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Anita's Humiliation Continues

By: zarror77



Me: Please tell me Guru-ji, what is bothering you?

Uday: Actually Madam...

Guru-ji: I think we should not hide it from Anita. Beti, last to last year there was a mishap during a Maha-yagya in the ashram. Actually it was during this very Ashram Parikrama.

Me: What was that?

Guru-ji: That lady was from New Delhi and she was very bold. Her name was Bindiya. That night though was sparklingly moonlit, I advised her to take one of my disciples along with her, but she was unwilling and told that she could manage alone.

Guru-ji paused and I was looking keenly at his face to learn more about what happened.

Guru-ji: You know these villages are not very safe especially for women. Unfortunately, when she went past the door of the ashram to the backside, two rowdy drunk villagers caught sight of her and attacked her. Bindiya was also dressed like you and those drunkards probably got more attracted seeing her like that.

Me: O! My god!

Guru-ji: Yes, it was truly torrid experience for Bindiya, more so being from the city. And we also realized it rather late when she was not returning after completing the parikrama.

Me: Was she... I mean?

I could not express my concern and anxiety in front of three males, as I wanted to ask if she was raped or not.

Guru-ji: Bindiya was fortunate as we reached in the nick of time.

I was eager to know in what state did they found her, but could not ask that shamelessly. Although Guru-ji quenched my thirst, but describing in a bit too much detail, which in fact made me uncomfortable to a certain extent in front of those males.

Guru-ji: When we reached there, those two scoundrels had floored Bindiya on grass and both were trying to ride on her. Just imagine!

What would I imagine? Two guys on top of a woman -- that's what Guru-ji was asking me to think! Guru-ji looked at my face. Uday and Sanjeev were also looking at me. I avoided the eye contact.

Guru-ji: You know Anita, Bindiya was not as pretty as you that people will get attracted to her... Poor lass! It was a very frustrating status for her and I felt so bad especially because she was under my supervision.

Guru-ji paused and it appeared he truly felt pain for the incident.

Guru-ji: I never thought this could happen to any of my disciples. You know, as we arrived at the scene, we immediately pulled off those men off Bindiya and found that she was lying on the grass half unconscious. She was probably hit by something on her head. Naturally, as you can also imagine, her upper portion was completely naked and her skirt was tattered. Fortunately before those rogues could reach their peak, we got there and saved her. She only had her panty on her body and believe me Anita, I was so very relieved seeing that.

What a way to get relieved I exclaimed within myself! I was as usual started breathing heavier exposing my deep cleavage more and more over my blouse.

Guru-ji: Luckily they did not get the time for a **** and we rescued Bindiya. As we brought her back to the ashram, she was still semi-conscious. She had deep scratches and bite marks on her boobs and face. She also got hurt on her buttocks, which I realized when I removed her panty; probably when she fell on the ground, her hips must have hit a pointed stone, etc. All in all, it was a pathetic scene.

I was somewhat shocked to hear Guru-ji removing the married lady's panty, but on second thoughts, after her molestation when these males reached there, they already saw her virtually naked lying on the ground. Hence I did not pay much heed to that.

Sanjeev: But Guru-ji, you should also appreciate that Bindiya Madam was bold enough to again undergo the Maha-yagya and she is today a proud mother.

Guru-ji: Yes, yes. That's true. Even after that molestation episode, she was courageous enough to continue.

Me: O-k-a-y.

Guru-ji: Now do you understand why I was hesitating?

Me: But then, what to do?

Uday: Guru-ji, I am good enough as Madam's security.

Guru-ji: Anita, do you agree?

Me: I have faith in him Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Fine. Sanjeev, give her the thali. Anita, you carry that over your head and rest Uday will guide you. But most importantly, Anita, you cannot talk while you do the Ashram Parikrama; more precisely as you put your first step outside ashram. Okay?

I nodded.

Guru-ji: Second thing is as you offer flowers and small prayers to each of the four Linga replicas and each time you sprinkle this holy waters like this. And lastly you must complete the Ashram Parikrama within 1200 seconds.

I looked questionably as I was miserable in arithmetic.

Guru-ji: Meaning you need to get back within ashram premises within 20 minutes

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

I took the thali from Sanjeev. It was a big round plate full of flowers, kumkum, Ganges water, betel leaves, etc. I felt the thali was heavy too as it was made of brass. I took it over my head and followed Uday out of the room.

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj!

We all repeated that in chorus. As I stretched my arms above my head to hold the thali, my blouse started getting strained more against my big tight boobs. Actually I was having a very cumbersome feeling as my brassiere also slipped down a bit when I lifted my arms and now the bra stitches were pressing directly on my areolas very close to my nipples. I somehow managed to get out of Guru-ji's room with my nipples inside my bra already semi-erect.

Me: Uday, can you hold the thali for a moment?

I immediately told Uday as we were out of Guru-ji's room.

Uday: Sure Madam. Any problem?

Me: No, nothing.

I handed over the thali and turned away from him and quickly adjusted my blouse and bra and turned back to him.

Me: Thanks. I took the thali from him again and raised it over my head. My boob flesh was getting shamefully exposed each time I lifted my hands over my head, but the darkness of the night gave me some cover.

Uday had a lighted torch in his hand and he was going alongside me. Honestly I was feeling very comfortable with Uday. My crush was still living inside my mind and body. The pleasure I got from him on the moving boat -- I would never forget in my life. Though he did not fuck me that night, but I didn't know how I extracted more pleasure out of it!

Honestly there was no fear in me even after hearing the molestation story of Bindiya from Guru-ji. Today I was a bit reserved with Uday because I knew I had to successfully undergo the Maha-yagya, that's my greatest priority.

Uday: Madam, I did not get the opportunity to tell you Madam. You look ravishing in this dress.

We were still within the premises of the ashram, so I replied.

Me: Hmm. I know, but its very embarrassing to wear such small clothes at my age.

Uday: Age! What do you say Madam! You will surely get admission to any college -- you look so young!

Me: Uday, don't flatter me.

Uday: Kasam se! Madam. You do not know how sexy you are looking!

Me: Shut up!

Uday: Madam, if you don't mind, can I tell something?

Me: What?

Uday: Madam, you did not say anything to Sanjeev while he was giving you the secret mantra?

My heart missed a beat. Did Uday saw what Sanjeev was doing? But how could that be? He was in front of me. I immediately tried to prove my innocence in front of my 'lover'.

Me: What for? What did he do? He gave the mantra in my ear like you and Guru-ji!

Uday: Madam, don't tell a lie. I saw his hand position from where I was sitting. The opportunist!

I clearly smelt an odor of envy from Uday's voice and instigated him more.

Me: You held me by my waist and he held me by my hips. That's all.

I tried to keep my voice very casual and normal while saying it so that Uday becomes more envious.

Uday: Huh! Madam, you are innocent. You did not realize his moves.

Me: May be, but I did not feel anything unusual.

While conversing we reached the gate. The outside looked darker than within the ashram premises. It was around midnight. And now for the first time I felt a wave of unknown fear in me going out in this sexy dress.

Me: Uday, I am safe outside naa? I mean after hearing that case...

Uday: Madam, that was a stray incident, which had never happened in ashram's history. You just relax.

Me: I will depend on you Uday. Please walk close to me.

Uday: Not to worry Madam. You just remember not to talk otherwise the curse of Linga Maharaj will take effect on you.

Me: No, no. I will keep my mouth shut.

I stepped out of the ashram and Uday was walking beside me. My arms were lifted up as I was holding the heavy thali over my head. As I was walking in that fashion, I could well judge that my fleshy gaand was moving in a very sexy way, swaying up and down, right and left. Thank God! There was no one watching me from behind. I must have been looking awfully raunchy, especially in this micromini.

It was so very quiet outside with grasshoppers and cricket playing the constant music. Clouds were shadowing the moon at times thereby increasing the intensity of the darkness surrounding us. I could hear my own breathing; the adjoining was so silent and still! Thankfully the path going round the circumference of the ashram was sufficiently wide for two persons to walk side by side and relatively clean also though there were occasional shrubs and bushes growing on the trail itself. Uday was lighting up the way for me and we were walking slowly and carefully.

The night was so quiet outside the ashram in this village that a sense of deserted was gripping my mind though Uday was there. A feeling of fright and panic was getting riveted on me rapidly and honestly, if I suddenly see a man coming up this grassy trail, I would surely die out of fear. My throat was getting drier and hands also getting colder thinking of Guru-ji's description of Bindiya being harassed.

Uday: Madam, the night is so beautiful. It's like the night we met on boat, isn't it?

I almost trembled hearing the voice of Uday all of a sudden.

Uday: What happened? Are you afraid Madam?

He looked at my face and got the hint.

Uday: Ha ha ha...

He laughed loudly teasing me. I felt so irritated at that juncture that I just made a face to him showing my annoyance. My annoyance was aggravated by the number of flying mosquitoes around me! Inside the ashram, I did not feel it because they must be using some kind of repellant, but here in the open field along the circumference of the ashram in the nighttime, it was like fleets of mosquitoes flocking at us. I was constantly shaking my legs as I walked to avoid those bloodsuckers.

Uday: Oh! We have reached the first replica. See there.

I looked in the direction where Uday pointed, but could not see anything, as there was darkness. He stepped out of the road in the shrubs and lighted the spot. It was deep down the wall almost near the ground where I picked up the Linga replica illuminated by his torch. I followed the footmarks of Uday and stepped out of the meandering path, but since I was barefooted, I was very watchful regarding the shrubs.

Uday: Madam, just be careful. There are thorns here and there.

Uday helped me by taking the thali from my hands and I positioned myself among the bushes to offer the flowers to the replica.

I noticed that I had to bend down to offer flowers and the prayer - such was the position of the replica. I realized it would be very difficult to stand there for a moment, as it was a mosquito den. Also, I was attacked by the mosquitos more than Uday simply because all of my legs was uncovered because of that miniskirt.

Uday: Madam, you offer the flowers. I will try to keep away the mosquitoes from your legs.

Saying that he held the thali in his left hand and started waving his right hand very briskly near my legs. Seeing that it was not enough he started brushing and sweeping his right hand all along my naked legs. Even in that position I instantly got a turn on getting a male hand touching me around my knees. I tried my best to quickly finish off the process.

Suddenly I noted the torch illumination going off from the Linga replica in front of me! I was puzzled and turned back, but it came back just then.

Uday: Madam, I was checking if there were any mosquitoes under your skirt or not. Ha ha ha...

I was simply stunned to hear that. I was bending a lot to offer the flowers to the Linga replica and my short skirt must have hiked up significantly giving Uday a good upskirt view. And hence this prank -- but... but, still it was too much. He was throwing light inside my skirt!

Uday: Madam, I hope you did not mind. He he he...

He laughed in the most irritating way possible. I immediately was up from my bent posture and gave a very hard look at Uday. Alas! I could not speak. I sprinkled the Ganges waters as Guru-ji had demonstrated and we again started walking and I was holding the thali above my head. I was not looking at him and was trying to make him understand that I did not like that lewd prank.

Uday: Sorry Madam.

He tried to console me.

Uday: Madam, look! The moon has again come out.

We had now reached the backside of the ashram. There was a big tree with a large shade here and the place appeared so very dark. Hardly anything could be seen here.

Bhow bhow bhouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... samitbhai is offline Reply With Quote I almost shrieked and the thali nearly slipped from my hands. I was so scared at the sudden barking of a dog. I jumped absolutely close to Uday.

Uday: Madam, madam. Relax. It's just a dog passing by. Not to worry.

My face was pale, palms cold, and lips totally dry. My heart was beating rapidly as I was enormously baffled by that all of a sudden sound. Uday read my face and this time stood by me seriously leaving out the pranks.

Uday: Madam, why do you feel so nervous? I am here naa. I will protect you from everything.

He was saying those words very slowly trying to win my confidence. While saying he wrapped his left hand around my waist. I was already breathing heavily, of course not in excitement, but in anxiety. Uday looked down at my heaving boobs - since both my arms were lifted up holding the thali, more than half of my firm milk-tanks were popping out of my blouse and were appearing like free offers to him.

Uday: Madam, this is the best possible way to ward off fear and nervousness.

I could feel his left hand brushing up my torso from my waist till my milk-tanks and readily grabbed and squeezed my juicy right boob.

Me: Uhuuuuuu....

Since my hands were engaged up my head holding the thali, I shook my head in disapproval of his act. I did not want to divert my mind on to anything else, but the Maha-yagya.

Uday: Madam, your boobs look so inviting in this choli.

Now he briskly shifted his position to my back and hugged me from behind and cupped my mammaries with both his palms. I struggled in his arms feeling his hard prick poking my soft gaand through his dhoti. I could not leave the thali and I had to keep my hands up above my head and Uday took full advantage of that. He was constantly squeezing my boobs and obviously was feeling and caressing my hard nipples over my blouse and brassiere.

Uday: Madam, I know it's not appropriate to do this, but I cannot resist myself. You are looking so damn sexy...

I could feel his right hand sliding quickly from my right boob down my belly and navel and rested over my pussy. His hand was roaming over my pubic are over my skirt. I tried to stop him by jerking my body, but in the pretext my big gaand pressed more on his erect dick giving him more pleasure only.

I was not allowed to speak, so I tried to request him through my facial expressions, but he was getting excited by the moment. I suddenly felt that Uday was pulling up my miniskirt. My mouth gaped wide as I knew very well that my intimate parts would get exposed if my skirt hikes up just a few inches. But I felt so helpless as my hands were nonfunctional. And as I expected, Uday lifted my skirt up from the front and inserted his fingers under it and started feeling my upper thighs and even touched my panty!

This was too much! I realized that I must stop him, as I was equally getting sexually keyed up. I just kicked him on his feet and jerked my body violently to get out of his clutches. Uday probably comprehended that I was angry now. He left me and stood there speechless. I was shaking my head in displeasure that I did not expect this from him.

Uday: Madam... I mean... Madam, I am really ashamed. I should not have done this.

I was a bit surprised by the abrupt change in Uday, but hoped that he understood that the prime target for me was to undergo that yagya successfully, and nothing else.

Uday: Madam, am sorry. I did that in the heat of the moment. Please forgive me.

I denoted that it was okay and we started walking again. Honestly I was feeling the libido had started flowing in me by Uday's touches to my intimate parts. I closed my eyes for a while as I walked and tried to focus hard.

My next two Linga replicas' offerings were uneventful. The night was pitch dark with the moon still playing hide and seek with the clouds. Honestly after Uday hugged me I was, in fact, not feeling the nervousness or the fear of the dark! I smiled to myself at my irregular behavior.

Uday: Madam, we are almost complete; now the last replica.

The place where the last replica was seemed to be the remotest, as the shrubs and bushes were the maximum at that place. Though I was very careful regarding placing my steps, but unfortunately I kept my footstep on a thorny bush. I immediately felt pain of the piercing on my left sole, but somehow controlled myself not to scream.

Uday: What happened Madam? You seem to be in pain!

Uday promptly realized what might have happened.

Uday: Madam, I think you first complete the procedure and then I will see take care of it.

I also felt likewise and stooped to offer the flowers. The mosquitos were having a feast on my uncovered legs. I constantly shook my legs to avoid those bloodsuckers as much as possible. Uday this time was standing directly behind me; though I was aware, I had little option. I had to lean forward once and he must have had a great view of my big round ass covered in that miniskirt. I quickly rose up and offered the prayer and came limping to the pathway. The thorn pricked me on my left foot.

Uday: Let me check.

Saying that he sat near my feet and took my left foot on his lap. In the process I had to fold my leg from my knee and I could perceive jolly well that if he looks up now, he can directly see inside my skirt. My heart was again starting to drum.

Uday: Madam, its just a thorn, give me a minute and I will get that out.

I was bleeding, of course not in profuse amount.

Uday: Madam, raise your feet a bit, I can't see the spot clearly.

Rise my feet more? My God! That way I would look so vulgarly inviting! But there was no alternative -- I stood on one leg and raised my left foot indecently high so that Uday could see the sole of my foot. My skirt was slipping upwards towards my waist and my full left leg remained exposed. I was just counting the seconds when he would look up at me saying, 'the thorn is out' and just then...

Uday: Madam, its out!

He looked up and got an ample upskirt view of mine from the front. I was sure he could see my panty clearly this time. I even forgot to get embarrassed!

He tore apart a portion of cloth from his dhoti and tied it on my feet.

Uday: Will get the medicine getting back to the ashram.

I nodded and instantly got my foot back on ground from his lap. But surprisingly I was having pain as I kept it on ground. I tried to ignore it and took a step forward, but it was pinching me inside. Even with that stopgap bandage I was feeling the pain, as I was exerting pressure on my left leg for walking, hence I continued to limp.


Anita's Humiliation Continues 01



Meenakshi: Madam, did Guru-ji tell you to go to town with him? 

Me: Yes. He told me just now. 

Meenakshi: Sorry Madam for this trouble, but I am really helpless. 

Me: Its absolutely okay. You just take rest. 

When I entered from outside in the room, my eyes took some time to adjust. Now I noticed that Meenakshi was lying on the bed in a very tempting way considering a male is present in the room. I was shocked to see that her pallu had so much shifted off her big round boobs that half of her treasures were clearly visible above her blouse and Rajkamal being seated near her head was getting a majestic view. As I looked more intently, as if a shock wave went passed my spine, as I noticed Meenakshi was lying on bed on doubt, but her head was on not on the pillow, but on Rajkamal's lap! He was applying balm to her forehead and the way Meenakshi was breathing I smelt a rat. 

Meenakshi: Madam, I have been to Mr. Yadav's place prior also, you won't have any problem there. 

Me: Okay. But what will I have to do in regards to the yagya? 

Meenakshi: Madam, there is nothing much to do, but to arrange the yagya materials like the logs, oil, other list of yagya items, flowers, utensils etc., which Sanjeev will guide you and its more or less like the puja you perform at home. 

I was much relieved hearing that, as I definitely was a little anxious. 

Me: Guru-ji was saying something about 'medium.' What is that? 

Meenakshi: Madam, in simple words, its like during the yagya a common man needs a medium through which he or she can attain the goods of the yagya and Guru-ji says to get best effects the genders should be different. 

Me: 'Different' meaning? 

Meenakshi: A male should have a female medium and vice versa Madam. 

Me: Okay, okay, I got it. 

Meenakshi smiled very meaningfully as I said that and I could not comprehend the significance of that smile. 

Meenakshi: I am feeling thirsty. 

Rajkamal: One sec...

Meenakshi slightly raised her head and Rajkamal got his lap out and alighted from bed and brought a glass of water. Meenakshi tried to get up, but Rajkamal forced her to stay back in her position and helped her to drink water from the glass. As Meenakshi drank, some water dripped down her chin onto her upper chest and Rajkamal openly touched her upper breast area to wipe it. I tried to take it in the normal spirits, but what he did next did not allow me to get convinced. 

Rajkamal kept the glass on the adjoining table and got back to his original position and Meenakshi also readily lifted her head to his lap. 

Rajkamal: Did water spill to your blouse? 

Meenakshi: I don't know. My body temperature is so high that I cannot feel that. 

Rajkamal: Okay I will check, you relax. 

Meenakshi: Madam, its better to take one set of clothing with you, as you will have to take a bath after the yagya. 

Me: Yes, I also have thought so. 

While we conversed, I noticed in the pretext of checking whether water had spilled onto Meenakshi's blouse, Rajkamal was virtually feeling every part of Meenakshi's heaving globes. And most surprisingly Meenakshi was so casual about that and did not even bother to cover her breasts with her pallu. My heart almost stopped when I saw he was touching her cleavage, which was exposed over her blouse, with his fingers to see if it was wet! 

Rajkamal: Madam, can you get me a cloth from the cupboard? 

I was a bit surprised at Rajkamal's words. Why does he need a cloth? 

Me: What for? 

Rajkamal: Actually her blouse is wet at parts and I just want to put a cloth inside so that she does not catch a cold over her fever. 

He wants to insert a cloth in the blouse of this fully matured 35-year-old plump woman lying on his lap! I got off and got the cloth and tried to save Meenakshi from feeling embarrassed. 

Me: Let me put it. Which part is wet Rajkamal? 

Meenakshi: Madam, you please do not get worried. Rajkamal will do it.

I was spellbound by this lady's attitude. She wants to have a male hand inside her blouse! I had no other option but to hand the piece of cloth to Rajkamal. 

Rajkamal: Thanks Madam. 

He now shamelessly pulled and lifted Meenakshi's blouse from the front off her skin and inserted the cloth onto the top of her boobs. I could clearly see this lady's very attractive sized tits going up and down within her bra. Rajkamal inserted his fingers along with the cloth on her boobs within her blouse and planted the cloth there. I am sure he got enough opportunity to feel and cup her matured boobs while offering this 'help.' 

Then Rajkamal was back with his fundamental job of massaging and I thought there was no point sitting here and watching these shameless acts any more. 

Me: Okay Meenakshi, take rest. I will go now. 

Meenakshi: Okay Madam. 

Rajkamal: Bye Madam. 

I went back to my room and started preparing to go to this disabled man, Mr. Yadav's house with Guru-ji. 

I was spellbound by this lady's attitude. She wants to have a male hand inside her blouse! I had no other option but to hand the piece of cloth to Rajkamal. 

Rajkamal: Thanks Madam. 

He now shamelessly pulled and lifted Meenakshi's blouse from the front off her skin and inserted the cloth onto the top of her boobs. I could clearly see this lady's very attractive sized tits going up and down within her bra. Rajkamal inserted his fingers along with the cloth on her boobs within her blouse and planted the cloth there. I am sure he got enough opportunity to feel and cup her matured boobs while offering this 'help.' 

Then Rajkamal was back with his fundamental job of massaging and I thought there was no point sitting here and watching these shameless acts any more. 

Me: Okay Meenakshi, take rest. I will go now. 

Meenakshi: Okay Madam. 

Rajkamal: Bye Madam. 

I went back to my room and started preparing to go to this disabled man, Mr. Yadav's house with Guru-ji. I went to the toilet once and used the conveniences to be absolutely fresh. Since I had a tight sleep, I thought it would not be a problem for me to keep awake till late night if the yagya takes longer period of time to complete. I took a spare sari, blouse, and petticoat in a bag along with a set of bra and panty. Around 6:30 p.m., Nirmal came to give a reminder to get ready, but I was ready by that time. I locked my room and went with him to Guru-ji's room. Guru-ji was also ready and Sanjeev and Uday were arranging the yagya materials in one place. Within another 15 minutes off we went from the ashram in a car, which Mr. Yadav had sent. 

There was not much conversation in the way except Guru-ji and Sanjeev telling me not to be anxious, as they would guide me what exactly to do. We reached within an hour to Mr. Yadav's house. It was already dark as the clock said it was nearly 8. The house was a two-storied building and we went straight upstairs and Mrs. Yadav greeted Guru-ji very warmly. I noticed Mrs. Yadav was a matured lady, probably nearing 40, who had a proportionate figure for her age though slightly on the plump side. She took us to the drawing room where Mr. Yadav was sitting on the sofa. He was also an elderly man, 50+ surely, with specs and a thick beard on his face. He was wearing a white kurta and pajama and his left leg was strapped in a wooden cast. He was holding to a walking stick and was clearly handicapped I noticed, as when he tried to stand up, Mrs. Yadav had to support him. 

Mr. Yadav also greeted Guru-ji with a warm welcome, but I could not find the girl for which Guru-ji had come to perform the yagya. Guru-ji was addressing Mrs. Yadav as Nandini and Mr. Yadav as Kumar. After the initial chat, Guru-ji introduced me to both Mr. and Mrs. Yadav and explained that Meenakshi was ill and could not come. 

Guru-ji: Nandini, where is Shilpa? I am not seeing her. 

Mrs. Yadav: Guru-ji, she is taking a bath, as I told her she needs to attain the yagya. 

Guru-ji: Fine. 

Mrs. Yadav: Guru-ji we both are very concerned about her studies. You know that she failed last year and this year also...

Guru-ji interrupted Mrs. Yadav. 

Guru-ji: Nandini, have faith on Linga Maharaj. The yagya will take care of your child. Don't worry. 

All along Mrs. Yadav was standing by her husband and it seemed to me he takes a lot of care for her husband. Just then a nice-looking, jolly girl entered the room. I could realize this was Shilpa. She looked quite matured for a class XII girl I noticed, both inn her face and physically also. She was wearing a green top and a black long skirt and with her hair tied up high and a smile on her face, she looked pretty attractive. Everybody's focus was on her now, obviously. 

Shilpa: Pranam Guru-ji. 

Shilpa came forward and bent to take ashirwad from Guru-ji. I noticed that her boobs jiggled under her top, as she approached the center of the room towards Guru-ji. She must be wearing a loose bra I thought, which we females do wear sometimes at home. I noticed Sanjeev's eyes were already fixed on this girl's very youthful waggling breasts. 

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beta, what's happening to your studies? 

Shilpa: Guru-ji, I am trying my best, but somehow I am unable to produce what I am learning at home. 

Guru-ji: Hmm. Concentration problem. Don't worry Beti, now that I have come, I will take care. 

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

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, the yagya will make your mind blossom fully and you will have no problems in concentration there on. 

Shilpa along with her parents seemed very pleased with Guru-ji's words. I could realize all this time while Guru-ji and Shilpa conversed, Mr. Yadav was giving me stares through his specs. Mrs. Yadav was still standing very close to him. Initially I didn't notice that, but now I am quite sure that he was eyeing me. Out of natural womanly virtue, I adjusted my sari over my boobs and hips though it was perfectly all right. I looked at Mrs. Yadav if she is noticing her husband, but she seemed too engrossed with Guru-ji's words.

Guru-ji: Okay then, Nandini lets move to the 'puja ghar'. 

Guru-ji and Sanjeev followed Mrs. Yadav and I had to trail them and was rather happy to get out of Mr. Yadav's eyesight. The 'puja ghar' seemed at the end of first floor, but I saw there were steps going above. Mrs. Yadav was climbing the steps first followed by Guru-ji, then me, and last was Sanjeev. As I looked up, my eyes automatically focussed on Mrs. Yadav's huge undulating gaand, as she climbed the steps. Probably a blind man also would not miss that. Mrs. Yadav, though looked nearing 40 age wise, I noticed her bottoms looked quite tight and firm as they swayed behind her sari. Guru-ji was just behind her and his face was nearly touching her swinging gaand as he followed her. 

Alarm bells immediately rang in my ears, as I realized my moving ass would also be a feast for Sanjeev's eyes, as he was just behind me climbing the steps. I had no way to bypass the situation and had to climb the stairs just in front of him. It must have been a grand view for Sanjeev, as by any means my bottom-line was pretty attractive for a woman of 28. Thankfully there were only a handful of steps and we were there at the 'puja ghar', which was located at one-and-half floor. 

Guru-ji: Nandini, I notice you are panting. But you only climbed a small number of steps? 

Mrs. Yadav: Ji Guru-ji, I have developed this problem recently. 

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, check her pulse once. 

Sanjeev: Okay Guru-ji. 

Guru-ji and I walked past them into the puja-ghar, but as I glanced back I saw Sanjeev standing to Mrs. Yadav alarmingly close, which sparked a curiosity in my mind. The puja-ghar was a rather small room with images of gods and goddesses. Guru-ji was busy to unload the yagya items and asked me separate the flowers and garlands, but I was rather interested to see what Sanjeev was doing. So I shifted my position such that I was quite close to the door. 

Mrs. Yadav: I do not believe in these allopathy medicines Sanjeev. Dr. had given me some, but am not taking. 

Sanjeev: But Nandini Madam, your problem will aggravate if you do not take the pills. 

Mrs. Yadav: What more aggravation of problems are you talking about Sanjeev? You know Kumar. He is a drunkard. Moreover, he is now handicapped for the past 5 years. Shilpa failed last year. Sanjeev, which way should I go? 

I could not see them directly, but could hear them clearly and was getting an unknown thrill overhearing them like this. I could clearly sense that Sanjeev has a good relation with Mrs. Yadav, as she was quite frank to him. 

Sanjeev: But Nandini Madam, you cannot change your destiny. Still I tried to do my best within my limited capacity. 

Now I shifted my position more towards the door. I looked from the corner of my eyes at Guru-ji and saw he was quite occupied in arranging for the yagya. The pathway to the puja-ghar was adequately lit up and hence I could clearly see Mrs. Yadav and Sanjeev. I noticed there was certainly a changed behavioral pattern in Mrs. Yadav - in front of his husband and now in his absence. Sanjeev to my utter shock was almost hugging Mrs. Yadav! 

I could not believe my eyes and my eyes almost popped out seeing this scene. Sanjeev's one hand was roaming around Mrs. Yadav's waist and buttocks and she was also leaning on to Sanjeev in a way, which was very indicative. I noticed she stood as if with a broken waist and her buttocks were looking very provocative, protruding outside, and boobs were thrusting forward towards Sanjeev. As a woman I could readily understand Mrs. Yadav's intention seeing her pose. 

Mrs. Yadav: I do not blame you Sanjeev, it's my destiny. I have been suffering for 5 years. 

Sanjeev remained silent. I could well understand that there was a relation among them, most likely physical, because no married woman would allow another male to touch her the way Sanjeev was holding her. With a handicapped husband, I could clearly see the missing desired sex life in Mrs. Yadav. 

I could clearly see that Sanjeev's right hand was now very evidently feeling Mrs. Yadav's flesh of her wide ass cheeks over her sari and she was also inclining more and more towards Sanjeev. I couldn't see Sanjeev's left hand from my position. Was it on her boobs? I guess so because the way Mrs. Yadav is subtly moving her heavy ass in the standing position, it was very suggestive. I was deriving immense pleasure, I don't know why, overseeing them in that compromising position. 

Sanjeev: Nandini Madam lets go inside, otherwise Guru-ji might. 

Mrs. Yadav: Yes, yes. Kumar can also silently come down the hallway here. 

I realized they were parting and I pretended to be engaged in my work with flowers. Sanjeev came inside, followed by Mrs. Yadav. 

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, did you find a faster pulse in Nandini? 

Sanjeev: No Guru-ji, its normal. 

Mrs. Yadav: Guru-ji, when shall I ask Shilpa to come here? 

Guru-ji: I will need all three of you in the beginning. I will send Sanjeev to call you. Still it will at least take half an hour to arrange everything.

Mrs. Yadav: Okay Guru-ji. 

Guru-ji: As you know, in the yagya, all should sit in clean white clothes. 

Mrs. Yadav: Yes Guru-ji, I remember that. 

Then within half-an-hour all was ready for the yagya. The fire was created at the center of the room with the image of Linga Maharaj just behind that. There were so many items neatly arranged by Guru-ji, me, and Sanjeev that I appreciated the arrangement in my mind. Sanjeev closed the door and Guru-ji started the yagya. It started at 9:00 p.m. With the fire flame, the scent of sandal incense sticks, and Guru-ji chanting mantras loudly the atmosphere within the room instantly changed. Guru-ji sat in front of the fire and Sanjeev to his left and myself to his right. Sanjeev had already called the Yadav family. 

Mr. Yadav was wearing the white kurta and pajama, as he was wearing earlier when I met him in the drawing room. As he came I noticed he was leaning on to his wife and trembling. What a change in Mrs. Yadav! She seemed to be so devoted to her husband now, as I saw her bringing him to the puja-ghar. She has changed her sari and was wearing a white cotton sari along with a white blouse, which was extremely transparent, I must quote. Anyone and everyone could clearly see the position of her white bra inside and her fair skin through the transparent material. Shilpa was wearing a nice tight-fitting embroidered white salwar suit and looked quite appealing, as she was not using a chunri. They all sat opposite us in front of the fire. 

Initial mantras and worship went on for around 20 minutes. I really had nothing much to do once the yagya started. The atmosphere in the room was getting stuffy with the smoke and the heat of the yagya fire, more so as the room was pretty small and there was no ventilation. I realized since I was sitting close to the fire, I was sweating and my armpits and lower back were already wet. 

Guru-ji: Now, I will do the individual ritual for Shilpa. Each of the parents must participate in it. Though the main yagya will be involving Shilpa Beti alone, but this is also mandatory. 

Mr. Yadav: Guru-ji, if you start with me it would be of help as... 

Guru-ji: Yes Kumar, absolutely. I do not want to strain you unnecessarily. I will start with you and then release you. You can take rest. 

Mr. Yadav: Thanks Guru-ji. 

Mrs. Yadav: Guru-ji, please call me when you are done with Kumar. 

Guru-ji nodded and Mrs. Yadav and her daughter went off and Sanjeev again closed the door. 

Mr. Yadav was again giving stares at me, but I was more concerned about sweating. My blouse was getting wet already. I wiped of some of the sweat from my back and neck with my pallu. Just then Mr. Yadav talked to me for the first time. 

Mr. Yadav: Guru-ji, Anita is feeling hot I guess, can we not keep the door open? 

I was shocked to see he was addressing me by my name straightway. I was quite irritated understanding that he was watching me closely. 

Guru-ji: No Kumar. That would deviate concentration. 

Mr. Yadav: Right, right. 

Guru-ji: Anita, you will now act as Kumar's medium in this part of the yagya. 

I looked dumb, as I was still not sure what exactly I have to do to be the 'medium.' 

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

Sanjeev already was preparing for the 'bhog' I noticed sometime back and now I realized that there was no other option but to go and help Mr. Yadav to stand. I had to do that. I alighted from my sitting position and had to wriggle my ass a little in front of these three males as my petticoat and sari were sticking to my ass. I then went to the opposite end to Mr. Yadav. 

Me: Can you stand up alone Mr. Yadav? 

Mr. Yadav: No Anita. I need your help. 

I was getting increasingly irritated each time he was taking my name, but was helpless due to Guru-ji's presence. Before I could offer an assist, he grabbed my hand and with the other hand put pressure on his walking cane to stand up. In turn, I held his hand and shoulder and helped him. He was very shaky as he walked and I felt bad for the disabled condition of this man. I offered to hold my shoulder, as I saw Mrs. Yadav was doing, and he walked better clinging to my blouse-covered shoulder. 

Guru-ji: Anita, now hold this 'thali' and offer it to Agnidev first. Kumar, you hold her from behind and whisper mantra in her ears, which I tell. And Anita as the medium you will utter that loudly to Agnidev. Okay? 

Me: Ji Guru-ji. 

I took the thali from Guru-ji and stood in front of the fire. Now I was directly in front of Guru-ji, the yagya fire separating us. I noticed Mr. Yadav slowly came and stood behind me with his walking stick. 

Guru-ji: Leave the stick Kumar and hold this book in one hand. 




Anita's Humiliation Continues 02



*NOTE:-

[ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 YEAR AND OLDER.girls, boys, whose appearances in the story as actors of a pornographic movie are also adults even if there is no mention of there age anywhere in the story.]

[This is not a stand alone story.It does not involve direct sex also.But the emphasis is on creating as much erotic situations as possible as stories progresses.Be patient with the pace of the story as it is not a stroke story.You patience will definitely get rewarded handsomely later.]

The order of parts are as follows :

1]Introduction of our Heroine Anita

2]Introduction of our Heroine Anita 2

3]Anita's Humiliation Continues 1

4]Anita's Humiliation Continues 2

5]Anita's Humiliation Continues 3

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Since my arms were extended above my head, he virtually had an unrestricted access to my upper part of the body and as he adjusted himself on my top, he even pressed by right boob with his elbow at least twice and also even touched my pussy over my sari as if adjusting his crotch. He positioned himself perfectly over me for fucking and I was feeling so very dishonored lying like this with two other males looking at me. Mr. Yadav now whispered his prayer at my ears and while doing that he licked and bite my ears too. Though my eyes were closed, I could very well realize that Sanjeev, who was sitting so close to me, must have been seeing this old man's acts. 

Now Mr. Yadav fed me with the fluid and while doing that his right hand was resting completely on my left peak and he was even openly pressing a particular portion of my bulging flesh, as he had traced my hard poking nipple through my blouse and sari. Sanjeev again helped him with the bowl and spoon and now I relayed his prayer to Linga Maharaj. I only knew what I said to Linga Maharaj, as I was again getting horny with this intimate cuddling by Mr. Yadav in the name of prayers. 

I had to repeat the procedure a total of three times for his six prayers and at the end I was not only sweating profusely, but also having a very violent orgasm. As understandable during the later prayers, Mr. Yadav was more aggressive in his hugs while he whispered prayers in my ears. Once he even touched and brushed his thick bearded lips on my tender lips and tried to kiss me, but I was alert enough to avoid that. With later prayers he gyrated his pelvis even more indicatively and felt my whole body. And with each time helping Mr. Yadav, Sanjeev made sure that he touched every part of my lower part of the body. I felt him cupping my ass cheeks at least twice or thrice and felt the shape of my thighs over my sari on all the occasions he tried to help Mr. Yadav. 

As I was not wearing a panty, my vaginal discharge was now dripping down my pussy to my inner thighs making my petticoat wet. I was then thinking that I wish I had my panty on. When this process was over with Guru-ji and Sanjeev shouting "Jai Linga Maharaj" and Mr. Yadav finally leaving my body, Sanjeev nailed the final pin to my humiliation crusade. 

Sanjeev: The room has become very hot Guru-ji. We are all sweating. We should take a small break Guru-ji. 

Guru-ji: Yes, we can take a small break, but we must complete everything within auspicious time, which is by midnight. 

I had got up from the floor by that time and realized that I immediately needed to adjust my bra, as Mr. Yadav had almost got my left nipple out of my bra cup through his continuous pushing and pressing on my breast area. But I simply could not do that in front of these males and was planning to go to the toilet in fact. 

Sanjeev: Right Guru-ji. Mr. Yadav, can you give your hanky once. I am sweating too much. 

Mr. Yadav looked visibly puzzled. I realized immediately what was Sanjeev referring to. It was not Mr. Yadav's handkerchief, but my panty kept in his pocket in a crushed form. 

I was feeling so nervous and anxious and did not know how to manage the situation. Same seemed the case with Mr. Yadav. 

Mr. Yadav: I mean err... this is not my hanky. 

Sanjeev: Is it someone else's? 

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

Sanjeev: O! But it resembles one surely. By the way, what is it? 

Mr. Yadav was looking at me now and I really was frozen, as I saw no way out. 

Sanjeev: Is there any problem? Am I asking anything too personal sir? 

Mr. Yadav had to answer something now and he let the cat out of the bag. 

Mr. Yadav: It's nothing of that sort. I mean... err... 

He paused just a little, glanced at me and reveled that the thing in his pocket was not a hanky, but my panty! 

Mr. Yadav: Actually when we went to the toilet, I mean when Anita went to the toilet, she was feeling some discomfort, so she decided to take off her panty. As she had no proper place to keep it, I kept it in my pocket. 

Saying that Mr. Yadav pulled out my panty from his pocket and openly showed it to Sanjeev. I lowered my eyes in extreme shame and felt like dying in front of these males. All three males were looking intently and attentively to my scanty undergarment. Sanjeev again remarked a superfluous humiliating statement. 

Sanjeev: Oh! Madam then you are panty-less now? 

I did not reply to his question and tried to avoid the situation. 

Me: Guru-ji, if you please excuse me I will go to the toilet once. 

Guru-ji: Surely Anita. But be back within five minutes, as the next yagya custom will involve Nandini. 

I got off from the floor and almost snatched my 'displayed' panty from Mr. Yadav's hand and went out of the room towards the toilet. I heard a soft laughter from Sanjeev and Mr. Yadav and felt so very offended and cursed myself time and again about my mistake of putting my undergarment into his pocket. I went to the toilet and washed my face and pulled up my sari and petticoat and washed my inner thighs too, which were sticky with my vaginal discharges, and then wore my panty though it was slightly wet in the front. As usual almost the whole of my round gaand remained exposed out of my panty line and I lowered my sari and tried to look normal and decent. 

When I was back, I could not see Mr. Yadav, he must have left the puja-ghar and went to the drawing room, and Mrs. Yadav was there instead. 

At last, more... 

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Seeing Mrs. Yadav again, I smiled at her and she smiled back. I thought if she only knew what his husband was doing with me all this time! Mrs. Yadav was in the complete white attire as before and now with more sweating, her bra was even more visible through the flimsy material of her blouse. She and Sanjeev sat side by side before the yagya fire opposite Guru-ji. 

Guru-ji: Nandini, all this time Kumar was praying for Shilpa Beti abiding the norms of this ritual. This yagya demands for a medium, which would transfer your prayers to Agnidev and Linga Maharaj. For you, Sanjeev will act as the medium. 

Mrs. Yadav: Okay Guru-ji. 

Guru-ji: Anita, if you feel you can go and relax outside, as I would not require you right now. 

For a moment I thought to agree to it, but remembered that Mr. Yadav would be around outside and he would definitely lust for me again in his wife's absence. At the same time, the smoke and the heat in the room was also suffocating me somewhat. 

Mrs. Yadav: You can spend sometime with my daughter. She must be feeling bored as I am here now. 

I thought that was not a bad idea and that way I would also be avoiding Mr. Yadav and his forceful approaches. 

Me: Okay. That would be better. Where is she? 

Mrs. Yadav: You go down the hallway and stairs and instead of going straight to the drawing room, turn left. Shilpa is in her room only. 

Me: Fine. Guru-ji then... 

Guru-ji: Sure Anita, you can chat with Shilpa Beti and I can finish off with Nandini by that time. 

I nodded and went out of the puja-ghar. I was really curious to know how Mrs. Yadav would behave in front of Guru-ji with Sanjeev. I wondered if the norms would remain the same for Mrs. Yadav as it was with me or would be something different. I was again getting a feel of unnecessarily curiosity within me. But now that I was out from that room, I had little option to see Sanjeev and Mrs. Yadav. I was thinking how could I steal a peep into the puja-ghar, but as I was walking simultaneously, I reached the stairs and started descending towards the drawing room pathway. I remembered Mrs. Yadav told to turn left for Shlipa's room. 

As I turned left I encountered a person, looked like the servant of the house and he looked at me questionably, which was obvious too. 

Me: Actually Mrs. Yadav told me to go to Shilpa's room. Where is her room? 

The servant indicated to a door and we were standing almost in front of that. 

Me: Thanks. 

The servant went away and I stepped ahead and knocked at the door. There was no response from inside the room. The door was locked. I knocked again. 

Shilpa: Who is it? 

I could clearly make out from her voice that my knocking irritated her. I was wondering what I would reply to who I was because surely she would not recognize me by my name. Fortunately I did not have to reply and Shilpa opened the door. She peeped her face from the thick curtain on the door. 

Shilpa: O! It's you Aunty. I thought... 

She did not complete the sentence and let open the door for me to get in. 

Me: Your mom actually is busy in the yagya now. So I thought to spend some time with you. 

Shilpa smiled and welcomed me to her room. As I entered the room, she locked the door behind me. The room was quite spacious, well decorated and with lots of electronic gadgets. As I turned my eyes from the room furniture towards Shilpa, I was a bit surprised to see that she was not wearing the pajama of her suit and was walking in front of me only wearing the long white kurta. Though she looked decent as she was covered till her knees, I could not find a proper reason for her at that time to be like that. 

Shilpa: Aunty, you are with Guru-ji for how long? 

Me: Actually I am with him for not so long, only recently. 

As she talked she looked visibly uncomfortable and I noticed she was breathing heavily too. Her tight salwar was making her boobs look more prominent as she breathed heavily. 

Me: What problems are you having in your studies? 

I sat on the couch as I asked the above. Shilpa stood in the middle of the room and was probably hesitating for something and I looked questionably at her. 

Shilpa: Aunty you sit for a minute. I will be back from the toilet. Actually I was going for it and hence had opened my pajama also. 

Me: Oh! Okay, okay. I will wait. You can just switch on the TV for me. 

As I said that I noticed the video player kept below the television was already ON! 

Me: Were you watching any movie? 

Listening to my question, suddenly there was a change in Shilpa's face I noticed. She looked visibly anxious. 

Shilpa: How do you know that I mean... 

Me: The video player is ON, that's why I said. 

Shilpa: Oh! 

She said in such a tone, as if she missed it completely. I saw the TV was switched off and could well realize now surely she was watching a movie and as soon as I knocked she switched the TV off, but forgot to switch off the video player. The teenager looked evidently caught red handed and now tried to act smart. 

Shilpa: Yes Aunty, but that's actually a very boring movie. I will switch on the TV for you. 

I was getting curious now out of my natural instinct and wanted to know what Shilpa was watching. I must know why she had taken off her pajama though she said she was going to the toilet, but I was not convinced. As she proceeded to switch on the TV, I could see she was wearing a pink panty through the long cut of her kurta. Generally the salwar suits that I wear has the cut at the sides below my waistline, but I noticed in the kurta, which Shilpa was wearing, it was much higher, in fact above waistline, and it was abundantly exposing her sides and part of her petite butts even. I appreciated again in my mind her captivating figure. 

Me: What's the name of the movie?

Shilpa: It's a dubbed film Aunty. Very slow, you wont like it watching from the middle. 

I could well realize that she tried her best trying to refrain me from watching it, but I was now quite focussed to check that out. 

Me: Shilpa, its just time pass. In 10-15 minutes Guru-ji will call you. Lets watch that only. 

I left no way out for Shilpa and she reluctantly switched on the television for the movie to continue. I noticed that she was very quick enough to get inside the attached toilet with her white pajama in her hand. I concentrated on the TV screen and after some blurring on the screen the movie started playing. 

Me: Ooooooooooooooh! 

The very first shot that I saw was a passionate kissing scene. The shot was taken from close quarters and then camera slowly zoomed out. The male actor was hugging the actress tightly and sucking her lips. The actress was also responding by scratching his back and pulling his hairs. They were in a room, but not on bed. Indeed the scene was hot, as the actress was wearing very scanty clothes and the actor was touching her everywhere. The camera panned from the back of the actress and rested at a side-view. The heroine was wearing something better than a brassiere, which could not hold her big sized breasts with a very small skirt advertising her ample-sized bottoms. I was shocked to see that the actress was not even wearing a bra. I must say she was looking extremely sexy in that outfit. It was a long teasing scene and they both were kissing and fondling each other for an extended period of time and throughout the camera panned on the heavy dose of skin exposure by the actress. The male actor was doing everything that sometime ago Mr. Yadav was doing to me behind the closed door of the toilet. 

I could very well realize now why Shilpa was breathing heavily and had opened her pajama and was probably at the verge of masturbating when I knocked. It was a dubbed South Indian film and things were getting hotter on the screen every moment, as I noticed the actress was made topless removing her bra-like top, which was in any case quite nonexistent. Automatically and unknowingly my hands went to my breasts and felt my flesh and touched my nipples over my blouse and bra. My ears were red and I was also breathing heavily now exactly like Shilpa. I am at least 8 years elder than her, but the effect was probably the same. 

I was really not used to see such movies though my husband did bring some porn VCDs after my initial days of marriage, but they were all English. In fact I have rarely watched such desi masala video. In most of the English porn VCDs that my husband brought everything was so very direct -- the actress came to the screen almost naked, the males simply waiting to drop their pants, and intercourse was like bread and butter. I admitted in my mind that I liked this desi exposure and heating up process much more than what my hubby used to bring. 

The actress was now only wearing a black panty and she was indeed a buxom lady flaunting her assets on the screen shamelessly. The male actor was also stripped to his chaddi and his erect covered tool was making me feel so restless. At that very moment, the door of the room opened and another lady appeared and from the dialogues I could realize that the two females were sisters who both loved this man. In no time, the male actor dragged the newcomer into the room and closed the door and in no time the newcomer girl was also stripped to her undergarments. Now the man was hugged from the front by the newcomer girl clad in her bra and panty, and he was hugged from behind by the original girl wearing only a panty. Both girls were pressing their ripe mangoes on the male actor's body. 

Me: Oooooooooooooooooo! O! My god! 

When this blow hot scene was going on, the toilet door opened and Shilpa entered the room. I saw her eyes were stuck to the screen as well. In fact, any woman from 18-46 would have their nipples hardened seeing this sort of a scene. Shilpa like me was no exception. But I had to react so that things looked normal and I could not simply sit and watch this porn stuff with this teenager, though very honestly I wanted to see more. 

Me: What's this? You were watching this sort of a movie? 

Shilpa was in the apologetic mode right away. 

Shilpa: Aunty, believe me, I did not know it was like this. My brother gave it to me and said to watch privately. Aunty, please do not tell my parents. 

Me: Brother?!? 

Shilpa: Actually he is my father's elder brother's son, he is in college now. 

Shilpa was visibly nervous and came near and held my hands. 

Me: Your parents are so very concerned about you and you are wasting time by watching these filthy things! 

I tried to act like a strict elder and Shilpa now virtually broke in my arms. She started weeping almost hugging me. Again in my mind I appreciated her developing figure. She was leaning on to me and my hands were touching her taut boobs, and they were so tight over her dress that I was made to remember my school days. I also had a good attractive figure in my college days, but of course I didn't have the sharpness of Shilpa and overall she looks prettier than me. 

Me: Shilpa do not try to act innocent. You are not a little girl by any means, but to me you appears to be more than 19 year old. 

I tried to shrug her off my body. She was still leaning a bit and wiped her wet eyes. I noticed her young breasts were protruding forward stretching her tight kurta fabric, as she breathed heavily due to sobbing. I do not know what went past my mind and suddenly I started behaving like a very strict teacher who had as if caught a misconduct of a pupil in class. Was I jealous of her very attractive developing figure, or her prettier face than mine, or her compromised situation before me? I really could not comprehend why, but I started conducting myself in the shoes of a 'mistress.' 

Me: Okay, enough. Stand properly. 

I had paused the movie on the video player prior, as soon as I started conversing with Shilpa. She stood erect now and was not getting courage to look into my eyes. 

Me: Shilpa, tell me the truth and then I will not let your parents know anything, but truth. I only saw a part of it, but you must have seen the whole movie? 

Shilpa did not raise her eyes and nodded affirmatively. 

Me: Tell me the story. 

Shilpa: Aunty err... its mostly... I mean there is no... 

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

Me: Whatever is the story just tell me. 

Shilpa: Okay Aunty. Please don't get angry. I am telling. Actually there is a girl who came for an outing at a sea beach with her family. She has two more sisters and here they meet another group and become friendly with them. The three sisters have an affair with the three boys of that group. Even the parents were shown to have affairs. Aunty there is nothing in the story. 

Shilpa told the entire thing looking at the floor and I was getting an eccentric feeling of supremacy over this sweet teenager girl which appears barely 19-20 years old. 

Me: Which part did you like the best Shilpa? 

Shilpa: Aunty I told you its very boring, only full of those scenes. I didn't like the film at all. 

Me: Then why had you opened your pajama? 

Shilpa: Aunty err... I actually... I told you I wanted to go to.... 

She was stammering and trying to voice a confident reply, but I did not give her any chance to do that. 

Me: Am I to believe that each time you go to the bathroom, you remove the lower part of your dress? 

Shilpa kept her head down and stood dumb. 

Me: I want to know the truth. 

Shilpa: Aunty actually, I mean, I was feeling very restless and hot seeing the scenes and so... 

Me: How many times have you seen it? 




Anita's Humiliation Continues 02



Shilpa: This was the second time. I swear Aunty. 

Me: When did you watch it first time? 

She again kept dumb and was twitching her lips with her teeth. I was also feeling a circulatory boost within my blood vessels, as I was as if interrogating this sexy chick. 

Shilpa: Aunty, please don't tell mom. She would beat me to death. 

Me: I will not till the time you reply me. 

I tried to sound very strict.

Shilpa: Last evening, mom went shopping and dad was in the study and then I watched it. 

Me: Did you get the same feeling like today? 

Shilpa: Yes Aunty. 

Me: You opened your pajama yesterday also? 

I knew I was going a bit too far and asking too many private questions to this teenager, but I felt great thrill in cross-examining her. Shilpa's face turned visibly red at this question and his hands automatically crossed in front of her pussy. Shilpa nodded her head in negation. 

Me: Tell the truth Shilpa. 

Shilpa: Aunty I am telling the truth. Yesterday evening I was wearing a skirt, so... 

Me: Okay, say that. 

I realized she must have fingered and rubbed her pussy pulling up her skirt. 

Me: Shilpa, do one thing. You just forward the movie to the portion, which you liked the most. Here is the remote. 

I handed her the remote and she was obviously tentative about doing that, but I portrayed a very strict appearance and commanding mode such that it looked very real. She took the remote, but was still thinking. 

Me: What happened? 

Shilpa: Aunty the film is full of those scenes. 

Me: But you enjoyed them, isn't it? I want to see which part you enjoyed the most. Don't panic. I will not tell you anything. Just fast forward to that scene. 

Though Shilpa was hesitant, but did not have the courage probably to drag the conversation further. She started fast forwarding the video and stopped after a while and pressed on the "play" button. The movie rolled on and both of us were concentrating on the television screen. Shilpa stopped the movie at a place where a girl was walking on the sea beach with a boy. Both were teenagers [barely 19 year old]. It was not the same actress, whom I was watching when Shilpa was in the toilet. She must be the sister of that girl, I presumed. She was walking uncomfortably on the beach as her miniskirt was rising time and again due to the wind and exposing her legs. She was trying to cover her properly when the boy suggested her to sit on the beach. The girl liked the idea, but as she sat on the sand, the stiff wind raised her skirt so much that her panty-covered ass was flashed on the screen. 

I looked at Shilpa from the corner of my eye and she was already breathing heavier and her hand on her pelvic area. I concentrated back on the TV screen. The girl could not even sit properly that the boy jumped on her and started pulling up her dress from everywhere. It looked so odd and it was clearly meant for male audience pleasure I understood, as time and again the girl's skirt was pulled up to her waist by the boy exposing her white panty. Though the girl was trying to keep her skirt down, the effort was not enough. Within moments the girl's top flew in the wind on the beach and her upper part was only clad in a white brassiere. Though she appeared like a teenager, I noted she had full boobs and they were abundantly groped and massaged by the boy on the open beach. The boy was now kissing the girl and also cupping her ripe mangoes over her bra. 

I again took my eyes off the television screen to look at Shilpa only to find that both of us were watching the movie with our hands on our respective pussies. There was no difference in our approach - myself being married or Shilpa being a virgin. The fire in me was still there because of what Shilpa's father did to me some minutes prior and seeing all these hot activities, I again started feeling the tightness within my blouse and the itching in my vagina. 

The scene continued and I noticed Shilpa's eyes wide open and glued to the screen. And why not? Even if I had the opportunity to watch this sort of pron at my teenage, I would get the same thrill. The boy was off of his jeans and T-shirt and was down to his shorts and the actress was almost naked except for her white inner wears. The boy was already in the fucking position with the girl below him and gyrating his hips very provocatively on her pelvis and squeezing her ample boobs with both hands. The camera was sometimes zooming on the girl's face, boobs, and within the gap of her legs being parted below the boy's legs and she was uttering all kinds of sexual sounds. 

Me: Decrease the sound. 

Shilpa immediately controlled the volume so that sound did not go outside the room and she was so engrossed watching this hot sequence that she did not even bother to look at me. In no time the television screen became a sexual ground with the girl was stripped completely naked and the boy also threw off his shorts and took out his lund. Seeing a male penis made me very excited again and the boy was all ready to penetrate her on the open beach. I wondered where it was shot. The beach though looked empty, the girl and the boy were now absolutely naked. I was really not ware that our desi actors and actresses have become so bold and hot scenes like these are shot in the open! The camera was showing the girls' pussy in close up, but I was dying to see the actor's penis, but that was rarely shown. Strangely the fucking scene did not continue for long and abruptly the next scene showed two girls on bed chatting. 

Shilpa: Aunty, the scene is over. 

Me: I can see that. 

I was a bit dejected for the short longevity of the fucking session, but there was more waiting for me. The two girls chatting readily turned into a long and erotic lesbian scene and honestly for the first time in my life I was seeing lesbianism and that too with desi girls like us! Both girls were wearing nighty, but of course very sexy types exposing a lot of flesh. They came closer and started kissing each other and each one was squeezing each other's boobs simultaneously making things look extremely obscene. The kissing was so slow and teasing, each girl licking and sucking the other girls' lips, I was slowly getting wet within my panty now. A girl kissing a girl -- I had never seen this and I could realize my heart was beating faster and seeing this after the initial fucking scene on the beach, unknowingly both my hands went to my heavy bosom and started tracing and twisting my nipples over my sari and blouse. I could even hear my own heart beat! 

I looked at Shilpa and she was no different. She also was breathing deeply and her boobs were now looking even sexier in her tight kurta going up and down. I turned to the movie again. The two girls were crossing all limits now. They had opened their nighties and were clad only in their panties now. They both had good-sized boobs and were looking extremely appealing in topless condition on bed. Their naked and freely hanging boobs were swaying and jerking at every movement and each girl in turn were pinching each others' nipples. Things looked really hot and wild when they started licking each other's bare boobs and squeezed each other's buttocks over their panties. 

Right at that moment, a very weird idea struck me. Though for a moment I thought I should not proceed with it, but considering the compromising position Shilpa was in, I thought to go ahead with it. Honestly, I wanted to experience this new approach of excitement I was seeing on screen. The girls displayed heights of shamelessness when they pulled each other's panties down and started licking each other's pussies. I must admit I was getting excited by the moment seeing this desi lesbianism. I made up my mind. 

Me: Shilpa. 

I tried to speak in a strong cold voice, but my sexual thrill inside made my voice tremble. Shilpa was also not prepared for a word from me right at the middle of this blow hot scene. So she was a bit startled and looked up at me questionably. 

Me: Come here. 

Shilpa came forward and stood exactly in front of me. 

Me: I have decided that I will divulge to your parents about your watching these dirty materials. It's the question of your studies, I cannot compro... . 

Shilpa: Aunty, please. What happened? Did I do anything wrong now? Please do not do such a thing. My mom will kill me. Aunty please. 

Me: No, no. I cannot let you go.

Shilpa almost was begging me for a let off now. She held both my hands and was pleading me. 

Shilpa: Aunty, please. Mom will make my life hell if she comes to know about this. I will do anything for you Aunty. Please Aunty don't tell... 

Me: Okay, okay. I can let you go on one condition. 

Shilpa: I will do it, but please aunty, don't tell mom. 

Me: Shilpa I want you to enact the scene here that's going on in the movie. 

Shilpa looked very puzzled. She was looking blank almost. 

Shilpa: W-h-a-t? 

I looked at her eyes and tried to look as firm as possible. 

Me: You do what you see on TV. 

Shilpa: Aunty, I did not get you fully. You mean... 

Me: Yes Shilpa. If you are so interested in watching these, I feel you must be equally interested in doing so. Right? 

Shilpa looked with a very surprised face at me. She could not expect this sort of an approach from me I could realize very well. But for me the itching of my pussy is more important now than what this teenager thinks about me. 

Shilpa: Aunty you mean I will do what the girls are doing in the movie? 

Me: Yes and hurry up. Otherwise... 

I did not have to complete my sentence as Shilpa agreed readily now. 

Shilpa: Okay Aunty. I will do it. Will do it. 

She was in a mixture of excitement, panic, and anxiousness regarding the whole subject. 

Me: Get the video at the beginning of this scene. 

Now I started to act quickly. I got up on the bed and indicated her to follow me. She started rewinding the video to the end of the beach fucking scene and paused there. She then followed suit and got up on the bed. The bed was a double bed and large sized. As she crawled on her knees on the bed to come near me, I saw her kurta's neckline hung low exposing her tight biggies. 

Me: You have a nice figure. 

Shilpa could not even speak anything now. Her face was clearly saying that she was so very apprehensive at my approach. She just nodded. 

I tried to guess her bra size, should be 30. I know pretty soon once she starts dating and with the introduction of a boyfriend, her boobs would certainly grow to larger size. 

Me: Turn on the video in slow motion and you do exactly what you see on screen. Okay Shilpa? 

Shilpa: Okay Aunty. 

Shilpa was still evidently hesitant and I had to take the command of the situation. The video started in slow motion and the two girls were again seen lying in bed chatting among them. I pulled Shilpa close to my body with somewhat trembling hands. My heart was thumping, as I was about to get into my first lesbian experience. Never ever in my life did I think of this, but today due to the situational urge I dragged myself into it. I was not only feeling quite nervous now, but also a bit shaky though Shilpa had lowered her eyes as I touched her. Her pretty face was turning red and her palms were cold, I guess out of anxiousness. The sexual heat and drive within me took my mind's control and I in turn took Shilpa in my control. 

In the movie, the girls were now close enough and started embracing each other. I hugged Shilpa and felt her young perky boobs almost bounced off my matured heavy bosom. She was very hesitant to hold me and I forced her to hold my blouse covered back and we started feeling each other's bodies. 

Shilpa: Aunty I am feeling very uncomfortable. 

She almost whispered in my ears. I hugged her more close to my body and assured her. 

Me: If you did not feel uncomfortable watching it, why are you feeling ashamed now? Just watch the movie and not think of anything else. 

Saying that I brushed my cheeks on hers. Her skin was extremely smooth, the fragrance of youth advertised on every part of her body. The girls on the movie had already started kissing now, but I did not have the courage somehow to kiss this teenager girl [about 19 years old]. Instead I cupped her tight breasts and tried to ignite her. Her boobs were not very large, but they were full and very firm and Shilpa was blushing heavily as I traced my finger on her nipples over her kurta and bra. 

Me: Shilpa your skin is soooooo smoooooooooth! 

Shilpa smiled and blushed again. I now took one hand off her conical breast and held her hand and put it straightway on my blouse covered mammaries. She readily started feeling my full breasts over my blouse and then gently started squeezing them. The action on the television screen made our activities more vivid and courageous. As the girls in the movie hugged, kissed, and almost stripped to nakedness, I was also growing hornier. I dropped my pallu on the bed and even pulled a part of my sari and petticoat above my legs till my knees. Simultaneously I made sure that Shilpa's kurta was also over her tight breasts exposing her bra. 

Me: Shilpa, now open my hooks. 

I whispered in her ears and pulled up her kurta almost to her head exposing her upper part. Shilpa almost shivered at this action as she was shamelessly exposed now. 

Shilpa: Aunty please, don't do it. 

I had no time to listen to her words and wanted the same sexual firepower to explode her too. I dragged her closer and entered my left hand straight within her bra cup and caught her young firm breast within my palm. The feeling of touch on her naked boobs made Shilpa go wild with excitement and my trick worked perfectly on her. She was almost hissing in ecstasy and sexual excitement. Her boob size and vibrant flesh did remind me of my school days again. Little did I knew then that I was unknowingly preparing her for Guru-ji, an incident I would never forget in my life, as that's the only time I saw a LIVE virginity loss session of a innocent 19 year old teenager in front of my eyes. 

I could well understand that my direct touching and cupping of her naked boobs over her bra had made her almost mad with excitement and to add oil to the fire I deliberately twisted her nipples quite hard to turn her on quickly. Shilpa by that time had unbuttoned my blouse fully and I also made her half exposed like me by pulling off her kurta over her head. Now we both were in our bra along with our remaining clothes and fiercely hugging each other. I had driven Shilpa go wild with excitement and she was delivering me the tightest hugs and squeezes at my intimate body parts. Now to make things more exciting, I simply pulled off her pajama knot at one go and brought my heavy body on hers and made her lie down on the bed below me. 

Shilpa: Ouch! 

Shilpa gasped as I did that. Our bra covered breasts were resisting and bouncing against each other and now myself on top of her in a very advantageous position, I caught hold of her bra and pulled it up and exposed her very firm tits completely for the first time. I touched and felt them and honestly they were so smooth, so soft yet so firm that I was somewhat envious. I very well knew the teenage psychology and Shilpa also as if to reciprocate my action, she hugged me tight with her both hands from her lying position and in no time unclasped my bra hook on my back. Unlike my husband who has opened my bra hook the maximum number of times and to tell you the truth, he still fumbles, Shilpa unclasped it in one smooth go and now we were both topless in each other's arms. 

There was practically no need to look at the TV screen now as we both were thoroughly charged. Frankly I was also enjoying and getting excited by Shilpa's touches and hugs though not exactly as it would have been has Shilpa been a male, but still it was a new thrill, which felt extremely good. Since I was still on top of her, Shilpa was fondling, pressing, and gripping my boobs from her lying position making me wild with excitement. I was already pretty wet within my panty and I naturally wanted something to be done there.

Me: Shilpa, my dear, now deliver something more. 

Shilpa: What do you want aunty? 

Me: Open my panty and... 

I did not have to complete the sentence as Shilpa smiled and blushed at the same time and gave the nod. I pulled myself from her body and lied on the bed and she instantly got up and went towards my legs. Her naked boobs sprung and moved very alluringly as there was no bra to hold them. She threw a pillow at me to rest my head and pulled up my sari and petticoat a bit and inserted her hands within and went up towards my waist. A tremor passed my spine as she touched my panty and kept her palm directly on my pussy. I lifted my heavy gaand a bit and wriggled in that position so that Shilpa could pull my panty down easily. 

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! 

I exclaimed as she slowly pulled my panty down till my mid thighs. Now she took her right back to my pelvic area and rested it on my hairy choot. She was feeling my pubic hairs and teasingly pulling some of them with her fingers. 

Shilpa: Aunty you seem to have a jungle there. 

We both laughed at her words and she started massaging my pussy from the outside. 

Me: Aaaaaaaaah! What a relief! 

I again exclaimed and was feeling on top of the world. This is one exercise my husband also would like to do most obediently, i.e. massaging my choot with his palm, rubbing my thick pubic hairs, tracing a finger down my pussy hole to almost my ass hole and then fingering my hole. But his problem is he wants to do this making my lower half completely naked, but the way Shilpa was doing it I was feeling more comfortable as my sari was still tucked at my waist. Generally with my husband on bed, I wear a nighty mostly, though at the initial stage of my marriage on some weekends he forced me to wear skirts on bed and enjoyed my shameless upskirt views. But whatever I wore, skirts or nighties, he liked to do this massaging making me completely naked, which I did not appreciate at all, as most times he was still wearing his vest and pajama or shorts and I felt rather uncomfortable lying like that and my husband sitting down my legs. 

Shilpa continued my choot massage and fingering for quite some time and I was rubbing my firm naked mammaries on my own with my two hands and enjoyed the whole process thoroughly. I turned to the TV screen once to find that the lesbian scene was over, but another sequence was going on where a lady, must be above 35, was wiping the floor and giving a man huge cleavage views. I concentrated back on bed with Shilpa. 

Me: Stop now and come to me. 

Shilpa pulled out her hand from below my sari and crawled towards my face. Her boobs were hanging like two apples and swinging vigorously as she moved. Any male would have voluntary masturbation seeing that scene I thought. At the next moment I thought seeing me lying on bed in topless condition would not also be far behind in terms of voluntary masturbation. I smiled within me reading my own thoughts. 

Me: Do you want the same pleasure? 

Shilpa: No, no aunty. I am okay. 

I pulled her towards me and he fell on my body and I touched her cheeks with my lips and finally was able to kiss her very tender lips. It was not a long one as we both were uncomfortable as we both were kissing a similar gender's lips for the first time in our lives. Shilpa was almost panting after the kiss and looked visibly nervous again. I coaxed her and tried to wipe out the guilt from her mind. At the same time I was on the verge of a discharge after my first lesbian experience and I was pretty much satisfied. Though I was not fucked on both occasions, first by Shilpa's disabled father and now this lesbo thing, still I was not feeling frustrated. 




Anita's Humiliation Continues 02



Me: Who will go to the toilet first? 

Shilpa: Aunty if you don't mind I would like to go first. 

I smiled and nodded. Shilpa got out of the bed and walked topless to the toilet and admittedly she was looking gorgeous. She picked up her bra and kurta off the bed and a fresh panty from the wardrobe for understandable reasons and disappeared behind the toilet door. I was feeling a bit tired now having two orgasms in quick succession. My semi dry panty was again wet almost fully with my vaginal discharge and I was still discharging in slow jet. I just closed my eyes and rested for a while on Shilpa's bed. 

Shilpa: Aunty, you can go now. 

Shilpa looked fresh and I noticed she had changed her hairstyle and was looking prettier. I was still lying on the bed with my milk jugs gaping openly towards the roof and being in the semi-nude condition, my nipples remained taut. I got out of the bed covering my upper treasures with my sari and picked up my blouse and bra and was about to go to the toilet when Shilpa interrupted me. 

Shilpa: Aunty the toilet floor is fully wet as I have splashed water there. It will be better if you leave your sari here. 

Me: Right you are. 

I whiffed off my sari to the floor and was standing now in my petticoat only and my freely hanging uncovered mammaries jiggling with every movement. I noticed Shilpa was staring at my naked boobs in an appreciative manner and I started feeling somewhat proud in my mind for my figure. Shilpa's admiring looks actually made me more inclined about displaying my full figure to her. 

Me: It will be better to leave my petticoat also here. 

Shilpa: As you please Aunty. 

We both laughed a little. I untied my petticoat knot and it slid off my waist brushing my thighs to the floor. I was now standing in front of this 19 year old teenager wearing only a panty. Shilpa did not pronounce anything, but I could gather the "Wow!" from her looks at my naked heavy figure. 

Shilpa: Aunty, your panty is spoiled. It's fully wet. 

I blushed a little hearing this though from a female. I bent a little to note it and found a circular wet mark on the front of my panty. 

Me: I have to take it off. No other way. 

Saying that I went to the toilet and closed the door though in fact there was no need as I was so shamelessly displaying my assets. I cleaned myself getting out of my last clothing and was feeling much fresh. I took my time and dried myself with the towel and got out of the toilet just casually wrapping the towel to my waist. 

Me: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! 

That was what which went out of my mouth as soon as I stepped out of the toilet. I never ever in my wildest dreams expected that there could be someone else present in the room aside for Shilpa. And so I was very relaxed and did not bother to cover my mammaries at all and my towel wrapping on my waist was also very, very inappropriate. In fact, my big ass cheeks were partly exposed as I draped just to cover my hairy pussy. As I stepped out of the wet floor of the toilet with my panty in my hand, what do I see? 

No Shilpa in the room, and a middle aged man standing with a bucket, whom I was seeing for the first time, looked like a servant of the house, standing in front of me! I was so dumbstruck by the situation that I made a complete mess of the whole situation. My first instant reaction getting out of the toilet in an almost naked condition was to cover my big swaying breasts. I tried to do that with both hands struggling to cover my whole proud flesh, ultimately covering only the central portion of my mammaries, i.e. my areolas and nipples, with my palms. This very action made my towel instantly drop from my waist to the floor, as it was not tied and my hairy choot was clearly displayed in front of the servant who was also absolutely astonished seeing me in such a horribly exposed condition. 

Servant: Madam, any problem?

I was in no position to answer his question and never ever in my life I was in such a clumsy position. Now came the worst part. I instantaneously bent down in an entirely naked posture to pick up the towel before that person, who was standing right in front of me. When I was half the way up from my bent position picking up the towel and trying to cover my open pussy again, in a hurry my panty, which I was holding in my right hand, slipped from my fingers. I should have simply ignored that because by that time that guy had seen my body entirely nude and that too in the bright illumination of the room. The light was so adequate that he could probably visually segregate even my pussy hairs! 

After picking up the towel from the floor, I held it in a bunched up fashion in front of my pussy as a cover for it, but as I saw my panty slipping off my fingers, my reflexes prompted me to catch that while it was still in the air and in trying to do that I made an absolute muddle of everything. Though all these were happening within the wink of an eye, but to me it seemed to be never ending. 

The awareness of my naked condition in the presence of a completely unknown man made me so panicky and tensed, I tried to do things in great haste and jumbled up everything. As I tried to catch my panty before it could touch the ground from a half stood up position, I lost my balance and my outstretched fingers in trying to grab it, hit the panty further away from me to the legs that guy standing with the bucket. I was significantly unbalanced, more so due to my heavily built lower half, and was down onto my knees on the floor. Naturally my left hand drifted off my pussy and so was the towel cover, and again my pussy was fully disclosed to the eyes of this lower class man along with my bubbling boobs. 

I did not know what to do and before I could get up and ran into the toilet for a cover, that man who was till then standing with a bucket and gaping at me came forward for my help. For the first time I concentrated for a split second on him -- he was a middle-aged man, very repulsive looking, dark complexioned but well built, wearing a blue shirt and a dhoti and probably had come to clean the toilet. 

Servant: "Madam, careful, careful." 

He moved in quickly and caught me by my naked shoulder. For a split second my position was awesome in that room -- I was unbalanced and standing on my knees on the floor, not a thread on my body, my jiggling vivacious boobs were hanging like two ripe pomegranates and my pinkish red nipples fully erect on them as if inviting that male, and he bent forward supporting me holding me by my shoulder! 

I straightaway jerked his hand off my shoulder and covered my hanging boobs with the towel and stood up. I did not waste a second's time even and ran into the bathroom, which were three to four steps away and I had no other option but to display my huge naked gaand in full proportion to this man till I closed the door. I closed the door and was so, so relieved. I was significantly panting, as I was feeling so ashamed and tensed. I took some time to recover and very soon I realized that I was only behind closed doors, but had simply nothing to wear! I had only the small towel and my wet panty to be dressed with. I tried to make out leaning to the closed toilet door if I could hear Shilpa outside, but there was no noise. Some moments passed and suddenly the servant spoke out almost shaking me. 

Servant: Madam, I will clean the toilet, please dress up quickly. I have other things to do also. 

Me: Wait, wait. 

I was now slowly sweating a bit as I found myself in a tight spot regarding what to do. I looked around in the toilet to look for any used clothes of Shilpa. I did not find any dress hanging on the wall hooks, but as I explored further I found some dress material dumped in a bucket. I jumped into it and ran though it only to find a couple of colored brassieres and panties along with a pleated skirt and a crushed top. I was still standing stark naked within the toilet and as there was no other option I decided to wear whatever was available. 

Servant: How long will I stand Madam? 

The man was nagging me now and was getting over my nerves. I replied him with a stern voice. 

Me: Either wait or call Shilpa once. 

Servant: Madam, Shilpa didi has gone upstairs for some work of Seth-ji. 

I could well understand that I was almost in a catch 22 situation. I could not get out of the toilet naked before a male and simultaneously if I ask this servant to call Mr. Yadav, he would certainly not leave me without enjoying me again when he would find me in this compromising state. The other option was to call Mrs. Yadav who would have saved me, but again she was busy in the yagya. Then I thought if I ask this man to pass me over my sari and blouse, but realized that could invite more trouble as he would knew that I have nothing to wear. So I dropped all ideas of calling this man and concentrated about how to wear whatever was available. 

First thing I did was to wear my own panty, which was available with me though semi wet, but I really had no other alternatives. I bent a little and pulled up my right leg into the cut out hole of the panty and dragged it up till my knees and then pulled up my left leg and inserted it into the other hole and drew it up my smooth thighs to my plump buttocks. I took both my hands to my back and stretched the fabric of the panty on my wide curvy ass cheeks and tried to cover them decently and then wriggled a bit to ensure the whole of my long ass crack was properly covered by my panty. 

Secondly, I picked up the couple of bra and could easily see that they were of same size and were of course of Shilpa. The cups were much smaller compared to what I wear, but there was nothing else I inserted my arms into the straps of the bra and tried to cover my mammaries. I knew it was not possible, but at least now my large roundish areolas were covered along with my perky nipples. I was no longer looking vulgarly indecent. The bra hook remained open at my back. 

Thirdly, I kept aside the other bra and picked up the skirt. It was a nice pleated skirt and fortunately not very short and as I wore it, it covered me pretty decently till my knees. But the problem was elsewhere as the waist circumference was much smaller for me and I could not button it. Shilpa's waist must be 28 or 30 and mine was 34 at least and with my bulging fleshy ass, the skirt fitted rather tight at my buttock area. I ignored it, as I knew once I get out of here, the first thing I would do is to put on my sari. 

The remaining thing to be done was to cover my breast area decently. I lifted up the crushed top from the bucket and tried to smoothen it. Shilpa's top was not getting smoothened at all as probably it was there in a crushed form for a long time. Then when I tried to insert my arms into the sleeves, I realized it was too short and too tight for a full-grown woman like me. I was a misfit from all angles for that modern short top. I dropped it into the bucket again and instead took the towel and stretched it in a way so that my full round globes remain covered tolerably. 

Servant: Madam, any problem? Are you okay? Shall I call Seth-ji? 

Me: No, no. No need to call anyone. I am coming out. 

I was thinking whether I should tell him or not, but decided to tell him. 

Me: Can you do one thing? Lock the door once. 

Servant: Why Madam? 

Me: Actually, I mean.. err... I do not have my sari in the bathroom, so... 

Servant: Yes, yes Madam. I can see your sari on the bed. 

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

Servant: But Madam, the rest of the things must be belonging to you also, as I know very well these are not Shilpa didi's clothes. 

I was thinking what to reply to this odd question by this man. He must have noticed my sari bunched up with my used blouse, petticoat and bra, as they were kept at same place on the bed. 

Servant: Madam all your clothes seem to be here only. What have you taken then in the bathroom? 

Me: Actually I forgot to take them, but... 

I could not even complete my words than he intervened. He seemed to be a very talkative person and I was not at all amused by his words. It not only made irritated, but also was taking me to the height of embarrassment! 

Servant: Oho! Now I realize that's why you were not wearing anything when I saw you. But still Madam, you should be careful. Always lock the door of the room. No one will know that you are... err... 'bilkul nangi'. 

He paused just a little and then started again.

Servant: But Madam let me tell you... Wait one second, let me come close to the door. 

There was silence for a moment and then I heard his voice as if just beside my shoulder. I realized he was glued to the toilet door and was also talking in a low husky voice. 

Servant: Madam, I am telling you a secret. If my Seth-ji had seen you as what I saw, he would not let you go easily. He does not have a good character. He might be disabled, but very cunning. Madam, please be careful. 

He halted briefly. 

Servant: Even Shilpa didi wears very little clothes in her room, but still not like you Madam. Aap to bilkul nangi nikli bathroom se! 

I had no words to reply and stood at the other side of the door with my lips half open to say something, but I could not verbalize anything in shame. 

Servant: Madam, you still tried to cover yourself seeing me, but Shilpa didi does not even care to cover her in front of me! The girl is spoilt already. What more I can say being the servant of the house. 

I gathered some courage and feebly expressed a couple of words. But how long will I continue like this standing within the toilet I wondered. 

Me: I see. 

Servant: I am telling you Madam, but don't tell anybody. Countless number of times I have seen Shilpa didi lying on bed not wearing a dress. 

Me: What? 

Servant: I mean she was not wearing a salwar or a nighty, but she wore only a brassiere and a skirt Madam. I wipe the floor and she remains on bed in that fashion. On same days, when I clean the toilet, she comes up to give me instructions. You know wearing what Madam? 

He paused and probably meant I should ask him. I was getting some encouragement hearing Shilpa's stories, which was surely only out of my womanly virtues, otherwise in this state it was rather impossible to concentrate on anything else, but to save my dignity. 

Me: What? 

Servant: Madam, didi had on her body a short top and just a chaddi like thing, what the girls in the city wear below their skirt. Time and again I forget the name. Madam you were also holding it in your hand. What is its name? I cannot remember it at all. 

Me: I can understand. You don't have to name it. 

Servant: No, no Madam. Tell me once. I forget its name particularly. Actually one day my wife also told me that she wants to wear this below her ghagra, but I objected. These are all city styles. Madam? It starts with "P", isn't it? Pa... pa...? 

I had to tell him and stop this pa... pa... It was so annoyingly embarrassing. 

Me: Panty. 

Servant: Yes, yes Madam. Panty. I cannot remember its name I do not know why. 

I was thinking that now I should ask him again to close the door so that I can get out of the toilet comfortably, but he was talking nonstop. 

Servant: But Madam, it is such a small piece of dress that I wonder why you people at all wear it? You know Madam my Sethani-ji also wears it. When she gives it for a wash, I cannot stop laughing. 

Me: Why? 

I was slowly starting to take pleasures out of this narration and almost out of reflex action asked "why", which the next moment I realized could have been avoided as the reply was very obvious. 

Servant: You must have seen my Sethani-ji Madam. What a gaand she has! What would this little thing cover Madam? You tell me - na gaand, na choot! 

I was shocked to hear such slang terms so directly and casually spoken to me and stood behind closed door speechless. I tried to console my mind by thinking he being a lower class man he must be used to talk such slang. I tried to ignore it, though honestly hearing those words from a male mouth made me feel tight and unknowingly my fingers reached skirt and rested over my 'choot'! 

But when I thought of the reality, I was feeling rather ashamed and irritated that I was tolerating such language from an unknown man, that too a low class person, the servant of the house. In our residence when I came after my marriage, there are fortunately no male servants, but before my marriage in my father's house there was one, but never ever did I hear such direct things from him in colloquial chats. Though his language was okay, but his attitude was not. I distinctly remember he trying to grope my body when he used to bring me from my school in the hand-pulled rickshaw. I was not a small girl then, I was in First year of college, and could very well sense what he was up to, but could never gather the courage to protest as he was there in our house for a long time. 

The servant class is like that only I thought and tried to ignore this man's vulgar words, as I used to ignore my parental servant's groping when I was a teenager in college. Now I had to come out, but as I looked down upon me I was looking disgracefully sexy in this combination of towel and skirt and if any member of the house sees me in this state would certainly think very wrongly against me. So I again decided to ask him to close the door. 

Me: Have you closed the door? 

Servant: No Madam. I will close it right now. 

I heard the noise of the room door closing and felt somewhat relieved. 

Servant: Madam I have closed the door, but how would you come out? All your clothes are on the bed! 

Me: That's none of your concern. 

Servant: Madam, will you come out in the same manner as you came out earlier? I must thank God. 

Me: What rubbish! What do you mean? 

I lost my patience at this nonsense question and opened the latch of the toilet door and came out. I for the first time looked with proper concentration to this man. He was wearing a blue shirt and a white dhoti, dark complexioned but well built, ageing nearing 40. He had the same servant-cutting looks in his face. I noticed the man's eyes as if lit up and he was not looking at my face but staring directly at my sexily clad matured figure. The look was so hungry and shameless that I had to lower my eyelids in uneasiness. The skirt was rather tight on my fleshy thighs and I could not walk properly, moreover I was holding with my left hand to the skirt at my waist, as the button could not be closed due to my wide waistline. 

Servant: Ya Maila! Madam you are looking like Mamta Kulkarni. 

I ignored his words and walked towards the bed where my sari was resting. I was aware that my back was fully naked and the loose bra strap was hanging there and so I tried to walk avoiding to display my back towards this man. But the whole scene changed for me into a hell within the blink of an eye. 

Servant: Where are you going Rani? 

The man jumped in front of me hindering my way towards the bed. I was so taken by surprise at his approach that my skirt almost slipped from my left hand and I lowered my eyes for a moment to gather it properly and the bastard took that advantage and simply snatched the towel off my breasts making my boobs exposed again, though this time being partly covered in Shilpa's bra.

Me: What's this nonsense? Give me the towel. I will shout. 

Servant: You want to shout Rani? Okay. Okay. 

As he spoke, in an unanticipated manner he gripped and twisted my left wrist in a one smooth action and my skirt slipped from my fingers and dropped down near my feet on the floor. 

Servant: Now shout. I want to see how much you can shout my Rani. Shout. 

I was simply thunderstruck at these couple of events, which happened in not more than 30 seconds and stood there speechless before this man. I was standing as if wearing a bikini, if I can term that because Shilpa's bra was so small that it was exhibiting the shape and size of my two matured breasts fully except for covering my areolas and the nipples. I tried to cover my dignity with my arms. 




Anita's Humiliation Continues 03



I was so much annoyed and irritated by this low class man's dirty objectives that I did not feel talking to him. His touches were as if still lingering on my body. The way he touched my panty and clenched my ass cheek I was feeling like slapping him. How dare he touch me there I was thinking! Then I realized these people were like that only, they always look for opportunity and helpless conditions of girls and tries to take advantage of that. The servant class! 

"Aunty! Aunty!" 

I was as if called from my sleep. The magazine was still open on my lap, but my mind went back to my teenage days relating the embarrassing moments I had in the hands of our house servant, which was very similar to the one I had sometime back here in Mr. Yadav's residence though today's experience was awfully shameful myself being a married woman of almost 30. 

Shilpa is calling me. 

Shilpa: Aunty! Aunty!

Me: Ya… err… Yes, what is it? 

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

Shilpa: Guru-ji is calling us. 

Me: Okay, okay. Lets go. 

I kept the open magazine from my lap to the table and adjusted my sari and followed Shilpa. As she walked in front of me, I did note the alluring way she was swaying her kundi. I was as if envying Shilpa for her tight figure though I knew I should not, as she was at least 7-8 years younger than me. Her proportionate ass was dancing within her dress as she walked briskly. I hurried along to keep pace with her. As we entered the puja ghar, I found there everyone of the family - Mr. Yadav, Mrs. Yadav and their daughter who came along with me. Of course, Sanjeev and Guru-ji were also there. 

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

Shilpa: Ji Guru-ji. 

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

Sanjeev: Okay Guru-ji. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: Sure Guru-ji. 

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

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

Me: My goodness! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mrs. Yadav: You naughty. 

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

I was really shocked that Mrs. Yadav being a fully matured woman allowing such lewd acts by an outside male standing in the balcony of her house. Though the road cannot be seen from the balcony, but anyone approaching the house would surely notice her. Mrs. Yadav was clutching Sanjeev in such a way that it seemed to me as if she was a teenager experiencing her first date. Sanjeev was doing his job quite swiftly and in virtually no time he unhooked her white blouse and with both hands slid her white bra upwards to expose her rotund mammaries. Being the mother of a 19-year-old girl, Mrs. Yadav had enviously large and firm breasts, which jumped out of the tight bra. I saw the nipples were almost black in color and very erect for obvious reasons.

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

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

Me: Uhhhhhhhhh……… 

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

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

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

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

Me: Mrs. Yadav. Mrs. Yadav. 

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

Mrs. Yadav: Yes, I am here. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shilpa: Ji Guru-ji. 

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

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

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

Shilpa: Okay Guru-ji.

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

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

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

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

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

Shilpa: Yes Guru-ji. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shilpa was still trying to save her face. 

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

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

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

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

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

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




Anita's Humiliation Continues 03



Me: Okay Guru-ji. 

Shilpa: But Guru-ji… 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shilpa followed the command. Her eyes were closed throughout as Guru-ji originally ordered. She held the Linga structure in both hands and was sucking it. She was gulping it further, but she looked so crude that I had to lower my eyes. Guru-ji was watching her closely and must have been enjoying the scene - a 19-year-old sexy teenage girl standing in front of him with a structure, which very much resembled an erect lund, in her mouth. As Shilpa was almost complete with sucking the tip part, she lifted her face and almost inverted the Linga over her mouth and more fluid trickled in her mouth. She continued to sop up the fluid and inadvertently was producing a very sexy sound, which reminded me of my married bedroom life. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: Sure Guru-ji. 

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

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

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

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

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

Guru-ji: Anita, come here once. 

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

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

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

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

Shilpa: Ummmmmmmm…. 

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

Guru-ji: Pour some more mixture. 

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

Shilpa was gulping down the fluid, which I poured and it seemed even Guru-ji was somewhat out of place after groping every inch of this sexy 19-year-old girl because I noticed his jaws were hanging and he was himself breathing heavily now and his manhood was alarmingly sticking out through his dhoti. As expected, Guru-ji lost some composure and though he was narrating the mantras, the voice was lower, and as he placed the Linga rod on Shilpa's youthful boobs, his fingers were directly trying to touch her kamiz-covered jiggling flesh. I noticed Shilpa had closed her eyes and Guru-ji was probably more charged by this and completely ignoring my presence, he took his left hand off the Linga rod and directly grabbed Shilpa's left boob. 

Shilpa: Ummmmmmmmmmmm…

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

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

Shilpa: Uffffffffffffff…………….. 

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

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

Shilpa: No Guru-ji. I was concentrating. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She now came in front of Guru-ji with her eyes to the floor in shame as she was so much exposed in front of a male. Her boobs jiggled within her bra and young flesh was oozing out of her bra cups. In fact, seeing her limitless exposure in front of a male I was myself feeling uncomfortable. Her 19-year-old bubbly body looked so very fascinating that myself being a woman was getting green with envy. Her boobs looked so firm and erect within her scanty bra and her flat abdomen dancing into the thin waist and further down into her curvaceous ass appeared so captivating. 

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




Anita's Humiliation Continues 03



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

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

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

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

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

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

Guru-ji: Beti, now hold this. 

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

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

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

Shilpa: Ji Guru-ji.

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

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

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

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

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

Shilpa: Guru-ji, please forgive me. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Guru-ji: Anita, is she okay now? 

Me: Yes Guru-ji. 

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

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

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

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

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, since are no more a child and you have completed 19 years of age, what you are doing as hide and seek from your parents and thereby hampering your studies, you should know like daylight. 

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

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

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

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

He paused and then again continued. 

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

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

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

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

Shilpa: You are absolutely right Guru-ji. 

Guru-ji: Come near me Beti. 

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

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

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

Shilpa: Yes Guru-ji. 

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

Shilpa nodded affirmatively. 

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

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

Guru-ji: How long do you know him? 

Shilpa: For about 3-4 months. 

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

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

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

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

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

Guru-ji: Have you kissed each other? 

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

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

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

Shilpa: In the Waterworld or in the Lumbini Park. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: In the park? 

I could not stop myself asking that question. 

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

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

Guru-ji: Then? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shilpa nodded, negatively. 

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

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

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

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

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

Shilpa avoided naming his boyfriend.

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

Shilpa was silent as she lowered her head. 

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

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

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

Guru-ji: And what about? 

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

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

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

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

Shilpa: No Guru-ji. 

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

Shilpa: He forced me to touch his… 

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

Shilpa: Ji Guru-ji. 

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

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

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

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

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

Shilpa, not understanding anything, nodded affirmatively. 

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

Me: Ji Guru-ji. 

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

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

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




Anita's Humiliation Continues



Uday: Madam, are you still in pain?

I nodded to indicate 'yes'. He seemingly was a bit astonished.

Uday: I thought I cleared the thorn, but...

I was getting increasing pain now in my sole with every step and was unable to walk at all. I was getting off balance because of my hands being raised up for holding the thali. My face was exhibiting the pain I was having. Uday saw that.

Uday: Madam, how will you walk like this? Shall I check it again? I readily nodded against his wish; I was not in the mood then to be naughty and hence was not ready to exhibit my panty abundantly to him.

Uday: But then, how can you walk like this?

It seemed to be a bigger and painful issue than I thought. I was sure multiple thorns must have entered my sole and Uday was able to trace only one. My pain was increasing and such was the position of the cut on my sole that I was unable to place my foot properly on ground. Each time I exerted pressure on my left sole, it was acutely paining and blood seemed to ooze out of the cut wetting the bandage.

I could not check the injury myself also in front of Uday wearing this skimpy outfit.

Uday: Madam, shall I give you a hand?

He was careful this time probably thinking of my reaction last time when he hugged me and touched me adequately. I was unsure what to do, but could realize it was getting increasingly difficult and impossible to walk like this -- either the thali has to be taken care of by Uday so that I could hold his shoulder and walk, otherwise I have to walk on one leg.

Uday: Madam, we should not waste much time as we are running short of time also. If we do not get back in 1200 seconds, Madam, you will have to repeat the whole thing!

I could realize that I need to decide fast what to do. I tried to think of the alternatives. The thali could not be handed over amidst the Parikrama except for offering flowers to the replica or sprinkling the Ganges water. So, that's out of question.

I will wait and Uday will get Guru-ji here will also eat of the remaining time left of 1200 seconds. So, that's also ruled out.

Holding the thali on my head, it would be impossible for me to limp on one leg through the remaining distance because I would surely get off balance and fall on the ground.

I certainly did not realize that this small incident would become such a constraint for me! I had ceased walking due to my pain and so was Uday.

Uday: You must complete the Parikrama Madam. You have just the last part to cover.

I was biting my lips and wondering what to do. I was feeling pretty down and just then Uday came up with a weird, out-of-the-world idea!

Uday: Madam, there is only one way, but...

I looked at him questionably and raised my eyebrows to know what it was.

Uday: No Madam, leave it. You will get aggravated. I do not want to annoy you further.

I limped forward to him somehow on one leg and as I did that my big boobs jiggled within my blouse heavily; Uday held me by my belly region so that I can stand at ease. I pointed to him to tell me what was in his mind.

Uday: Madam, since you are unable to walk and your hands are not free, but at the same time you need to complete the Parikrama, and since no one is watching you here, we can do one thing.

"Oho! What is it"" I mumbled in my mind. My facial expression did say that to Uday.

Uday: Madam, I mean I can take you... I mean in my lap and walk till the ashram if you agree.

I was simply astounded to hear such a bizarre proposal! I did not know how to react.

Uday: Madam, please do not take it in the other sense that I want to touch you, so am giving this suggestion. Please. No, not like that. See Madam, you can also understand that with the thali on your head, you cannot walk with that injured leg. So...

I turned my face away from him. It was true that I adored Uday and I had made love to him, but currently I was amidst a yagya process. How could I allow this now?

And I am not a little girl that he will carry me in his lap!

Am nearly 30 years old! A fully matured woman and married too!

Moreover, with my plump figure and this sexy dress - to be in the lap of a man, who was not even my husband was a too much of an idea. But was there a way out for me? The pain is so pinpoint and acute that I was unable to take steps now at all.

After some conflicts in my mind and more pleading and logic by Uday, I finally agreed. Agreed to what? To get onto Uday's lap and he would carry me the rest of the path to the ashram gate!

I tried to figure out when was it last when my husband took me in his lap and walked. It was in my honeymoon. During our stay at the hotel, he picked me up a few times from the room balcony and carried me through the passage to the bed. It was enjoyable no doubt, but Rajesh was very naughty -- he always lifted me up in his arms from the balcony and in the process of picking me up in his lap he invariably pulled up my nighty till my thighs and walked to the bed. The worst part was my landing as my husband made sure that when he drop me on bed from his lap, I land up on my gaand and my legs are in the air, thereby ensuring my full panty view for him.

The very thoughts of those days began to play as if a guitar in my mind. I tried my best to control my mind being wayward.

Uday: Madam, let us not waste any more time...

I tried to remember if ever my husband took me in his lap in the outdoor. Hmm... once, no no, twice I was fortunate to enjoy that. It was during an outing just back to back to my honeymoon. We went to some forest. It was a short two-day trip. There was a small stream on the pathway for our walks and a couple of times when we crossed that, since the place was absolutely desolate, Rajesh picked me up in his lap and crossed the stream so that my sari did not get wet. My figure at that time obviously was also not as plump as I am now, I added significant weight on my hips after my marriage and overall of course I have grown rounder and heavier. It was fun then, but today to get up in Uday's lap was making me sweat.

I indicated to Uday to pick me up. Should I close my eyes? I did not know what to do as Uday bent slightly to grip me around my naked thighs. He embraced me with both hands just below the area where my skirt ended and in the process his face buried in my navel. I almost shrieked in excitement and embarrassment. But before I could do that, in one smooth jerk Uday picked me up in his lap and started walking!

Honestly, it felt incredible to be in a man's lap after such a long time after my honeymoon and at this age. I was quite heavy, but still Uday seemed to pick me up like a feather! I again admired in my mind the great physique he possessed. As he walked my whole body was swaying, more so as my hands were still lifted up above my head holding the thali there. Uday's hands encircled me at my mid-thighs and his head was just near my waist. In a peculiar fashion, he was also holding the lighted torch in his left hand. He was walking trying to walk at a brisk pace and my big boobs were jiggling very sexily within my blouse as he traversed along the meandering path.

I could realize that I was slipping from his arms as we traveled and though initially he was holding me around my mid-thigh region, now I had slid down considerably and he was actually embracing me by my gaand. The more disturbing thing for me was that my big boobs were hanging just above his face. The situation was emerging out to be hotter now than I expected. I could feel Uday's hands holding me very tightly once he felt his hands were on my firm ass flesh. And time and again I noticed he was moving his head to touch my taut blouse-covered boobs.

"Aaeeiiiiiiiiiiii!", I mumbled within myself.

Actually I had slid down so much within his arms that he gave a jerk and lifted me up within his lap. In the process I clearly realized my skirt getting rolled up and his stretched arm getting inside my skirt, as I did not ascend much in his lap even after his jerk probably due to my heavy structure. The resultant was my short skirt flowed over his embracing hands. I was naturally stiff and did not know what to do. Shall I indicate him to stop once and straighten my skirt? But I was running short of time already.

I noticed Uday was breathing very heavily now and his head was almost constantly touching the sides of my joggling boobs. I was trying to figure out why Uday was panting -- due to my body weight or due to touching my panty under my skirt? I quickly made up my mind that before I get carried away by his touches, I must stop him.

I indicated hammering my right elbow a couple of times on his head to stop walking and he reluctantly halted. I could appreciably comprehend that he was pretty much excited the way he dropped me to the ground from his lap. It was a very sluggish process and he clearly felt my panty-covered ass with his hand as he descended me down. Since my hands were uplifted all the time it was all the more easier for him to brush his face on my boobs and it was a clear intimate hug feeling my big boobs on his chest before he released me finally.

Though my body was definitely responding to his hot movements, I made it a point in my mind not to get distracted.

Uday: Madam, what is it? I am not tired, which you might be thinking.

I just pointed to his forehead where beads of sweat had started to appear. Uday: Oh! This is certainly not for your weight. You are not too heavy. It's due to...

I smiled mildly when he said, "you are not too heavy", though my husband's complaint for the last few months had been that I was overweight, but at the same time he prefers and fancies my big round ass and more than handful sized tight boobs!

Uday: ...it's due to the thali's weight probably.

He laughed aloud breaking the deep silence of the night.

Uday: Madam, we are almost there. So we should not waste a second. We must reach by 1200 seconds as Guru-ji specified.

I almost forgot the time-frame clause and was quickly was back to reality. I shamelessly stepped forward limping so that he can again take me up in his lap. I closed my eyes as he lifted me again in his lap and this time Uday was rather indecent in his approach. The first time he was cautious and held me quite high in his lap, but this time he seemed more interested in laying a hand on my intimate parts. I could not protest to his picking me up from ground and holding me right over skirt-covered buttocks. This time he held me in such an angle that his face was directly pressing on my left boob as he walked. I could not open my eyes to see my compromised state. If my husband would have seen me in this condition, he must have committed suicide!

My 'misery' ended in another couple of minutes as we reached the ashram gate. I was so overjoyed to see the gate, but my joyful emotion was short-lived. As Uday entered the ashram gate with me clinging to his body rather sexily, I found Guru-ji standing there. I was simply shocked. I never realized that he would be at the gate.

Guru-ji: Hey Anita, what happened? Are you all right? What happened Beti? Uday what's the matter?

Guru-ji was quite concerned. Uday quickly dropped me down from his lap and I also straightened my skirt and adjusted my blouse to look somewhat decent.

Uday: Guru-ji, actually when Madam was offering flowers to a Linga replica she stepped on some thorns. I removed one, but she was unable to walk due to...

Guru-ji: Oho! Poor lass! Give me the thali.

Ah! I was so relieved to have descended my arms to the sides of my body after such a prolonged time holding that thali up my head!

Guru-ji: I was getting concerned that whether you will be able to make the Parikrama within 1200 seconds, but you just made it even after this injury. Congrats.

Me: You should give that compliment to Uday. He carried me quite a distance.

Guru-ji: Good job Uday.

Me: Guru-ji, the main problem was my hands were engaged...

Guru-ji: Yes, yes, I can understand that. Can you walk now taking my help?

Me: Surely Guru-ji.

Though it was paining once more as I stepped forward, but it was manageable holding onto Guru-ji's outstretched right hand. We reached the yagya room where I found Sanjeev waiting. Uday did not come with us and I anticipated he must have gone to the toilet, as the way he was pressing me in his lap with his body the second time, he must have got a full erection.

Sanjeev and Guru-ji both were showing extra care for me about the wound. It always a good feeling when I see people concerned about me.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, bring a chair.

Sanjeev promptly brought a chair where I seated. I was conscious to keep my knees and thighs closed so that I do not flash my panty. All of my thighs and legs remained exposed in front of both males.

Guru-ji: Let me check.

Saying that Guru-ji sat near my feet. I was naturally feeling shy because a personality of Guru-ji's stature sitting there made me very uncomfortable. He gently took my left foot and opened the bandage, which Uday had placed, and was checking the cut mark. He pressed the surrounding area to look for any abnormality. I kept my hands on my lap so that my miniskirt did not move up to much for a free show. I turned to Sanjeev and found he was staring at my glistening smooth naked legs.

Guru-ji: Bring the scalpel. Also bring the Betadine, some cotton, and a bandage. Seems another barb is there subcutaneous.

Within a minute Sanjeev handed over the items Guru-ji needed and after some more probing on the wound with the scalpel, Guru-ji was able to bring out the other thorn and dressed the area. I felt much better and thanked Guru-ji.

But that Sanjeev seemed to be more pleased than me! I knew the reason. He was getting ample upskirt views of mine as I was sitting on the chair while Guru-ji was taking the thorn out of my sole. Even with my best efforts I probably could not resist him from getting to see my panty peek.

Guru-ji: Now you are okay Beti. Don't worry much on that injury. It will heal up in a couple of days. I have done the needful.

Me: Thanks Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Did you do the Ashram Parikrama rituals properly?

Me: Ji Guru-ji. I offered flowers and prayers to the four Linga replicas and also sprinkled water as you directed.

Guru-ji: Good. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Guru-ji went back to his original place indicating me to sit on the asana.

Guru-ji: Now concentrate back and repeat the mantras that I say.

I sat on the asana on my knees and closed my eyes and concentrated on the core job, the Maha-yagya. Guru-ji was conversing the mantras very slowly and I had no problems repeating them.

Guru-ji: Now Anita, we will do the Chandrama Aradhana and follow that up with Doodh Sarovar snan (=bathing in a milk pond). Chrandrama, i.e. Moon is the Fertility God. Did you know that?

I signaled affirmatively.

Guru-ji: So this worship is extremely important and you need to follow what I say absolutely diligently. After the worship to attain the divine goal you will need to distil your body with milk. White stands for the symbol of purity, you must be knowing that.

Me: Yes, yes Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: In fact Anita, in a way this is a warm-up process to the ultimate Yoni Puja.

Me: O! I see.

Just then Meenakshi entered the room.

Guru-ji: Have you brought ...

Meenakshi: Ji Guru-ji.

She interrupted him showing two round red flimsy papers in her hand. I felt extremely curious as I noticed that she was holding those round papers with forceps!

Guru-ji: Fine. Then we will proceed to the lawn and you bring her there quickly not wasting much time.

Saying that Guru-ji and Sanjeev left the room leaving myself in the room with Meenakshi.

Me: What are those Meenakshi?

Meenakshi: These are more tags for you Madam.

Me: More tags? What for?

Meenakshi: Madam, as you also heard, Guru-ji told not to waste time; if we are late he will scold me.

Me: No, no that's okay, but you can talk while you...

Meenakshi: Right Madam. Will I do it here or you want to go the toilet?

Me: Meaning?

I was rather astonished by her suggestion of going to the toilet.

Meenakshi: Madam, as I had put tags previously on your body, two more are left, which I would fix now. Me: But you already have put tags on my... I mean on my breasts and... I mean...

I was not that shameless to verbalize the word 'pussy' in the presence of another person, may it be a female.

Meenakshi: Right Madam, but these two are for your ass. You can see the size of the papers. These are much larger in comparison to the previous ones.

I was just dumb hearing that -- Meenakshi is going to paste those two papers on my gaand, more precisely on my both ass cheeks!

Me: But... but why did you not put these after my bath?

Meenakshi: Madam, I told you every action has a reason and you will know it in time.

I was rather confused.

Me: But... But Meenakshi why are you holding that with that forceps?

Meenakshi smiled at me naughtily.

Me: What happened? Why are you smiling?

Meenakshi: You will know yourself as I stick that to your bottom.

She smiled again. I was still not getting why she was holding those two papers in forceps.

Meenakshi: Madam, if you can lift your skirt up would help as my once hand is engaged.

I turned my back to her and gently pulled up my skirt from behind. It was so awkward, but thank god I had to do that in front of a female.

Meenakshi: Fine Madam, go ahead.

Me: What else do I need to do? I have lifted my skirt naa?

Meenakshi: Your panty Madam.

Me: Oops! I completely forgot.

I just lost the fact that have to pull down my panty so that she could stick those papers on my ass cheeks. Realizing that I quickly pulled my panty down and exposed my gaand to her. Now the sensation had changed from awkward to sensuous. I was standing with my panty half way down my legs in the room and moreover, was holding up my skirt at my waist level. The door of the room was not even locked!

I could feel Meenakshi's free hand feeling the smoothness and roundedness of my gorgeous buttocks.

Me: Hey what are you doing?

Frankly I already started having goosebump, as I felt her hand on my naked butt skin.

Meenakshi: Honestly Madam, you have such a lovely ass. Its so round, so fleshy, so tight. I wish... I wish I had been a male.

Me: Dhat!

She giggled and I flushed listening to her direct praising.

Me: Ouch!

I almost screeched out as I felt something very hot touching my butt skin. I turned back immediately. I almost lost my balance as I forgot my panty was half way down and clinging to my upper thighs.

Me: My goodness! What did you do?

Meenakshi: Nothing Madam. I just touched this paper to your bottom. I hope now you realize why I am using the forceps.

Me: But... but how could the paper be so hot?

Meenakshi: Its specially heated for your Chandrama Aradhana.

She paused just to take a breath.

Meenakshi: Okay Madam, let us do it in a different way Madam.

Me: How? But in any case the paper is scorching hot.

Meenakshi: Madam, pull up your panty and I will first press the paper on your ass cheek over your panty.

I felt that would definitely help me. I quickly pulled up my panty to cover my buttocks and used my both hands to stretch it over my faring butt skin. I could then feel Meenakshi pressing the paper on my gaand over my panty and the heat was of course tolerable. She kept the forceps on a tray and pressed the papers with her palms on my round buttocks. It was an unique experience I must admit.

Some seconds passed and I silently was taking the "umm" feeling on my gaand, which the warm papers were dissipating through my panty.

Meenakshi: Madam, now you can pull down your panty and I can put the papers within.

Honestly, this was the most awkward exercise I had ever done. In such a small span of time I had to pull up and down my panties multiple times. Hardly do I remember a case where I did such a naughty exercise. With my husband it has always been the downward journey for my panty, i.e. if it slides slightly off my gaand, no way it could go up, it only could land up to my knees.




Anita's Humiliation Continues



Before Meenakshi stuck the round red-colored papers on my buttocks, she applied some fluid on my naked ass cheeks and the papers readily got fixed under my panty. I was literally feeling the heat on my ass now emitted by those red papers. I immediately dropped my lifted skirt to cover my huge gaand. The feeling was almost identical to as if a pair of warm male hands touching my naked ass flesh within my undergarment!

I adjusted my panty slightly over those papers stuck on my ass to feel comfortable and followed Meenakshi out of the room. She went to the courtyard of the ashram where Guru-ji, Sanjeev, and Uday were all waiting for us. I was now quite adjusted to exposing in front of these males. My miniskirt was providing my legs and thighs fully exposed to all and my square necked blouse was displaying generously my deep cleavage and oozing boob flesh.

Guru-ji greeted me with a smile stealing a glance of by skirt-covered ass. He must be pretty much aware that I had those roasted papers inside my panty.

Guru-ji: I hope you are not uncomfortable Anita?

I thought there was no need to ask that in front of everyone. I shyly nodded as all three males were staring at my curvy figure.

Guru-ji: Okay then. We will first proceed for Chandrama Aradhana and then follow it up with Doodh Sarovar Snan.

I was wondering where the 'sarovar' (=pond) was in the ashram!

I noticed Uday and Sanjeev bringing up a significantly large bathtub and placed it in the center of the courtyard and through a pipeline filled it with water. They adjusted the tub suitably so that there was clear reflection of the moon in the waters within. Though there was cloud in the sky at that moment the moon could be clearly seen.

Guru-ji: Anita, you are lucky that the moon can be clearly seen right now. It means probably the moon is also happy with your prayers!

He smiled at me and I also smiled back.

The moon's reflection in the crystal clear water of the tub appeared marvelous.

Guru-ji: Anita, like you have seen previously this is also a medium-oriented worship. I will myself act as the medium for this very important prayer.

Me: Thanks Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Now fully focus on this worship and your only prayer to Chandrama should be to make you fertile. Nothing less, nothing more.

Guru-ji and myself both turned ourselves to the reflection of the moon and folded our arms for the prayer. There was absolute pin drop silence within the ashram, which was quite natural at that hour of the night.

I suddenly heard water splashing and looked up to see Guru-ji had stepped inside the tub.

Guru-ji: Step in Anita.

I noticed the edges of the tub were quite high and it would be rather difficult for me to get in. Guru-ji probably realized my problem.

Guru-ji: Uday, give her a hand.

Uday came near me and helped me get inside the tub by lifting me holding my waist. I somehow managed to get inside the tub giving a huge upskirt view to Guru-ji as he was standing within the tub.

Me: Aah! I mumbled silently. The cold water in the tub gave such a soothing feeling to my naked legs. The water level within the tub was fortunately pretty low and it was not even reaching my knees.

Guru-ji: Anita, you stand here facing the moon like this.

Saying that Guru-ji adjusted my position and he was standing so close to me that my round protruding bottom was touching him time and again.

Guru-ji: Fold your arms in the form of prayer and verbalize what I say.

He was so close to me behind that I could feel Guru-ji's breathing on my neck. For a woman, it is always very odd to have a male right behind your back, especially when your eyes are closed. Though it was a prayer and I knew I need to concentrate hard, but somehow my mind was getting diverted each time I was sensing Guru-ji's warm breath on my neck and his folded hands very mildly brushing my blouse-covered back. I was stiff of course as I knew if I moved my gaand just a bit, it would surely hit Guru-ji's pelvic area.

Frankly it was almost the same kind of situation as I experience while commuting in public vehicles. Most grownup women who have to travel in crowded bus during rush hours feel likewise. Invariably I would find a male to be standing at my back even though I am standing in front of the ladies seats. And taking the full advantage of the hustle and jostle of the crowd within the bus, that male would either feel my ass with his crotch or use his hand to touch and press my butts over my dress. My situation here definitely was not like that and I could not think even in my dream about Guru-ji being like that, but it was my honest first-hand feeling.

The prayer was a long one and slowly I was building my concentration over it.

Guru-ji: Jai Chandrama! Linga Maharaj!

He ended the prayer. He was still standing at my back. Uday and Sanjeev were standing at some distance to my left side.

Guru-ji: Offer waters to Chandrama Anita.

I nodded and tried to bend down to take water in my palm from within the tub and immediately I felt a hard rod poking my gaand and I straightened myself.

Me: Sorry Guru-ji.

As Guru-ji was right behind me, as I bent my full ass pushed into his dhoti-covered crotch and I clearly felt his hard lund on my gaand! I stepped forward and bent down to take water. I knew it would look very inviting to bend like that in front of a male who was just behind me, but there was no other option for me. Guru-ji must have got a grand view of my miniskirt-covered flaring ass. I quickly ascended and offered the waters to Chandrama.

Guru-ji: Do it thrice Beti.

So I had to again bend my round bottoms in front of Guru-ji and provided him with some awful upskirt views as well. Thankfully though it was a moonlit night, the illumination was not bright enough, otherwise surely as I bent my panty would have been clearly visible from where Guru-ji was standing. I somehow completed this exercise.

Guru-ji: Fine. Now that you have offered Ganges water to Chandrama you have authenticated your prayer.

Right then I noticed Sanjeev had lighted up some dry coconut shells with some chemicals on two pots and smoke started to fill up the whole place. The scent of the smoke was typical of the odor we get within a temple -- a mixed bag type of smell.

Guru-ji: Okay Beti. Now stand facing me. I am your medium for this prayer. Come close.

I stepped forward within the waters in the tub near Guru-ji. My full rounded boobs were looking like searchlights on my figure in this moonlit atmosphere. He held me by my shoulders.

Guru-ji: Anita, now that you have prayed for fertility, you need to actually make your organs fertile by offering them to Chandrama.

Me: How Guru-ji?

Guru-ji: Yes, I will tell you. Chandrama's power can only enter into a female organ via a medium through this Maha-yagya. I will help you attain that power.

Guru-ji raised his chin up towards the moon and with folded arms started a prayer in Sanskrit. I was unable to understand much from it. It ended within a couple of minutes.

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! This poor girl needs your help. Please bestow your choicest blessings on her. Please empower her sex organs so that she can taste motherhood. Jai Chandrama!

The whole ambiance was so spiritualist -- the midnight timing, the moonlit mystic courtyard, cold waters kissing my legs in the tub, the thick coiling smoke, the unique scent of the smoke, Guru-ji's colossal physical stature, and his spine chilling reverberating voice... I was getting spellbound.

Guru-ji: Since you have come to this stage successfully Anita, I don't think you will feel shy attaining this power. Will you?

His voice was piercing the silence of the night and it was so commanding!

I nodded, but Guru-ji seemed not satisfied.

Guru-ji: Speak aloud Anita. You are not replying to me. You are actually replying to Chandrama.

I quickly folded my arms as if in prayer. Guru-ji repeated his question.

Guru-ji: Will you feel shy achieving this divine strength?

Me: No... I mean I will not feel shy.

Guru-ji: Good. Do you have the tags placed on your body?

Me: Ji Guru-ji.

I noticed Uday was putting in more dry coconut shells and chemicals into the pots making the smoke thicker.

Guru-ji: Where are the tags on your body?

My throat was getting dry. The tags were placed by Meenakshi on my intimate body parts and I was definitely hesitant now to tell that aloud in front of three grownup males. Guru-ji was getting impatient seeing my silence.

Guru-ji: Anita, don't waste the time. The clouds might hide the moon again and then all our efforts would be a waste!

It was true that the sky had cleared up somewhat and we could see the moon continuously for sometime now not being covered up by any cloud. I tried to rebuild my confidence and leaving apart my shyness answered to that question.

Me: The tags... I mean... the tags are on my thighs, navel, and err... hips, and...

I swallowed my sputum and licked my lips to continue. It was somewhat easier for me to pronounce 'thighs', 'navel', and 'hips, but to verbalize 'breasts' and 'pussy' in front of three males was a tough call for me.

Me: And on my breasts and pu... pussy.

Guru-ji: Right! Hey Chandrama! Look at this woman. She is grownup! She is fully matured! She is married! To get your blessing she has placed the consecrated tags on her sexual organs. Help her. Jai Chandrama!

Sanjeev and Uday repeated in chorus and Guru-ji seemed to be gaining in momentum in his voice.

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Your power is infinite. You have helped the infertile with your fertility sanctification. Empower her with your celestial energy. Jai Chandrama!

I was all along pretty much charged up by this whole act, but the next few words spoken by Guru-ji made me blush heavily and I never heard such sexually explicit words about myself from any male apart from my husband; that too when we were at a conjugal peak on our bed. Honestly, my husband does hardly speak such smutty terms even when at full peak during intercourse. But I was shocked to hear such language about me from a towering personality like Guru-ji! Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Look at this poor girl and have mercy. She has everything, yet has a vacant lap. She has a loving husband, yet love is not getting bloomed.

Each time Guru-ji was addressing me as a 'girl' I was blushing. Surely by no means at this age and with such a developed figure, I could be called a 'girl' but probably to this Godman, we are all like his children!

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Restore the resurgence of sexual power in her body and help her attain completeness.

Guru-ji lowered his voice suddenly.

Guru-ji: Anita, keep your hands by your sides, hold up your chin, and take deep breaths.

I followed his instruction in toto.

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! She has the desire. She has the will power. She just needs the little help to borne the fruit in her womb. Her key to happiness is in your hand. Through your sacred light bless her Chandrama! Bless her.

Though apparently it seemed ridiculous praying to the moon, but the setting was such I also started believing that the moon's sacred light will enlighten my sexual power!

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Look at her boobs -- they are so bubbly, firm, and attractive!

Guru-ji directly pointed his finger to my boobs! I simply could not react.

Guru-ji: Look at her navel -- it is so deep that any male can hide his tongue in that! Hey Chandrama! Look at her thighs -- they are so well developed that even Rambha would feel reserved, and her bottoms -- any male would be provoked to call it gaand! Hey Chandrama! How can you be so cruel to have deprived her of motherhood who has such an attractive jawani?

My ears were already red and I started to breathe faster listening to such lewd things being spoken off so very openly and directly in front of me!

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Pierce your power through her tags and make her sexually potent. Give her unlimited sexual craving! Make her organs active and fertile superlatively. Jai Chandrama!

Uday and Sanjeev echoed in chorus and I thought that this would end now, but I was wrong! Guru-ji now went further to my body detail making me perspire in shame.

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Rip through the tags on her boobs and make her nipples supersensitive! Hey Chandrama! Rip through the tag on her pussy and make it full with fertile honey! Hey Chandrama! Rip through the tags on her gaand and make them more round and fleshy. Hey Chandrama! Make her a sex goddess.

The intensity with which Guru-ji was praying right now and waving his hands up towards the sky I was feeling somewhat frightened. His tall structure, voice clarity, moonlit night, and the mystic smoke all around were certainly adding up to it.

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Now bless her with your power. Bless her.

There was a momentary pause and all was so quiet. Guru-ji went out of the tub.

Guru-ji: Anita, now you will actually gain the power from Chandrama! Listen very carefully what you have to do.

I somehow managed to utter "Ji Guru-ji" with my eyes lowered down in natural womanly shame after hearing such things so loud and clear.

Guru-ji: You first wait till the waters in the tub come to a standstill so that you can clearly see Chandrama's reflection in it. Then get direct moonlight for 10 seconds on each of the places where you have the tags on your body. First you will press your organ with your hand for 10 seconds and then release it to empower it with Chandrama's influence for the next 10 seconds. And throughout the process only chant "Jai Chandrama" loudly and clearly. Okay?

I was a bit confused and stammered to ask the silliest question.

Me: But Guru-ji, to get... I mean direct light... err... I have to open... I mean...

Guru-ji: Anita, what needs to be done, needs to be done. Yes, of course to get the direct moonlight on your body you have to open your choli if needed. Which is more important to you? Tell me clearly.

He almost howled and I got pretty much afraid.

Me: No, no Guru-ji. I did not mean that.

Guru-ji: Then what?

Me: It's okay Guru-ji. I am doing it.

I said meekly accepting that I would open my choli in front of three males, not to mention about my skirt!

Guru-ji: That's better. Here you are obliging the Fertility God and not doing any striptease that you will feel ashamed.

I was stunned to hear such things from Guru-ji and felt so very ashamed especially in the presence Uday and Sanjeev. I was already half striped in this micromini dress in front of these male eyes and now probably I have to do a full striptease!

Guru-ji's tone had changed dramatically and it was so commanding that I was having a faster heartbeat.

The water in the tub had subsided and was quite still now. The full moon was also clearly visible in the water.

Me: Guru-ji, shall I proceed?

Guru-ji stepped forward just to check whether the water in the tub was absolutely still or not and being satisfied gave me the nod.

Guru-ji: Do not open the tags. Chandrama's power will pierce through those holy strips of papers.

Me: Okay.

Guru-ji: I will instruct you and you need to just obey that, but remember not stop your chant.

I nodded and noticed Sanjeev and Uday were standing pretty close, which means they would have a very clear view of my stripping act. I turned my focus towards Sanjeev and he was undoubtedly giving impatient looks, as he knew a plump woman like me would open her choli in front of him in a minute!

I started to chant "Jai Chandrama!" in a continuos manner.

Guru-ji: Anita, start with your navel. That's the equilibrium point of your body. First press your navel tag with your right hand index finger.

I obeyed him -ji and listening to Guru-ji's call again released my finger after 10 seconds.

Guru-ji: Now your thigh tags. Do the same thing with both your hands.

I stopped a little to do that and my boobs almost jumped out of my short choli making my deep cleavage prominently visible to all the males. My heart was racing fast as I knew the next tag has to be either my nipple tag, or my pussy tag, or my ass tags.

Guru-ji: Fine. Anita, now the tags on your buttocks. You don't have to pull down your panty. You just raise your skirt with one hand so that your gaand gets the full moonlight.

I was of course very hesitant to pull up my skirt in front of three grownup males, but by that time convinced my mind that I had to do that shameless act. I consoled my mind by saying to my mind that my family members or my hubby would never know anything about this and I am doing this to please the God abiding by the norms.

Guru-ji: Anita, don't waste time. Lift up your skit and show Chandrama your lovely gaand.

I closed my eyes and with my right hand gathered my skirt, pulled it up till my waist, and I could as if feel the three males looking up my bottoms! The panty I was wearing was by no means enough to protect any dignity of my large fleshy ass. In fact, a panty never covers the buttocks of a matured woman properly, but we women do not care about it because a sari, salwar-kamiz, or a skirt covers us amply. But here the situation was so very different. I did not even get a chance to at least stretch my panty on my ass cheeks before it was exposed to these males. I pressed the paper tag under my panty with my left hand for 10 seconds and then released it and stood like a statue in shame for another 10 seconds.

The short time frame was the only reassuring factor for me I thought.

Guru-ji: Okay, now change your hand and repeat the same process. I was continuously chanting loudly, which actually made me feel more embarrassed.

I repeated the same process exchanging my hands. What a scene I thought for those males to watch! A housewife of around 30 standing in front of them lifting her skirt to her waist and showing them her panty-covered ass. My nipples were already so hard and piercing my bra fabric. I could not open my eyes for a moment even in utter humiliation. I remembered in school in higher classes we had a PT teacher who was a pervert and used to make girls pull up their skirts giving lame reasoning and I also could not avoid being victimized by him once or twice. But then it was school and I was a teenager. But here what I was doing was no less that a striptease!

Thankfully it was over and I pulled down my skirt over my panty-covered big buns, only to get ready to unbutton my choli!

Guru-ji: Good job Anita. Now your nipple tags. You don't have to pull the choli off your body, just open the buttons.

I opened my eyes once and looked so very timidly towards Guru-ji and others. From within the tub and even in that smoky environment, I did not miss to notice the huge erection of Guru-ji under his dhoti, which appeared like a tent now. Sanjeev almost gave me a shock as I noticed him scratching and pressing his penis over his dhoti very openly. Uday seemed relatively calm!

I tried to concentrate on the mantra and started unbuttoning my choli. As I opened the last button, my bra-covered heavy boobs along with a massive cleavage were on display to my male audience. In that moonlit setting and smoky ambiance I could well realize I was in reality looking like a sex goddess! As I looked from the corner of my eyes there was definitely a 'wow' appreciation in Sanjeev's eyes, Guru-ji though was an exception.

Guru-ji: Anita, now feel and locate the tags under your bra and press them with your index fingers of both hands.

There was nothing to locate actually because my nipples already had risen their heads under my brassiere and their impressions were quite clear on my bra fabric. I crossed my hands and pressed my nipples as the tags were placed on them.

Guru-ji: Now allow Chandrama to give celestial power to your boobs so that they remain tight and firm in the days to come such that your husband can extract maximum pleasure out of them. And let your nipples be blessed with supersensitiveness and rosiness so that whenever your husband touches you, even if its just holding the hand, your nipples grow up to their full resilient structure. Jai Chandrama!