the small erected boobs upwards. Both of them were in round shape, and the small puffy nipples in reddish brown color were engulfed by tiny brown circles. They resembled small cherries to be chewed and to be tasted. He kissed, wrapped his tongue around one little pink nipple, and tweaked the other one with his finger. They got hard and grew a bit. He switched from one to another. Vijay moved his head back and forth between her two titties.

She threw her hands back, she was moaning, "Ohhhhhh, Vijay Bhaiyaaaa."

Vijay moved down her stomach with his tongue, he made a small circle around her belly bottom, and then pulling the salwar down in one motion. Then, Vijay shifted his position, made a 69 position so that his dick was at her face.

Vijay's shorts and Boxer being pulled down to his ankles. Nivetha unzipped the boxer, and the enormous cock of Vijay sprang out from there. In her life, it was first time she was witnessing a real cock.It was a big black colored thick serpent of 8 "in size .Two tight balls were hanging under it. The entire area was covered with black curly hairs. It was throbbing up and down. With curiosity, she leaned down closely to examine the wonder thing and touched the base of the cock.

Vijay took one of her hands and guided down to his cock. Vijay suddenly, felt the soft touch of Nivetha on her cock and with ecstasy he moaned, "Ohhhhhhhhhh."

Nivetha felt that the wonder thing was growing more in size, and becoming harder under her palm.

"Nivetha, take your hand to the head and stretch down the skin," Vijay said.

Nivetha with her two fingers, slightly stretched down the foreskin, and was surprised to find a red bulbous round head beneath it.

"Ohhhhhh Goddddd!" she wondered. She touched it. It was very soft and felt like velvet. She was jerking the cock. Vijay's eyes were closed in pure bliss.

He slid her pink panty down, and it got hung up under her ass. She picked up her ass, and her panty slid of easily. He got a whiff of her musky scent. The treasure was hidden in a V shape jungle of pubic hairs.

He opened her legs, and got his first view of her bare pussy. It was beautiful. Her pussy lips were tight and puffy. Her inner lips did not even push out yet, so young, so delicate.

He slowly parted the lips...Ohhhhhh...Goddddddd...it was reddish all over inside, and his finger felt wet and slippery. He dipped his head down and inhaled. She smelled great.

At the same time, Vijay felt her warm grasping on his cock. She started stroking it once again.

He said, "Nivetha, spit your hand and use the spit to lubricate it."

Vijay pushed her hand down and up against his hard cock. He told her, "I want you to put your hand around my cock and rub it."

Vijay found the clitoris hidden in the top. He parted the lips, and held the clitoris then, he put his hot lips there and started licking it.

After licking there some times, he started licking from the top of her pussy lips all the way to bottom. Nivetha froze, and hold her breath. Vijay did it again, Nivetha shuddered. Vijay reached up, pulled her pussy lips apart, and struck his tongue. He tongued her clit for at least 5 minutes, and she continued to just stroke his cock with her hand. He tongued right on her clit.

She relaxed and sighed, and went back to work on his cock with a renewed vigour. He wrapped her hand around his cock and then placed his hands over hers. Her hand was sliding up and down his cock smoothly. It was a pure bliss.

He tongued her clit for at least 5 minutes, and she continued to just stroke his cock with her hand. Vijay started licking deeper down in her clit.

She pressed her hips against Vijay's face and started moaning, "Vijay Bhaiyaaaaa! Ohhhhhhhhhhh, suckkkkkkk more...suckkkkkkkkkkkkk,"She started breathing harder and harder.

Her legs started closing down on Vijay's head. She moaned and sighed, "Ohhhhhhhh, Vijay Bhaiya, I am comingggggg...comingggggggg."She reached the orgasm and squirted all over the face of Vijay.

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Vijay's face was soaked with pussy juices, and he lapped it up greedily. She pulled her head, stopped stroking and looked at Vijay.

"Why did you stop?" Vijay asked.

She stood up and pushed forward her pussy towards the head of cock against her clit but Vijay shifted his throbbing cock and looked up at her.

He said, "No, We cannot do that, you are a virgin, Nivetha... sorry!"

"Noooooooo! Vijay Bhaiya, fuckkkkk meee, you have to fuckk me...I will never let anybody to fuck me except you...Pleasseeeeee,'' she moaned, and requested with excitement.

Vijay realized he could not fuck her; she was like her little sister. He pleaded, "Listen, Nivetha...Your virginity will be a gift for your husband and I cannot break it. I will be a sinner before God."

She was very much disappointed. She argued, "You are not my real brother, and this is not an incestuous relationship nor, there is a taboo. From my childhood till my teen, I have always loved you and was always determined to loss my virginity by you only. You know, I am very adamant and obstinate by my nature, and I promise you that I will never marry any person unless you fuck me."

By hearing this, Vijay was very thoughtful for a moment, it was a very ticklish matter, and he knew that her little Nivetha was very obstinate. Ultimately, he had to surrender.

"Listen Nivetha, with one condition, I will agree. I will fuck you only once and that also few days before your marriage. " he said.

"Done", said Nivetha and smiled. "But, Vijay Bhaiya! Let us resume our game again. I want you to suck my pussy again," she requested.

Down on his knees, Vijay kissed her black tuff of pubic hairs which were wet with pussy juice moments ago. His fingers parted her pussy lips to find her clit. He wrapped his tongue around it and started sucking, and slowly slipping his fingers inside. He accompanied his slow sucking, with slow deep thrusts of fingers in to her hot dripping pussy, going faster as; he heard her moaning become louder.

All the sudden, Vijay felt a wet, warm and moist sensation of Nivetha's mouth that engulfed his cock head. His cock head was in her lovely mouth, with her soft tongue circling around it. Now that was heaven. She was moving her tongue in circles around his cock while, alternating between deep, heavy sucks and light teasing one. Her long lock of hairs hanging down brushing his balls.

She grabbed his swollen dick with her hand then, sucked him harder and harder, and bopped her head up & down furiously. Vijay was in heaven as his dick grew bigger and bigger in her mouth.

She made a slurping noise as she inhaled his swollen dick. He grabbed the silky hair, and lifted his hips up to sink his cock deeper in her throat, and shot a long stream of cum in her mouth.

Vijay went with his two fingers rushing in and out of her pussy. Her hands in his hairs, tightening around the strands. Vijay knew that she was coming. Her body shaking, her pussy walls tightened around his fingers, still moving in and out faster than he knew they could.

Nivetha shivered and moaned, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She reached her orgasm once again and the squirt gushing out of her pussy drenched the fingers of Vijay. Vijay licked the fingers to taste the sweetness.

 

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She pulled his cock out, and pumped the rest of his cum in her open mouth, sucking him dry. Both of them collapsed on the sofa. After sometimes, Nivetha gave him a smile and left the room.

This happened one day when, Vijay was not in Dhanbad, He was in Kolkatta, persuing his studies, when, Nivetha's father had gone to New Delhi to Visit Aditya Bhaiya, (Her elder Brother) who was studying there. Their Driver was on leave, and had gone to his village. Nivetha was under tension thinking how she will go to college. Her mother, Nayanthara immediately, solved the problem. She telephoned Mrs.Gupta, a Rich class lady and a friend of Nayanthara. Her daughter, Kavita was studying in the same class of Nivetha. Nivetha and Kavita were also good friends. Nayanthara requested Mrs.Gupta to fetch Nivetha when, their car will be going to college to drop Kavita.

On that fateful day, Kavita left college earlier around 3.30 pm as her section had no classes and she could not inform Nivetha as Professor was taking extra classes to the section Nivetha belonged to. Nivetha was a brilliant and studious student and she never missed a single class in any subjects. The classes were over by 5.30 PM. She came out and searched for Kavita but unable to find her. She was sure that she had left. She got nervous as evening was approaching. She noticed that her friends, the flock of girls were moving towards the exit gate of the college. Without, wasting her time and any thought, she also joined them.

The National high way was passing just in front of her college. After, coming out from college campus, she found, small groups of girls were waiting for Bus by standing near the high way. She hated the Bus, but in the present circumstances, there was no any other alternative, but to go by Bus. The Buses which were coming and stopped were all jam packed and overcrowded. Due to some issues, the numbers of Buses plying on that route were very few that day hence, every Bus was over crowded.

Some of her waiting friends will jostle among themselves to get inside the Bus, the moment a Bus stops there. Some of them will jump in and remaining will be left off and, will be waiting for next Bus.

Nivetha had never experienced such type of horrible sight. She had never traveled in a local Bus before although, on few occasions, she traveled in luxurious night Bus with her parents. As she was waiting for the Bus, the number of people waiting along with her started increasing and as soon as the Bus arrived, people literally flung themselves upon it.

The evening was approaching, and there was a twilight atmosphere. Nivetha got worried gradually. She thought she had to be also jostle with others to get in to the Bus otherwise; she could not reach her home.

Now, it was evening with full darkness. She had been waiting a good half hour when, she saw the Bus approaching. So naturally, she had to get on it by hook or by crook, or she would be left. Waiting another half hour, with much difficulty, she tried to get in to the Bus, boarded from the back side and before she knew, she had been pushed on board which was heavily crowded.

She climbed on board, and was almost instantly surrounded by over half a dozen men whose shoulders, hands and elbows were touching her. She could do nothing as there was no space to move. People were already pushing each other, trying to adjust themselves in whatever little foot space they could get in. In addition to all of this, the sudden jerks of the Bus made people fall on Nivetha, and made her fall on the man in front of her. Somehow, she managed to push and jostle her way in to the Bus inside.

People were packed like sardines, and the searing heat made the atmosphere unbearable. Their hands were firmly holding the long steel rod or similar other clings for support. It was difficult to move to stretch one's limbs. All were badly perspiring.

She was slowly getting drenched in her sweat, and therefore pulled out her handkerchief to freshen herself. The Bus jerked vigorously. The conductor of the Bus asked the people standing to move to the front of the Bus, so that he could squeeze in a few more people boarding the Bus. The conductor of Bus was pushing everybody to move further, so that he could accommodate more passengers in next stoppage.

He touched the body of Nivetha, and pushed her ahead. Nivetha wondered and, shocked what types of roughness these Bus people are. He was yelling in a loud voice to all, "move...Move...move further."

Nivetha was in her salwar/kameez, the strap of her college bag was hung over her shoulder. She was standing and to keep her balance, she was holding the long steel rod hung under the roof of the Bus. She was pressed among the people. The bodies of the people were being pressed in to her from all sides, touching heavily. She had never experienced this before.

The bus had started moving in a slow pace. Noisy discussion began to be heard in all corners. The Bus driver was stamping on the brake pads so often, which jolted, and jerked every one inside the Bus. Accidentally, everyone was rubbed and touched. More passengers were getting in to the Bus at each stop. The inside of the Bus was hardly visible, as only one or two bulbs were in a dim light. She was hardly breathing, luckily, the windows were opened, and air was coming in from outside.

The Bus made a sudden halt, and she was being pushed forward by somebody whose body fell on her. She angrily took a quick glance behind her, and found a person of 55 yrs old man standing behind her. A black colored person, with disheveled grey hairs. His face was full of unshaven white beards and mustache. He was wearing a navy blue uniformed soiled shirt, with the letters inscribed in chest as ''DM'' means Dhanbad Municipality. He was wearing a khaki half pant.

Nivetha could easily understand that the person was a sweeper of municipality. She had seen often these kinds of persons sweeping the street and cleaning the drainage. His hand extended above her left shoulder, gripping the steel rod of the Bus.

He was grinning, and showing his yellow and black teeth said, "Sorry, Beti, (Daughter) the people behind me are pushing hard."

An air of foul smell was coming from his mouth, and entered in to the nostrils of Nivetha. It was a mix of smell of cheap country made wine, the person had taken and the smell of unbrushed teeth. May be, the person might not have brushed his teeth for 2/3 days. He was the dirtiest person Nivetha had ever seen in her life. She was very angry to that person, but understood the situation and kept quite. She coaxed her fate, and blamed God for the circumstances she was put in now, and praying God for reaching her destination as early as possible. The foul smell of the person's mouth, added with a strong body odor due to drenched sweating of the Sweeper was entering her nostrils. She pressed her nostrils with two fingers to overcome this, as if smell was coming from a Drain.

Due to sudden stopping of the Bus and jolt, she felt the touch of Body of that Sweeper. She hated, and despised this low class person. His father used to say that in olden times, these persons were untouchable by other high class people. Remembering this, she despised him more. To divert her mind, she started thinking about her masculine/handsome Vijay Bhaiya. She thought Alas! Vijay Bhaiya would have been in the place of this Sweeper then she would have enjoyed the body of Vijay Bhaiya.

The sweeper behind her adjusted his position, and ended up standing really close, touching her. The Bus was crowded, and she was too timid to object. The Bus screeched with a brake due to a stoppage, and the hand of the sweeper slipped off from the steel rod, and touched in reality, groped one of her boobs. Bit by bit, he edged closer and closer until, Nivetha felt his closeness of the body due to jerk of the Bus. She looked back at him to ascertain if it was a mistake. The sweeper smiled through his yellow teeth.

The Bus was so crowded that everybody literally squashed against each other. She just imagined it. But again his hand slipped in to her boob. She felt a little uncomfortable, and turned around and saw. It was the same old sweeper staring back at her with blank expression. She just gave him a semi hard intense look, and turned back. For around some minutes after, nothing happened, but suddenly, Nivetha felt his crotch against her hips and something poked her from behind.

The dense air inside the Bus carried the acrid smell of stale perfumes and hard sweat smell. She could almost feel a weird hardness, pressing her from behind on her butt. She knew well what it was. And it was not just a brush; he was literally pressing it against her. She was shocked to find that the old sweeper was rubbing her from the back under the excuse of Bus jerking. He was constantly moving back and forth making the best use of opportunity.

She glared at him, but just stood there doing nothing. She was so angry, and there was a sudden urge inside her to turn back, and slap the low class person. How dare he was to touch a beautiful high class girl.

But somehow, she did not want to create a scene there, she was well aware of the fact that all these passengers, who belonged to low class will definitely support the sweeper, they would humiliate her, and her image will be tarnished. Further, the sweeper might take a plea that he had not touched her with the hands as he held the Bus rod above with his two hands. If he would take this plea then, how and where did he touch? There will be no answer for this and it would be a sheer embarrassment. Knowing this, she remained silent because, any agitation from her side might tarnish her image, and call for an unhealthy exchange of words which most of the girls abstained from indulging in.

There was a stoppage, and the Bus halted with a screech of brakes, and the sweeper was more pushed towards her. Now his hardness was more she felt. More passengers boarded the bus, and again there was a heavy push up of passengers from back side, resulted the sweeper was glued to her backside.

She could feel his chest below her shoulder. His face was touching her backside neck. She could feel the hot foul breath of him in her neck side. The strangest part was that his hardness was stuck in to her butt.

The sweeper, an old man was from slum. Every day it was his habit to take cheap country made wine and to be drunk. He was a widower, but he would fuck the slum dwelt women by offering them some money. He will always watch movies and get sexual excitement by watching fair & beautiful Heroine of the movie. He would watch English Adult movies where the fucking scene will be exhibited in an explicit manner. In the night, while, going to bed, he would dream of fucking the heroine by vigorously masturbating himself.

Today was his luckiest day, and God was kind to him when he saw Nivetha stood before him. He could easily understand that she was a school or college girl belonged to a very high society. She was not any ordinary girl because of her very fairness and beautiness. She was so young. He had seen, these types of girls generally move in car, but might be due to some reason this girl was travelling in Bus.

He was under the influence of wine, fully intoxicated. The fragrance of Nivetha's shampooed hairs, touch of her very soft body, and above all, her innocence beautiful face made him double intoxication. He thought God had given him a life time one chance to be closer with a beautiful girl and he should take advantages out of this.

His dick got hardness immediately, under his half pant, and he was not wearing any underwear. He was heavily drunk and due to intoxication, he had no sense to judge what he was doing ,or the consequences of his action. He closely watched other passengers, some were murmuring, and talking among themselves, most of the sitting passengers around him were dozing, and even some of the standing passengers were also dozing. Nobody was bothered to notice them as their area was full of darkness and hazily visible. When he felt no protest from Nivetha, he pushed his front further in the backside of Nivetha.

Nivetha felt what was going on in her back side. Suddenly something happened to her she did not know, her mind became vacant, all the hatred, difference of classes and foul smell, everything was gone from her mind. A pervert erotic sickness covered her mind and body. She did not resist what going on, rather she allowed to continue it further and more.

Nivetha felt a hand touching her on waist. She felt the hand moving on her butt and squeezing it. She was taken by surprise, but also felt a surge of excitement and arousal. She was touched by Vijay Bhaiya quite a long time before, and this touch she must admit that the touch aroused her. It felt so good that she let him continue. But the way the old sweeper stroked her bum, made her heart beat fast. It was not rough, it was more have a light cares over her salwar.

He sensed that she was enjoying it, and he took his time not rushing, nor being so aggressive to frighten. She almost felt hypnotized and transfixed from the combination of the pleasant sensation as well as the excitement .The old sweeper kept squeezing her butt for some minutes.

Seeing no resistance from Nivetha, the old sweeper put his lips on the back side of the neck of Nivetha, and when he saw no resistance, he started kissing the side of her neck. Nivetha felt an erotic shivering throughout her body. She arched her head up and to the side, and pushed her neck in to the lips harder. After continuing his kissing for some minutes, all of a sudden, the old sweeper put one of his hands under the arm of Nivetha. Since Nivetha was holding the bar with her two hands, her boobs were openly exposed. The old sweeper put his hands under the arms of Nivetha and started squeezing the boobs, and his fingers moving in a circle motion, and that started stimulating her nipples.

In the meantime, the old sweeper had unzipped his half pant, and picked out his hard dick, which was now throbbing near the butts of Nivetha. To her horror, she realized that he had pulled out his enormous dick. In alternative hand, he was squeezing both the boobs of Nivetha. By this time, Nivetha started getting a deep arousal, and she could feel her panties getting moist with her fluids. She got a mild orgasm, and felt a surge of vibration flowing in her body.

The zipper of her kameez was in back side. Without wasting time, he unzipped the zipper of kameez of Nivetha. In darkness, he touched the naked back of Nivetha and found the hook of bra. He unhooked the Bra, resulting the straps of both side became loose, and fell on in the sides.

Now, the old sweeper put his hand under the arms of Nivetha, and touched the raw flesh. He cupped the boobs, and rubbed the nipples in his rough fingers. He started kissing the naked back of Nivetha.

 

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Nivetha was reaching the highest sexual tension, and derived an ecstatic pleasure which she had never experienced in her life.

The old sweeper whispered in her ears, "Beti! I am going to open your salwar, please co-operate."

Saying this, he placed his one hand near the naval, and tried to search the knot of salwar. He found the knot, and within a second unfastened the knot. Then, he put his left side inside of the front and found the panty.

Nivetha could feel his fingers go above her panties, stroke her thigh and then, touched the crotch of her panties. Her body stiffened, but she did not say anything. The fingers then slipped under the elastic of her panty, and slid it slightly down. He put his left hand inside, and touched the silky small pubic hairs, his left hand further went below, and he found the pussy lips. He unfolded the pussy lips, and found the clitoris. Simultaneously, in his right hand, he was cupping the right boob of Nivetha, and rubbing the nipple with his two fingers.

Nivetha's pussy had fire inside, it was wet, and lava inside was about to burst. While doing all these action, the old sweeper was not forgetting to kiss the back of neck, and on the cheeks from the side. He had already started licking below the ears, and side of the cheeks with his hot tongue. His naked dick was throbbing against the naked upper portion of hips of Nivetha due to fall down of salwar, as the knot was unfastened from the front side.

After rubbing the pussy for sometimes, he put his index finger of left hand inside the pussy hole. he felt the velvet path, which was moist already. His finger was sliding down deeply very easily. He was putting his finger in and out in a slow manner continuously for sometimes. Nivetha felt the finger inside his pussy, her breathing got deeper, and now the dam got opened, and the situation was beyond her control, a stream of juice gushed out from inside.

She was holding her two hands on the bar of the Bus. Suddenly, keeping her balance in his right hand on the bar, her left hand pressurized the left hand of him violently till the last drop of juice was oozed out. He felt his palm full of sticky juice, he sniffed the smell of juice and licked all the juice till his palm became dry.

God was very kind to the old sweeper. Suddenly, the dim lit bulb in their side of the Bus got fused. There was a complete darkness in their side.

Without wasting anytime, he held the face of Nivetha, and turned it back side facing him, and started showering hot silent kisses on her face. His lips found the lips of Nivetha, and he started smooching.

With erotic sensation, Nivetha slightly parted her lips. Finding this, he put his tongue inside the mouth of Nivetha, and started sucking the tongue of Nivetha inside her mouth. In the process, Nivetha's mouth was full of his saliva as the old sweeper was virtually spitting inside the mouth of Nivetha. The taste of his saliva was so erotic that she gulped the mouthful of saliva and needed more from his mouth. She also started sucking the tongue of him with the hope that more saliva will be accumulated and she could gulp more.

In between, the old sweeper had bitten the soft lips of Nivetha several times .Due to ecstasy, Nivetha was unaware of the fact that her lips were cut and tiny drops of blood had come out. Her boobs were being violently squeezed by him. Both of their mouth was wet with saliva, and stream of saliva was dripping from their mouths to the Bus floor.

The old sweeper put his hand on her arms, and started to slide it down towards her hand. He grasped her hand, and slid it over towards his groin. He placed her warm, slightly damp hand on 7 inch hard cock. It felt like heaven. He wrapped her hand around his cock. In the mean while, the old man caught the hand of Nivetha, and placed it on his erected cock.

Nivetha felt the hardness of the cock, it was big and thick. She fondled the big cock, and stretched the fore skin in her fingers; she felt the velvet bulbous head of the dick. Nivetha caught the entire dick in her palm, and pulling the foreskin up and down.

The old sweeper whispered in her ears, "Beti, put some saliva of yours. it will be more slippery."

Hearing this Nivetha spat in her palm, and started pulling down and up of the foreskin. After getting a touch from such a soft hand with saliva in his cock, his cock grew harder, and it was a hard hot iron. Her hand felt molten lava, it was so hot. Nivetha felt that she had caught a hot iron, and her palm was getting burn.

Now, the old sweeper hissed in her ears, "Beti! I will fuck you now. Be in your previous position. I will fuck in your pussy from backside like a doggy. Please part your legs."

Nivetha was back to her previous position, and parted her legs wider. All of a sudden, she felt that her salwar along with her panty slid down forcibly, and he put his hand on her small rounded ass and started caressing. He put his hand on her ass cheek, rubbed her ass cheek. He took out his dick and rubbed against the butt of Nivetha and gripped her ass.

He also groped her boobs, and kissed her lips multiple times. He glided her left hand up to her left boob. He kept on rubbing it, and squeezed it and felt her nipple getting hard. He started pinching it, rolling it between her his thumb and middle finger. He was rubbing his cock against her tight ass.

Now, Nivetha pushed her pelvis against him, and felt that he was getting hard, she pressed her ass against her dick. She was arched, and massaging his dick with her hips. Now, his hands were cupping her two boobs, pressing them. The grip got firmer and firmer, the hands were pulling her nipples and making them erect. Next thing, she knew, his hands have reached between her thighs and are finding a way in her ass crack. She could feel his dick popping up and down inside of her ass crack.

Now she became nervous as she was a virgin, and she did not want her virgin pussy to be invaded by a stranger, for so many years she had preserved her pussy for Vijay Bhaiya. She knew that the person is completely drunk, and he would not leave her without inserting his cock in to her pussy. She was thinking all these aspects. The old Sweeper was rubbing his cock against her tight ass now.

He slid his hand back down to her ass. He was leaking pre cum all over there. He slid his fingers down to her pussy, and felt pussy lips. She was wet there. He rubbed her soaked pussy a little longer, slid his cock against her ass crack. He reached down to adjust his cock, and just pushed it through.

All of a sudden, Nivetha felt that he jabbed his big cock inside the ass crack. The cock entered just above the pussy hole and down the ass hole.

An idea came to her mind, immediately, she squeezed her both ass cheeks and cried in a very low tone, "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh."

 

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The old man got concerned, although he was heavily drunk. "What happened?" he whispered.

"I am a virgin girl and this is my first time. I am feeling severe pain," said Nivetha.

The old man got more excited by hearing this, his hard dick inside the ass cheeks got harder, as he was thinking that he was fucking a virgin pussy. Because, Nivetha was squeezing her ass cheeks in a very forced way, the old man in his drunken stage thought that the virgin pussy was very tight. He did not want to get the virgin pussy bleeding more, which may get problem for this very young girl. So he started pushing his dick slowly. Nivetha had a very deep crack of ass cheeks and she felt the dick was passing between pussy hole and ass hole.

He started sliding his cock back and forth in between her wet fold. He placed his hand back on her breast, and started playing with her nipple again. She was happy that the dick had not invaded her virgin pussy. The old man in his drunken mind, was fucking continuously, thinking that he was fucking a virgin pussy of a young rich girl. Nivetha was also enjoying this kind of fucking. Her ass started to grind against him.

She started breathing really hard and moaned, "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Due to her excitement, she felt a gush of hot liquid, and she came again in her pussy.

The old man further could not control himself, and violently squeezed the boobs of Nivetha, and ejaculated a stream of hot sticky liquid continuously for some seconds. The sticky liquid in her ass crack was flowing down near her pussy lips.

"Fffflllllllooooooopppppppp" a sound was heard as cork in bottle was opened, He withdrew his cock.

Suddenly, the conductor of Bus announced that they were approaching the city. Immediately, Nivetha zipped the kameez in her back side but could not fix the straps of Bra, which was kept inside as it was in loosening manner. She tied the knot of her salwar just below her naval area. The Bus was entering the city area.

The old man whispered, "How will you go to your home?"

Nivetha replied, "I would take a Rickshaw.

The old man replied, "Don't worry! I would arrange a Rickshaw for you. The person standing behind me is a Rickshaw puller (of cycle Rickshaw), a friend of mine. He has kept his Rickshaw in the Bus stop."

Nivetha consented, "ok."

Little did she know that the Rickshaw puller, the friend of old man standing behind him had witnessed everything from the starting till end.

TO BE CONTINUED....

 

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#Kajal Aggarwal in Ashram part -- 1

My name is Kajal Aggarwal. I live in a small town. Presently I am 35 years of age, married. I got married at the age of 25 to Rajesh, who was a shop-owner. My married life started smooth and I was happy with everything. Rajesh and I shared a very good and close relation. My sex life also was quite regular and satisfactory. But bitterness in my life started when Rajesh and I decided we are going to have an issue after two years of our marriage. When even after one year of unprotected copulation I was not getting pregnant, we were very concerned. There was pressure from my in laws also. I was really confused why this was happening. I had my periods regularly and physically also I had a very developed figure from my teenage itself. I never thought that I could land up in such a problem!

I was 27 years then, had a somewhat fair complexion, 5 feet 5 inches height, oval face, and amply built. As I said I had a developed figure from my teens with 34 breast size and flaring hips from my college days. I was conscious about my diet so that I do not add additional flesh on my hips. I always got a good male attention on road or at any gathering, which I could sense, though I was pretty conservative in dressing. In that sense I was very shy regarding these matters, which was really due to my upbringing and the small town we lived in. I was adequately gifted by god at proper places in my body . I was pretty active and fit with regular menses.

Rajesh took me to a number of doctors. I was very shy initially though we went to female gynecologists. But I felt very embarrassed in that process of examination where each time I had to open my sari, salwar kamiz, or whatever I was wearing and even pull down my panty. To tell honestly I had a real turn on when the doctor touched my private organs for examining purpose, though she was a female I got triggered she was actually examined my breasts or nipples or my hairy pussy. I instantly got wetness down there and it reflected very apparently on my panty, which was rather uncomfortable for me. The doctors gave medicines and asked for lab tests, but there was no result.

Rajesh then took me to the city doctor, but I made him very clear that I would go for a checkup only to a lady doctor. But all those resulted in nothing positive. My mother-in-law took me to homeopaths, who also could not yield any result for me. The relation between Rajesh and me was also getting bitter. At the same time I realized I was not at all getting any sexual pleasure out of copulation, rather it seemed to be an exercise to achieve something. Days went by and I did not even realize that another year was gone! I was 28 years by then. I remained so depressed all day and had a real hard time.

Then one day Rajesh told me that he has decided to go to a male gynecologist who is an expert in infertility cases in the city again. I was really very rigid about not going to the male gynecologist out of my shyness. I think any normal lady would avoid that because the fact remains you have to expose your breasts and pussy in front of a male, may it be for examination purpose. So I was really rigid on my stand about avoiding a male doctor and before this could land up in a harsh confrontation between my husband and me, one of my neighbors, Meera, had a proposal to my mother-in-law.

If I can quote my neighbor's words to my mother-in-law, "Aunty, you have tried so many doctors for Kajal, but you did not get any result. Kajal told she even went to the city for a checkup. You applied homeopath also, but she is not yet blessed with a child. Look at her; she looks so depressed all day. Why don't you take Kajal to Guru-ji's ashram Aunty? Two of my relatives got result; they were childless for 4-5 years. They went to him, took "diksha" and his herbal medications changed their lives. And our Kajal is only married for three years! Before her case goes too worse, you make a visit to Guru-ji, as he can do miracles."

Its not that we had not heard of this sadhu-baba at Rampur, but his ashram was very far off from our town. He had cured some critical diseases and some childless cases also. I was really searching a way to avoid this male doctor checkup and at the same time a hope to get a child made me readily jump into this proposal. My mother-in-law also convinced my husband by saying, "Rajesh, I think what Meera says makes sense. Since we have tried some doctors and tests were all normal, lets not waste more time on that right now. These sadhu-babas really can do miracles and as Meera was saying the herbal medicines worked for his relatives who were childless for 5 years."

In my mind I was so thankful to Meera for her timely idea. At that point I was indeed trying my best to avoid probing my body by a male gynecologist.

Guru-ji's ashram was situated here, a small village, which was surrounded by mountains on all the sides. There was a big pond with very clear water just beside the ashram, which made it like a heaven with cool breeze blowing and there was absolutely no signs of pollution. My mother-in-law came with me. Rajesh ultimately was not able to make it with me, my mother-in-law took me there. There was a substantial crowd waiting for darshan of Guru-ji. We had made an appointment so that we could talk privately to him regarding my problem. I was a quite afraid seeing Guru-ji, who was hugely built, almost 6 feet in height with a stout figure. He was wearing a saffron dress and his voice was calm and reverberating. A feeling of obedience would automatically come seeing and listening to this man.

My mother-in-law narrated about my purpose of visit and Guru-ji listened to it very intently. There were two more persons who were his disciples probably in that room apart from me, my mother-in-law and Guru-ji. One of them was taking some notes as my mother-in-law was detailing my problem.

Guru-ji: Mata-ji, I am glad that you have brought your bahu to me regarding this problem. I want to make one thing very clear that I cannot do miracles, but if she takes 'diksha' under me and performs what I suggest faithfully, she would not return with empty hands. Mata-ji, the treatment path is not easy in these cases and if your bahu can walk on that path, there is no reason why she would not have a child in a year's time. Of course, provided after the treatment, she meets with her husband on my suggested days.

The words were so convincing that I was more than eager to take 'diksha' under him and start the 'treatment' at that very moment. My mother-in-law also expressed the same to Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Mata-ji, before you agree you should first know my norms. I do not keep any devotee in darkness. There are three stages in achieving the coveted goal of being a mother here. They are 'diksha', 'herbal treatment' and 'jagya'. Your bahu has to stay here for five days at a stretch to complete the diksha and the herbal treatment starting from a full moon night. If I feel that is enough to attain the goal, she might leave on the sixth day, but if a 'jagya' is required depending on her case, she would have to stay for another two days making it 7 continuous days. She has to abide by my ashram rules, which my disciple will tell you.

We were listening to his mesmeric voice and I must say it had some hypnotic effect. I did not see any offensive norms in what he said and so was my mother-in-law and I gave the nod to take 'diskha' and do the 'treatment' under him.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, please note down her **censored** details before proceeding and let her know in details about ashram rules and regulations. Beti, you go with him to the next room. Mata-ji, you can ask me if you have any other questions and concerns other than this issue.

I alighted from the ground and followed Guru-ji's disciple, Sanjeev. We went to the adjacent room and he asked me to sit to the couch that was there in that room. He remained standing. He was around my age only, around 30-35 years with an average body and a calm, smiling face.

Sanjeev: Madam, my name is Sanjeev. You just don't worry since you have come to Guru-ji. I have seen several women who benefitted from his unique and very special treatment. But you have to obey it completely as he says.

I said, "Yes of course. I will definitely try to do that. I have been suffering for this now almost three years."

Sanjeev: Don't worry Madam. Let me now tell you about what you have to do. You will appear here next Monday afternoon before 7:00 p.m. That day is a full moon night, so you will have 'diksha'. Madam, please do not bring your sari etc. as our ashram has a dress code and you will be given saris, which are specially washed with herbal detergents, and also Madam, no ornaments are allowed here. Actually speaking we offer everything here, so there is no need to bring anything.

I was a bit puzzled about the "sari" part, as I have not seen any woman in the ashram till then. He just mentioned about wearing the saffron sari, but what about blouse and petticoat. I cannot just wear a sari. Sanjeev probably understood what I was wondering.

Sanjeev: Madam, you must have noticed that Guru-ji told me to note your "**censored** details", so you do not worry about blouse etc. In our ashram we provide everything staring from hair clip to slippers.

He laughed a little and I also was relieved. Still I was wondering about my undergarments; will the ashram provide that also I was puzzled!

Sanjeev: Madam, please answer to my questions honestly. And Madam one thing please do not feel shy here and don't be introvert because you have come here for a goal and we are just here to make you achieve that.

I felt very confident hearing Sanjeev's words, otherwise was a bit nervous.

Sanjeev: Do you have regular periods Madam?

Me: Yes, very rarely do I miss.

Sanjeev: When did you last have an irregular period?

Me: Three to four months back may be. I took some medicine and cleared it.

Sanjeev: What's your approximate period date Madam?

Me: 22nd or 23rd of a month.

Sanjeev was noting down as I was answering. So he was not in direct eye contact with me, so I was finding it easy to answer such **censored** questions. Otherwise I have never talked about these to anyone except to the doctors I visited.

Sanjeev: Madam do you have heavy periods or moderate? Do you feel any additional pain, discomfort other than the normal?

Me: Moderate, 2-3 days. No, normal.

Sanjeev: Okay Madam, rest of the more intimate details will be taken up by Guru-ji when you will be in the ashram.

I was a bit comfortable hearing that though was thinking on what "intimate details" would the Guru-ji take from me. Sanjeev continued the conversation and I almost stammered answering his next question feeling very shy sharing this sort of information to an unknown male.

Sanjeev: Madam, now about ashram dress code. We will give you four herbal washed saffron saris for your seven-day stay. Generally I have seen that is sufficient, but we do have additional also if needed. What is the size that your wear? I mean blouse...

Me: Err, I mean why do you need that?

I knew that was foolish to ask, but it came out just spontaneous and went into a more uncomfortable conversation.

Sanjeev: Madam, in our ashram we provide sari, blouse and petticoat to the women who come for 'diskha' and 'treatment'. So for that only I need the size.

Me: Okay, its 34.

I noticed Sanjeev noted the figure and looked for a second directly at my erect boobs under the cover of my blouse and sari as if trying to measure the 34 size through his eyes.

Sanjeev: Madam, since mostly the women who come for 'diksha' to Guru-ji are from rural areas and as you also know many of them do not wear any undergarment, we have no provision for that. But since you are coming from the town, please carry your undergarments, but remember to get it sterilized here herbally, as you are not allowed to wear anything, which is nonsterile after 'diksha'.

I nodded with a smiling face and was a lot relieved hearing this.

Sanjeev: Thanks Madam. You can leave now and appear here on Monday afternoon. .

I returned with my mother-in-law who sounded very optimistic about the Guru-ji as she had a talk while I was in the other room with Sanjeev and she assured me not to get tensed being there alone, but to faithfully obey Guru-ji as he instructs. I was happy overall, but little could I anticipate what was in store for me in those seven days in the ashram.

Next Monday, I went out with my mother-in-law again to Guru-ji's ashram. In my bag I practically took nothing, as Guru-ji's disciple Sanjeev told that everything would be available there, except for a spare set of clothing including a sari, blouse and petticoat and some money for emergency purpose. I took two sets of my undergarments and one set I was already wearing and thought that it would be enough for seven days.

Sanjeev greeted us with smiling faces. We went to Guru-ji and he gave ashirwad to both of us and after some general talks, my mother-in-law went back and I was all alone in the ashram with Guru-ji and his disciples. Today I saw two more disciples apart from Sanjeev and another one I had met the other day.

Guru-ji: Beti, be comfortable here. Can I call you by name?

Me: Certainly Guru-ji.

I was feeling a bit uncomfortable in front of five males, as I was the only woman there. They were all looking at me. I was wearing a light colored cotton sari with matching blouse. Though my breasts were erect as usual through my blouse and sari pallu, I noticed none were looking at that as most males do when they first meet me. Finally looking at Guru-ji's calm eyes and listening to his soothing voice, I was getting normal and comfortable.

Guru-ji: Okay Kajal, let me introduce you to the members of my ashram. Sanjeev you have already met, the other ones are Rajkamal, Nirmal, and Uday. During the time of 'diksha' Sanjeev will guide you and others will help you during the 'treatment' in different phases, which I will tell you clearly later. Now you take rest and I will meet you at 10:00 p.m. for 'diksha'. Sanjeev will steer you through.

Sanjeev: Please come Madam.

We went to a cozy small room, which Sanjeev referred to as 'my room' with an attached toilet, where I found a very large mirror, where one can see almost the full figure, which seemed quite unusual to me, as we generally have small mirrors in bathrooms. There was also a clean white towel, soaps, toothpaste, etc. nicely kept as is in a hotel. In the room there was a cot, a dressing table with comb, hair-clips, sindoor, bindi, etc., a chair and a cupboard in that room. Sanjeev gave me a cup of milk and some snacks to eat.

 

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Sanjeev: Madam, you take rest and let me know if you need anything extra apart from what is available here. Then after an hour I will come and take you for 'diksha', which is actually the sterilization process of your mind and body. That is the starting point of your journey to reach your goal Madam. By the way, if you can hand over your bag as I will check and allow only those as per ashram rules to be kept along with you.

I was a bit taken aback by the last part of his words, especially "I will check".

Me: I have brought nothing as you said.

Sanjeev: But still Madam, I have to check. Don't be shy here. I will be with you throughout your stay here.

He took my bag without waiting for my permission. He took out the money-purse from it. Then he took out the couple of white brassieres that I have brought with me and put them on the bed. I was looking at the floor in utter shyness that an unfamiliar male was handling my inner wears. Now he took out a blue panty and waited sometime and held it in the air as if he was trying to guess how that little thing can hold my pumpkin like ass. Thankfully he did not look at me and then took out some handkerchieves, and the spare sari, blouse and the petticoat that I had brought. Finally he took out one last item, my white panty, and put that on bed too.

Sanjeev: Okay Madam, so I will take your extra sari, blouse, and petticoat and keep that in office as you are not allowed to wear outside clothing. I will give you the ashram sari, blouse, and petticoat when you will go for 'diksha' and also a nightdress for sleeping. Also I am taking your inner wears for sterilization and will return you tomorrow morning.

I had nothing to say, but to nod my head. He took my undergarments and again he stopped a bit on my panty. It was so awkward for me. Then came the bumper question from him, which turned me red instantly.

Sanjeev: Madam, I will also need your err.. I mean your bra that you are wearing right now for sterilization purpose.

Me: But, how can I give it right now... I stammered.

Sanjeev: Madam, I will have to prepare the boiling herbal solution for washing and it takes a lot of time doing that. So I was asking you to hand me over, it would save time and labour for me.

He was saying in such a cool voice as if it's so normal. I had really no reasoning for this and had no other alternative, but to hand over my bra and panty to him. For once it did not struck me that I will have to remain without my undergarments till the next morning, as Sanjeev said he would return them next morning after sterilization, and all these males in the ashram would know that very well and its not that I will remain all along in my room, I will have to go for 'diksha' and would have to move around in front of male eyes without my bra on, which would automatically be a sexy exhibition for any male.

Me: Okay then, if you can come after sometime, I shall hand it over.

Sanjeev: Don't worry Madam, I will just wait here. How much time will it take to...

He deliberately did not finish as it was very apparent what he tried to say.

Me: Okay, as you wish.

Saying that I went inside the toilet. Sanjeev waited in the room. I noticed that the toilet door was more of a half door leaving a gap at the top. Soon I realized why it is like that because there was not a single hook in the bathroom to keep clothes. One has to keep on the door top, that's why the gap is left there. But soon I also realized that Sanjeev was there in the room and he would see the clothes that I keep on the door from within the room. So he will clearly have an idea to what extent I was undressed in the toilet as I keep the clothes on the door. My ears were getting hot at this thought, but also considered that I must be thinking a bit too much, as they are after all devotee and lead a sage life.

I faced the door and started opening my sari and quickly unwrapped it from my body. I kept it on the door top and then started to open the knot of my white petticoat and had to wriggle a bit as it was sticking to my fleshy bottom. There was a large mirror in the bathroom, as I said earlier, and I saw that my panty was displaying more than covering my ass cheeks. This was a problem with me, I tried several brands, but unfortunately every panty that I wear automatically shrinks towards my ass crack and cover practically nothing of my buttocks. I was truly looking very obscene like that with my blouse on and panty squeezing in my ass crack. Hence I quickly got out of my panty and was about to keep it on the door top, but the very thought that Sanjeev must have noticed my sari and petticoat hanging on the door made me change my mind, as if he sees my panty there, it would be very apparent that I am now naked. Hence I kept it on the dry portion of the floor and started unbuttoning my blouse and bra to get completely naked.

It was just the partition of the door between Sanjeev and me and I am stark naked here and he is just a few feet away behind the toilet door. I turned red and was feeling a flow in my pussy already. I was standing with my blouse and bra in my hand and noticed that they were soaked in sweat, especially the armpits of my blouse and the cups of my bra. I kept the blouse on the door top and picked up my panty from floor and observed wet marks on my panty too. So I thought that I would wash them and then give to Sanjeev for sterilization. At that very moment Sanjeev intervened!

Sanjeev: Madam, shall I take your left over garments for a wash and you can wear the spare ones that you have brought. They must be all sweaty in this humid weather.

The voice was so near, I was astonished. He must be very near the toilet door and have been noticing I am keeping my sari, blouse and petticoat on the door top! I was a bit shaken by his voice and quickly wrapped the towel around my completely naked body though I was quite secure behind closed doors of the toilet. I replied in a meek voice.

Me: No, no, its okay.

Sanjeev: What okay Madam, you will feel fresh wearing the new set. But Madam, do not take a bath now, as before 'diksha' you have to take a bath.

I gained composure by that time and thought Sanjeev's idea was better as I need a change of my dress as I had sweated a lot. Before I could give him a green signal to bring my spare dress, he himself was proactive.

Sanjeev: Madam, I am taking your sari, petticoat and blouse for a wash and will keep the spare one that you have brought.

Giving me no time to react, I saw that the sari and petticoat vanished in a flash from the toilet door top. Now I have literally nothing to wear except for my inner wear. The blouse also was gone in a moment. I don't know what he did with them but his comment shocked me.

Sanjeev: Madam, it seems you sweat a lot in your armpits, the blouse is totally wet there, and the back is also somewhat wet.

I was dying out of shame now. It means he is checking my blouse at different parts, the armpits, the back, and obviously the cups, where my twin peaks stay. I am a married housewife, and this unknown man was checking my 'taken off' blouse! I had to answer something.

Me: Yes, err... I mean sweat a lot.

Saying that and wasting no more time I started washing my bra and panty so that I do not face any more tricky questions. I also noted that Sanjeev kept my spare clothes on the door top. But the petticoat slipped to my side from the door top as he kept the blouse over it.

Sanjeev: Sorry Madam. I did not realize that it would slide like that.

Since I was washing, I could not also catch it and it landed on watered part of the floor and instantly my light blue petticoat turned deep blue soaked in water.

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

I could not tell the truth as it could provoke more lewd conversations.

Me: Its okay. It landed in dry are.

Sanjeev: Still I should have been more careful.

I had finished washing my inner wear and had to take off the towel off my body to dry myself. My free naked boobs jiggled on every movement I made, which I saw in mirror reflection. As I said, my boobs have not sagged at all, they stood proud and unknowingly my nipples were already hard and stood up like two grapes.

I took the blouse off the door top and started wearing it. This was after a very long time that I was wearing a blouse without a bra. Hardly do I remain in the day without a bra and at night I wear a nighty with nothing below, but a blouse with nothing underneath was a very rare dressing for me. I do not know why the thin material of the blouse trembled me a bit and to my ill luck, this was a thin, white one and in the mirror I made out that it was displaying my booby treasures in vivid way. The nipple outlines were clear evident and to my shock both brownish areolas on my breasts appeared through the white material of the blouse. I was cursing myself for bringing this blouse, but had now no alternative but to wear it.

Sanjeev: Madam, are you over? I need to attend Guru-ji once now.

I quickly wore the wet petticoat, as I had no other choice and by no means could go in that sari before a male without the petticoat on, as the sari was quite flimsy. I made all necessary adjustments to hide my upper treasures with my sari pallu.

Sanjeev looked at me with a smiling face as I came out through the toilet door. There was a step from the toilet towards the room and when I stepped down on it, automatically my free boobs clasped loosely in the blouse gave a bouncing effect and I noted that his eyes did not miss that. It was extremely uncomfortable for me to be like this in front of this male and I tried to wrap up things as quickly as possible. I handed him the washed undergarments. I was feeling wetness on my smooth buttocks and thighs, as the petticoat that I was wearing was half wet especially in the buttock area and that was making me more uncomfortable.

Sanjeev: Okay Madam, take rest.

He left and I felt so relieved and quickly closed the room door and got rid of the wet petticoat. This time I did not open my sari and just lifted it to my waist and untied the petticoat knot. It was sticking to my buttock as it was wet and I had to struggle a bit to finally slide it over my round ass cheeks. The very sensation of not wearing anything below my sari was giving me a turn on.

Almost an hour passed, but there was no sign of Sanjeev taking me for 'diksha'. My petticoat was more or less dry now and I was thinking of wearing it when there was a knock on the door. I had to say something to the person knocking as I needed to put on the petticoat.

Me: Please wait, I am opening in a minute.

I swiftly wore the petticoat and flowed the sari over it and opened the door. There was Nirmal standing on the door.

Nirmal: Madam, Sanjeev said to take you to diksha room. Guru-ji is waiting there.

 

[hotaks]

He was a short statured guy, only probably 5 feet and his eyes were just in the level of my boobs. I was careful not to show him any unnecessary bouncing of my free boobs.

Me: Okay I am ready. But Sanjeev was saying to take a bath before the diksha... I could not complete as Nirmal interrupted in between.

Nirmal: Yes Madam, that's right, but that bath would be with special herbal water in front of Guru-ji.

Me: What?

That was my instant reaction hearing the words "in front of Guru-ji" and I suppose any woman would react like that.

Me: How can I bathe in front of him, I am not a little girl?

Nirmal: No, no Madam, you got me wrong. I wanted to say the herbal waters are specially prepared by Guru-ji and he chants some mantra on that before you take the bath. There is separate toilet in the diksha room.

Listening to him I calmed down, but he probably got entertained by my reaction.

Nirmal: Madam, who says you are a little girl? He must be a blind donkey.

He paused a bit and then added, "But Madam, you cannot deny that you can look like a little girl if you get back to your school days uniform."

He smiled. Nirmal was flirting with me I realized, but to my surprise I was enjoying his words! His comment did not irritate me. I was feeling hardness again in my nipples and my breasts getting firm hearing a male hinting me to show up in my school uniform, seemingly knowing the school uniform skirt would not even properly cover my macro-sized buttocks. Nirmal's eyes were directly on my taut breasts due to his short height.

I also replied teasingly.

Me: Sanjeev already said your ashram would provide sari for me. I hope you will not come up separately with a school dress.

Nirmal: Madam, ashram is like a school only. So there is no harm in wearing that. But don't blame me if you cannot wear it Madam.

He said laughingly. I do not know why I was dragging this and getting fun out of this useless conversation, but somehow this short-height Nirmal amused me. During this conversation I completely was out of my mind that why I have come to the ashram. It was not a fun trip and I was here for a treatment for bearing the child. But the chronology of events with Sanjeev first and now this amusing Nirmal probably drifted me temporarily.

By then, I could realize my nipples were growing to their full size and my heart beating faster. May be my standing in front of a completely unknown male in braless state added to it.

Me: You have a point that ashram is like a school only. But why can't I wear it?

What he replied was the most provocative statement I have ever heard from a male concerning me.

Nirmal: So you agree that the ashram is like a school. So you should have no objection in wearing a school uniform. But the uniform will be of the size of a schoolgirl because it is a 'school uniform'. Right Madam?

He paused very briefly looking at my eyes, but his eyeballs roaming frequently on my whole body.

Nirmal: Suppose I bring a school dress for you Madam, the white top and the pleated skirt, I can bet you cannot wear it as even if you can get your legs into the skirt, it will not go up your hips. Madam, you are very plump there. And for the top, surely you will not be able to close a single button of the top even if you are braless as you are right now. So was I wrong Madam if I had said 'don't blame me if you cannot wear it'.

I was getting amused by the conversation no doubt, but at the same time was taken aback when he said he knew I was not wearing a bra directly. It seems the whole ashram knew that!

Me: Umm... But I don't agree with you. I can wear the skirt surely; the top may be a problem. But thank god! You do not have the school uniform as the ashram dress code.

I giggled and Nirmal laughed back at me too.

Nirmal was gaining in confidence in his words as he saw me responding to his teasing talks. May be he leads a sage life, but the way I started showing signs of shamelessness in my conversation probably provoked him. I was really unsure what I was trying to do, my pussy was already wet and my boobs gaining in firmness. I was also breathing a bit heavily now. It was difficult for me to stand still, and so pretending to adjust my sari in front of him, I actually was rubbing my ass to the door.

Nirmal: Madam, now we are getting late, but let us do a trail after your 'diksha' is complete. I will bring you a school dress to try out and then you will agree to my words.

Nirmal is inviting me for a lewd session I could understand. I was also equally fascinated to tease this 5 feet dwarfish male.

Me: Oh really, you have a school uniform in the ashram. How come?

Nirmal: Madam, one of the devotees of Guru-ji came with her daughter and by mistake has left a packet some days ago in which there was a school uniform of her daughter along with other clothes. She never came back to take it. It's lying in the office cupboard. But Madam lets go now for your diksha, Guru-ji must be waiting.

This was going a bit too far. I never expected a school uniform of a girl in this ashram, but thoroughly enjoying this dwarf's pranks.

The diksha room was somewhat bigger than the room I was staying. There were pictures of various gods and goddesses. There was a throne-like structure where there was a small stature garlanded with lots of flowers and leaves. The whole atmosphere was smoky as there were several agarbattis burning simultaneously. There was Sanjeev and Guru-ji in the room. I did get quite nervous coming in that room. Nirmal left the place closing the door behind me.

Guru-ji: Kajal, its time for your diksha. Let me brief you about this. You will take diksha under me, but we are all serving the Linga Maharaj. We are all disciples of him and you will also become one in a short time. Your diksha is different from us as you are taking this keeping in mind of a goal of getting pregnant. So it will also not feature the full rituals. Jai Linga Maharaj. Kajal, Linga Maharaj is based on miniature Amarnath of Kashmir. It has supreme power and if you devote yourself completely to him, he can do wonders for you. But if there is any shortfall in the dedication, you will not get the desired result. Jai Linga Maharaj

Sanjeev also chanted "Jai Linga Maharaj" and asked me to chant too. I also said "Jai Linga Maharaj", but never realized what I was chanting!

Guru-ji: Kajal, diksha to Linga Maharaj is cleaning your body and soul. So, first I want you to clean your body. You go to the toilet, have a bath with the water in the bucket, which is a special mixture of herbs with water and roll the linga over every part of your body.

Saying that he handed me over the "linga", which I saw was a black stone made 6-7 inches long one-inch broad structure with a rather broad base at one end. It was looking like an egg roll, that we have from fast food centers, but standing on a small base. I was correlating it with an egg roll in my mind, but never could realize Guru-ji was signifying it with the 'male linga' meaning penis!

Guru-ji: Kajal, wet your body with the herbal water and then soap with the foam in the mug. Make sure to touch the linga to every part of your body as you rub soap while bathing.

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Since you are taking diksha for childbirth, you chant "Jai Linga Maharaj" three times after touching the linga on your sex organs.

I nodded my head though was feeling a bit uneasy hearing the word 'sex organ' from Guru-ji's mouth, but my cheeks turned red like a teenager as Guru-ji elaborated on that.

Guru-ji: Kajal, generally women think that sex organ is the vulva or vagina, but actually sex organs relate to much more. Let me hear first what is your idea of sex organs. Do not be shy, as you must open your mind here.

My heart was beating fast hearing such a question. I was stuttering and searching for words.

Me: I mean those organs err... which are involved I mean in intercourse.

I was unable to speak more before two males naming my sex organs.

Guru-ji: Kajal, you have to open up, open your mind, talk freely, and do not keep any inhibition. Okay, just name the organs where you will chant the mantra.

Now I had to speak and leaving all shyness I narrated what was asked for.

Me: I will chant the mantra on my err... breasts and my pussy.

Guru-ji: Okay Kajal. I can understand your shyness. You have named only the two major organs. You said you will chant mantra when you touch the linga on your breasts, what about your nipples? Do they have any role when you have intercourse with your husband or not?

I shamefully nodded my head. I was feeling thirsty also. Only moments ago I was trying to tease Nirmal, but now it seemed I am in more experienced hands!

Guru-ji: What about your hips Kajal? Do you not consider it as a sex organ? Does it excite you or not when you are touched there?

Again I had nothing to say, but to nod. I was looking at the ground and my heart beating fast. But Guru-ji's voice was so clam and he was not even once looking at my braless boobs, his eyes were riveted on my face.

Guru-ji: So we tend to miss out so many things, you see. So every part of your body that excites you while having sex, you should chant the mantra three times. Your breasts, nipples, hips, vagina, thighs, and of course lips. You need to obey me perfectly to attain your goal.

Sanjeev: Madam, here is your clothes that you will wear after the bath.

He handed me over a saffron sari, blouse, and petticoat. And again there was no undergarment for me to wear. I went to the bathroom and it suddenly seemed to me that since Guru-ji was sitting on floor it should be a grand view from him looking at my undulating fleshy ass from that angle as I walked to the toilet. My husband often told me that my buttocks jerk more attractively if I am not wearing a panty. the elastic grip of the panty keeps them in somewhat of a check. This made me more conscious in my walking and was feeling very, very awkward.

But my mind soon cursed me for thinking in such a way about Guru-ji. I realized that he is a male who is over these silly things. I was feeling rather guilty the next moment for thinking like that about him.

I entered the bathroom and found the water for my bath, the foam and the Linga. I closed the door only to find myself in a sea of luminosity! I was certainly very amazed at the lighting arrangement in this toilet. There were two at least 100-watt bulbs glowing in that small area, which was rather odd. I was almost feeling the heat of the bulbs in that small area. This toilet door had no top-open business like the one I experienced in my room and also there were hooks on the door, but I wondered why there was so bright light arrangement in the bathroom.

I got out of my sari, but was feeling very clumsy in that intense illumination, it was like bathing in open daylight. I unbuttoned my blouse and my mango-like boobs sprung out free and stood stiff. I was naked the next moment as the petticoat found the hook at the toilet door. I started bathing as I was instructed with the herbal water, which had a hypnotic scent. I foamed myself and then took the Linga, which was not heavy at all though made of stone. I touched it on my left breast and said "Jai Linga Maharaj" as was directed by Guru-ji. As it touched my naked breast, for a moment I felt like a male hand touching my globe. I shivered momentarily and then touched it on my right breast too and said "Jai Linga Maharaj".

I never was for a moment able to guess that this whole bathing session with me touching my naked buxom and fleshy 28-year-old body with the Linga and saying ""Jai Linga Maharaj" was actually filmed on tape and that was the reason why there were a couple of high power bulbs glowing in the toilet.

I finished my Linga action all over my body including my pussy and ass cheeks. I was feeling rather hot doing this even after the bath. I dried myself with the towel and started getting into the saffron ashram attire.

Even initially I was having doubts regarding this, now it confirmed when I tried to wear it. The blouse was fairly tight when I tried to button it. I doubt this was a 32-size blouse. The cutting etc. of the blouse though was very decent, but I had to struggle to get my twin globes into it, as the cups were rather small. I am sure if I had worn a bra, it would have been impossible to button it fully. Somehow I managed to wear it, but could not button the top hook of the blouse, it was so tight there and ample fair cleavage remained exposed over my blouse. I made sure that the pallu covers it fully and went out of the toilet.

Guru-ji: Good, so you are done with your bath. Did you do as I said Kajal?

Me: Yes Guru-ji. I said "Jai Linga Maharaj" three times as you instructed.

Guru-ji: Okay, now sit down here and worship to Linga Maharaj.

He started performing puja chanting several mantras and sometimes with my name and clan included. I sat there with closed hands and worshipped to Linga Maharaj about a successful treatment under Guru-ji and conceiving soon. Sanjeev was also there helping Guru-ji perform the puja. The puja for diksha went for almost half-an-hour and at the end Guru-ji came up to me and put a red tilak on my forehead and I respectfully touched his feet. As I bent down, I realized that my blouse got stretched and carved more on my matured boobs, giving me a feeling that the hook would break any moment. Thankfully that didn't happen saving me from more embarrassing moments.

Guru-ji: Now your diksha is complete. You are a disciple of me and devoted to Linga Maharaj. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Me: Jai Linga Maharaj!