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Trisha's Quest Ch. 1

By: theThirdEye



Ch. 1: The Distant Thunder

Trisha reached across the bed and played with the limp cock. Paresh was fast asleep, drained after the last two hours of fruitless activity ... he simply could not ejaculate and that had made him desperate and mad. But what could Trisha do?

Trisha was 55, and though not the stunning beauty that she once was, still managed to turn a few heads. Her long black her had an occasional streak of gray but she had managed to retain her slim and svelte figure. Her tits were large and bounced around, her buttocks were firm and tight under the folds of her saree, worn below her navel. Her name Trisha, meant Thirst, Desire, Quest .. but no one quite knew what she really wanted .... Maybe we shall find that out at the end of this story

Paresh on the other hand, pushing 65, had gone downhill. A dashing and handsome stud in his youth, he had aged prematurely. He was gray ALL over, slightly hard of hearing and tired easily. Trisha felt really sorry for her husband especially when she recollected the glorious days that they had had together.

Paresh had retired from a sales job and had a comfortable retirement benefit to live off. They owned their own house and their beautiful daughter, Aruna, had been married off to Partho, the creative director of an ad agency. Officially things could not have been better, BUT, and there was this perpetual but ... for their difficult sex life.

Trisha and Paresh had led a very active sex life and when Trisha had her menopause, they were ecstatic. Now they could fuck without condoms and Paresh could ejaculate inside Trisha without the fear of pregnancy. When Aruna left home, that was even better because now they could fuck anytime and anywhere ... and they did for quite some time.

Paresh would walk into the house, lock the door and grab Trisha right in the drawing room itself. Trisha would desperately try to draw the curtains but in no time Paresh would have her stripped naked and would be squeezing her large tits. Trisha loved it as well and would tease the Paresh by breaking free and running around their fairly large house in the nude until Paresh would either catch up with her or would give up. Then she would slide into his arms or kneel in front of him and take his huge cock in her mouth.

Paresh liked Trisha completely nude. He would make her take off all her clothes and all her ornaments. Trisha had initially been hesitant to take off her iron bangle [ the symbol of her marriage in Bengal] but eventually she had even agreed to take that off for these special occasions. Paresh would himself strip completely naked and take Trisha on her lap, fondle her breasts, kiss and nibble at her ears, slide his fingers up her cunt, play with her pubic bush. Trisha would initially lie back and enjoy this fondling and then would then flip over, put her face between his legs, take his cock in her mouth, suck them till it would become big and hard and finally spurt out Paresh's sperm.

Paresh was a very dominating person and would never allow Trisha on top. He wanted to control all aspects of the sex act. He would determine when he was in a mood to screw Trisha, get her down on the bed or wherever he had his fancy, get Trisha naked and on her back -- that was another of his failings, no imagination, it was always Trisha naked on her back and Paresh on top, grunting and thrusting like prehistoric beast. His grunts were another cause for concern ... once he got going, he just could not keep quiet and Trisha had this terrible fear that Aruna in the next room was listening to their copulatory cacophony!! Thankfully the walls of their house were thick .. or were they?

But times change and Paresh got older. His enthusiasm for sex was as high as ever but it took him longer and longer to ejaculate. That was when Trisha suggested some variations, like she being on top, but the old rascal would not agree to that. Instead he suggested the rear entry "doggy" position. That was quite a day when Paresh and Trisha tried out the new position. Trisha, as usual, had stripped completely nude and was on all fours. Her long black hair, lay loose along her back cascading off her left side. Her legs were slightly parted and her thick, black bush was visible below the crack of her buttocks. Paresh, kneeling behind Trisha slipped his hand between her thighs and squeezed her cunt. Trisha gave a squeal of delight. Paresh ran her fingers through her pubic bush and grabbed a handful of the thick, wiry strands. Trisha wiggled her butts in excitement. "Put your fingers into my cunt" she commanded. Paresh slid in his fingers and teased her cunt. Trisha gave another squeal of pleasure.

Paresh was very excited and it showed in his turgid cock, big, black and brutish that he tried to thrust into Trisha's cunt, but what a disappointment ... he just could not find the right hole from that angle!!! Trisha tried to help him along, reaching back between her thighs and guiding his cock into her cunt, but somehow it was not happening. Had Paresh's cock grown smaller? Or did it take a longer cock to fuck from the rear? Trisha was confused, Paresh was distressed ... this was the first time that he was unable to penetrate, let alone ejaculate. Trisha had her head down in the pillow and her butts high in the air. Her cunt, framed in the thick bush of her pubic hair was clearly visible, red, raw and throbbing with excitement. 

Paresh was getting increasingly desperate. He had grabbed Trisha's breasts and was squeezing them first with both hands and then with just one ... the other one was trying to guide his flagging cock into Trisha's cunt. Trisha too was getting increasingly desperate. She had managed to grab his big, brown balls and were squeezing them with all her might, trying hard to get the cock hard and long enough to make the entry. For a moment, they almost succeeded. Paresh's cock managed to find the right crack in Trisha's cunt and was thrusting at its lips. Paresh had by then, let go of Trisha's tits, grabbed her butts and was trying to ram them -- or rather impale them -- on his cock. 

Then disaster struck. Paresh's cock had just entered the cunt when Trisha's bucking and heaving popped it out again. Paresh caught hold of Trisha's butt again and rammed them forcefully down on his erect cock, and MISSED! Instead of hitting the cunt, the cock hit Trisha's thigh.... And "ouch!" a shaft of pain shot through the old rod crumpling it like wet rag. Paresh gave a yelp of pain and collapsed onto the bed. Trisha whipped around: "What happened?" Paresh was in no state to answer. He was on his back, writhing in pain, cradling the flaccid cock in his fists. 

Trisha pushed away his fists and took a look ...it was very apparent that the damage was less to his cock and more to his ego. Trisha tried to repair both. She took his cock in her mouth and played around with it with her tongue.... No response. She tickled his balls, squeezed them, sucked them ... all to no avail. She took his cock in her fist and tried to jerk some life into it. Paresh gave another howl and asked her to lay off immediately. He was in a foul mood .. and Trisha knew that he would not come out of his sulk that night. She gave up and went back to her side of the bed and within minutes Paresh was fast asleep and snoring away.

Trisha could not sleep. All the hard work for the past two hours had drained her but had also left her incredibly horny. She had been close to her first orgasm in months when Paresh screwed up [ or rather didn't!!] and had left her high and dry. Her fingers found their way to her cunt and she pushed in with one and then two fingers. A tiny shiver went through her. She pushed harder and deeper and found her sweet spot ... and then she went wild. Rubbing harder and harder she felt the juices flooding into her cunt, sensed her body getting tense and tight. Her back arched up from the bed. Her left hand was on her tits, squeezing them ... and then it all happened. Her first big orgasm flooded through her, followed by a second and a tiny third. She collapsed, drained ....curled into her pillow and looked at the sleeping figure of her old man.

Paresh was on his back, fast asleep. His legs were wide apart and his pathetic cock had curled up into a tiny stub, lying in a thinning bush of gray and white pubic hair. Trisha reached across the bed and played with the limp cock. Paresh was fast asleep, drained after the last two hours of fruitless activity ... he simply could not ejaculate and that had made him desperate and mad. But what could Trisha do?

The Sounds of Sex ….

Trisha picked up the phone and dialed Aruna's number. 

Mother and daughter were very close and had often discussed very intimate matters. When Aruna had got married -- and like most Bengali girls from middle class families, she had been a virgin on her marriage day -- Trisha had given her detailed instructions on how to handle the first fuck, how to calculate the safe periods and other essentials. Even now, mother and daughter exchanged notes on their sex life and some of this intimacy had rubbed on to Partho as well. Whenever Aruna and Partho had come to visit them, Trisha had always flirted, very very mildly ofcourse, with Partho .... filling in for the sister that he never had, and Partho would also reciprocate with veiled innuendoes. And of course there was that little event at Barrackpore nearly five years ago.... That was known only to Trisha and Partho.

Barrackpore : that was hilarious. Their company had packed off Paresh and his office colleagues to a training camp. This was at Barrackpore, an hours drive to the north of Calcutta, where a group of about 30 sales staff, drawn from across the country, were cloistered for one whole month going through a gamut of professional courses. Everything about the course was fine -- good food, pleasant environment, interesting teachers but what troubled Paresh was that there was no sex. This was about five years ago, when he was still a prime stud and was used to fucking Trisha twice a night ... and all suddenly went kaput. To cut a long story short, Paresh rigged up things so that Trisha could hop over for a few hours, have a quick fuck and get back before anyone knew anything about it.

That Saturday, Trisha called up Partho and arranged with him to drive her across to Barrackpore. This was early February and there still was a nip in the air when Partho picked up Trisha late in the afternoon. Trisha was dressed in all black. The black silk sari was tied low, low beneath her navel ... Partho could almost imagine the first faint outlines of her pubic bush. Trisha's blouse, too, was almost a bra ... very low cut on the top and leaving a vast expanse of her belly exposed. Her long black hair hung loose over her shoulders and over her tits and she had a strand of black beads round her neck. A single dot of black bindi gleamed between her eyebrows. There was a hint of a shadow over her large, limpid eyes.

Partho was taken aback at the dress, "Wow, you look stunning ... never have I seen you like this"

"The Old Man was insistent that I dress like this ... in fact he specified most of my dress ..."

"Are we planning to meet anyone special tonight?"

"Not really, in fact there will not be anyone else .... Just us ...."

"That's strange ...."

"Why? what is strange in me meeting my old man ....?"

Partho drove along, but he was wondering .... What is it that had been planned tonight? Strange thoughts flitted through his head and he tried to test out his theories.

"Are we meeting Paresh-babu at the Institute itself ... or is it somewhere else?"

"It is at the Institute, but Paresh asked us to come through the back entrance .... It is an old guest house"

Curiouser and curiouser ....

At last they arrived, drove round to the back and located the guesthouse. That was their first shock. It was an abandoned shack, set back from the main driveway behind a big banyan tree. What was strange was that its doors and windows had come off the hinges and the roof was partially open to the sky. Partho and Trisha stood on the porch and looked into the room. There was a low cot on the floor with a young man sitting on it ....

"Hey ... you have brought an old woman?, wonder what Paresh Babu will say, anyway he will be here soon"

"What do you mean .. he is his wife ...." Partho started out, but Trisha pressed his arm ....

"Don't worry ... brother, we will manage ... "

The man pushed off and Partho turned around ... as realisation dawned. "So Paresh babu has brought you here ..."

"Yes ... to spend some time with him" Trisha could not utter the fuck word YET to her son. "Will you please help me get some stuff from the car"

Partho brought a hamper from the boot. Inside it was a large packet of snacks and lots of flowers. Trisha took out the flowers and arranged them in her hair and round her neck and wrists --- like a courtesan from the movie KamaSutra. No sooner had she finished when Paresh arrived .... All anxious and ready to go ... but Trisha stopped him in his tracks. "Let us sit around and have some snacks ...."

They all sat around. The old man was fidgety ... when Trisha took charge ... "Look, I think Partho understands perfectly well, so let us be comfortable and open ....." 

Paresh looked relieved, he immediately sat down on the floor and pulled Trisha onto his lap. Partho was sitting across from him and unpacking the food ... but Paresh was oblivious. His hands had already slid under Trisha blouse ... " I think I will wait outside ...." Partho had by now realised that Paresh was far too horny and would do something embarrassing.

Outside was hardly anywhere .... Just across the door, on the porch. Barely had Partho crossed the threshold when Paresh grabbed Trisha by her hips and started kissing her on her neck. Loud, wet, slobbering kisses .. that resounded across the gathering dusk. "Shh .... Sshh ...", Trisha kept saying but Paresh would not stop.

Meanwhile, Partho outside was being treated to the entire sexual opera .... Much as he would have liked to see Paresh and Trisha fucking ... his sense of decency prevented him from taking a peep ... Instead he kept his ears open.

Sounds of big kisses ... smack slurp smack 

"Quietly, Partho can hear us ... " that was Trisha

"Who cares ... he knows jolly well that I am fucking you ...."

"Ok Ok I am opening my blouse ... just don't tear it in your hurry"

"OOH what tits, I will suck them like toffees ...."

"Squeeze them .. squeeze them more .. suck them, such them ah ... that is great, go on, go on"

"Open your sari ... and pull down your petticoat .... Your butts are looking gorgeous in this moonlight"

Sudden sharp slap .... Followed by "oooo ....why did you hit me like that"

Partho was by now as horny as hell .... Hiss were fucking madly, just two feet away ... he slid his hands into his pants .... The sounds continued.

"Lie back, I want to lick your cunt"

"OK, OK, just a minute ..." ... followed by loud slurping sounds.

"Shhh ... Partho can hear us"

"Now suck my cock, here take it in your mouth, suck, suck sweetheart .... Suck it like a straw"

"Straws are thinner, you old fucker", burst of giggle," yours is a thick as hosepipe .. oh god", she was choking.

"On your back, now I will fuck you straight into your cunt"

"Please wait a minute, let me get my breath back"

"No way, sweetheart, here I come .... Ah ah .... There ... now I am inside"

"Pump you old rascal, now pump, hit , HIT ... as hard as you can"

The sound increased in intensity. Partho could hardly believe his ears. Paresh's grunts and groans became louder and louder. Trisha was no less noisy, she had abandoned all caution and was squealing like a duck. It was almost like a metronome ... first the big grunt from Paresh, then the loud squelch of his prick ramming into her cunt, then the whimpering squeal or gasp from Trisha, interspersed with all kinds of gibberish that Partho never really cared to understand.

Partho was itching to take a look but again his inhibitions came in the way. Instead he was jerking his own cock in desperation. From the intensity of the sounds that were coming out of the room, he knew that Trisha was reaching her climax. Finally she gave one last squeal of delight and curled up with a whimper .... "Please, please I can't take it anymore ...."

"But what about me?', there was a sense of outrage in Paresh's voice, "I am not yet done"

"Please, please let me go ..."

"Of course not, you bitch, why do you think I have brought you here"

"Then I will take you in my mouth ....my cunt is sore, raw ... Ok ..... "

"Fine, get up and start sucking"

"Let go of my hair, you are clutching it too tight ....aagh! don't gag me, I ... can't ... breathe"

"Suck, suck .... Just suck, don't talk"

More slurps, more grunts all building up to a crescendo and then a grand finale -- a groan, a grunt, a jubilant yell and sigh as Paresh finally ejaculated into Trisha mouth. Outside on the porch, Partho also ejaculated into his hands. 

Silence, total silence ... but for the sound of heavy breathing inside the room. On the porch, Partho's heart was thumping. He had put up with Trisha's mild flirting but a ringside view [ or radio commentary!!] of her getting fucked was beyond his imagination. Suddenly a distant clock struck eight and Paresh scrambled out of the room, mumbled something about having to be back for an evening session, ran out and disappeared, leaving Partho to look after his freshly fucked mother.

Partho cleared his throat, "May I come in now?" "Just give me a minute ....", then after a while, " come on in"

Partho walked into the room. There was Trisha on the bed, sari loosely wrapped around her body, buttoning up her blouse. Her long mane was disheveled, the bindi was smudged and her cheeks were glistening with Paresh's cum that had dribbled out of her mouth. Partho took out his handkerchief, took her chin in one hand and with the other gently wiped away the cum from his mother's face.

Trisha stood up, took his hands in hers and looked into his eyes with a mixture of peace and gratitude, shame and mischief.

"I am sorry, I did not know that the old man could be as crude as this ...."

"Don't worry, nobody will know ... and it is not that I did not enjoy it as well .... "

"I can see that, ... your fists are wet and slippery ..., let me clean you with my sari .... you must have been jerking off like crazy "

"You bet, but don't you think we should make a move .... It is late .... And if someone were to come in here, we would have a tough time explaining all this"

... of course that was .... Barrackpore nearly five years ago.... 

Trisha picked up the phone and dialed Aruna's number. Time to discuss Paresh's agony with Partho and Aruna.

The Final Diagnosis

"Mother, why did you ask us to run over at such short notice?" asked Aruna.

"What do I do? you know how stubborn your daddy is .... Ever since that night he has gone into a sulk and refuses to talk to me"

"I think he needs see a doctor, but he will never, never agree to it"

"Mother, have you tried to have sex with him since that fateful crash" [ giggle ]

"Of course, but I think he is scared of more damage ... first to his prick but more than that to his ego!!"

"Have you tried to seduce him, make him comfortable ... reassure him that things are OK and that he will surely be able to fuck you again?"

"Of course, every night, I put on the green night lamp, take off my clothes and cradle him in my arms. I massage and tickle his prick and make him nuzzle my tits ..."

"God ... you are making me horny ..." that was Partho

"Shut up Partho .... I am as old as your mother, don't get ideas in your head ..."


Trisha's Quest Ch. 1



"But tell me, don't you get horny yourself .... Cuddling a male body in the nude must be a turn on for you as well"

"Partho, we are here to solve Paresh's problem ... my sexuality is over, I have had my menopause and I am into spiritual stuff these days ..."

"Oh yeah!!!" .... that was Partho with a sly grin.

"Mother, I think you and Partho should take dad to Dr. Ghosh's clinic for a checkup and counseling"

So that was how Paresh, Trisha and Partho found themselves in Dr. Ghosh's clinic that Saturday. Dr. Ghosh was middle aged, a little younger than Paresh himself. Though he was known to be very competent, he had an easy, jovial manner that he carefully cultivated to disarm his patients, help them relax and come out with their problems. Partho had briefed him about Paresh's problems.

"So Paresh babu, what is wrong with you"

"Nothing much, not keeping too well, feeling tired"

"But I believe you are trying to give madam a hard time ..." this with a broad wink at Trisha.

"Actually I wish I could, but I am getting too old for that .."

"What crap, you are never too old for fun .... Let me check out your apparatus .... Would you want all these people to leave?"

Dr Ghosh felt his pulse, stuck the stethoscope on his chest and asked him to breathe deeply. Satisfied with what he felt and heard, he asked him to stand up.

"Paresh, now you have to drop your pants"

Paresh dropped his pants, then his briefs and stepped out ....Dr Ghosh took a pencil a gently spooned up his limp prick. He took a close look, then he moved closer and took his balls in his hands, and squeezed them gently. Trisha flushed, turned away and found herself looking straight into Partho's eyes.

"Equipment looks all right to me .... Ah, it is getting bigger ... as I thought"

Standing naked in front of three adults one of who was his wife, Paresh was beginning to have a stir in his loins. He was getting an erection. 

"Actually, you know, ....." squirmed Paresh, " this is slightly embarrassing ...." he stuttered.

"Don't worry brother, we all know that you are getting an erection .... In fact that is why you are here, don't worry everything will be all right"

"Actually, you know ..." squirmed Paresh again, " actually .. I do get an erection but then nothing happens, I just cannot ejaculate .... That is when I get mad"

"Let us see how that can happen ... madam ..." he turned towards Trisha, "can you help me get Paresh babu up to speed"

"What do you want me to do?", Trisha was turning red ....

"Simple, I want you to masturbate Paresh, jerk him off, make him ejaculate"

"Good gracious, in front of all of you ... that would be difficult .... How can I?"

"Madam, Partho has already told me all that you do to Paresh every night ... but I need to see it for myself and draw some conclusions .... Do give it a try it is important"

Trisha pulled his chair in front of Paresh and loosened her hair. She knew that her long hair was very sexy and without that Paresh would get nowhere ... this time unfortunately there were two other men in the room who might also get excited. But what the hell!!!

"That's right" said Dr Ghosh, "with your hair down, you look far more sexy ... don't mind me saying it ma'am"

Trisha was now sitting in front of Paresh and was playing with his cock. Rolling it between her fingers, stretching it out and squeezing his balls. Paresh was resigned to this public display of his privates but Trisha was turning red in the face ... Paresh by now had a decent erection but somehow was getting distracted. 

"I think he should lie down ... that way I would be able to service him better ..."

"Good idea, Paresh, lie down close your eyes and imagine .. who is your favourite actress?"

"Rekha ..."

"Good, imagine that it is Rekha who is sucking your cock, squeezing your falls, pulling your prick"

Paresh climbed on to the examination table and Trisha took her place by his side. His cock was bunched into her fists and she was jerking as hard as she could, up and down, up and down ... still no effect. 

"Madam, you have try harder, why don't you go ahead and suck it"

"Good god, doctor... sucking off my husband in front of you and Partho ... this is too much..."

"I need to feel his pulse rate when he ejaculates ... that is important", said Dr. Ghosh grabbing, his patient's wrist, "Please Madam, go ahead, don't stop now ...."

Trisha took the prick in her mouth and started sucking. Paresh was not circumcised so Trisha had to pull back the foreskin and first prod delicately with her tongue. Paresh gave a low groan of pleasure. Then Trisha took the full cock in her mouth and sucking it like an ice-cream stick. This time there was a mumble of delight from the old fellow. Trisha's eyes lit up with a smile as she looked up at Dr Ghosh. Paresh was now gurgling with ecstasy or was it the agony of the frantic rubbing ... his long prick was turning red, along with Trisha face ... but still no ejaculation as Trisha kept on sucking and rubbing and jerking .. until....

"Madam ...Stop I don't think that this will work ...."

Paresh have a groan of despair and Trisha looked up, saliva dripping from her mouth. "This is what has been happening everyday"

"Relax, Paresh, let us think of another approach"

Dr Ghosh handed Trisha a tissue paper and asked her to wipe her face. Then he took Paresh's flaccid penis in his hand and toyed with it ... his lips pursed, his brow furrowed.

"I think we will have to give him an injection, at the base of his balls"

"Oh my god, will that hurt"

"Don't worry, not at all, will you now please turn over please"

Paresh was now on all fours, on his knees and elbows. "Madam, please come and see this" said Dr Ghosh. The three of them went behind Paresh and the doctor held up his balls and flaccid cock. "You see this thickening of the skin .. do you feel it?"

This was quite a sight. Paresh on all fours on the examination table. His butt pointing towards the ceiling, His balls and cock hanging limply between his thighs. Trisha holding his balls in her fingers, examining them like guavas in the fruit market and discussing their shape, size and texture with two others. Partho found it hilarious if not downright erotic.

"Yes", said Trisha, feeling the balls once again.

"We will fix that with one injection ....."

Leaving Paresh on the table, still on all fours, with Trisha fondling his balls, Dr Ghosh called his assistant, Maya. Maya was about 30, fairly dark, slightly plump but jolly, dressed smartly in a white and blue sari. 

"Maya, I will give the patient an injection from the back at the basis of his penis, and you must hold up his scrotum and penis while I do so ..." Dr. Ghosh was suddenly very formal.

"OK doctor" and to Paresh, "how are you sir? how are you feeling today ...."

Paresh had been on his knees all this while and had not paid attention to the arrival of another person. Suddenly he saw a woman's face two inches from his own and had his balls grabbed by a fresh pair of soft female hands!! He tensed.

"Relax, sir, don't worry. I will make you comfortable while the doctor will give a little injection", and saying so, gently held up his cock. 

Paresh started breathing heavily. The entire atmosphere had suddenly become very charged. Dr Ghosh was swabbing his balls with ether ... and the sudden chill sent a tingle up his spine. Maya was holding up his rapidly hardening cock .. and was she gently squeezing them as well?. A low groan escaped his lips .... He looked around and licked his lips ... something strange was happening to his prick. Was it getting a life of its own. Maya too had sensed something in her hands and, perhaps involuntarily, started to gently, very gently, massage the bloated cock. 

"Dr what is happening to me ... " groaned Paresh.

"Don't worry, everything is fine, just relax .... And let yourself go"

Dr Ghosh had sensed that the sight and touch of "different" woman had really turned his patient on and no real injection was necessary. He silently signaled Maya to stroke harder and harder .... Paresh was groaning and wriggling his bare butts, Trisha was rubbing his back, and Maya peeping low under his belly was pulling at his cock harder and harder, as if trying to milk a cow!!! ... until suddenly it happened.

Paresh gave a howl of delight and shot his cum into Maya's face and hands. Then he collapsed in a heap. Trisha was thrilled. After a long time, her husband had ejaculated ... so what if it was into another woman's face .... She would have gladly licked it off Maya but decorum dictated that she take a tissue and gently wipe Maya clean.

As Paresh rested half asleep and Maya left the room to clean up, Dr Ghosh took Trisha aside ... "Madam, you have a hard decision ahead of you ... you need another woman for Paresh at least once in a while ... the old rascal needs variety. He has no other problem.

The Search for the Cure 

Partho and Aruna's house in South Calcutta. Trisha has come across to discuss ways and means of finding a suitable woman who could help Paresh ejaculate once in a while. 

"The obvious route would be to get whore from Kalighat or Sonagachi ... " ventured Partho.

"But that would expose him to sexually transmitted diseases"

"And also expose you too, mother, since you would be fucking him as well, wouldn't you"

"Well not that I want to ...." defended Trisha, not very convincingly, " I am well past such things you know, but I would need to help my old man ..."

"Oh come on, madam, you are as keen for a fuck as him any day .. don't try to duck out. I saw the gleam in your eyes when Paresh babu was squirting his cum into Maya's face at the clinic ... you were wishing that it was your face ...."

"Whatever ..", Trisha changed the topic, " ... Aruna, what about your maid servants .... What if we pay them to 'milk' Paresh once a week"

"Well, ... we have Deepa and we have Tara, the others are too old, or rather not that exciting ..."

"Let us check them out today ..." It was always exciting for Partho to see girls and that too in the presence of his pretty wife and even prettier mother.

.....

Deepa was the single mother of three little children. Like most maidservants in Calcutta, her husband who was a drunkard, had abandoned her after the birth of her third girl child. It was even rumored that he was dead but no one was quite sure or really cared. She would be interviewed first and the trio was waiting for her in Partho's flat. The bell rang ..

"Deepa .. come in ... we are waiting for you" A tall, fair and comely girl walked into the room, where the three "interviewers" were seated. Her long hair was neatly braided and she was demurely dressed in a dark green sari. Her tits were small, but well formed and were securely held inside her short green blouse. She was wearing no ornaments but for a set of cheap earrings and a thin silvery chain around her neck.

"Deepa, has didi told you why we want to meet you today"

Deepa smiled coyly and stared at the floor.

"Deepa, we need to be sure that you really want this ... we don't want any misunderstanding later on"

"Yes .. I know"

"What do you know?"

"Didi's father is having problems ... I would need to make take care of him"

"Can you do so ... can you take good care of an old man"

"I did have a husband you know ... and I know what you are talking about"

"But that was a long time ago .... Have you been fucked recently"

Silence, Deepa was silently wringing her hands and staring at the floor.

"We need to know Deepa, the old man has a lot of difficulty in .... Well ... let us say doing the job ... we need to be sure that you can really help .... "

"Come on Deepa, who has the last one to screw you ...."

"My cousin ...last Friday"

"Oh .. that was why you did not show up .. you naughty girl " that was Aruna who had to bear the brunt of any absences.

"That is all right, and how exactly did you fuck, who gets on top"

"My cousin, he always goes on top"

"All men are same" interjected Trisha, " They always want to be on top .... How disgusting"

"And how for how long did he need to fuck you, before he came"

"Oh he comes very fast .... Just a few quick thrusts and he spurts like a hose"

"Unfortunate ...." Commented Trisha ...."the old man would take much longer .... Would she be able to sustain that?"

"Deepa ... we will have to check you more .... Can you please take off your clothes.."

Deepa's fair face blushed red ... " In front of Partho-babu?" she asked hesitatingly.

"Come on Deepa, you will have to go all the way with Paresh babu anyway"

Deepa was clearly uncomfortable, but after a little more coaxing she agreed. She unwrapped her sari and stood in front of the trio, in blouse and petticoat, wringing her hands and staring at the floor.

"Aruna, please help her ... get .... well comfortable"

Aruna went behind her and gently unhooked her blouse. She was not wearing any bra and the blouse fell away revealing small, pert tits and dark brown nipples.

Partho went up and gently tweaked one of the nipples .... Deepa took a step back.

"Now your petticoat please ... Deepa", Trisha was kind but firm.

Deepa loosened the drawstring of her petticoat and it slid to the floor to reveal an expanse of white belly that tapered down into a thick black triangular bush of pubic hair -- wild, wanton and bristly.

"Partho ... since you are a man, it is your call, do you think that this will loosen up your father" "I will have to feel her bush and cunt .. Deepa, can you please come closer ...."

Deepa came forward and Partho stood up .... His own cock was erect as well and was straining at his trousers. With one hand cradling her butts, Partho placed his other hands on Deepa's cunt, closed his fists around her pubic bush .. then slid one, then a second finger into her cunt and wiggled them. Deepa closed her eyes and a little shiver went through her.

"Can you turn around please, ... good .... Now spread your legs and bend forward, let me feel your cunt from behind"

Partho hand was now reaching through her parted legs, below the crack of her butts and was squeezing Deepa's cunt .....

So far it had gone along fine but the sudden squeeze was somehow the last straw ... Deepa lost her nerve, panicked, gave a whimper ... ran away to the corner of the room and covered her face. "No I cannot do this ... I am scared"

"Don't worry Deepa", Trisha immediately took charge, "you have no reason to be afraid ... we will not force you one bit ... and no one will ever know about this.

Deepa started to pick up her clothes .. but Aruna stopped her. "Forget about these old clothes ... I have two sets of brand new clothes waiting for you in the next room. Pick them up, get dressed and you can go"

"And thank you for this wonderful show ...." Murmured Partho ...

Trisha glared at him, " we still have not solved the problem Partho"

"Don't worry, mother, Tara would not disappoint us, she is coming in soon"

.......

Tara was a different ball game altogether. She was about 30, nominally married to an old guy who was twice her age and who lived in the country. Tara lived alone in the city and worked in a number of households. She used to work for Aruna but had suddenly disappeared for nearly three month. When she came back she gave some cock and bull story about her son getting lost and she having to go looking for him, but the local grapevine claimed that she had eloped with a young man ..... and after falling out with him after a while had come back. She was a daredevil, free spirited woman with a lot of spunk. She knew that half the men in the area eyed her as she walked down the streets .... And enjoyed it to the hilt.

There was a spring in her walk as Tara walked into the room. She had just had a bath and her dark, honey & chocolate body glowed in the evening light. Her thick dark, waist length tresses, neatly parted in the middle, cascaded down her shoulders and disappeared over her back. She was wearing a light yellow sari and a matching blouse, cut low to reveal her swollen tits. The big yellow dot of her bindi glowed between her eyebrows and a single yellow locket, suspended from a thin gold chain, nestled on her chocolate bosom. Tiny bells attached to her anklets tinkled lightly at each step. A mischievous smile played over her lips. She announced her entry with a pleasant namaskar [ greetings ]. The effect was mesmerizing.

"Tara, you are looking terrific ...", began Aruna, " I am sure that my father would be delighted with you".

"Thank you, didi, I am sure that I would be able to do a good job".

"I hope you know what your job is Tara", Trisha broke in, "It is quite unusual ..."

"Yes, ma'am, didi has told me about it ... and why, why is it unusual ... is it not something quite natural"

A little smile played across Trisha's lips ..."So it is quite natural ..is it ...but I thought that you lived alone, apart from your husband"

"To be honest with you, my husband is well .... not at all useful ... he lives in the village, but here, in the city, I have Gopal to take care of me", [smile], " and he is very, very nice".

"Do you go and visit your husband in the village", Trisha was curious about the old husband, " or does he come to the city"

"He comes once a month to take some money, that I earn, and that is when I have to take care of him"

"But otherwise ... you get fucked by Gopal everyday is it"

"That is right ma'am"

"What is the different between fucking your husband and fucking Gopal .... Can you just explain a little more"

"My old man is a crashing bore .... He can barely get an erection, his continual rubbing leaves my cunt raw, tender and painful ... and then too he rarely ejaculates ...". Trisha exchanged a knowing look with the other two, while Tara continued "But Gopal is terrific ... so cute, so elegant and so truly delicious" she gushed.

"Don't drool like that, mother!" hissed Aruna, nudging Trisha on the elbow.

"How do you fuck Gopal, Tara .... Can you explain that to us in a little more detail"

"Well I used to be on my back and he used to climb between my legs, but we soon got tired of that ..."

"So what other positions did you try?"

"Then he used to lie down and I would climb onto his cock .... And wriggle my hips .... That would get him excited and he would start squeezing and licking my tits"

"At last a man who allows the woman on top ...."

"... then of course he makes me kneel on the bed and takes me from behind, you know like dogs ... I find that very exciting"

"So Gopal's cock must be pretty long, otherwise it never enters ..."

"No ma'am, it is not size, we used to think the same ... but actually you have to know the technique ... I generally take his cock in my hand and guide it straight into my cunt"

"That's good, you know how to do that " ..Trisha remembered that night ... when they had tried and Paresh had had the big CRUNCH!!

"Sure ... but you know the way that we enjoy the most is when he takes me on his lap .... And digs deep into me with his big prick while squeezing my tits and kissing me on my mouth ... that is very comfortable and when he kisses me it is very, very nice ... you know what I mean"

"I can understand that very well', interrupted Aruna,' but we need to take a closer look at you ...."

"You want me take of my clothes ...", said Tara getting up, " no problem .... And Partho babu will get a free show", .. this with a broad wink.

Tara went to the corner of the room and quickly slipped off her sari. She was about to take of her blouse but Trisha asked her to come back to the centre of the room. She came forward with a puzzled look and then understood when Trisha gestured Partho to help her out. Partho was only too eager. He stood up, held her by the shoulder, and gently turned her around ..... A little shiver passed through her, as she gave a shrug, tossed her hair and turned towards Partho with a sweet smile. "Go ahead, take down my blouse".




Trisha's Quest Ch. 1



Partho undid the hooks of her blouse and pulled it away. Her mango shaped tits were now hanging loose, Partho cradled them in his hands and gently tweaked her nipples. "oooh ...." Murmured Tara, as her nipples hardened out into erect buttons.

"Do you massage these with coconut oil Tara", asked Partho, still fondling and teasing her tits.

"Not with oil, Partho babu, but with Gopal's cum!!! he squirts it over these pigeons, as he calls them, and then rubs it in for over an hour .... ", then with a smile to Aruna, "Didi, you should ask Partho babu to do the same for you as well"

Partho's hands dropped lower and were about to loosen the drawstrings of her petticoat, when Trisha stopped him.

"Tara, my dear, would you just walk around the room for us ..."

"Sure ma'am ... let me show you a few steps of a dance that I had once learned ...." And started walking across the room.

The bells on her anklets tinkled with every step ... and her hips wriggled to the same rhythm. As gracefully as a gazelle, the dusky siren walked across to the far end of the room, the dark corner, dropped her petticoat, raised her arms skywards and pirouetted around.

There was a collective gasp ... as the trio saw her big, tight tits, bouncing above her chocolate torso that tapered down to the her pubic bush -- that was neatly trimmed to a precise triangle.

"Oh my god, do you shave your bush Tara", Aruna was the first to regain her breath.

"Actually it is Gopal who does it for me ... he has this fascination for a trimmed bush"

"Does it hurt"

"Not if someone done is with love and care ... as Gopal does"

"Come closer, Tara, let Partho feel it ... after all he is the best judge"

"Actually it is my cock that is the judge", sniggered Partho," and it has already passed its judgement .. see it is standing up, but come closer ... hey what the ..."

Tara had stepped forward and had already grabbed his cock through his trousers ... "Partho babu, your cock is even faster than Gopal's"

"Let go ..." Partho was struggling but Tara had already slipped one hand through his trousers and was feeling his big prick. With the other, she grabbed Partho's neck, pulled it forward and planted a big, wet kiss on his lips .....

Partho was in heaven, and speechless ... with one hand he was already squeezing her tits and the other was on her head, with her hair bunched up in his fist ...They were covering each other's mouth with kisses, loud slurping kisses and even more kisses.

"Partho ... what on earth are you doing", Aruna was again the first to regain her speech. "Tara is not for you, but for my father .. let go ..."

"Didi ... why are you upset ... let Partho babu have some bonus fun ..." Tara broke the clasp and smiled at Aruna ... "I am sure that he will not love you any less if he loves me .... Do you think I will love Gopal any less after I am through with your father ... don't be jealous"

But Partho was not one to give up his prize so easily. He had again spun Tara around, pressed his erect cock into Tara's butts and was caressing her furry bush. Again a little shiver passed through her, as she gave a shrug, tossed her hair and turned towards Partho and smiled, oh-so-sweetly "Partho -babu I think madam has some business at hand".

"Enough .. I have found what I wanted", Trisha took charge. " I think that Tara would be the right girl to make my old man come alive. Let us now work out the details"

"Let us have some tea, Tara, would you please go to the kitchen and make some tea for us"

"With pleasure, didi ..."

"And you do not need to put on your clothes yet", Partho quipped ...."even if there is no action, let the show continue ...."

The Road to Nirvana 

Two years had passed since that fateful evening when Trisha had selected Tara for servicing Paresh, and she could not have made a better choice. The chocolate bombshell had totally transformed the old man, who after dying his hair and now his pubic bush felt years younger. 

Trisha still remembered the day when she and Partho had brought Tara to their house and introduced her to Paresh. The old man had initially been hesitant, almost afraid, but Tara with had taken the bull by the horns --- or by its balls. Right there in the drawing room, he had pulled down Paresh's pajamas, taken his cock in her mouth and sucked him to instant ejaculation in front of everyone else. Then without any further ado, she had planted a big wet kiss -- wet with Paresh's own cum -- on Paresh lips and dragged him off into the bedroom. Within minutes the groans and squeals started. Partho and Trisha had peeped in through the window and had seen the wondrous sight of Paresh on his back, legs up and thrashing in the air ... the chocolate lady impaled on his erect dick, wriggling on his paunch, her wild waist length hair tossing around like the sails of a galleon in a storm.. Trisha listened until she heard the ejaculatory yelp from the old man and turned away ... she had not noticed, but Partho's erect prick had been prodding her butts, as he leaned over her to take a look .... and as she turned away, Partho noticed a drop of tear in her eyes .... was she very happy for Paresh or was she sorry to have lost him to Tara .... Or was it both.

Two years had passed since then. 

Trisha was sitting in her drawing room, on the sofa, eyes nearly closed and fixed on the ceiling .. Trisha had grayed gracefully but her body was as firm and svelte as ever. Partho was sitting across on a chair. 

"It is almost two years ago that we brought Tara here .... And she has performed a miracle, Paresh babu is new man"

"Right Partho and I really admire Tara for getting Paresh to perform again ... something that I failed to do"

"Are you still fucking every night?"

"Tara used to come in every Saturday and they used to fuck like dogs in heat ...I could hear them through the night, squealing like pups. Then he would carry on with me for the next one or two days or as long as his interest remained ... which was not much as he would wait for his weekend candy"

"Do I hear a tinge of regret ..."

"Well not quite .... But then I too am a woman .... I don't want to feel unwanted .... And I need to get fucked as well"

"Come on, it cannot be that bad ... Paresh babu must be fucking you as well"

"NO ....." Trisha almost choked on that word, "As long as Tara was there she would ensure that Paresh fucks me as well, but ever since he started with other girls -- mainly whores -- he has stopped sleeping with me"

Partho came around to the sofa, sat down and put his arms around her. "Look ma'am, don't worry about Paresh babu .... There are many others who would give anything to make you happy ..."

"Like who?"

"Only time will tell, but keep looking ... do you want me to massage on your back"

"That would be wonderful"

"Would you want to lie down on the sofa"

"Sure .... Is that OK"

"And would you want to loosen you blouse ... or let me unhook it from the back ... that's nice"

"Partho, I think I am getting old, should I not focus more on the scriptures"

"You sure can, but right now I think I should focus on your wonderful tits ... oops ... I should not have squeezed them like that!!"

"Never mind, Partho, no one has squeezed them for a long time .... Ah ... my nipples are hardening at your touch .. this is great"

"In that case, let me massage your butts as well, ... I will have to pull down your sari you know"

"Just go ahead Partho, do what you want ... go ahead"

"May I now turn you around, ma'am, .... Ah ..... your tits are still tight and lucious ... and your nipples ... when were they sucked last?"

"Go ahead you naughty boy, just suck them right now"

"And your bush, ... oh they are so dense and tight, but they could do with some trimming ..."

"You remember Tara's bush, Partho, and how she said that Gopal would trim them with love and care ...."

"Let me get a razor and tidy that up"

"Partho, don't you dare cut up my cunt ..."

"Just don't worry, ma'am, where there is love and care ... there is no hurt"

Partho took a razor and carefully, very carefully shaved away the edges of the bush. Then he took a pair of scissors and trimmed the dense growth, leaving fine, furry carpet to stroke on. Then he led Trisha to the bathroom and gently washed away the suds and splashed on the aftershave. Trisha squealed with pleasure as the aftershave hit home with a sharp tingle.

"Tara, was an eye-opener. Partho .. do you remember how she described her various positions with Gopal"

"Of course ... and the way she used to be on top, like the Goddess Kali!!"

"Kali ... that is interesting ... she too is always on top isn't it"

"Of course, standing on Shiva chest ... but you know there are certain images that show her impaled on Shiva's prick as well"

"What is this Shiva - Kali affair, Partho"

"That is quite complex, ma'am ... the Hindu religion at its intellectual best is strictly monotheistic .... There is this Absolute Bliss"

"Yes, Partho, without shape, without form, without attributes ... the pure consciousness"

"And the world that we see around us is illusory, created when this pure consciousness differentiates into Shiva and Shakti [ of which Kali is just one form]"

"Why ...."

"The foreplay or lila of Shiva and Shakti is what creates this world that we can sense, see, feel and touch, and when they reunite again, they return the state of pure Bliss ... that is Nirvana"

"Is that why Tantriks use sex to reach their highest state?"

"In a sense, yes. From a physical and psychological viewpoint, the sexual orgasm is in a sense analogous to enlightenment or revelation that all great men and women have experienced"

"Partho, I have been reading the scriptures ... but could never find a way to reach the highest goal ... are you saying that this the route"

"This is ONE of the many routes .... There are others .."

"But can we try out this one ..."

"Of course, why not"

"Now, here ..."

"Sure, ... you are already in my arms, let me carry you to the bed" .....

"Let me take off your shirt, Partho ... oh my god, the hair on your chest is so sexy ..."

"Easy, easy .... You need not rub your face on it any harder, relax"

"And down with your pants Partho, .... Ooh ... your prick is so big ...."

"Take it in your mouth, ma'am .... Ah ... suck harder, harder"

"On the carpet, Partho .... I can't wait for the bed .. on your back ... here and now"

"Relax, ma'am, now you can climb onto my prick ... "

"Ooo ... it is so big and hard ... it is pushing into my belly"

"Insert it gradually, slowly, slowly into your cunt .... "

"Ah ... it is inside ... I can feel it .. I am shivering ... do you feel it Partho"

"Your butts are heaving and bucking ma'am, they are driving me crazy, relax or I will shoot ..."

"Take me on your lap Partho, the way Tara had described"

"Let me get up ma'am, ah that is right, now pass your legs around my waist ... are you comfortable"

"Yes, Partho, I feel so safe now, engulfed in your warmth ... now kiss me on my mouth ...Partho"

"Your long hair is fascinating ma'am, the silvery streaks are terrific, let me run my fingers through it ... "

"Squeeze my tits Partho, squeeze them harder"

"Let me pull your butts into my lap ... do you feel my prick inside you"

"Yes, thrust harder ... thrust harder ...."

"You are shivering, ma'am .... You are on your way ....you are now the Shakti .. I am the Shiva, take charge now .. I am in your hands"

"On your back, my Shiva ... let me rise above you"

"Yes my Shakti, I am on my back, beneath you, .... Now rise above me ....rise, rise and grind your cunt into my prick"

"I feel the Shakti inside me ... is this heaven, is this the Bliss ..."

"Your jerks are terrific. Your mane is flying around face .... And in it I see your halo ... thump, my Shakti, thump harder"

"Where were you, my Shiva, .... Where are you ... come to me, show me your face ..."

"Shakti, .... Kali, ... Tara ...." ...Partho thrusts harder, his butts almost leaping off the floor.

"Shiva Shiva Shiva ... I am dancing on your cock" Trisha is bucking and bouncing on Partho body.

"Where are you my Shakti, pull me, pull me into your womb ... into your absolute Bliss" ...another thrust.

"Shiva, Shiva, Shiva .....", another thump, followed by a shriek ...

"It is happening, It is happening .... Is that a light glowing behind you ....? "

"The Bliss, the Bliss ... I feel it pulsating through me ..... Once more, my Shiva, One more push"

"Ah, the light, that blinding light ... I see it, it is pulling me, sucking me into your cunt, I am coming, I am coming ... ahhh ..."

"Shiva, I feel it, I feel it, your seed is spurting into me ... it is a torrent, a rush, a flood of pleasure, of ecstasy, I see it, I have arrived, I am there...." 

Trisha gave a final squeal of pure pleasure and collapsed on Partho's chest. Both of them are drained, exhausted, tired. Enlightened?

..........

Trisha is the first to move. She slowly disentangles herself, gets on her knees and pulls Partho up. They exchange on last deep kiss and look into each other with new eyes ... is that the Third Eye of Enlightenment?....Then Partho gets on to his feet and pulls Trisha to his chest. Shakti clings tightly to her Shiva as they take their first tentative steps ...

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step ... Trisha and Partho had taken that step today.

To Be Continued...

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Trisha's Quest Ch. 2



 Chapter 2: The Deep End

"Mother, what the fuck have you been doing with Partho?", screamed Aruna's voice through the phone. Trisha had expected this ever since she and her son had had the most ecstatic of all sexual experiences last week. After coming down from cloud Nine, both Partho and Trisha had realised that such an experience could never be the last, but the point was how to break it to Aruna? They could have kept the affair a secret but that would have been cheap and trite and both of them loved Aruna too much to "cheat" on that wonderful girl. 

Finally, Partho had decided that enough was enough. He would tell all and take the consequences on his chin. So that Saturday, at the breakfast table, he told Aruna that he had fucked her mother, Trisha, in the classical Shiva-Shakti style. Aruna was first incredulous, then deeply hurt, then livid [ that was when she was screaming on the phone ], then understood Trisha point of view and finally became immensely inquisitive and supportive of the entire relationship. Partho was relieved. That was one monkey off his back ... 

But Aruna had other ideas, "Can I participate in your quest .. in your search?"

"You can certainly participate in our quest, but remember Aruna, both me and your mother are novices in this deep game. I am not sure whether we would lead you anywhere ...."

"Well .... If nothing else we will have the joy of fucking each other .... Nothing can take that away from us"

"Let us get together tomorrow and chart a way forward ... "

"Shall I call my mother and ask her to come over tomorrow?"

"That would be wonderful ... "

So that was why Trisha rang the doorbell of Aruna's flat on that bright October Sunday afternoon. Aruna opened the door and gasped!! Trisha was positively radiant. She was wearing a bright orange saree, tied as usual deep below her navel. Her black hair, streaked with gray cascaded down her shoulders ... but what really stood out was the way her face glowed .. Trisha had been very fair, in her youth but of late age had taken its toll and her complexion had somewhat dulled ... but today she was radiant. Her cheeks were flushed ... was it a touch of rouge or what is sheer excitement that had coloured her high cheekbones? Aruna was amazed.

"Mother .... What a change ... had I not known better, I would have mistaken you for one of the models that walk the ramp. What has happened?"

"Aruna, my dear, the body is a reflection of the mind ..... just as Tara had rekindled your father, Partho has put the zing into my life ....", she pushed into the room and sat down on the sofa.

"and a squirt of cum into your cunt" ... finished Partho ," come on in ma'am and make yourself comfortable"

"Partho!!!... is there nothing that you cannot utter .... Must you make everything so explicit"

"Great men have simple ways of saying profound truths ...." Partho had the knack of always having the last word.

Aruna's cook had put together a pretty neat spread. A light, but elegant fried rice, garnished with saffron, dried grapes and cashewnuts, a spicy curry of tender lamb rounded off with a thin cream and custard dessert -- interesting enough to stop all but the most desultory conversation but not too heavy to staunch the flow of ideas that would. Partho brought out the cognac as the others made themselves comfortable with the cushions that were scattered on the carpet. 

Aruna was the first to pour out a peg and passed it around." You two must tell me all about this Shiva Shakti stuff ... I am dying to know all about it".

"This will take some time, do you have the patience .."

"We have the whole afternoon, Partho, go ahead"

"You see, in the Hindu world view, the boundary between the Creator and his creation is blurred. The 'Creator', and I use that particular word because I don't have a better one, is what is knows as the Absolute Bliss, without form, without shape, without attributes, beyond perception. This is the Sat-Chit-Anand : the convergence of Truth, Consciousness and Ecstasy. The 'Creation', the world of sensory perceptions that we see around us, is an illusion, Maya, caused by the differentiation of the primal consciousness into Shiva and Shakti. Shiva alone is inert and "dead". When Shakti plays with Shiva he comes alive as the illusion of the sensory world. The human intellect associates Shiva and Shakti with the male and the female principles. When Maya crumbles down --- when Shakti merges into Shiva , we have the 'Creation' merging with the 'Creator' and the realisation that they are the one and the same. Note, I use the term realises, not understands."

"This is too complex, Partho, if I cannot understand, how will I ever .... grasp,.. or realise this phenomena of the crumbling maya"

"It is not easy Aruna, which is why, there are very few who have had this realisation ... and for those who have -- like Krishna, Jesus or Mohammed -- the experience is so ecstatic that they are left with no other desires"

"But how can it be that I do not understand something, ... it may take time, but in the end I must be able to understand it"

"Can you understand the beauty of a sunset? No ... you just experience it. Did you really understand the sexual orgasm when I was fucking you last night? No you just experienced it ...and was not that bliss? at least you were screaming so ...."

"Are you equating the orgasm to the realisation of Nirvana?"

"Not equating, but drawing a close parallel ....it is an analogy, an approximation, like the print of an original Van Gogh painting, but I am not sure of the quality of the print"

"Other than the obvious analogy of an actual union, I don't really see the connection between the realisation of the unity and the sexual act"

"There are similarities ... but since none of us here have had the realisation, it is very difficult for us to relate this process to something that we know from the world of sensory perception that we are familiar with"

"But you still insist that it is similar to a sexual orgasm? Why"

"It is my belief, you are free to agree to it or junk it, but I feel it in my bones, I know that I am right and I can give you certain hints that just might convince you"

"Like what"

"Ok, follow this carefully. You cannot force a realisation upon yourself. You may read all the books and chant all the mantras but you cannot WILL yourself to have this realisation. You can create certain conditions and then it may or may not happen to .. you really have no control on that"

"That is impossible, as an intelligent and healthy person I can do exactly what I want ... at least in principle ... I know that I cannot fly an aircraft ... but if I learn to do so, I would"

Partho smiled. "No Aruna there are things that cannot be 'done' or understood, you have to realise or perhaps experience them ... but please pass around the cognac .. I could do with another shot"

"And then maybe you can demonstrate this realisation, to Aruna?", smiled Trisha.

The late afternoon sun was streaming in through the drapes of the western window. Trisha picked up her crystal, walked across and pulled the drapes, and took a sip. Aruna was by now on her third peg and she was picking up a pleasant buzz. "Aha, so you want to fuck my mother now? very smart ...."

"That was very naughty of you kid ...," she heard Trisha say," and for that I will give you a little punishment .... Will you do what I say?"

Trisha's face was in the shade and Aruna could barely make out her silhouette, but she nodded her head in agreement.

"Aruna, I want you to have an orgasm, right now, where you are, on the carpet"

"But mother, what do you mean by having an orgasm .... Just like that"

"You know exactly what an organism is, don't you? I know that you had two or three last night when Partho was fucking you .... So I want you to have one more now ... I want to see and feel the juices dripping out of your cunt ... cant you do that? ... I am sure you can"

"But mother .. I can't, you are a woman, you know you just can't make your cunt wet just like that, it is not like peeing or licking your lips"

"Perhaps, Partho can help ...."

Partho walked over, lifted Aruna up from the carpet, turned her around to face Trisha ... and gave a little kiss on her neck ... 

"Would you please loosen her hair, Partho ....", her soft tresses cascaded down to the middle of her back.

"Kiss her Partho, on her cheeks, and slide you hands into her blouse .... Do you feel her nipples? Are they hard as yet?"

"Nibble her ear, Partho ... now do you feel them hardening?". Partho looked up smiled and nodded.

"Now loosen her sari, Partho, gently, gently and let it drop down on the floor"

Partho gently dragged Aruna away from the sari that she had just shed.

"Now squeeze her tits Partho, and tease her nipples ...."

Aruna's eyes were almost closed, was it the cognac? or .... She gave a low moan of pleasure.

"Now take off her blouse, Partho, and give a little lick on her ear".

Aruna's milk white tits spilled out, the nipples were big, red and distended. Partho fingers were circling the rough patch around the nipples and his lips were teasing her ear. A little shiver passed through Aruna's body, her head jerked back. Partho's hands were going all over Aruna's belly, past her belly button, and disappeared into her petticoat.

"Partho, you can pull out the drawstrings now ..." the petticoat collapsed, revealing a mass of pubic hair, not too bushy, not too recently trimmed either. 

Partho's hands were feeling the bush, then grabbed her mound and gave it a gentle squeeze. Another moan, louder and longer escaped Aruna's lips. Partho, fingers were now probing and prodding into Aruna's cunt lips, each thrust, each wriggle was reciprocated with either a moan or shiver from Aruna .... Her breathing became faster. Partho's fingers had by now found her sweet spot and Aruna gave a gasp. Partho finger moved faster and faster. Aruna was now writhing uncontrollably, her cunt moist with her juices that were pouring out. Partho had now found the rhythm ...with one hand on her nipple and the other in her cunt, he was almost conducting a sexual opera ...that was driving Aruna crazy. The girl was now bucking and heaving in his arms, gasping for breath and screaming something unintelligible ... and then it happened ...

Suddenly Aruna's body arched backward, tight and taut, she gave a long low squeal of pleasure, a shiver passed through her body, her legs gave away under her and would have collapsed to the floor had she not been in safe and strong hands.

Partho lowered her to the carpet and gave her a sip of the cognac.

"That was the orgasm that you were unable to have", said Trisha," until Partho created the right environment and prepared your mind and body to realise it. Nirvana is something like that ... you cannot 'will' it to happen, you can only experience it".

The Bend in the Road  Partho's car was speeding down the road to Bakreshwar, the small town in Birbhum famous for its mineral rich hotsprings and the ancient Shiva temple. Legend said, the Kali's third eye, associated by scientists with the pineal gland had fallen here when her dead body was dismembered. Facts suggest that a significant physical relic of some ancient woman sage was preserved here ... much like the 2500 year old tooth of the Buddha that is still preserved in Colombo, SriLanka.

After the dramatic demonstration of the "realisability" of certain psycho-physical processes on Aruna's body, the trio had determined that their quest needed some guidance from someone who was more advanced than they were. While Partho and Trisha had realised certain truths, it was still a case of the blind leading the blind. Trisha had then come to know that in the temple town of Bakreshwar there was a certain practitioner who could lead them further. This sage -- RamBaba, was a total recluse and after repeated attempts on Trisha's part, he had reluctantly agreed to take her a little further. He asked her to come to Bakreshwar on a full moon night. That was where they were now headed.

Bakreshwar is a tiny temple town that gets a lot of tourist buses during the day but is almost deserted at night. Trisha, Aruna and Partho arrived just after noon, parked their car, entered the temple complex and paid their homage to the resident deity. Just behind the main temple was a pool, fed by the warm mineral rich waters of some subterranean spring. But for a few bubbles of helium, the huge pool was calm and placid, reflecting the deep shadow of a huge and ancient banyan tree. Behind the pool and almost invisible in the crowd of aerial roots of the banyan tree was a tiny hut, this was where RamBaba did his penances, away from the maddening crowd. Trisha walked around the pool, and spotted a small knot of sadhus [ holy men], smoking ganja [ marijuana] from a clay pipe. 

"Greetings, I have come to meet RamBaba, is he there in that hut."

The sadhu who had the pipe in his hand, simply ignored her, touched the pipe to his forehead, pulled a long, long puff, passed the clay pipe to the next sadhu and closed his eyes. Trisha waited. After what seemed an eternity, he exhaled, opened his eyes and said : "Rambaba is expecting you. But he will meet you later in the evening .... And be prepared to spend the night here".

The sun had just set. The last tourist bus had left and the temple complex was empty. The flame of a single oil lamp was burning in the temple and this was reflected in the huge pool. Trisha, Aruna and Partho were huddled on the edge, waiting for Rambaba's call. The silence was total, though the darkness was not ... the full moon was on the horizon, and its light filtered through the branches. A few stars were pushing their way out through the gathering gloom.

A rustle of footsteps. A figure was coming towards them through the trees. All three of them tensed as the man came and stopped about 20 feet away from them. "Mother", he called out, "would you come with me please"

"May I ask my companions to come with me?"

"Yes, but RamBaba will not meet them ... he will only meet you"

"Let us go", hissed Trisha ... and moved forward with the other two following behind.

As Trisha reached the sadhu, Aruna gave a gasp .. the man was stark naked.

"What will he do to her?" she hissed at Partho.

"Let us follow them and see ..."

The naked sadhu led Trisha through the trees, to the edge of the pool and stopped. Trisha and her escort were in the moonlight, with Aruna and Partho were in the shadows about ten feet away, watching intently. Trisha's face was calm and composed though her heart must have been thumping at the sight in front of her. Staring at her in the moonlight was this tall, gaunt stranger, with wild unkempt hair, matted and trailing over his back. A wide, muscular chest, tapering down to thick matt of pubic hair, from which hung a massive cock and a pair of testicles, as large as tennis balls. The cock was not circumcised and tapered down to a thin point. 

"Mother, we have some practices to perform before you can meet Rambaba ... are you ready?"

"Yes" said Trisha in a hushed whisper.

"You will have to take off all your clothes and ornaments .... Baba only will meet you only in your native state"

Silently Trisha took off her saree, blouse, petticoat.

"And your bangles, necklace, rings, hairclip please .... Just leave everything here ... "

Trisha did as she was ordered. Her long hair uncoiled and fell to her waist.

"I would now need to shave off all your hair .....i hope you would not mind.", Trisha silently nodded her assent.

The sadhu sat her down on the steps leading down to the pool and pulled out a razor. It glinted in the moonlight. Partho felt Aruna shivering with fright or excitement and gently pressed her arm. With a fluid, graceful movement, the sadhu started shaving away Trisha's tresses and soon the moon was reflecting off her totally bald pate. Then he gently pushed her to the ground, on to her back, and spread her legs.

"Is he going to fuck her now?"

"No, I think he will only shave her cunt"

Partho was right. Trisha tensed as the sadhu turned his attention to her cunt. Her eyes were closed and her fists were tightly clenched. Never had she ever had her pubis shaved and this was hardly the way one would have wanted to go ahead for the first time. Naked beside a hot spring, legs spread wide and cunt exposed to the starlit sky. A total stranger, stark naked, but for sharp razor in his hand, glinting in the moonlight. A little shiver passed through her body. The sadhu noticed it. "Don't worry, Mother, I will be very, very gentle". The sadhu was almost reading her thoughts.

Partho and Aruna watched as the sadhu very carefully shaved first her cunt and then her armpits. Her head was already bald and when he was finally, done, Trisha was a clean as a marble statue.

"Except for her eyebrows and lashes ..... wonder why did he leave that out"

"The eyes are crucial. Their beauty has to be preserved and enhanced for it is between these two that the third one will appear"

"I will now rub you down with some oil and then you will have a bath. Will you stand up please ...."

The sadhu poured some oil into his palms and started rubbing it over her tits. Trisha kept a straight face ... but her nipples gave her away ...they gradually popped up erect. The sadhu caressed her tits and gently squeezed them. Then he turned her around, to face the moon and started rubbing her back and butts. Partho and Aruna, standing two two feet away in the shade could see her clearly now, eyes tightly shut, tits swinging with each scrub of her back. The sadhu's hands were now massaging her belly, then gradually dipped lower, briefly, very briefly stroked her pubis and then slid down her legs, first one and then the other until her oiled body glistened from the top of her bald head to the tips of her toes.

Massage over, the sadhu bent down picked Trisha up in his arms and slowly waded into the warm water. Suddenly he stumbled, fell forward, groped around with his feet and then regained his balance. Trisha startled by the movement had thrown her arms round the sadhu's neck ... and in this position they took three dips in the warm pool.

The sadhu came out of the pool, still carrying Trisha, dripping with water, in his arms and walked briskly to a small hut. Partho and Aruna hurried along after them and peeped in. The sadhu motioned them to come in and sit down in the corner The room was small and dark and reeked of marijuana. A single oil lamp glowed on the wall and in the centre, they could see a foot long Shiva Lingam -- an upright piece of black stone known as Shiva's penis. The sadhu put Trisha down in front of the lingam and disappeared towards the back of the hut.

"Mother ... are you all right", asked Aruna, but before Trisha could reply the sadhu was back with a clay pipe of marijuana with him. Settling down in front of her, he took a deep puff and offered it to her. Trisha, eyes popped. This was new. She had never smoked and handling the strange pipe was an art that only few had ever mastered. The sadhu realised her predicament and beckoned her to come and sit on his lap.

For the first time, Trisha's voice wavered. "Baba do I have to smoke ....?" She asked.

"Yes Mother", the sadhu replied, "without this you really cannot go very much further"

Obediently, Trisha went up and sat on his lap .. fortunately the sadhu's cock showed no intention of an erection YET. 

The sadhu held the pipe and the two of them smoked for the next half and hour ... As she took more and more puffs, Trisha eyes went red and glazed over and she leaned more and more into the sadhus's wide chest. A strange sense of peace descended on her as she surrendered herself completely to the power of the strange sadhu. A bald woman, sitting stark naked on the lap of the equally naked sadhu, leaning back on his chest and staring at the darkness through unfocussed eyes ... the sadhu, with the clay pipe cupped in his hands, was taking huge drags and then pressing it onto Trisha's face. Trisha had by now got the hang of the smoke .... and was puffing as strongly as well, and blowing a cloud of faint blue smoke into the firelight.. Finally the sadhu asked her to take one last drag and stand up. She did so, but just about. She was tottering as he led her to the stone lingam and asked her to gradually squat on it.




Trisha's Quest Ch. 2



"That lingam is so big, .. it will split open her cunt", gasped Aruna," Partho .. should we not stop her now". 

But Partho did not reply. He was spellbound by the strange sight of Trisha, stoned out of her mind, feeling out the lingam with her cunt.

The sadhu suddenly pushed her down and the stone rammed in. Had she been normal, Trisha would have cried out in pain but the marijuana had transported her into a different plane. The sadhu pumped her up and down on the rock until she found the rhythm and started doing it on her own. A bald woman, naked as marble statue, glistening with sweat and impaled on a foot long black stone lingam ... the site was out of this world, and she was thrusting like a piston, up and down, up and down.

The sadhu whipped around to the front and started masturbating in front of her face. Trisha's naked body was glistening with sweat as she reached out to pull the sadhu's rapidly hardening cock into her mouth ... as if that what she had been programmed to do. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted and her breath was coming in gasps. Aruna was wondering how long could she carry on like this ... who would come first, Trisha or the sadhu.

Her question was soon answered as the sadhu shot his cum straight into Trisha's face. Trisha was oblivious to the splash, she was still pumping away, but the sadhu caught hold of her shoulders and slowed her down. "Mother .... Wait, Your time has not yet come ...".

Next he took a drop of cum, that had splashed on Trisha's face, on his index finger, dipped it into a tiny pot of vermilion powder and applied a red mark [or tilak] on her forehead. He gently wiped the rest of her face clean, helped her get up and led her out of the hut.

Partho and Aruna tried to follow but the sadhu stopped them. "You will have to wait here my friends, from now on she is alone. Don't worry, spend the night here .. I will bring her back tomorrow morning" and with that the two of them disappeared into the darkness.

Setting the Stage  Another Sunday morning -- Partho, Aruna and Trisha sitting around the breakfast table, sipping tea. Trisha had changed beyond recognition. She was wearing a deep red sari and a tight fitting red blouse. Her large limpid eyes were delicately framed in jet-black kajal [kohl] and a large red bindi, oval, not circular, blazed between her arched eyebrows. What was strikingly different was that her spectacular flowing tresses had been replaced with a fine carpet of tightly cropped hair that showed off the shapely contours of her head. This was the only visible legacy of their highly charged visit to Bakreshwar.

Partho and Aruna had never quite figured out what had really happened after Trisha was led off into the darkness. Trisha had fobbed off all their inquisitiveness by saying all that they would need to know will become apparent as and when it was required. Trisha had now informally broken off from Paresh -- who was still showing off his new found virility with a new mistress every month -- and had moved in with Partho and Aruna. The two women had now found a comfortable equation for sharing Partho between them. Monday, Wednesday and Friday was for Aruna, while Trisha had Partho on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Sunday night was spent all together in the same bed. Being only human, Partho obviously could not fuck a woman each night, but every morning irrespective of who had spent the night with him, Trisha would sneak into his room, jerk him into a quick ejaculation take his cum on her finger, dip it into vermilion and apply the red mark first on her head and then on her daughter. This was sacrosanct.

"Partho, is there a peepal tree in the neighborhood? I need the fruit of that tree"

"We can look for it, but why do you need it?"

"The fruit of the peepal tree has certain ingredients that stimulate the pineal gland, I want to grind it and mix it with the vermilion that I massage into our pineal glands every morning"

"That explains the morning ritual, but who told you all this .. Ram baba?". Trisha nodded.

"What else did you learn, what happened that night ... you have not told us anything about it ... that is not fair"

"All that we know is that at dawn, when we woke up from our slumber, we saw you lying on the ground in front of us ... the same red sari, the kajal lined eyes and the stab of red on between your eyebrows ... you were dazed and incoherent ... what happened in between"

"I cannot really explain .... But it was ... let us say enlightening"

"Were you fucked by the junior sadhu or by Ram Baba?"

"Of course I was fucked, but it was very different ...."

"What did the Baba look like?"

"I never saw him"

"But how could he fuck you without you seeing him ... were you blindfolded?"

"No the junior sadhu took me through the trees until we came to a clearing in the woods. There was a small platform, just about a three or four feet high that he made me climb and then he asked me to go down on all fours and not look around under any circumstances ... remember Paresh on the medical table, now I know how that idiot was feeling!!!. I realised that I would be fucked doggy style but could not see anyone. Suddenly the platform creaked as someone climbed on to it but I resisted the urge to turn around. Then Ram Baba .. it was actually he who had come aboard ... grabbed me by my shoulders and entered me in one massive stroke."

"So he fucked you doggy style, not the usual Shiva Shakti pose that is your favourite with Partho"

"No it was different .. this man was huge. Had I not loosened up with the stone lingam, I doubt if I would have been able to take in his cock at all"

"But he was still fucking you doggy style isn't it"

"No ... as soon as he had entered me, he sat down on the ground and pulled me onto his lap. His huge cock was still stuck inside me ... as hard as ever but it was kind of moving around inside me ... as if it was searching for something ... this was a totally new experience for me"

"Partho has you on his lap as well, but you can see his face ... but in this case you could not"

"But was more even more interesting was that he was so tall that he was breathing on the top of my shaven head .... His nose was over my head"

"Goodness, he must have been a giant .."

"I never found that out, but he breathed a lot of other knowledge into me through my crown ... while gently rocking me on his huge cock.

"And what all did he pass on to you"

But Trisha smiled and changed the topic, "Aruna, can you please ask Tara to come down in the evening today" .....

"Mother ... what has happened to your beautiful hair?" Tara breezed into the room like a breath of fresh air and her bubbly exuberance spread like soft light from a newly lit candle.

"Come, come, Tara ... what a pleasure to see you again", Trisha was genuinely pleased to see the 'chocolate candy' who had liberated her from the rut where Paresh had pushed her. "Please sit down ... no not on the floor, right here with me on this sofa" Trisha pulled her to her side and took her hands in her own.

"Has Paresh babu gone to seed again? Do you want me to shove a chili into his prick again?"

"Forget about that idiot, tell me how are you? Is Gopal still taking care of you?"

A shadow of regret flitted across her sparkling dark eyes. "That son-of-a-bitch has disappeared with a whore. Said he is going to Bombay to try his luck in the films ..."

"So who are you living with these days, back with your husband ...."

"The old man is there ... but right now I am living alone .... After Gopal I don't trust anyone anymore"

"It is all his will", said Trisha to herself, and then "Tara, why don't you move in with us? You could help Aruna around the house and even otherwise you are a pleasure to have around"

"That would be wonderful, but do you have anything special in mind this time? Don't tell me that it is Partho babu that needs to be spiced up"

"Oh no not at all .... Partho is quite competent ... but yes I do have something very special in mind for you."

"Mother ... I am always at your and didi's service ... please tell me what you want"

"Tara, this is something very serious ... don't hesitate to tell me if you have any problems ...."

"Mother ... I have full faith in you, don't worry ... just go ahead"

"Tara, you should be around 35 now ...", Tara nodded, " .. and I hope you are still having your periods?"

"Of course ...", Tara was puzzled.

"And you haven't been sterilized I hope ... you can still have children"

"No ....though Gopal did try to get me down to the clinic ..."

"Will you have a child for me Tara?" Trisha was direct .... Aruna gave a gasp, Partho was startled, Tara was puzzled .... "For Partho babu? Is didi having some problem?"

"No ... " said Trisha, "Let me explain ....but before that Partho, would you get some cognac for all us ..."

They all settled around on the carpet with the small crystal decanters. Tara had never had cognac before and certainly not in the elegant way that it was served now. She took a sip and choked. "Relax, Tara", petted Trisha, "this is not your country stuff that you have had with Gopal ... you are rising in life". 

"It is all right, mother", smiled Tara, " there is very little that I have not tried .... And there is nothing that I would not, don't worry about me"

"Good girl, Tara, you are like me .. always thirsting for the unknown. Now listen carefully to this .. I want a baby, preferably a girl but that is not very important"

"That is strange, normally people want boys in this country"

"You see ... this child will be different ... I want to create this child in a specific image ... almost like the way we specify how a shirt is stitched"

"Are you talking about genetic engineering", Partho asked.

"In effect yes, but I doubt if any genetic engineer would be able to meet my requirements yet, so we will try this in our own way ...."

"What will be so special about this child?"

"She will have a third eye!!!"

"But that is not possible ... the third eye is a myth"

"Not really. The third eye refers to the pineal gland that exists in the brain, behind the forehead and between the eyebrows ... in human beings the function of this gland has not yet been established but we believe that in this gland lies the doors of perception ... it is through this gland that the physical brain communicates with the mind and the greater mind -- the absolute bliss"

"And how will you ensure that this child will be born with this eye?"

"Nothing is ever certain but we will have to try. To begin with this child will come into existence -- be conceived -- at a specific point of time. .......I have figured out some parameters ... for example it must be the time of the full moon when the gravitational forces of the moon and the sun are aligned in opposition."

"That happens once every lunar month"

"Next we must do it in early summer ..."

"Is it the temperature of the ..."

"I am not really sure ... but it is around that time that two things happen. First the Earth passes through the asteroid belt and we get a fall of stardust ... that is a source of many great things, including life ... It is also at this time that we have a lot of activity with solar flares. This causes electronic storms .. so it is an unusual period."

"I have my doubts ... is all that enough?... there are many kids who are conceived at this time of the year .. none of them are any special"

"Partho, there is only point in time and space where all doubts are resolved ... but until we find that point in space-time, we have to go on searching .... But hang on ... I have some other cards in my deck .... Before we impregnate Tara, we will prepare her ..."

"So you have already assumed that Tara will bear this child ...."

"Of course .., Tara my girl, do you have any doubts on this?"

"No mother, this is very exciting for me .... Since I have not been to school, I have not really understood all that you have said so far, but my heart tells me that you are doing something very exciting ... and I would like to be with you all the way"

"I knew it", Trisha smiled, "The heart .. or rather our intuitions ... is often a more reliable guide than any rational debate"

"But what will you do to Tara ..."

"You know the peepal tree ..."

"Yes under which the Buddha attained enlightenment ... at Bodh Gaya ... what about it"

"The fruit of that tree is particularly rich in melatonin and seratonin ... two very powerful hormones that are secreted by the pineal gland. Tara is going to have a diet rich in the extract of this fruit ... both before as well as after her conception .. that way the child will be bathed in these hormones right from day zero"

"Mother, bathing her in this hormone soup is not enough, there is this blood brain barrier that will prevent it from reaching the little one's brain"

"Don't be such a sceptic Partho, if we do not try we will NOT succeed, that is certain. If we do try we might succeed .. and that is better than the earlier option."

Partho walked across and helped himself to another shot of cognac. "Anyone for more?" He held up the decanter. Tara did a quick bottoms up and held out her hand .... Her eyes were flashing ... she seemed to have been charged up with a new enthusiasm.

"Mother .. but who will be the father of my child? Will it be Partho babu?"

"No it will not be Partho, we will have to find someone else .... But that will depend on how much time we have .... The timing is crucial ... let me get the almanac first ..."

Aruna went to get the almanac that would have the dates of the new and full moons. Trisha continued, "Tara, how accurate are you menstrual periods?"

"Oh .. that is not a problem, I am very, very regular with my monthly flow"

"And when did you have your last period"

"It has just got over .. today is first day when I am not bleeding ..."

"Good, ah, here is the alamanac ... let me see ....the full moon dates. There is one in February end ... but that would fall just after your period .. you would be in the safe zone .. that would not help"

"In that case we must try the April full moon ... would that be all right?"

"I think so, and that would also bring us into the comfort zone with the other events as well"

"And in the meantime, we have to look for the right man to impregnate Tara ...."

"We have some time, I will work on that ... but first some we need to take care of certain other things"

"Like what?"

"Where will Tara stay? I cannot afford to have her fall in love with another Gopal and disappear to Bombay ... will you Tara?"

"Tara can stay with us here and help me around in the house .. ", chipped in Aruna, "that way she does not have to worry about anything else"

"That is perfectly fine with me," said Partho, "but with three beautiful ladies in the house, the neighbours will start thinking that I am starting a harem"

"Who gives a damm about what people think Partho babu? .... Have they ever helped us with anything .. and talking of a harem, I can assure you that YOU will not regret having me in the harem", giggled Tara.

"So that is settled, Tara dear, when can you move in with us"

"I would be delighted to move in right now ma'am ... I have hardly any possessions in this world but me, my body and my soul. Everything else can be left behind when I move in you"

"Tara, that is excellent, but you must work out an comfortable time share with the two others "began Partho in a pseudo-concerned voice "... keeping all three of you happy is a difficult proposition ...."

But before he could finish, Tara had leaned over and encircled him in her arms .. "but I am sure that mother and didi would not mind if I have you first ...." She hissed into his ears," Ever since that idiot Gopal left me in the lurch, I have been dying for fuck ..... I want one ... now and here ..."

Trisha smiled at the utter simplicity and frankness of Tara's request ...."Go ahead Partho, take her into my room and keep her happy for the rest of the night"

Widening the search  The Darjeeling Mail was speeding through the night, somewhere near Farakka -- where the track crosses the holy Ganga. It was cold and Trisha and Tara were under their blankets. They had a two-berth coupe in the first class compartment and they were going to Darjeeling, home to the fragrant Darjeeling tea, en route to Sikkim in the eastern Himalayas. They were heading into the land of mist and mystery, right up to the border of Tibet -- that last bastion of the esoteric arts, to find the right man who could impregnate Tara next April.

Tara had gone through major change ever since she had teamed up with Trisha for the grand quest. She was as effervescent as ever but now there a was distinct poise and confidence in the tenor of her speech. Soon after she had moved in with them, Trisha and Aruna had taken her to a shopping mall, fitted her out with a new wardrobe and had arranged for complete makeover.

This evening, when she had boarded the train at Sealdah station, she was no more the rustic villager going home. Instead she was in tight, butt-hugging jeans that stopped just beneath her knees, a loose T-shirt, that was casually tucked into her belt and her hair, faintly streaked with gold, hung loose over her shoulders. A smart sunglass and a pair of sneakers completed her image of a smart urban professional woman, going on a well-deserved vacation.

Since it would be an overnight journey, Aruna had packed a dinner hamper for them that they opened as soon as the train left the platform. Dinner over, it was time to change into casuals. 

"I have never traveled in anything other than third class, mother ", remarked Tara," this compartment is so nice and empty ... you have one whole berth to yourself"

"At least for the night, though there could be another sitting passenger who might enter this coupe in the morning, but by then we would be at Jalpaiguri." Jalpaiguri would be where they would leave the train and rent a car for Pelling, their destination in Sikkim.

"The night is what matters ... I can change my clothes in the privacy of this room .. without bothering about anything ... how nice" .... Said Tara as the train rattled on through the night.

She had now taken off her T-shirt and bra. Standing topless in her jeans and her sneakers, she was very gently scratching her tits. "What if someone peeps in through the window? they can see us here, can't they?"

"As long as the train is moving, you do not really care. It is only when the train stops at a station that you should switch off the cabin lights ... if you want to be in this state ... but then this mail train will hardly stop. Our fast halt is at midnight"

Tara had by now pulled off her jeans and panties and was standing buck naked in the middle of the cabin in her socks and sneakers. The train rattled through the countryside, Tara's chocolate coloured body swayed to the rhythm of its speed and the light from the dim lamp reflected off her bobbing tits. "Mother ... this is very exciting ..." said Tara, stroking her pubic bush, "one could have a grand fuck here ... have you ever tried it with Paresh babu?"

"If only that old sod had imagination ....",sighed Trisha, " he was only interested in getting drunk on trains"

"Mother ... why don't you take off your clothes as well ... that would be more interesting"

Trisha was initially reluctant but finally gave in. Tara helped her out of her flaming red saree, petticoat, blouse and bra. Her gleaming white body, topped off with a head of smartly cropped hair was in sheer contrast to the chocolate Tara and her long flowing locks that cascaded to her waist. "Oooh, this is so cute" Tara leaned over and planted a smart kiss on her lips. Trisha's kohl lined eyes flashed with excitement. The red mark on her forehead glowed and throbbed in the cabin light.




Trisha's Quest Ch. 2



Suddenly the train slowed down, shuddered and came to an unscheduled halt. It was a small station and the platform outside was crowded. Even though the windowpane was down, people outside could still peep in ... if they wanted to. Tara gave a shriek, but Trisha was smarter. She quickly turned off the lights and plunged the cabin into the blue darkness of the night lamp. This was reasonably safe, but to be doubly sure, Tara jumped on to the berth, dragged Trisha down and covered themselves with the big blanket that they had unpacked for the night.

Tara pushed off her sneakers and curled up to Trisha. "Mother, do you know that there are some women who prefer other women to men ...."

"Of course I do, and sometimes that is far more pleasant than the grunting and thrusting that some of these uncouth men do ... come closer Tara and hug me tight .. I think this is just so cool"

Their two bodies were now tightly entwined under the blanket .... And they could not come out till the train started moving out again. Tara slid over to the back, turned Trisha around until her head rested on Tara's arm and her butts were tightly nestled against her cunt ... then Tara leaned across and stroked Trisha's cunt. It was getting moist. Trisha wriggled her butts and pushed them harder against Tara's bush. A little shiver of pleasure rippled through both of them, almost simultaneously.

Trisha turned over and hugged Tara closer. "Come closer, my girl, you are my future ... the two of us are tied together for ever". Her hands moved over Tara's tits, feeling her nipples, teasing them to erection. 

Tara grabbed her butts and pressed Trisha's cunt to her own. Her own damp bush was grinding against Trisha's pubic mound. "Mother ....how did you choose me for this mission of yours"

"I knew that you were different from the first day that I had seen you. There was something really spontaneous about the way you had kissed Partho that day ... when we were examining you for the first time"

"I actually had a crush on Partho babu, and was kind of jealous of didi .. so when I got a chance to kiss him I just could not let him go ... I knew that no one would mind"

"And besides that, I have an image in my mind of what I want ... the image that I saw when Ram baba was fucking my brains out at Bakreshwar"

"What kind of image ..? "

"A tall dark lady ... a queen .. walking along the shore of the ocean ... long hair flying in the wind ..."

"How strange. I was born on the sea shore ... you know I come from Sagar, the last island where the Ganga reaches the Bay of Bengal ... where Kapil Muni attained enlightenment and the famous Sagar mela is held every year, in his honour"

"I know and that is precisely the reason why I did not look any further ...."

"And what is the image of the king that you have who will come and fuck this poor queen?"

"Oh he would be from the mountains, the man of rock .... He would have closely cropped, dark hair, a chinese like face and golden skin ... I think that he would be from Tibet, that abode of mysticism that the Chinese are destroying in their greed ... that is why we are going to Sikkim ... our closest access to that mysterious land ..."

"And what kind of cock and balls would he have ... I am so excited that I can always feel them in my hand, in my mouth, in my cunt"

"Patient .. my dear .... But my child in all this fun ... I hope that you have not forgotten why we are doing this"

"To bring out the Absolute Bliss that is within us, to recognise, see and cherish that ultimate goal and then to merge into it"

"And remember .... It is a task that you and I share ... and if I fail, it is you who must carry it to the final conclusion, even if you are alone"

"Alone, Mother? ... but why would you leave me alone ....."

But before Trisha could answer ... the train started with a jerk ...

Child of the mists  Pelling, Sikkim : It was late in the evening of a bitterly cold day. Trisha was stretched out on a sofa while Tara was at the window of their hotel room, staring at the fog that was slowly creeping across the dark, unlit street. "Wonder what Tashi is up to? He should have been here long ago ...."

Pelling was a tiny hamlet that saw a handful of intrepid tourists during the summer months, but now in mid January, it was deserted. The hotel manager, delighted to see these two ladies when they turned up in a rented jeep, had given them the best suite in the house -- a large bedroom with a small cozy parlour. They had not noticed when they had checked-in in the evening, but next morning, Tara gave a squeal of delight when she drew aside the drapes of the huge window and saw the mighty Himalayan range, gleaming white against the deep blue winter sky. It seemed so close that it is as if they could reach out and touch it. Kanchenjungha, the third highest mountain peak in the world, after Everest and K2, towered over the lesser peaks, lofty, majestic, brooding alone and aloof in the clouds, as if lost in its own thoughts.

Tara and Trisha had rented a jeep to visit some local tourist spots. Their driver was Tashi, a young Tibetan lad, barely out of his teens and his enthusiasm was infectious. He had taken them first to the local Buddhist monastery, then to a small waterfall and finally after a few other minor attractions, to a sacred lake. 

This is where the two women first felt an 'atmosphere', that sudden eerie feeling that there was something special in the air. Perhaps the temperature had dropped suddenly but both Trisha and Tara felt a sudden tingle on their spines. The lake was placid -- deep and silent, with giant trees growing right up to the edge. At the centre was an island with what looked like a small hut on it. The faint sunlight filtering through the stand of trees that encircled the lake, protectively, seemed to have acquired a greenish hue. 

"Tashi" asked Trisha, "why is this lake so sacred?"

"There was a famous lama who was said to be an incarnation of the Buddha himself. His spirit is still here and if you can see him, then all your dreams will come true"

"Has anyone ever seen him?"

"Many people seek him, but there are very few who have seen him ...."

"What about you? Have you ever tried to ...."

"I am not that fortunate .... And perhaps I am not ready to see him"

Trisha nudged Tara, "This boy seems interesting ... let us check him out"

"Tashi, what is there on that island?"

"There is the lama's hut and what remains of his garden ... it is all overgrown now"

"Have you been there? Seems that there is no way to reach it ...."

"You have to swim ... which is why no one goes there ..."

"But you have, right?", asked Trisha, " why?"

"Oh there are some strange flowers that bloom there .... On the plants that the lama had planted ... I had heard about them and wanted to see for myself", Tashi was perhaps as adventurous as them, "And also the place is so calm and quiet .... Good place to run away to when you don't want to face the world"

"Tashi, will you do me a favour", Tara had put on her sweeeetest smile," will you get me one of those flowers"

Tashi hesitated, perhaps the water was really cold .... And then broke out into a smile ..."Yes ma'am, with pleasure", the chemistry was obviously working. Quickly he took off his heavy jacket, shirt and trousers and leapt into the lake in his briefs. Trisha and Tara stared in amazement as he swam across the ice cold lake, landed on the island, disappeared into the bush for a while, returned with a bunch of flowers, dived right in again, swam back and landed at back at the edge ... all in matter of a few minutes.

Tashi's big body was in sharp contrast to the young and innocent smile that had lit up his face. Tara's eyes traveled down his powerful muscular chest, past his taut belly and stopped on his briefs that barely covered his cock and balls ... that had obviously shriveled up in the extreme cold. "That can be fixed soon .." Tara smiled to herself.

"Ma'am, look at these flowers ... aren't they beautiful?" Tara was jerked backed to reality.

"Of course, Tashi ... thank you so much for taking all this trouble ..." she said with a smile that spread a warmth of cheer across to the shivering boy.

But Trisha was more practical, she whipped off her shawl and wrapped it around the bare body and was mopping him up ...." Tara, get his clothes quickly ... he will die of pneumonia"

Back in the jeep, Tara had taken her place next to Tashi, the hard-won flowers bunched in her hand ... and had kept up an incessant chatter of conversation all the way back. Tashi, flattered by all this attention, perhaps the first from a beautiful woman like Tara, was in the brightest of spirits .. and had even treated them to some haunting Tibetan lyrics. Trisha, sitting on the back seat, was smiling to herself ... the road was indeed leading in the right direction ....

Just before entering the town, Tara had a brainwave ..."It is so cold, can we get some brandy or cognac for the night?"

"That may be difficult, ma'am, but if you want, I can get you some strong local stuff ..."

"Wonderful", said Trisha, "Drop us off at the hotel and then you can bring it around later .... And we would be delighted if you would have dinner with us"

.... And that was what Tara meant when she said ."Wonder what Tashi is up to? He should have been here long ago ...."

Tara and Trisha were in the parlour and the hotel manager had been kind enough to light a fire in the fireplace. The room was cozy and comfortable and was a welcome relief from the dark, damp cold of the streets. There was faint knock on the door.

"He has come" Tara jumped up and opened the door. Tashi had changed into a pair of sturdy corduroy trousers and a deep indigo shirt --- perhaps his best clothes. A heavy jacket was thrown over his shoulders and he carried in his hand two newspaper-wrapped bottles.

"Tashi, you look beautiful ...." Gushed Tara with evident admiration.

Tashi's fair face blushed red, he fumbled for words, gave up and silently held out the two bottles. Tara grabbed him by his arm and led him to the sofa. Trisha took away the bottles and placed them on the old style mantelpiece. She fished around for three glasses and brought them back along with one of the bottles that Tashi had just brought in.

Tara poured a round of drinks. They all stood up and Trisha raised a small toast "To the sacred lake and the lama who had made it famous" .. she took a small tentative sip. Tashi did a bottoms up and Tara tried to emulate him ... but the stuff was very potent and the kick was tremendous. She choked and staggered around... tears welled up in her eyes. Tashi was at her side in a flash, arms protectively thrown around her waist and gently helped her down on the sofa.

"Thank you" said Tara, her eyes flashing with admiration and gratitude. 

"Go slow, my dear", admonished Trisha, "the evening is still young ... let us enjoy it slowly. Let me order some dinner from room service"

......

Dinner was over and the plates had been cleared. The three of them were now on the second bottle and there was warm and woozy feeling all around. All three of them were buzzed .. Trisha had encouraged that to lower their inhibitions and allow them all to talk frankly. However she did not want anybody drunk. 

Tara had been the first to speak of the Shiva Shakti issue, their quest for the Absolute and the concept of the ThirdEye. Surprisingly enough, Tashi was no newcomer to these ideas. Young as he was, his Tibetan lineage led back to a vast pool of esoteric knowledge that had been stored from time immemorial in the Roof of the World, as Tibet was called, and he drew upon insights that left the two women breathless.

"So Tara-madam is going to be the cradle where the one with the ThirdEye is going to manifest himself?"

"We are not yet sure, Tashi, but that is what we are certainly trying to do ..."

"And who is going to plant the seed in her ....?"

"We are still looking for that person ... and the search has brought us here to Pelling ... and to you?"

"Good god!! ...me an illiterate jeep driver of Pelling ..."

"Why not Tashi, why not? .. have you ever been with a woman?"

"Me .. well .. actually ... no ... actually ...no girl would look at me .. " fumbled Tashi.

"What nonsense Tashi, ever since you brought those flowers for Tara ... she has been dreaming only about you"

Tashi's fair face went beetroot red. He looked around, gave a sheepish grin, looked around again, picked up his drink and took another big swig.

Trisha took the glass away from him and continued, "... and even I think that you are the right man Tashi. I may be old, but as Tara knows well, I can make a man dance at thirty feet ... but ever since I saw you, my bush has been dripping wet...."

Tashi gulped and reached for his drink but Trisha had wisely put it away. She wanted to test Tashi out before letting him go forward. 

"Tashi ... answer me have you or have you not had sex with a woman?"

"No ma'am .. I am not married and I have never been that close to a girl who would allow me to fuck her"

"Have you masturbated ... in your bed, thinking about any woman"

"Yes .." Tashi answered in a low whisper.

"Would you mind if Tara checked you out? That may be fun ... you know .."

"No ma'am ... if it is Tara madam, I would be honoured" ... almost inaudible.

That was the cue that Tara was waiting for. She stepped forward and pulled Tashi on his feet and led him to the centre of the room. She was remembering her examination by Partho -- oh so long ago -- and was trying to be as gentle and tender with him as Partho had been with her, but she had to take some special care. When Partho was examining her, she had been a hardened and well-fucked woman of 30. Tashi was barely 21, still a virgin and quite immature. She had heard how Deepa had chickened out before her ... and she did not want her new found darling to be frightened away.

"Tashi, will you please take off you clothes ...?"

The boy nodded and pulled off his jacket, that Tara took and placed on the sofa.

"And now that beautiful blue shirt ..."

Once again, Tara helped him out of the shirt and Tashi was now standing in his trousers facing Trisha. Tara stepped behind him and was gently stroking his muscular chests. Tashi was getting excited. His trousers were beginning to bulge and his breath became shorter as Tara played with the few hairs on his golden body. Like all Tibetans of Mongol stock, Tashi's body was pale yellow and mostly bare of body hair. He was almost like a Michelangelo statue from the East. 

"Relax, Tashi ..."Trisha's voice was very soothing and calm, "you have nothing to be afraid of my boy .... Will you now take off your shoes please"

Tashi kicked them off and again Tara put them away.

"Tashi ... you are about to become naked in front of two strange women ... you have nothing to be worried about. If you feel uncomfortable please let me know and we shall just have a drink and wind up"

Tashi was silent but tense. Tara hugged him from the back and gave a little kiss on his back. "Are you OK my friend .... I am here right behind you" Tara was desperate about not losing this godsend.

"Tara will now take your pants down ..." a hint of a smile played through Trisha's lips.

Tara reached around and loosened Tashi's belt and unbuttoned his trousers ... which slipped down to reveal a the briefest of briefs, a bright red one, bulging out as the huge cock within struggled within.

Tara reached in and felt the big tight scrotum, the throbbing prick and the dense mass of pubic hair that it covered .. she gasped. Tashi gave a shiver of pleasure .... It was the first time in his adult life that a woman's delicate fingers were gently squeezing his balls. Tara was ecstatic .. she was kissing his back and rubbing her face on it. Tashi was again cool and composed.

"I think his cock will hurt if we keep it entrapped any longer, take it off Tara" and gave a small gasp as the Tara pulled off the brief and the big cock sprang free and erect. Tashi was not circumcised but his massive erection had pulled back the foreskin revealing his red glans. Trisha walked closer and gently stroked the cock. "Tashi .... You are simply wonderful ...." And gave him a peck on his cheek. For the first time since this ordeal began, Tashi flashed his warm and wonderful smile.

The tension in the room just faded away. Tara whipped Tashi around and planted a big wet kiss on his cheeks, her hands vigorously stroking the cock. Tashi too had loosened up considerably and had taken Tara in his arms and was hugging her and squeezing her tits though her tight T-shirt.

"We have one last thing to check, Tara, can you suck of this mountain god for me ...."

Tara was on her knees in front of Tashi and took his cock in her mouth. First she delicately felt the tip of his engorged prick, then sucked it right in. Her hands were fondling the rough skin on his big balls, squeezing and pinching them to life Tashi too was not idle ... he grabbed Tara long hair in both hands and pressed her mouth into his prick ... Tara just loved it. She was sucking and licking to her hearts content ... but not for long.

Tashi being young, inexperienced and still a virgin was very soon near the edge. His prick was dripping --- was it Tara's saliva or was it something else, but who cared --- and he started moaning in ecstasy. Tara was too excited to go slow and savour this delicious experience and was sucking as if he was a hardened veteran ... and then it happened ...

With a groan, Tashi shot his cum, in one, two, three spasms in three big globs into Tara's mouth and on her face ... Trisha gave a clap of delight. Tashi slumped down on the sofa.

Tara stood up, rearranged her hair that Tashi had med a mess of, wiped the cum off her face , gave a huge kiss on Tashi's grinning face, and turned around. "Mother .... Tashi needs to learn many more things ... and he would be more comfortable if I taught him all this in the bedroom ... may I take him there .... Please .."

Trisha, smiled and nodded. "I can sleep on this sofa here ... take Tashi inside and bring him up to speed."

Tara was now firmly entwined on the huge naked body of Tashi ... she led him inside the room but did not shut the door. For the next one hour, Trisha was treated to all the sounds of a the sexual opera that was unfolding inside ... grunts and groans, creaking of the big bed, slurps and kisses, peals of laughter, shrieks of delight, squeals of pleasure, hushed whispers, thumps and thrusts .... All building to one final crescendo as Tara must have brought Tashi to one and then another heart stopping orgasm. 

Trisha's mind went back to the evening in Barrackpore when Paresh was fucking him in a room without doors and Partho was waiting outside for their fuck to get over. She smiled and gathering her blanket around her, fell asleep.

Hours later .... She found a hand on her shoulder shaking her awake. The fire was still smouldering amongst the embers but the room was dark. Tara was standing next to her, stark naked.."Is anything wrong?" She scrambled up .

Tara smiled and placed a hand on her lips ... "Come, Mother ... come and see my Shiva ..." she beckoned. 

Trisha followed her up to the bedroom door and peeped inside. In the moonlight streaming in through the window, she could barely make out the big body of their golden god lying on the bed, as naked and majestic as the Kanchenjungha outside. His huge cock, was now limp and exhausted and was lying on its bed of tangled pubic hair. Trisha walked over and planted a cute little kiss on the godhead. Then she turned around and took the naked Tara in her arms ... "Shakti .... You have at last found your Shiva?"

"Yes mother ... we are now ready to face the unknown"




Trisha's Quest Ch. 3



Chapter 3: The Welcome Shower

Ever since that magic night in Pelling, Tashi had become a member of their virtual family. He had come back to Calcutta with Tara and Trisha and had hit off famously with Partho and Aruna. Being the "baby" of the group he had become the darling of the three women and the centre of all their attention. Partho could have been mildly upset since the epicentre of their affections had shifted away from him, but he had accepted this with perfect grace and was indeed happy to be relieved from the total responsibility of keeping three sexy women in the best of moods. 

Partho was in the office and Aruna was alone in the flat when Trisha, Tara and Tashi returned from Sikkim. She was about to go for her bath and was only wrapped in a towel that barely covered her from her thighs to her tits, when the bell rang. She peeped through the eyehole in the door, and spied Tara and Trisha. She opened the door saw Tashi and realised that HE was the man ....

"Is he the Shiva that all of us have been waiting for?" she asked Trisha.

"Yes. We were led straight to him by the Divine."

"Come in, come in", she ushered them inside, " and is he aware of our quest and of his role?"

"Yes we have explained the whole thing to him and of course Tara has been more helpful.", Trisha smiled.

"So naughty of you Tara," said Aruna in mock anger, "a cute little boy like this and you have taken advantage of him"

"A cute little boy needs to be taught many things ..... and he was virgin when he fell into my arms. C'mon Aruna didi, you must have had Partho babu as a virgin, but I have always had to do to do with second hand stuff ... until this handsome hunk fell into my arms"

Tashi was smiling shyly at this unexpected introduction, but Aruna threw her arms around him and planted a big welcome kiss on his lips .... And she had to stand on her toes!!! Tashi caught Aruna by her waist and gave her a big hug.

"I have heard so many nice things about you didi, that I was dying to meet you as well ... " and gathered her up in his powerful arms. His biceps rippled and Aruna's towel fell away, leaving her totally naked, clinging to his neck, lost in this deep kisses.

Trisha quickly shut the door of the flat .. it would be difficult to explain if any of the neighbours saw a nude Aruna in the hug of an unknown Tibetan boy. Tashi had by then put Aruna down .... 

"Were you going for a bath Aruna", asked Trisha, "why don't you finish that and then we can go out for some lunch."

"Yes mother, and now I will take Tashi in with me ... someone needs to wash off the railway grime ... and I think I am the best equipped for that ..... you two can go to the other bathroom ...."

Aruna led Tashi to the bathroom and the simple Tibetan boy was taken aback at the luxury. Simple things like a hot shower had been unknown in his cold land and of course there was Aruna to take care of him at every step of the way. 

Aruna was already in the buff and she could barely wait to strip Tashi down as well. Off went his shirt jacket and shirt and Aruna almost swooned when she saw his bare chest. She rubbed her face against it as Tashi grabbed her short shoulder length hair and pressed her face hard in to his chest. Aruna's hands were busy loosening his trousers and as it fell away she went down on her knees and pulled down his briefs. Tashi's big cock sprang free. Aruna cupped his balls in her palms and cooed with delight. She pushed Tashi down on the ground and took a bottle of olive oil and sprinkled it liberally on his naked hulk. Then she started massaging ... his chest, his belly and of course his prick. Tashi was now erect, his long cock standing up like a monument from his knot of matted pubic hair. Aruna was stroking it with one fist while with the other she was massaging the coarse skin of his rapidly hardening balls. A soft groan escaped from Tashi's lips.

Aruna had now climbed over Tashi .... And was rubbing in the oil in with her own body. Her tits were squashed against his chest, her hips were grinding against his groins while her hands were caressing his high cheekbones. Tashi was trying to nudge his prick into her cunt but Aruna was not ready yet .... "Not now Tashi, not now .... Let me bathe you first"

She helped him up from the floor and dragged him to the warm shower and let it run. 

"This is a like a waterfall", Tashi screamed with pleasure, as Aruna clasped him to her breast and rubbed his back. His own hands were squeezing her butts and pressing them again and again on his prick. Then he turned her around and they were both facing the spout ... that was raining down on Aruna's tits. Tashi picked up the soap and was rubbing it on her tits. His big hands were squeezing the white rubbery balloons, and tweaking her dark brown nipples. Next he was soaping her cunt .... And Aruna was screaming with delight. She turned around, put her arms around his neck and reached out for his lips. Tashi grabbed her by her waist and lifter her off the wet and slippery floor. Aruna was squirming around in his arms, trying to climb up his body as if up a tree. Tashi's hard prick was prodding her on her belly and as she 'climbed' higher and higher, she felt it on her cunt.

"Tashi, you are at the door", she whispered, "push, push harder"

"Hang on to my neck, don't slip out, hang tight ...."

"I am sliding down, pull me up, pull me up ...."

"Don't worry, didi, I have your butts in my hand and soon you will be on hanging from my cock"

"I can't wait, I cant wait any longer ....."

"Here I come", one last big heave ... and Tashi slid straight into Aruna, "I have arrived"

"Stay there, Tashi, don't come out ... this is heaven .... I am hanging from your cock under this waterfall, I am stuck in it!!!" she exulted.

"Relax and hang on to my neck. I have your butts in my arms ... and we can stand like this ...."

"This is new, is this how you fuck in Tibet, Tashi?"

"Don't squirm around like that didi, you will slip out ... yes this is the how they do it in Tibet ... or at least I have seen pictures like this in the Monastery"

A strange sense of peace and tranquility descended over Aruna. Her wild bucking gradually subsided and she surrendered herself in Tashi's powerful arms. With her butts cradled comfortably in Tashi's arms it was almost as if she had fallen asleep on his chest. The warm water from the shower drummed down on her back, washed off her short hair and cascaded over her back ..... as Tashi rocked her to the strains of an esoteric, if not erotic lullaby.

Hours must have passed, or perhaps it was minutes ... time had no meaning when Aruna was rocking in Tashi's arms. But at some point in time Tashi's cock softened and Aruna slid down to her feet. She woke up with a start ... 

"Oh god, Tara and Trisha must be waiting for us ..."

They quickly got out of the shower, dried themselves, splashed some eau-de-cologne on each other and walked out of the bath. They could hear Tara and Trisha talking among them. Tashi and Aruna walked into the drawing room and stopped ...

A pizza delivery boy was standing at the door .. staring at the strange sight of a Tibetan boy walking out of the room with a beautiful Bengali woman ... both in the nude!!!

"What ....", spluttered Aruna, " is going on ...."

"We were famished, waiting for you ...so we ordered some lunch", said Trisha, and then turned to the shell shocked delivery boy, "Thank you ... you can go now"

Tara shut the door and burst out in laughter. "Aruna didi that was hilarious!! You should have seen the look on that boys face, he forgot to ask for the tip"

"But he did get in kind, not in cash .... Let us start ... we are starving."

After that dramatic entry into the Calcutta household, Tashi had now settled in quite well. Partho had welcomed him into his household with open arms ... and tomorrow Trisha, Tara, Tashi and Aruna were going to Ghatsila, on the next stage of their quest.

Midstream at Midnight  Ghatsila is about four hours by train from Calcutta, at the edge of the Chotanagapura plateau. The area is rich in copper and traces of gold are occasionally found in the bed of the Subarnarekha River -- meaning, literally, the golden stream -- that flows past this small mining town. 

Trisha had heard about a bungalow on the river and had planned to spend the weekend there but they ran into trouble at the station itself. None of the rickshaw-pullers were aware of this place. Finally they located one old man -- who seemed to know more than he cared to admit, but even he too was reluctant to take them there.

"That place is totally out of the way ... and you are sure to find the place all locked up and nobody there"

"I know that the owner stays in the town, we have to find him first and then he will arrange for everything"

"But why do you wish to go there? It is a strange place and it is just across the river from the cremation ground ... there are far better places if you want a vacation getaway ...."

But finally Trisha's will prevailed. They located the owner, convinced him to give them the keys for the weekend, stocked up with some provisions and finally managed to convince two intrepid rickshaw-pullers to take them there.

"But please do not expect much service ... there is a servant who comes just once a week to clean up the place but otherwise you have to manage on your own." Which suited Trisha just fine, she was here to scout out the terrain and the more they were to themselves, the better.

The tiny bungalow, just about two rooms with a kitchen and bath, was set well back from the dirt track that passed as a road, and was hidden inside a dense stand of ancient saal trees, that towered over it. But sitting in either of the two main rooms, one could see through the trees right up to the river and across. 

It was almost evening when they finally reached the place, paid off the two rickshaw pullers and unlocked the main door. The place was sparsely furnished but did not lack the basic necessities. Aruna and Tara set about to get the kitchen going and within an hour announced that an early dinner was served. Trisha and Tashi had in the meantime taken a walk through the trees and had gone up to the river."

"How far did you go Mother? ... right up to the river "

"Yes, it is very close, not even a hundred feet away from the main door ..."

"And what did you see there? any people?"

"Not on this side, I could vaguely see some figures on the other bank .... But it was too dark to make out anything"

"Is there a cremation ground on the other side?"

"I could not see anything, but if a body is brought there, I suppose we would see the pyre"

"Why did you choose this place Mother ... how did you find about this place?"

"I had read about this in one of Bibhuti Bhushan's novels ... he had lived here and had some interesting experiences and he has left behind a small legacy."

"Like what?"

"He said that he had planted two trees right on the edge of the river, a neem tree and a peepal tree. Tashi and I have just checked them out, they are still there ... the neem is huge .. it towers over the peepal, protectively"

"But why did he plant those two trees?"

"Hindu mythology says that the neem is masculine and the peepal is feminine ... which is why he brought them together ..."

"Or may be he was led to do so by an act of destiny ... may be he was here to prepare the ground for us", chipped in Tashi very, very softly.

"You are right Tashi", exclaimed Trisha," I am pretty sure that there is a thread that connects us here and now with Bibhuti babu here and then ... as it connects us to some other points in space-time. We have to find that thread, sense it or perceive it, and then follow it to wherever it goes"

"But where do you want to go .... "

"I don't care, we are here to follow the road and see what lies ahead"

"Let us start with the river front", Tara was impatient ... all these philosophical discussions left her cold.

It was totally dark when the four them reached the river. Moonrise was still a couple of hours away but the sky was ablaze with thousands of sparkling stars. The Subarnarekha is a rain fed river that originates in the Chotanagapura plateau and was almost dry at this time of the year, but for a few streams that flowed through the sandbanks. 

"How about walking across the river bed and checking out the cremation ground on the other side?", Tashi was the most adventurous of the lot.

"Would that be a good idea? There must be a few deep areas with swift currents ... and what about quicksand?" Aruna was rather cautious.

"If we all hold hands, we would be safe ....", Tara was more eager.

"I am all for a dip ..... in the water, if it is deep enough", said Trisha," and let us see how far we can go". That was settled.

Silently the four of them stripped off all their clothes and arm-in-arm they waded into the river. Trisha and Aruna were in the middle, while Tashi and Tara the two adventurous ones were on the left and the right. At the bank, the water was up to their ankles but as they moved in it rose up their waist. The water was warm, having flowed over the warm sands for the whole day, but the slight breeze was chilly. Trisha shivered. Tashi put his arms round her waist and pulled her closer. Slowly the four of them felt their way across the river and arrived at the cremation ground.

The place was deserted but for some cinders of bodies that had been cremated earlier. A few bones were scattered around. Trisha walked up to one of the burnt out pyres and picked up some old ash and started smearing it on her naked body.

"We are following in the footsteps of the greatest ascetic of all -- Shiva himself, the ash covered one". The other followed suit and soon all four of them were covered from face to toe. "Let us now go to a deeper part of the river and have a bath"

They started retracing their steps, but this time they were walking towards a deeper part of the stream. Soon they were up to their chests and the current was swifter. Suddenly Trisha slipped and stumbled and lost her grip on Aruna's hand. She gave a scream and twisted away ... but Tashi was swift. He took a quick step, grabbed her by her waist and pulled her into her arms. 

Trisha had swallowed some water and came out coughing and gasping for breath, but Tashi had dug his heels into the sand. Trisha threw her arms around his neck and held tight.

"Is Mother all right?", there was a touch of concern in Tara's voice .. as she moved closer to the two tightly entwined bodies.

"I think she is safe .... Don't worry ... but she needs to regain her breath ...let us wait for a few minutes"

Tashi had now started the bathe Trisha. He was splashing the water over her body and washing off the ash that they had smeared themselves .... Trisha too had stabilised herself ... and was doing the same with Tashi .. 

This was fun .... Trisha could feel that the stirring of an erection in Tashi's cock. It was getting bigger, harder and poking into her belly ... Trisha's body shivered again .. and this was not because of the cold ....

"Tashi .....", she whispered through the gurgling of the flow ..."hold me tighter .... "

"Don't worry Mother", Tashi reassured her, "I understand .. you are safe in my arms"

Trisha was hugging Tashi tighter, as he carefully waded towards shallower waters, her legs were now clasped around Tashi's waist .... Her cunt was grinding into Tashi's hard cock ....

Tara was the first to spot this new angle. She nudged Aruna. "Mother is getting excited.... Do you see her butts wriggling?" Tashi and Tara were now in knee deep water, on a sandbank .. but Trisha had made no effort to get off his body. She was now kissing Tashi on his lips.

Tashi was now just about ankle deep in the flowing stream. All four were now on the safety of a stable sand bar .... But Tashi and Trisha were lost in a world of their own .... Trisha was hanging from Tashi's body and his prick was most probably buried deep into her cunt. Her hands were around Tashi's neck, her lips on his, kissing with wild abandon. Tashi was rubbing her back.

Tara and Aruna could only watch as Tashi's legs slowly buckled beneath under him as he sat down in the water, then leaned back and went flat on his back. The water was just about a couple of inches deep and was washing over his partially submerged body. Trisha was on his chest, his prick was embedded in her cunt and her buttocks were thrashing around, her lips were locked on his ... sucking deep on his tongue.

Tara and Aruna were spellbound. Here they were .... Out in the open, under a sky full of stars, bang in the middle of a river and Trisha was moaning with pleasure as she bucked and thrust deep into the big Tibetan boy. The faint starlight had thrown a cloak of natural privacy on the couple and the wide riverbed and its distant banks had ensured that there was no one else within earshot. The environment had washed away all her inhibitions.

Her moans of pleasure echoed across the vastness of the desolate riverbed. She was bucking around with each majestic thump of Tashi's hips.

"Tashi, Tashi ... you are my Son, my Shiva .... Come into me, come into me my lord"

"Mother ... grow upon me, my mother, my Shakti .... Go up, go up .." and he was holding her up by her shoulders .... Trisha's eyes were shut tight, her head was snapped back, her back was taut and angled away from his belly ... she was mumbling something.


"The stars, the stars ... the points of light ... do you see them ... do you see them ...."

"Yes my Shakti ... the stars above are crowding around me, they are moving ... they are moving in, they are moving down ... towards us ... they are pouring into your head ... through your neck, through your tits ... they are falling out of your nipples ..."

"There are stars all around us, in the sky, in the water around you they are sparkling all around us"

"Mother .. Shakti ... the stars around ... are they getting closer, sticking together ... I cannot see them separately anymore ... they are merging into each other ...

"Shiva, Shiva ... yes they are merging into a big halo of light ... that is becoming brighter ... the darkness is going ... the stars are merging ... this light, it is engulfing us"

"Mother .. I see the light .. it is all around us .... I cannot hold on any longer ... I am coming ...." And with a final thrust of his butts ... he shot his seed into the Trisha. Trisha collapsed on to his chest ... and passed out.

Tara and Aruna were hypnotized at this strange sight ... of the two spent lovers lying in each other's arms in the warm waters of the swiftly flowing river. But was this? the darkness had indeed become lighter ... there was some kind of a faint glow in the sky towards the western horizon ...

The sun had set long ago ... so what was this fleeting glow of light that now illumined Shiva and Shakti. Was it the distant glow of the slag dumped periodically from the steel plant at Jamshedpur? or was it something that they were yet to figure out?

Trisha disentangled herself and Tara helped her get up. Her legs were shivering with excitement. Tashi too was struggled to his feet and soon the four of them were on the way towards the riverbank and back to the warm coziness of their bungalow.

The bed of flowers 

Trisha was now moving fast to put her plans in place. She had purchased the bungalow on the river and registered it in Tara's name. Tashi and Tara had now moved in and had put in new furniture and new facilities. It already had an electricity but Trisha had subscribed for a telephone connection and had purchased and installed a personal computer with an Internet connection. Next she had installed a small KU band antenna on the roof and had subscribed to a Direct-to-Home satellite TV service. She had opened a bank account in nearby Ghatsila, jointly with Tara and had moved her entire savings there. Her assets in stocks, bonds and mutual funds had been moved into a joint account operated by Tara and she had made arrangements so that all income was directly credited to her Ghatsila bank account. Tara now had the security and safety of being completely self-sufficient.




Trisha's Quest Ch. 3



Trisha, Tara and Tashi had now moved to Ghatsila and were living a life of virtual isolation. Every morning they would wake up before the crack of dawn, walk down to the peepal tree beside the river and meditate on the third eye. Initially, their minds would wander around but with the practice they slowly acquired the capability to freeze all their thoughts on the space between the eyes and would go into a trance like state. In these states, they would see strange, inexplicable visions ... forms, colours, movements that had little in common to what they could see with their physical eyes. 

At around noon they would break their trance, walk down to the river and have a bath. Either Tashi or Tara would then cook a light lunch that would always have a salad of peepal leaves and fruits. After lunch Trisha would take a little rest while Tashi and Tara would surf the net or watch TV. In the evening, just after sunset, Tashi would get the cannabis, set up the big, silver smoking pipe that Trisha had bought at an auction sale and all three of them would smoke it till their eyes glazed over. Then they would again walk down to the river and sit in meditation again till it was time for bed.

................

Winter was now well behind them and the April full moon was now around the corner. Partho and Aruna had come down from Calcutta and they reached the bungalow just before lunchtime. Trisha was delighted to see them.

"Mother, how are you ... and how is your quest"

"Excellent, Partho and how are you and Aruna .... She seems thin .... Have you been eating well my dear?"

"Of course mother .... But with you and Tara away I think I am getting a lot of exercise at night" giggled Aruna.

"And Tara of course is glowing brighter and brighter, with all the love and care that Tashi is devoting on her"

"Not just love and care", said Trisha, " but also the meditation that all of us have been doing .... The body, you know, is a reflection of the mind."

"Mother, I was wondering ...whether Tashi and Tara should have a small civil marriage ceremony", said Partho, pragmatic as ever. "You know that the child that they would have should have the benefit of the law of the land .... Even though she may perhaps be beyond all such trivial things ..."

"I see no rationale for all that religious mumbo jumbo, but I see your point, a civil marriage cannot hurt, can you set that up soon"

"But Mother, you can have a civil marriage, but l don't want them to miss out on a little social partying as well"

"I don't want anything elaborate ..... that might cause other complications .... I want to keep a low profile here"

"Well we could just have the turmeric bath, the exchange of garlands, a small party and of course the flowery bed."

"That would be nice, neat and elegant" concurred Trisha, "Partho would you line this up please"

Within a week Partho had arranged for a quiet, discreet meeting with a marriage registrar at Calcutta and Tashi and Tara had a certificate stating that they were man and wife. Then they all took the evening train down to Ghatsila to solemnise the union.

Next afternoon it was time for the turmeric bath. Aruna took Tashi down to the river and Partho, who would be giving the bride away, took her into the bathroom. 

"Tara, do you remember how this whole adventure began .... When I had to check you out for Paresh babu?"

"Yes and you asked me to strip naked ....as I am doing now". She had taken off her sari and was loosening her hair.

"And how I had felt you all over and especially your bush", Partho's hands were gently stroking her bare midriff as her long silky hair cascaded down to her waist.

"And how you were squeezing these tits", said Tara, unbuttoning her blouse ... and spilling out her chocolate coloured tits.

"How did you feel that day ... Tara, were you nervous, scared .. I was just wondering"

"Oh I was a bit nervous ... but you know I had a little crush on you, and you must pardon me for this .. I was a little jealous of Aruna didi because you were fucking her. So it was very thrilling to stand naked in front of all of you"

"Good gracious Tara, and do you know that I had always fantasized about you as well .... Your large, deep, clear eyes framed in your dark face. Your long dark hair, swaying loose on your back, your pert tits, your belly button peeping out over your sari, the gentle sway of your butts .. ooooo that was just terrific"

"I know and I had seen your big erection, one day, when you were lying in bed with your hands in your pajamas ... I thought you were sleeping and was staring at you"

"But I was not", grinned Partho, "and I knew you were looking and that was making my cock become bigger and bigger"

"Partho babu, that was naughty of you"

"And it was naughty of you too to stare ... but we are getting late, I need to smear you with turmeric"

Tara was now standing naked in front of Partho who had picked up a fistful of turmeric paste in his hands. Turmeric is a natural antiseptic and smearing it was an ancient Hindu tradition before any significant event. Partho quickly rubbed in the chrome yellow paste all over Tara's body until she gleamed like the golden idol of a goddess -- that she undoubtedly was. Aruna must have been doing the same Tashi, but Partho was focussed on Tara.

"Tara, you look amazing .... As if you are crafted from beaten gold" he was massaging the paste on to her hips, buttocks and thighs.

"You are so kind Partho babu, dressing me up like this. I feel like throwing my arms around your neck and kissing you, but that will mess up everything"

"No Tara" sighed Partho," it is time for me step aside ... you are destined for greater things".

"Please don't say that Partho babu, you are as much part of the quest as I am ... Mother is using me as one of the many instruments that we have ... how can we do without you," she grabbed his hand," you are the one who had initiated Mother into this esoteric path"

"Yes Tara, but I am also a human being ..... and you are so dear and precious to me."

"And you will be as dear and precious to me Partho babu, come hold me ... and let me kiss you ... and remember this is not the last time".

With that Tara leaned forward, gingerly and Partho took her face in his arms, gently caressed her high cheekbones and drew her closer to his lips. His eyes were locked into her deep, dark, lucid eyes and he stared, as if through them, to an expanding universe that lay just beyond ... then their lips locked together and for a moment they were transported to a different dimension.

"I know Tara that nothing is ever the last, except the final destination ... but come we are getting late, let me wash you off "

He led Tara into the bathtub and switched on the shower. The warm water washed off the turmeric in a yellow flood. Tara was revealed in her chocolate glory with patches of yellow stain gleaming mysteriously. Tara stepped out and Partho wrapped her up in a huge towel. 

Once out of the bath, Partho dressed Tara in floral dress ... specially made only of flowers. Trisha had created a Hawaii style dress that consisted of a short grass and flower skirt and a garland of red flowers reached down over her breasts and was bunched up around her nipples. That was all, the essence of simplicity.

Partho took Tara by the hand and walked her down to the river to a place between the neem and the peepal tree ... that Trisha had designated as the place where they would tie the knot.

Partho had a brief glimpse of Tashi, also nude and equally yellow being dressed up by Aruna. Evidently Aruna had taken longer to get him ready, but as soon as they came into view, she shooed her charge behind the neem tree so that Tara could not see Tashi. Trisha welcomed them and they all sat down.

Soon enough, Aruna and Tashi appeared from behind the neem tree. Tashi was naturally fair and his big muscular body, bare down to the waist -- but for a cross belt of a yellow garland on his shoulders, gleamed golden in the rays of the setting sun. He too had a short grass and flower skirt around his loins ... and Aruna had her hands around his waist and led him to where the others were.

Tara, Trisha and Partho stood up. Tashi and Aruna were facing them. Trisha was beaming ... she tried to say something but was overcome by a mixture of emotions. A million things were crossing her mind and she did not quite know what to say. 

"Since we are beyond the pale of reason and rationality, since we are in the domain of intuition and insight, I have not arranged for any particular religious rite. Instead we will have a gandharva marriage that is based on the simple principles of love and trust."

Then she chanted the Shiv-Ashtaka -- the eight lyrical stanzas created by Sankaracharya in honour of Shiva -- the "Good" -- in a melodious voice. Everyone present, Tara and Tashi, Partho and Aruna repeated it after her. Tashi took off the yellow garland from his shoulders and put it around Tara's neck with tenderness that was touching. Tara's eyes were suddenly brimming with tears -- she took her own red garland and put it on Tashi's neck ... and clasped him to her breast. And in the gathering dusk, Tara and Tashi were united together under a shower of petals thrown by Trisha and other two.

"Now it is the time to celebrate ..... let the festivities begin"

The five of them trouped back to the bungalow where Trisha had organised a huge spread. She had busied herself since the morning and had cooked a whole range of dishes and had also put together a very smart bar. The two men hit the whisky while the women went for the delicate Golconda wine that Trisha had procured from the Deccan. Glasses tinkled, toasts were raised, cheers rang out, and joy and merriment flowed out into every nook and cranny of the household. Someone put on a Whigfield dance number ..... and their feet started tapping to the beat of ....

Ooh ooh aah aah sexy eyes I'm gonna take you to paradise Hey hey my my look at me You got me feeling free 

Sexy eyes ........

Ooh ooh aah aah sexy eyes I'm gonna take you to paradise Hey hey my my can't you see You were born to dance with me 

Ooh ooh aah aah sexy eyes You know I'm never gonna tell you lies Hey hey my my look at me You got me feeling free 

Na na na...............Sexy eyes Na na na...............Sexy eyes

"That is an excellent choice .... Who had thought of that here?"

"Trust Partho to think of the most appropriate number to kick off with ... sexy eyes indeed ... when we are in search of the third eye"

The tempo increased as Partho changed discs with the dexterity of a professional DJ. Arms, legs, bodies were flying around ..... as the wooden floor thumped to the beat of their frenzied steps.

The floral dresses that Trisha had created for the couple were never meant for such "violent" movements ...the flowers started dropping off .... 

"Partho ... do you see what I see ...." Asked Trisha.

"Yes Mother, but I do not know what you are referring to ..."

"It is the tandava dance ... that Shiva and Shakti are dancing for us ... I do not know if I will ever see this wonderful sight again"

"Free, free of all restraint, the sheer of joy of existence ... they are lost to the world that we know"

Slowly the music died down. Tara walked across to the sofa and collapsed .... Gasping for breath. Tashi went to pour himself another drink ... but Trisha stopped him. "Tashi, don't get drunk my child, you have many more things to do to night". 

She led him to the sofa and took him on his lap .... The big brawny man, sitting naked like a baby on his mother's lap. Trisha kissed him and stroked his heaving chest .... 

"Yes mother .... What do I have to do?" he asked naively.

Trisha smiled. They had got so used to each other's nudity and openness .... That Tashi had almost forgotten that tonight was his wedding night!!! Trisha gently stroked his pubic curls and toyed with his prick. 

"Tara would be waiting for you on the flowery bed ..... you cannot let her down now ... by getting drunk"

Tashi relaxed and slid his arms round Trisha's neck. "Don't worry Mother .. I will be back in action soon"

"Yes I can feel it in my hands", she was gently massaging his cock .. which was getting bigger, "But tonight you are for Tara and Tara alone ....go ... it is getting late ..."

Tashi walked across the room and pulled Tara up to her feet ... her eyes were red but they had not lost their sparkle ... he looked into them and pulled her lips to her lips .... His arms encircling her back and squeezing her to his chest. Tara was still in a daze.

Partho and Aruna stepped forward and led them together towards the bedroom ... that had changed beyond recognition. Gone was the old bed ... it had been a replaced by a thick carpet of flowers .... Nearly three or four feet high ... it must have taken truckfull of flowers to create it ... but Trisha and Partho had taken the trouble.

Tashi and Tara were still locked in a passionate kiss when they reached the bed and unknowingly stumbled into it. Trisha gave a clap of delight. Now it was their turn to throw more and more flowers onto the couple until they were almost invisible .....

"Mother ... is it not so sweet ... they seem to have been swallowed up in an ocean of flowers ..."

"It is an ocean of love and joy, my girl ... I am so happy that Tara has at last found someone worthy of herself"

Gradually the mass of flowers started to heave .... Under the floral pile, Tashi and Trisha were feeling out each other ....Those outside could see the flowers moving but could not make out who was over whom .... But of course it did not matter ...

The movements were becoming more vigorous .... And they could now hear Tara moaning with pleasure ... and Tashi grunting with each thrust ... 

"Let us leave them alone to each other ...." Whispered Trisha, beckoning them away. "From tonight they are their own .... "

Trisha, Partho and Aruna silently slipped out of the bedroom .... Leaving Tara and Tashi lost in the ecstasy of the flowery bed.

Flux and Continuity  It was the spring equinox, what the Romans used to refer to as the Ides of March. Tashi had gone back to Sikkim to sort out some stuff back home and Tara and Trisha were alone at Ghatsila. The April full moon was just a couple of weeks away and Trisha was busy priming Tara with all that would be required at that magic moment when, they all felt, she would conceive the Chosen One. Partho was supposed to come in today with some special herbal oils that they had ordered over the Internet .... the courier company would not deliver in Ghatsila and so they had had the stuff shipped to Partho's Calcutta address.

The day was bright and sunny and Trisha had planned for a picnic. The train from Calcutta was late and Partho arrived a shade after noon and found the two of them ready to leave. Trisha had heard about an abandoned temple located about a mile and was curious to explore it further. It would be a short trek through the saal forest and they were dressed for the outdoors.

Tara was wearing a dark blue T-shirt that hung loose on her tight tits. Her long dark legs, smooth and glossy, stretched out from her small white shorts and ended in a pair of sneakers. Her long, black hair was loosely tied together with a big handkerchief and fell straight down to her waist. Trisha was dressed in pair of denim trousers and a loose white shirt, open at the neck. The red mark of the third eye glowed between a pair of beautifully arched eyebrows. Her close cropped hair was liberally sprinkled with gray but her fair cheeks were as fresh and rosy as ever.

"How far is this temple, Mother .... After all that time in the train, I feel like stretching my legs"

"Not far ... a short trek through the woods, up the small hillock .... There is a small spring where we can have a quick bath if we get all hot and sweaty up there"

"It is a hilltop ... that means we will have a good view of the countryside .... Lets go"

The walk was longer than what they had expected, partly because they had lost the way and partly because Trisha spotted a rare orchid that was flowering and spent some time looking for more. Finally they arrived at the top of the hillock.

"Oooh ... what a view", exclaimed Tara, "you can see right across the river ... into that cremation ground. There is a body being cremated there"

"Someone is through with this world ......", Trisha was more interested in the ruined temple and the deep pool in front of it. She was wading into it.

"Let me get out my camera ... this is a good place for some pictures .... Tara, can you turn this way please and face the sun"

"My eyes will squint .... Look why don't you take a picture of mother .... She looks great in that dress"

Partho was clicking away .... He was taking pictures of both Tara and Trisha .....

"Tara ... I had always wanted to take some topless pictures .... Do me a favour ... take off your T shirt"

"Ah ha ... and then I will take some 'bottomless' pictures of you .... Deal!", said Tara, pulling off her shirt. Her dark, rubbery tits were bouncing around. Partho clicked some more .... And then handed the camera over to her.

"Let me take a picture of you with the mother .... Mother ... oh you are in the pool, why don't you come out and stand against the temple walls .... That old crumbly look is fantastic."

Trisha and Partho were now standing against the wall ... Partho's arm was around her shoulder.

"That is too mundane ... Partho, why don't you go behind her ... and put your arms around her waist ... good", CLICK.

Partho's hands were not still, they were not only around Trisha's waist but one was pushing upwards into her shirt. Soon he had one of her tits in his hand. CLICK ....

Partho was now unbuttoning her shirt .... Trisha gave him an indulgent look and wriggled her butts against his growing prick. 

"Don't move mother ... freeze ....". Trisha's shirt was now open in the front ... her tits were peeping out as Partho teased her nipples. CLICK.

Partho was now more adventurous. His hand was now pushing downward ... into Trisha's trousers. Soon his fingers were playing with her pubic curls. Trisha had a dreamy look on her face. CLICK.

Her buttons were now off and her panties had been pushed down ... her dark bush was clearly visible through Partho's fingers ... CLICK

Her legs were buckling under her ... she was on her hands and knees. The shirt was off ... her back was bare ... her tits were hanging down like big ripe melons. .... . Partho had pulled down her pants ... exposing her butts ... CLICK.

She had kicked off her trousers and her panties .. she was in her sneakers and Partho had picked her up in his arms ... CLICK.

"Partho ... I said I wanted you 'bottomless' ... deal is a deal ... "

Partho had Trisha down on to the grass ... on her back. He took time off to kick of his trousers. He was now kneeling in front of her cunt. CLICK.

Trisha's legs were now up in the air, almost around Partho's neck. Her cunt was open, visible, framed in the tangled mass of pubic hair ... and inviting. CLICK.

"Tashi has not been taking care of your bush mother .. so bad of him ...." Partho lips were now on Trisha's cunt lips. For the first time, she groaned with pleasure ... CLICK 

"Today let me be on top .... mother", said Partho, as his cock pressed into Trisha's cunt.

Trisha was probably way past caring. Her eyes were closed. She was panting and gurgling ... her head was thrashing around in Partho's grasp. CLICK

"I am coming in, mother ... " screamed Partho, and rammed home ... Trisha's butts leapt off the grass to meet his thrust. CLICK

"Come, Partho, come and fuck me ... more and more and more ... and harder .... Come" 

Partho's thrusts were becoming more and more violent, his prick was pumping like a piston ... Tara was going round and round ... taking pictures from various angles .. until with one final thrust, Partho's cum shot out in great blobs ...




Trisha's Quest Ch. 3



"I got it, I got it ...." Screamed Tara as she captured the streaming thread of cum on her camera as it shot its last photograph ... she had just run out of film.

Trisha was stretched out on the grass, spent, tired .... Partho, pulled her up and was cradling her tenderly on his lap ... his limp prick flopping against her butts. Trisha leaned back on Partho's chest .... And stared across ... the sky ...

"Another soul is on its way to the stars ...." She said pointing to slender tower of smoke that was curling away from a pyre on the cremation ground across the river.

"Is it going to heaven or going to hell?" asked Tara.

"Not that it matters, Tara, there is neither heaven nor hell ... we are all a part of the divine consciousness"

"Then we are all divine ... so why are some people saints and other sinners?"

"Saints and sinners are archaic concepts ... the divine is a like a vast ocean, eternal, cool, calm and deep ... we individuals are like the waves that froth on the surface, thrashing around. When one wave dies or disappears, the water in it forms another wave ... or perhaps it goes deep into the ocean .... Those are the lucky souls ... the rest of us get tossed around on the surface"

"So when a body dies, the soul moves to another ... except those who attain nirvana ...., how does this transit happens"

"To be perfectly honest ... I don't know .... Maybe the soul seeks the best body that is available .... Whether in this plane of existence or another .... Or perhaps, the soul finds a body that suits it best ... a round peg will not sit comfortably in a square hole"

"Can one determine where one would go next? .... Is it destiny or is there an element of free will there .."

"How I wish I knew that", said Trisha, "but it is like enlightenment or the sexual orgasm ... we can create conditions conducive for it .... But then what will happen, will happen ... we do not have a direct control on that ...."

"How can we make the conditions conducive ....?"

"It is said that if you do good deeds, live a saintly life ... you will reincarnate into bodies that represent higher beings ... "

"Like what ...."

"The highest beings that we know of are human ... perhaps different classes of humans ... 'happy' or 'miserable' ones ... but there could be other kinds of beings that we as humans are not generally of."

"Is there any other ways of guiding the soul to the destination of your choice ...."

"Yes there could be ... and that is what one must try to explore ....as we are trying to do ....", Trisha's voice faded away into the gathering dusk. She shivered.

Partho held her tighter ... her naked body was pressed tightly into his. She was almost lying on his lap, when she threw her hands around his neck.

"Partho, help me ... help me Partho, you have initiated me into this quest .... You have to help me finish it", suddenly her voice was choked .... Her eyes were brimming with tears.

"Why Mother .... Why are you so upset. Look, here I am and I shall always be with you", he wiped away a tear from her eye. "Why are you crying Mother ....?"

Tara understood. With her feminine instincts she understood just exactly was going to happen ... and her face turned ashen. She had been listening quietly to the conversation. She leaned forward and took Trisha in her lap and like a baby clasped her to her breasts.

"Don't worry Mother, as long as I am there, you need have no fear ... I shall be the one who will nurse you and take you along the path that you are seeking ... as far as this humble, illiterate maidservant of yours can"

"Tara dearest .....", sobbed Trisha, " I knew, I know that I am safe in your hands ...", she was nuzzling Tara's rapidly hardening nipples as she clasped her to her breast.

The Transit of the Full Moon  Time and tide wait for no one. March gave way to April and the moon was becoming bigger and brighter every night. The earth in its annual orbital had crept closer to the asteroid belt and meteorite showers were more frequent ....these days.

"We are almost there, mother. Are we prepared for the event?"

"We are as prepared as we would ever be Partho, don't worry, things will be all right .... After all this has been planned out for thousands of years, even though we have got involved with it only recently."

"Planned out for a thousand years? What do you mean ..."

"Come on Tara, you should be wiser now .... We are but small, but currently very significant, actors on a cosmic play that has been running since the dawn of time ...

"If there ever was a dawn of time .....", chipped in Partho ....

"OK, a cosmic play that is eternal, immortal, without beginning and without end .... Where men will come and men will go ... but the play shall go on for ever"

"But why? what is the significance of this eternal play .. well .... I know that the Mousetrap has been running for years in London but at least Agatha Christie's grandson is making money from that!!!!'

"This is the great lila, Shakti playing with the Shiva, The true reason behind this play is beyond us, in our current form. Only those who have the third eye can get past the doors of perception and see the reality beyond. But then she or he has identified himself with Shiva himself .... He is Shiva."

"Or putting it slightly differently : the only difference between Shiva and me is that he knows the difference and I do not"

"You are making a strong statement that Shiva is a man, is that true?"

"Man and woman are two analogies that we find convenient to use from human perspective. Shiva is the primal consciousness -- one who knows and knows NOT that he knows -- but it is the active principle of Shakti that brings it to life, it is the mirror in which Shiva sees itself so that it becomes one who knows and knows that he knows. As it is said in the Saundaryalahari Only when Shiva is united with Shakti does he have the power to create this world as we know it "

"So what is the modus operandi for us mother? Have you thought this through ...."

"Yes tomorrow the full moon will occur at 11:20 in the night. Tara's child will have to be conceived as close as possible to that event"

"Which means Tashi will have to fuck me just before that ...."

"I am slightly confused here ... I would presume that there will be a finite time difference between his ejaculation and the conception ... that is the only indeterminate part in our plan"

"I suppose we have to take a chance on that .... After all the whole world runs on chance ... but what would we be doing in the meantime"

"I shall have Tara on my lap and you Partho and Aruna will hold my hand and we shall meditate and focus very strongly on our third eye. It shall be our endeavor to focus all our cosmic energies on the little one who will come .... And try to push him or her along the path that we are treading."

"But even the conception is slightly uncertain .. what if it fails."

"Don't worry, Tara and Tashi will NOT fail us .... Take my word for it .. I KNOW, period"

..............................................................

Today was the day .....

For the past one week, Trisha had ordered Tara and Tashi to totally abstain from sex so that she could be sure that Tashi would or rather could ejaculate at the precise point of time. Each night, she had led the pair through a set of deep meditative practices that would stimulate their third eye and each morning, when they went to bed at the crack of dawn, she had slept with Tara cradled in her arms.

Last night, Partho and Aruna had joined them from Calcutta and after a night of deep meditation, they woke up just before lunchtime. 

After a quick bath in the river and a spartan lunch, they were now assembled on the riverbank between the two huge trees that had been planted by the mystic wwriter, Bibhuti Bhusan, a hundred years ago.

Partho set to work to clear a square piece of ground, about eight feet square. This took about an hour and then Aruna got to work on the alpana, an intricate decoration made with ground rice paste. Normally this is white, but Trisha had advised Aruna to blend the paste with vermilion and turmeric to create two additional shades -- a lustrous golden yellow and bright bold red. With these, she created an intricate set of nine interlocking interlocking triangles circumscribed by two lotuses -- one with 8 petals and the other with 16. Finally she drew a wall around the diagram and left four doors open.

"That is the ShriYantra .... The interpenetrating triangles symbolize the perfectly balanced interaction of active and receptive principles, contained by the never-ending circle. It is the fusion of knower and known, a symbol of the shakti or female power as she is in her own form (svarupa) and as she is in the form of universe (visvarupa)." explained Trisha, " and it is in this crucible that the child will come into existence"

It was almost dusk when Aruna stepped back from the wonderful artwork that she had created on the ground .... What a pity that it would not last till next morning ... but then transience is the key to the eternal.

The sun was setting and the full moon would be rising soon. The stage was set and now it was the time for the actors to get dressed ... or undressed.

"Partho, you have to shave me clean ... once again", said Trisha ... and started undressing on the riverbank. 

Partho went back to the bungalow and returned with a razor ..... Trisha was sitting on the bank, nude as a baby, knees clasped together in her hands, staring pensively across the river ..... her eyes were fixed on the cremation ground.

"Tashi, I had totally forgotten about it ... will you please go across and bring me a fistful of ashes from the cremation ground ... from dust to dust ... the cycle continues" ... Tashi went down the bank and started wading across ..

"Mother, I am ready to shave you, whenever you are ...."

Trisha turned around to face Partho .. and opened her legs .... "Remember, Bakreshwar .. I need to be as clean as that ....."

Partho quickly lathered Trisha's cunt and started shaving her, very carefully ....

"Remember Partho .... You did it to me the first time .. and I was so scared ...."

Slowly her cunt was shaved clean ... and Partho took extra care to turn her around and scrape off the few extra hairs that had escaped towards the crack of her ass.

"Ah .. Partho is getting an erection ..... haven't you seen enough of me my child ...."

"You are never enough, Mother ... every time I see you, I feel drawn into you .. my Shakti"

"Enough of your flattery", chided Trisha, "you have more work .... You have to shave my skull ... start"

With infinite care, Partho started scraping off the short, close-cropped hair that Trisha had been sporting for the past year. When he was done, Trisha was a clean as a whistle .... Like a gorgeous mannequin before the shopowner had covered her with all the finery. Only her beautiful arched eyebrows glowed in the dusk ... Aruna painted a bright red tilak between them. Partho stepped back ... to admire his work.

Tashi had now come back with a fist full of ashes and Trisha asked him to sprinkle it carefully inside the ShriYantra that Aruna had drawn on the ground. Then they all walked down to the river for a final cleansing bath.

The sun had long set and the full moon was off the eastern horizon. The sky was clear but for a sprinkling of stars .... A soft wind rustled the leaves on the two trees ... a few crickets had chirping and in the distance a dog was barking ... or was that fox or a hyena?

It was a still an hour away from the appointed time .... When Trisha asked Tara to step gingerly on to the yantra.

"Careful .. this symbol is sacred ... you must be careful ...."

"But mother ... it will get messed up ... you know when Tashi starts pumping .... I would not be able to control my frenzy ..."

"Don't worry my child ... you must respect it, but that does not mean that you do not destroy it ... every year we throw our clay images of the Durga into the river .. don't we?"

"Creative destruction... you cannot create something great without destroying something ..." chipped in Partho.

"Lie down there ... with your head on the upper triangle .... And now Tashi ... it is all up to you"

Tara was now spread-eagled on the ground, naked from tip to toe ... her long, dark hair was radiating out of her head ..... Aruna had arranged it in a halo. Tashi ... kneeled hesitantly in front of Tara ... his prick was limp ... hanging between his thighs ... somehow he was overwhelmed by the immensity of the occasion. Tara sensed his discomfort and took over ...

"Come on Tashi .. come on my breast ... give me a kiss", Tashi leaned forward .... And Tara sucked his lips with her own. Her hands had gone to work .. and were already stroking his prick and squeezing his balls. Tashi had now taken Tara's head in his arms and was locked in a kiss .... Tara gave a groan of pleasure.

"Tashi .... Your banana is getting stiffer and thicker .... I can feel it swell and grow"

"Ummm"

"Tashi, your butts are so firm .... Let me press them on to my cunt .....". Another grunt from Tashi.

"Ah .. you are prodding the lips of my cunt ... oooo ... your prick is inside me ... come, come .. push harder"

Tashi needed no further encouragement ... his big long prick slammed home ... Tara gave a howl of pleasure and lifted her legs of the ground. Tashi pushed her legs up even higher ... exposing her cunt and pushed harder and harder inside ... he was really pumping now .... Tara began to thrash around .... Groaning, squealing, moaning with pleasure .... The two of them were wriggling off the sacred yantra.

Trisha moved quickly behind Tara and took her on her lap ... pushing her to a sitting position. Tashi, was oblivious to this and was pumping on ... 

"Come children .." Trisha gestured to Partho and Aruna ...."we need to provide all the support that we can"

She held each one by the hand .... On each side ..... and Tara was on her lap .... Pinned down by the gigantic Tibetan ... who was thrusting and pumping ....

"Ahh ... Ahh ...mother ... hold me mother ..." gasped Tara .... As she wriggled madly on Trisha's lap .... But Trisha left her alone ... this was to be their creation and theirs alone ...

Tashi's thrusts were becoming more and more violent .... He was literally blasting Tara off Trisha's lap. 

"I am coming, I am coming .... " Tara was screaming at the top of her lungs .....Trisha, momentarily, let go of the other two to help Tara back onto her lap.

Tashi was now grunting and groaning as loudly as Tara herself ....the his body tensed, Trisha could see that he would come soon ... she started chanting the Shiv-Ashtaka in a sweet and ethereal voice ...

"... jagat udbhava palana nasha karan karunesha, gunatreya roopa dharan .... "

[" ... he who is the creator, keeper and destroyer of this world ... and who is the repository of all attributes .... "]

" I bow my head to thee ... oh Shiva ...."

That was the trigger that fired Tashi and his cum, saved up over a week of abstinence, spouted forth into Tara's waiting cunt. He collapsed onto Tara's heaving breasts ... and started suckling them ...

Trisha waited for a few minutes for Tashi to regain his breath and then told Aruna to lead him away. Partho was about to follow ...but Trisha asked him to stay back .....

"That was just half the story, I now need you to complete my task ... come. We are still a few minutes away from the full moon and the actual conception."

Places were exchanged. Trisha took Tara's place at the centre of the ShriYantra and Tara placed her head on her lap. Trisha's eyes flashed as she looked around and closed her eyes ....

"Come ... come Partho, come my Shiva ... come into me ... take me to paradise ...."

"Paradise ... mother what do you mean ..."

"Shh .. Partho ... you know what I mean .... I need you to push me forward ... come, Partho, fuck me, fuck me to my ultimate orgasm ..."

Partho knelt at her feet and leaned forward .. and passed his arms around her back. He was already erect and he pressed his prick into her cunt. A shiver passed through Trisha .. and strangely enough through Tara as well.

"Mother ... something strange is happening to my body ... it is different ...."

But Trisha was lost in her own world .."Come , Come ...Shiva come into me .. come " she stretched out and pulled Partho into her.

Partho was now inside and was starting to pump harder and harder ....

Trisha was groaning with pleasure, ecstasy ..."Yes, yes .. you are coming .. I see you, I see you my lord ..."

But Tara was also groaning "Mother .. it is coming .. I feel it in my heart, I feel it in my belly, I feel it in my womb"

"Light, Light ... ah the light .. I see it all around me .... It will explode ... please my Shiva ... please once more ..."

"Light, yes I too see the light ... It is inside me, It is all around me .... The stars .. the stars .. they are dropping out of the sky ... and they are falling on us ... what is this ..strange colours, strange shapes, a whirlpool of sensations.. a fall of stardust .. all around us."

"Take me, Take me my lord ... take me in your arms .. this is ecstasy, this is nirvana, this is heaven .. I am there ...." And then it happened ... Trisha stiffened into a ramrod as Partho came inside her ... then gave a long, loud, final scream and crumpled into Tara's lap.

But Tara was oblivious ...."I have it , I have it .. I have got it ...." She screamed and collapsed as well, her breasts heaving as she gasped for breath.

......

"My God, Mother ... Mother .., Tashi ... why is she not breathing", Aruna was the first to recover from the cataclysmic event ... But Tashi was spellbound.

Slowly Partho, pulled his limp penis out of the lifeless body of Trisha .... Who was now laid out on the scrubbed-over diagram of the ShriYantra .... But a divine smile still seemed played on her lips ...

"Trisha is dead ...... " murmurred Partho .... "If only I knew .... "

"No Partho babu," interrupted Tara, "Mother is not dead .... She is now safe in my womb"

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Ten months later, Tara gave birth to a bonny baby girl ... 

"Trisha is dead, Long live Trisha .....and her Quest will continue"

To Be Continued ...

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Trisha's Quest Ch. 4



Chapter 4: Rekindling the quest

Fifteen years later ...

A lot of water, tonnes of silt and perhaps a kilogram of gold dust had flowed down the Subarnarekha river since the night of the great transition ...when Trisha "died" and was "reborn" in Tara's womb. They had promptly named the child Trisha to maintain the continuity of her quest ...

The main stream of the Quest, however, disappeared from sight, as if swallowed up by some subterranean canyon. Perhaps, it was waiting for a favorable moment to burst forth at a new fountainhead. Partho and Aruna moved to Bhuj, Gujarat, in Western India. In the meantime, Tashi had trained as a computer programmer and started working at Jamshedpur, an hour's ride from Ghatsila -- where Trisha had begun her quest.

However, thanks to the Internet ... And its children .. email, voice-over-IP and video conferencing the five of them continued to keep touch. The new GPRS / 3G technology was rolling rapidly across rural India and even places like Ghatsila, with its primitive landline telephones, were now connected with near broadband digital links. Life was good!!

Then disaster struck. A major earthquake rippled across Western India and Bhuj bore the brunt of its fury. The entire state was cut off from the rest of the world. Tara and Tashi were frantic ... The newspapers reported that more than 50,000 people had perished under the rubble ... And they had no news about their dear ones. Finally, Tashi could not bear it any longer ... He took the next train to Ahmedabad, the capital of Gujarat ... While Tara and Trisha waited ... And wrung their hands ...

A week later, Tashi called with grim news. The apartment in which Partho and Aruna were staying had crumbled. Aruna had perished in the first shock and Partho was badly injured ... and struggling for life in a Navy Hospital ship berthed at Kandla ... the Bhuj hospital had vanished into rubble taking all patients and medical staff along with it. Tara clutched Trisha to her breast and gave a howl of despair ... Their quest would never be the same again ... She could still visualise that first day when she had met Trisha, Partho and Aruna .. now two of the original three were gone. She broke down in tears.

But India is eternal. With a living heritage that went back more than 5000 years, till the dawn of history as recorded in the Mahabharata, the Hindu nation took the blow on its chin -- as it had taken so many other blows, squared its shoulders and went back to business. The stock market faltered, the GDP took a hit but life went on ... People lived and loved again.

Trisha was growing up. The dark, sultry look that she had inherited from Tara, a child of the Bay of Bengal, had been stiffened by the Tashi's Tibetan features -- fair and rugged as the Himalayas where he was born. This esoteric confluence of genes had created a girl of uncommon beauty. Her waist length, jet-black hair framed a delicate Bengal face -- the colour of fresh honey. Her large, dark eyes, framed in deep lashes were set off against her high cheekbones that proclaimed her proud Mongolian stock. Tall and lithe compared to the average Bengali, her shapely legs seemed to stretch way, way down from her flared hips ... That wiggled delicately whenever she walked around. Growing up in the saal forests around Ghatsila she was a child of nature, simple and full of wonder at the wonderful world around her. Thanks to the Internet and Tashi's preoccupation with technology, she had taken to computers at a very early age and now as she was preparing for her secondary examinations, she was easily the best and brightest child in her school. 

There had always been a hint of mystery about her birth. Tara had told her about the visit to Sikkim and how she had fallen in love with her father Tashi, even though he was far younger. This by itself was a bit of an oddity in rural Bengal .. and then there was Partho-uncle and Aruna-auntie to whom they were so close. And then there was Trisha -- after whom she had been named, and who had passed away just before her birth. She had seen so many of her pictures in family photo albums ... But something was missing somewhere. Somehow, she seemed very central to her life -- but everyone strangely oblique about her. Tara and the others had decided not to impose the knowledge that they had until she was old enough to handle the Quest. Nevertheless Trisha had always felt a strange sense of oneness with the older Trisha ... But somehow she could never quite articulate what it was that she felt about her namesake. 

And there were those perennial peepal salads that Tara fed her regularly. She was in fact sick of peepal ... the leaf, the fruits and the seed, but Tara was strangely adamant about them ... Especially before and after the nightly meditation sessions that they had together.

Partho had moved on to Delhi, a new job and perhaps a new life. He still dropped an occasional email but somehow his passion and urgency was missing. He was still trying to come to grips with his tragic loss. Tashi had changed jobs and was now working in a tele-communications company in Bangalore. He had been reluctant to move out of Ghatsila, the centre of their quest, but the job was so challenging that he decided to take it up. Tara was of course quite comfortable to stay back at Ghatsila. With Trisha in school, she was more often than not found engrossed in esoteric texts and meditation on the riverbank. She was the one who was still focussed on the quest ... Then one day, just after noon, the doorbell rang.

Trisha was away at school and Tara had just finished her lunch. She was not expecting anyone anyway ... 

"Partho-babu!! what a surprise!! why did you not let me know and I would have come to the station to pick you up?"

"It just happened, Tara. I had no plans to be here ... But somehow the path bent this way ... and here I am"

"This is just simply delightful ... It has been years since I last met you ... You have changed ..."

"I have grown older Tara, pushing 50, you see that my hair has turned gray ... And I have this tidy beer paunch"

"But your eyes are as sparkling as ever ... The same naughty ones that had drilled into me ...once upon a time, long long ago"

"That is because they are still drilling into someone who has not changed at all, Tara. Touch wood, by the grace of the divine mother, you have not changed one bit ... "

"I have being reading and practising dakini vidya -- wicca, as they say in the west -- and it helps"

"No wonder you are as sizzling as ever ...", as Tara clasped him to her breast," and no wonder these jaded loins may come alive again." He kissed her full and square on her lips.

"Come, come .. why are we standing at the door ... You must be tired ...", she led him inside and flopped down on the sofa.

"This place has not changed one bit, Tara, it seems that time has been standing still ... ever since that Night"

"Not really, you haven't seen Trisha ... She is at school ... she would be back soon"

"But, my dear Tara, she is the one who cannot change ... Externally, yes ... But she is the constant in our quest ..."

"The Quest indeed ...", sighed Tara," I don't know Partho-babu, I don't know whether I have been able to live up to the promise that I had made to mother ... that I will carry her quest with me till she can take it up again on her own"

"You have done a far better job than what I have Tara, somehow ... I have slipped up. Too many things have happened over the past few years. I have been floating like a bottle down a swirling river, not quite knowing where I am going. Will I crash against a rock ... Or have I already? am I broken?"

"NO, NO, NO ... Partho babu ... you are our leader, you are the one who led mother into this quest ... and if you stagger and fall, I shall hold you up ... Come, come ... mother has led you here to restart our quest ... You are tired and dusty from the road. Come have a bath"

Tara led Partho into the bath and took off his shirt, then his trousers and finally his pants. Her eyes glistened as she stared at his tiny cock flopping beneath his beer paunch. His balls, shriveled like walnuts, were barely visible within his gray pubic bush.

"God what has these tragic circumstances done to this poor soul?", wondered Tara to herself. She remembered the dashing Casanova who had set her heart on fire, for whom she would have died to strip and dance, who had anointed her naked body with turmeric paste on her wedding day and who had pumped Trisha to her last orgasm and propelled her out of her past. She dared not look him in the eye, knowing that he too was afraid of the same. But she knew, instinctively, that the last thing that he wanted was pity. In fact she knew better ...

"Oooh Partho babu, you are as cute as ever ... Come we haven't had a bath together for a long time"

"Tara you, you ... that is so sweet of you ..." Partho was rather hesitant.

"Will you not help me off with these clothes ...", Tara did not wait, she had already slipped the sari of her slender waist.

"Tara ... Ah, ah ... let me ...", Partho hands were on her tits, fumbling under her blouse.

"Your cock is getting bigger ..." Tara lied quickly, fondling his balls, stroking his prick, and feeling for some signs of life!

"Tara you are a dear ... I would not know what I would do without you", Partho voice was getting stronger.

"You want to feel my nipples without taking off my blouse ... No short cuts you naughty boy", Tara had slipped off her blouse on her own. She was not wearing a bra at home ... Her tits were now swinging free ... Partho pressed his lips onto them.

"Your cock has become huge ...", Tara was not lying anymore, her squeezing had taken effect, "Ah, I can feel them on my belly now." She had slipped off her petticoat ... And was rubbing his cock on her cunt.

"Tara, it is after ages that I am feeling like a man again ... Tara you are wonderful ..."

"Let us get under the shower ... Remember ... the last time you were putting the turmeric on me", she pressed a big kiss on his lips, "Ummm that was delicious ... Here let me turn on the spout"

The cold water squirted out and Tara gave a squeal of pleasure, "Hurry up Partho babu, we need to get out of this .. rub me down FAST" and started rubbing Partho herself.

Partho was in heaven ... he was scrubbing her back, squeezing her tits, tweaking her nipples, rubbing her cunt and pushing his fingers into the crack of her ass. 

"Ooooh you naughty boy, you are fingering my asshole ... That will not do .. I want you in my cunt, nowhere else"

"Then get into bed ..." Partho voice had taken on a tone of authority. He turned off the spout.

"Let me dry you off first ... here take this towel"

Within minutes, the two of them were just about dry and rushing towards the bed. Tara tumbled in first and Partho was on upon her immediately ... kissing her lips, squeezing her tits and grinding his erect cock on her cunt.

"Partho babu you are like a tiger again ... come, come ... come into my arms", she pressed him to her breasts and pushed up with her hips.

"Tara ... I need this, I need you, I need you now"

"I am yours, Partho babu .. I am yours and yours alone ... come, push into me .. push harder ... Ah ah aaah"

"I want to fuck you, Tara, I want to fuck you like I used to ... aah, there I am inside, I am inside", Partho gasped.

"More, more Partho babu .. I need to feel you prick deep in me, deep, deep, deep in me ... Hit, hit harder"

"Uh, Uh, Uh ..." Partho was grunting ...

"Ooooh, Ooooh, Ooooh ... " Tara was squealing at each thrust.

Partho was thumping harder and harder ... each big thump getting a squeal from Tara ... His buttocks were heaving and thrusting. Tara's hips, trapped under them were wriggling and thrashing ...

"Partho babu, this is super, this is terrific, this is fantastic, this is like the old times ... When you loved me like crazy"

"I still love you like crazy ... and you have done it again ... Tara, Tara, Tara ... ", Partho was gasping for breath," Tara I cant hold on any more ..."

"Don't Partho babu, don't hold back, I am coming, I am coming ... come, come Partho, come fill me with your seed again.. do it now ..." Tara was screaming at the top of her voice ...

"Yes Tara, I am coming, I am coming ... I am coming ... ah ah ah ..." Partho ejaculated. And once he started, there was no stopping ... the cum that had accumulated for the past so many days just spurted, again and again and again ... 

Each spurt and Tara screamed ..."More", "and more ...", "More ..."

Until Partho ejaculated one last time and collapsed on Tara's heaving breasts.

"Peace, Peace at last ... Peace in the arms of my mother, Peace ..."

"Yes, Partho babu. You are at peace again ... and you shall never be alone again. Come relax and suck my nipples ... Relax, relax ... you are in my arms again", Tara was gently caressing Partho hair, stroking his back until both of them fell asleep.

Connecting the Dots …

"Mother, do you know what happened in school today ...", Trisha bounded in the room and staggered to a halt. Her hands flew her mouth as she gaped in amazement at the sight in front of her ... 

There was her mother Tara, stark naked, draped over an equally naked Partho-uncle. She was cradled on his left shoulder ... lying across Partho-uncle's body. Her face buried in his neck, her legs crossed over his belly. Tara's big butts were slowly rising and falling with Partho's breath. The dark tangle of pubic hair, peeped out under the crack of her ass and framed Partho's cock -- limp and flaccid. 

Trisha was a big girl, about to finish secondary school, and with constant access to the access she was under no illusions about sex. Nevertheless, the sight of her own mother naked and in the arms of another naked man took her breath away ... she did not quite know what to do.

Partho was the first to see her ... but he was kind of petrified ... "Tara", he shook her awake, "Trisha is here ..." He mumbled.

Tara took a few seconds to gather her wits about her but then her sang froid was impeccable.

"Trisha, this is your uncle Partho", she simply ignored the fact that she did not have a stitch of clothing on her body and continued," He has come home after many, many years"

"Yes ..." stammered Trisha, staring at Partho cock that was growing in size under her gaze ...

"He is very near and dear to us ... and you see that we love each other very much ...", her sheepish smile almost gave away her acute embarrassment ... but she held her voice steady," and you are old enough to know that when a man and woman are in love with each other ... There is a lot of passion", she still could not use the fuck word ... but she knew that she would have to ...

"Yes mother", Trisha was rapidly regaining her composure ..."should I wait outside?.. while you ... You know ... get ready"

"Yes Trisha", Tara's tone was barely under control. "Give me my sari ...and then will you please make some tea, toast or omelet for us ..."

Trisha smiled, picked up the discarded sari from the floor and draped it over the loving couple, turned and walked smartly out of the room. Partho gave a sigh of relief ... "That was real cool of you Tara ... I am amazed at your composure"

"and I am amazed at the size of your cock, Partho-babu", quipped Tara, giving a quick peck at the red tip of the engorged member," and I can see that little Trisha has the same effect on you as Mother had ... So our quest is safe in your hands ..."

"I think that Trisha is old enough to relate to our quest ... isn't it time that we told her the whole truth?"

"yes ..." agreed Tara. She disengaged herself from Partho's embrace, stood up and wrapped her sari around her. She pulled one end of the sari around her bare tits. "Let me find one of Tashi's pajamas for you ... that would be more comfortable than your trousers"

Fifteen minutes later they were gathered around the drawing room. It was nearly dusk. Trisha had quickly fried some french toast and had made some coffee. Tara located some cognac and spiked the coffee, "Tonight we shall celebrate Partho-babu's return", she declared, " and after today, I think Trisha is old enough to appreciate the finer things in life ...", she smiled.

Trisha had changed into a salwar-kameez, the shirt and pajama dress common among Indian women and was sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around her knees, her long hair tied up in a loose bundle. Tara was by her side, cuddling her in her arms. She was still dressed only in a sari, her tits showing beneath the end of the sari wrapped loosely around her body. Partho was dressed in pajamas and a shirt, partly buttoned up in the front ... he was sitting on the sofa and dipping the french toast into a plate of ketchup and sipping the spiked coffee.

"Trisha ... I think the time has come when you should know some important things ...", began Tara.

"Yes, mother ... I am a bit confused"

"It is not your fault", apologized Partho, "anyone else would be confused as well ... But where should we begin?"

"Well I think you should first tell who Trisha was and how you introduced her to her quest ..."

And for the next three hours, Partho and Tara took turns to tell Trisha the long story of the quest ... They told her who Trisha was and how she asked Tara to help her with Paresh; how that led to her relationship with Partho; how Partho introduced her to the idea of simulating nirvana through sexual orgasms; the importance of the pineal gland and the third eye; her visit to Bakreshwar and the advice of Ram baba; how Tara joined her in the quest and how the two of them visited Sikkim, located Tashi and brought him in to father the new Trisha; the special preparations they had made; the night of the conception; how Trisha died at the height of her orgasm and why they believed that her soul had been captured in Tara's womb in the body of the new Trisha ... and why they all believed that Trisha would now carry on with the quest.

It was pretty late in the night when Partho finally stopped. Tara had been popping in and out, preparing dinner, but Trisha had listened to the tale with bated breath.

"Partho-uncle, you mean to stay that I am actually the previous Trisha, Aruna auntie's mother?"

"Yes Trisha, it difficult to be certain but we are reasonably sure ..."

"Which is why I had always felt a certain sense of oneness with her, whenever I have seen her picture, but I could not put my finger on the actual reason ..."

"Do you recollect anything about her ... other than what you have heard from us ...", asked Tara.

"It is kind of fuzzy, I do not know what to say ... but sometimes I do seem to hear a voice in my head ..."

"What does it say, do you remember Trisha, what does it say ..."

"I don't know ... I cannot remember ... But it is always a very satisfying feeling, very encouraging, very positive ... it invariably leaves me feeling very good ..."

"What else, Trisha .. try to remember ... everything matters ... however inconsequential ..."

"You know I also get this visions ... You know during my periods ... I have these dreams, strange figures ..."

"You are calling them dreams .. because you do not have a better word for it ... but what do you see ...?"

"I am really sorry uncle, I just cannot remember ... But something like Light, yes I see light ... It is inside me, It is all around me ... The stars .. the stars .. they are dropping out of the sky ... and they are falling on us ... . strange shapes, strange colours .. a whirlpool of sensations... a fall of stardust .. all around us."

"Partho-babu, I had the same sensation that night", whispered Tara, " ... When Mother left us and returned to my womb ... Do you remember, do you remember my words Partho-babu"

"Yes Tara, you said something very similar ... it is etched into my memory ... It is strange that Trisha has just uttered the same thing ..."




Trisha's Quest Ch. 4



"But how could I see that ... who was seeing all these ... Trisha or Tara?"

"It was Trisha in Tara ... "

"But what were they seeing?"

"I don't know Trisha ... But my guess, remember it is just a guess ... it is a view of a different dimension in space-time ... projected on our own known dimensions ... you know how a long rod seems like a dot from the end ...it is no more like a rod anymore ..."

"Partho-uncle, that is too complex ..."

"Look it is like this ... one minute Trisha was here in her old body ... a few seconds later she was in your womb ... and in between she moved into a new dimension ... and spent some 'time' there ... 'time' that seemed like a few seconds by our clock ... and what she saw in those few 'seconds' is what you screamed out when she entered your womb ... and it is the same memory that lingers in Trisha today ... That is the best picture that I can paint at the moment ..."

"It seems reasonable ...", Trisha was still hesitant, "but is there any firm proof ... that I am indeed Trisha?"

"This is not geometry, dear girl, that I can give you a hard proof ... "

"But there is something ...", whispered Tara, "there is a mark, there is a proof ... I know ... but how do I explain ..."

"Speak Tara, say what do you have in your mind ... "

"Trisha has a mark ... only I know about it ... it is at the base of her cunt ... Just near her arsehole ... A deep scar ... only I have seen it when I have bathed her ..."

"So what about it ..."

"Trisha had it too ... Remember that night at Bakreshwar ... When she was ripped apart, first by the stone lingam and then by Ram baba ... She was hesitant to talk about it to you .. but she knew that I would understand and she told me ..."

"How can you be so sure that she really had the scar ... You could have made a mistake ..."

"No Partho-babu, I am not wrong ... but wait a minute ... we can check. Partho-babu you remember the pictures that I had taken of you fucking mother at the temple ... those were close shots ... the scar could be visible there"

"God Tara, you do remember the right things ... can you fish out the pictures now ..."

"Of course, they are in my secret album ... ", she smiled at Trisha. "I did not want them to fall into your hands ... but after today it does not matter". She rushed away and returned with the album.

"Look Partho babu, look ... here are the pictures of you together ... Oh here you are squeezing her tits, and there she is naked, legs spread... but, shit, your balls are in the way ... Ah here is the next one ... she is on her knees and you are spreading her butts ... see, see ... here is the close-up ... There you can see that long scar"

"Yes, that is a scar indeed ... and you say that Trisha has the same scar today ..."

"Yes, I am certain .. but why don't you check it out ... Trisha dear, will you take off your clothes please"

"Yes mother ...", Trisha was a just a wee bit hesitant ..."But ... You know .."

"Don't worry Trisha", Tara smiled, " ... you will soon get used to Partho-babu ... I have been stripping in front of him since the first day ..."

"No mother ...actually ... I am a bit messy today .. it is my third day today"

"Ah your periods", realised Tara, " but don't worry ... A little blood will not deter us tonight .. go ahead"

Trisha needed no further reassurance ... obediently she slipped off her kameez. She was not wearing a bra, her small tight tits hung free. Partho was staring at her nipples as they hardened under her gaze, Trisha looked at him shyly and smiled ... he stepped forward to loosen her salwar ... then hesitated.

"Go ahead, Partho babu, ...don't worry ... Trisha is one of us ... you can be as free with her as you are with me."

Partho loosened the drawstrings of her salwar and they dropped down to her ankles ... Trisha was now in her panties ... The sanitary pad swelling out in front. Partho pulled it down and Trisha stepped out of them. Partho tossed away the panties and the bloodstained pad along with it ... 

Trisha was now fully naked, it was her first time in front of a man ... and she had a lost look in her eyes ... Tara sensed her discomfort, stepped up behind her, put her arms around her belly and nuzzled her gently on her neck. "Relax, Trisha", she whispered, "You have the most wonderful body in the world ... be proud to show it off to people who love you ...". She played with her tits and nipples.

Partho gently pushed her down on her back to the floor. Her pubic hair, not very bushy as yet was matted with dark menstrual blood ... the blood was also smeared along her thighs ... Partho took her salwar and carefully wiped away the stains .. Then he turned her around, face down on the floor, lifted her butts and spread her legs.

"There ...Partho-babu, see .. the scar ... the same scar that was there at the base of Mother's cunt"

"Yes . Tara ... you are absolutely right ...Trisha, Trisha ... You are our Mother ... you are our daughter .. you are Trisha --- the one and only ..." Partho was ecstatic ... He stood up, pulled Trisha to her feet embraced her in a big hug. Then he started to kiss her ... on her lips, on her cheeks, ... down on her tits, further down on her belly, on her cunt -- never mind the blood -- on her legs, on her feet ...

Poor Trisha, she had read about sex in pornographic books and had seen "dirty" pictures on internet sites but this was the first real thing ... she had a real man in her arms ... she pressed herself to Partho and began rubbing her cunt on his prick, through her pajamas ...Tara was the first to spot the danger ...

"Stop, Partho babu ... Trisha is still a virgin ... And we must not break her virginity so casually ..."

"I am sorry, Tara," apologized Partho, " I just got carried away ..."

"Don't worry", Tara reassured him, "No harm done ... We need to find a time and place when we will formally introduce Trisha to the world of our quest ... But we must not hurry ... we must think first"

"You are absolutely right Tara, I must not enter her tonight ... But this poor girl is all tensed up ...", Partho smiled, " and I must not disappoint her ..."

He slipped down on to the sofa and pulled Trisha into his lap ... His index finger was on her cunt and he was slowly massaging her clit ... Trisha groaned ... a shiver of excitement rippled through her body as she slid into a haze of pleasure in his arms.

Connectivity

Tashi had come down to Ghatsila for a short holiday. The project that he had been working on had seen a major breakthrough last week and he could barely stop gloating about it. Way back in the 1980's there had been a science fiction novel by Craig Thomas -- Firefox -- that had described a thought-controlled aircraft. Tashi's company was slightly less ambitious ... they were trying to devise an implant, that would be inserted behind the neck. This would establish a Bluetooth-style radio frequency link to a cellphone through which it would be possible to place a call, directly. This was pretty hush hush, but Tashi had volunteered for the first implant and they had just about managed to raise a signal on a nearby device by just willing it to happen. After all those eighteen-hour days and numerous slices on his neck, Tashi's boss had decreed that his best programmer needed a break.

"Daddy, you mean you can now make a call on a cellphone by just thinking about it ..."

"Not yet, Trisha, not yet ... but it will happen soon ... Today all that we have achieved is that this particular cellphone ...", holding up his Nokia 2K18, " just rings, or vibrates if you choose that mode"

"What about other cellphones ... can you make other cellphones ring as well ...?" asked Partho.

"No JUST this one ... our system is kind of hardwired for this particular device. The signal is still quite messy, or noisy as we say ..., we cannot generate or pick up a very precise signal"

"That is a matter of time I suppose ... With computers getting faster and better ..."

"I hope so ... but there are difficulties ... the brain signals are very erratic ... the same thought generates very different signals at different times ... and we are at our wits end to find the underlying patterns"

"Hmmm ... very interesting ...patterns and patterns ... the clue is to crack the patterns ..." Mused Partho.

* * * * *

But the mood at Ghatsila was upbeat that night. Tara and Trisha had arranged a homecoming party for Tashi on the riverbank ... between the two ancient trees. Coloured paper lanterns had lit up the place. The picnic table had been loaded with food and drinks ... and a small portable CD player had been set up. 

Tashi was dancing with Trisha ... Partho and Tara were taking a break, propped up against the neem tree.

"Pardon this lecherous old man", grinned Partho, " but Trisha is looking very sexy tonight ..."

"Ever since you had fingered her, she has become very conscious of herself ... "

"Have you told Tashi about all that has happened over the past few days ... Since she found us in bed ..."

"Yes and also that we have told Trisha about mother and her quest and what it means for her"

"And what was his reaction ... Was he glad, upset .. indifferent ...?"

"Mostly indifferent ...but then he was so excited last night ... His new technology ..."

"Technology my foot", grinned Partho," how many times did he fuck you last night?"

"Far less than what this old geezer does to me every night ... " Tara smiled, "but look I think he is getting the hots on Trisha tonight ... look at the way he is holding her ..."

"And no wonder. Look at the way that Trisha is dressed tonight ... dressed to kill"

Now that she had "grown up", Trisha had borrowed a dark red silk sari from Tara but her blouse was way too small .. Almost like a bra, it barely covered her tits and left a vast expanse of back and belly open to the world ... her long black hair rippled on her back as she swayed her hips sensuously to the beat. A little bell was stuck to her belly button and it tinkled everytime she swayed her hips. Tashi had her hands around her waist ... and guided her along the grassy floor. 

"Daddy ... you have to teach me how to dance ..."

"Sure Trisha .. look, come closer ... yes that is better ... now spin and turn"

"Oooh ... daddy, that was great ... Do it again .. oops I missed my step"

"Just watch this ...", Partho nudged Tara .."Trisha is trying to attract Tashi, well actually seduce him"

"Electra ... All girls have a crush on their father ... and in this case Tashi is just a little older than she is ... Actually if I had not roped him in ... he would have been fair game. He is just about 36 you know"

"C'mon daddy .. you are not paying attention ... now you have missed the step .. that is the second time"

"What can poor Tashi do ... I think he is pretty much confused ... Aha .. I see that bulge in his pants"

"Kiss me daddy, kiss me ... hold me tight and kiss me ... aaaah ... that was good ... Do you kiss mother like that?"

"Ummm ... Yes, I mean no ...", Tashi mumbled ...as Trisha grabbed his neck and sealed his lips with another big kiss. 

Tashi's cellphone, it was lying on the ground between Partho and Tara ... gave a quick buzz.

"What was that?", asked Tara ... "Is he trying to make a phone call NOW ..."

"It picked up a signal .. from Tashi ... Must be some thought in his brain ..."

"There can be just one thought there right now ... the beautiful girl in his arms ... Oh god, he has by her waist and he is rubbing his prick on her cunt ...", the cellphone vibrated again.

"Very interesting ...", observed Partho ..." every time he gets excited ... This cellphone picks up a signal ... can we reverse the direction of the signal ... What will happen if I make a call ...?" Partho picked up the handset ...

"Oh god ... They are all entwined together ... he has grabbed her tits and squeezing them ... "

"Daddy, daddy ... my sari is slipping off ... "

"Don't worry my little girl ... you are in my arms ... "

"Daddy this is heaven ... I can't stop, I can't let go ... but my sari is dropping off ... "

"Who cares Trisha, who cares ... here let me slip it off you completely ... ah now you look like a belly dancer"

"Oooh daddy, your hands on my tits ... they feel so great .. press them daddy, press them ...". Partho felt the cellphone vibrating in his hands.

"Daddy ... You are getting an erection ... Ah let me feel it ... ah it feels so big and hard ..." The cellphone was vibrating constantly.

"Daddy, you must take off your pants ... let me loosen your trousers ... there .. just kick it off". More vibrations.

"Your prick is so big and long daddy, far bigger than Partho-uncle's ... ooh daddy I want to suck it, please ... ..."

Trisha had slipped off her petticoat and was kneeling in front of Tashi, sucking on his cock ... the cellphone was vibrating continuously now ...Tashi was in heaven ... he had his daughters head in his hands, her long hair clenched in his fists and he was ramming her face down on his cock ... Trisha was licking, actually slurping away ...

"Tara", whispered Partho, " What do you think will happen if I try dial a number on this cellphone ..."

"You and your experiments ... Why don't you squeeze MY tits now ... it is bad enough to see your husband being sucked off by another woman ... and in this case it is my daughter ... Oooh I feel terribly horny ...", Tara was rubbing her cunt.

"C'mon Tara, don't be jealous ... we have fucked enough ...". Partho put a hand protectively around Tara and fondled her tits. In his other ... he picked up the cellphone ... and pressed some buttons randomly.

Coincidence or not ... Tashi gave a scream and ejaculated ... into Trisha's face.

"oooh ... daddy ... that was good, very good ... " said Trisha licking at the cum dripping from her lips ... " more daddy, I want more of that ..."

Partho pressed all the buttons again ... Tashi's body tensed again, one leg buckled ...he sank to his knees. 

Trisha had torn off her blouse and had pinned Tashi down to the ground. She was scrambling all over him ... climbing on to his chest ... pressing her cunt on his erect prick.

"Daddy, please fuck me now daddy, I can't wait any longer ... " Trisha was groping for his cock ...

"You can't stop her from losing her virginity tonight", whispered Partho.

"And I don't want to ... Tonight is the new moon .. in case you have not noticed it Partho-babu, the night of the divine mother ... let there be blood on the grass tonight ... and they are on the yantra ... the mother is indeed leading us to wherever she wants us to be"

Trisha was now riding on her father's prick, but her tight virgin pussy could not quite handle that huge cock. Tara decided that it was time for her to take a hand in these matters. She walked up, grabbed her daughter's butts and aligned her cunt on her husband's prick ... "C'mon Tashi ... just do it ... put it in", she ordered her husband.

The sight of Tara and Trisha together distracted Tashi ... his thrusts seemed to falter ... but Partho started pressing the buttons on the cellphone at random .. 

Tashi was bucking around again... and Tara was pressing Trisha down onto his cunt. 

"Push, my child ... push ... take it in"

"It is not going in mother .. it is so big ..."

"It will, It will .. it has gone into my cunt ... and it will into yours ... Hold it with your hands ... and push", Tara pressed down on Trisha's butts ...

"It hurts .. ooo ... it hurts .. aaahh ... "

"The more it hurts the better it is ...", Tara had to encourage her daughter .. by whatever means ..."Push ..."

"Ooooooo ..." Trisha was screaming ... "Let me go ... I can't ..."

"Yes you can .. and do it do it do it ... there ... " Tara gave one last massive push ...

Trisha screamed with pain as Tashi's big cock finally burst through her hymen ... She collapsed on her father's chest ...and whimpered. Tashi pressed her close to his chest ... and wiped away the tears from her eyes ..."Trisha .. you have done it ... you are now one of us"

"Yes father ..." Trisha could barely mumble between her gasps of breath ..." ... aaah I feel your cock throbbing inside me ... this is heaven ... and I am there ..."

Tara gently lifted Trisha off the bloodstained cock. Tashi sat up ... 

"Partho-babu ... what were you doing with the cellphone? I could sense something ... but with Trisha on me I could not focus"

"I think you have stumbled on to something far greater than a cellphone call Tashi ... I think that we have a way of communicating directly to you through a cell phone ... do you understand what it means ..?"

"Yes .. it means that my body can become a part of the cellphone network ..."

"More than cellphones ... the cellphone is just the carrier ... You can become a part of the internet. Just imagine the Internet itself ...

"Hang on .. the internet ... what do you mean by that ..."

"You know we first had computers connected to the internet .. then we had internet access appliances .. like set top boxes .. then with IP v6 we had enough IP addresses to connect millions of gadgets to the internet"

"You mean things like refrigerators that can order milk from and online store when supplies run low ..."

"That is trivial ... actually it means that any gadget can connect to any other webserver or gadget anywhere else in the world ...in short gadgets are aware of each other .. and can communicate seamlessly"

"That means people will be able to communicate with other people," broke in Tara," or with other devices all through the cellphone and this wonderful device ..."

"You are absolutely right Tara ... And do you know what that means ..."

"No ... what ..."

"Think, Tara, think ... think of what we have always been reluctant to believe ..."

"Don't talk in riddles, Partho uncle, please explain ..."

"You know those rishis, those enlightened souls .. those who 'just know' what is happening thousands of miles away ... without any visible means of communication ..."

"Good god ... Insight, clairvoyance, the third eye ... That would be simply fantastic ..."

"Not so fast, Tara, ... the woods are lovely, dark and deep, but we have miles to go before we sleep ... "

"But Partho-babu ... we now know how to move forward .. after all these years ... I see the road again "

"And is it not strange how lucky we were that circumstances have guided us towards this direction"

"You may call it luck, Partho babu, but I think it is the Mother herself who is leading us on our quest"

"But I thought it was you, Tara, on whom the Mother was dependent ..."

"Who is the knower and what is being known ... that is the big riddle"

 Convergence PLUS PLUS

Another ten years had gone by ...

Broadband, wireless implants were now commercially available and Tashi's company, Hindustan LiveWire that had pioneered the technology was the darling of the stock markets. It was being predicted that a personal IP-v6 address could soon replace all legacy personal IDs like Social Security Number, Passport Number or Voter Identification Number, though a number of people had raised questions of privacy. Tashi as the chief research officer was now head of his company's labs at Bhopal and his stock options had made him a major stakeholder in the multibillion rupee transnational.

The Netscape browser, which had kicked off the Internet in the 1990's, had changed beyond recognition. Its latest version was now hardwired into the implants and "implanted" people could browse the new age websites by just thinking about them ... In fact the concept of browsing itself had changed. It was more of filtering device, that held back -- rather than pulled in -- information that was being constantly pushed out by websites, and only allowed through information that the individual wanted or was capable of handling.




Trisha's Quest Ch. 4



Trisha had graduated in Mathematics from Ranchi University and Tashi had wanted her to join his firm HLW, but she had different ideas. Together with Tara and Partho, she had set up a small research unit at Ghatsila, 3iTECH. Their quest was now focussed on using HLW implant to probe into the mysteries of the pineal gland and the third eye. This would be the ultimate convergence ... between the physical world of digital information and the world of intuition and mysticism.

It was the middle of July and Ghatsila was covered under a blanket of dark monsoon clouds. It had been pouring throughout the night and though the rain had eased at daybreak, the green saal forest was still dripping ... Not a day to venture outdoors.

Tara had announced that there would be khichuri -- a potpourri of rice and lentils, a traditional monsoon favourite -- for lunch today. She was pottering about in the kitchen ... Partho was curled up on the armchair with a copy of the script of the classic movie. Matrix, released in 1998. Trisha was hunched over her computer. 

She had been working on a program to recognise patterns in electronic signal emanating from wireless implants. She had been one of the first to want an implant but Tara and Partho had dissuaded her .. it was early days and they still did not know about the medical side effects. Trisha had thrown one of rare tantrums -- how on earth could she work on implant signal analysis if there was no implant to record and transmit signals --until Partho had relented ... He had get one himself and they could do all their experiments with him. Tara had been very concerned about even that ... After all Partho was nearly 60 and she did not want him hurt in anyway and so in the end, they both -- Tara and Partho -- decided to get wired up. Tashi who had been one of the pioneers in this, arranged for these devices for them through HLW.

Trisha analysis was patterned on the Human Genome Initiative that had decoded the genetic fingerprint of human beings at the turn of the century. However in this case the analysis was even more complex because unlike the DNA sequence that was the always the same for an individual, the brain signals varied considerably each time. So while it was easy to take well-formatted digital data from computers and push them as neural impulses into the brain, the reverse was not quite so simple ... the same thoughts and emotions produced a bewildering array of signal types. Trisha's challenge was to interpret these signals and determine what it is that the brain was trying to say or do.

Trisha had built up terabytes of signal data from both of them over the past one year but certain trends were becoming clear. Intellectual activity was a rather tame source of signals ... they could work out mathematics for hours without picking up any distinctive activity. But anything passionate, emotional or intuitive created digital storms. Deep meditation produced strong but absolutely chaotic impulses ... Trisha was particularly intrigued about these ...

Today Trisha needed a fresh set of signals ... She sheepishly walked up to Partho.

"Aha ... madam needs more data." Partho put down the book and looked up. Trisha was at her seductive best. She was only wearing a sari, no petticoat, no blouse ... her firm, fresh tits were bouncing around under her loosely wrapped sari. 

"Trisha ... you will kill the poor man with your experiments", warned Tara from the kitchen "You have made him ejaculate twice yesterday ..."

"I am so sorry, uncle ... ", Trisha threw her arms round his neck. "I really do not want to hurt you ... but if you can, that would be very, very useful ... I need a video shoot so that I can synchronise the signals with ... your actual ejaculation ... But I can always wait"

"No Trisha .. you are always such a pleasure", but deep inside Partho was getting concerned. He did not know how long he could sustain his sexual performance ... But then what the heck... the data was necessary for their quest anyway and he always had weakness for sexy women!!

Trisha started the data-logging program on her computer and started rolling the video camera ... It could run unattended for the next two hours if necessary.

Trisha sat down on the carpet and took Partho on her lap. Partho was nuzzling at her nipples ... She felt a surge of excitement as they hardened against her lips.

She slipped her hands into his pajamas ... And felt his limp prick, fondled the rough, coarse skin of his balls and ran her fingers through his pubic hair .. thick and bushy ...

Partho closed his eyes ... he was being transported into a different world ... A little shiver passed through his body.

Trisha was loosening his pajama strings ... they fell open and she pulled them down ... his prick was becoming bigger ... she clenched it in her fist and started to jerk it up and down.

Partho eyes were still closed, but he reached out and pulled Trisha's tits down to his lips and sucked. Trisha flicked a glance to the video camera ... to make sure that it was still rolling, then faked a low groan of pleasure, to encourage Partho.

Partho had slid down to the floor, his pajamas off, his prick was standing erect ... The circumcised tip was big, red and glistening ... Trisha slid over him ... her body was slipping out of her sari, her tits were hanging over Partho's chest ... caressing them with her nipples ...Trisha slid down further and started nibbling at his balls.

Partho groaned with pleasure as he felt her lips on his balls ... "Ohh ..." he mumbled as she gripped them, lightly, between her teeth ... 

Partho's cock was now in her mouth .. she was licking and sucking it ...

"Trisha ... Oh god ...", gasped Partho ..." you are good, you are good ... please continue ..."

"Don't worry uncle", Trisha pulled her face out of the cock for a moment ..."just relax and have fun ... that is why I am here ..."

"Trisha, Trisha ... I feel it, I feel it ... I feel it coming ...", Partho was croaking ...

Trisha felt the Partho's balls tighten ... his cock was throbbing ... she sucked harder and faster ... she also flicked another glance at the video camera to make sure that the actual ejaculation, or the actual instant of time, would be correctly recorded.

"Ahh, Ahh ... aaahhhh ...", screamed the old man as he shot his cum into Trisha waiting face ... Trisha quickly licked it off her lips let go of his cock and balls ... She needed him to cool down quickly so that the boundary between the excited state and the relaxed state would be clear.

Trisha got off Partho body and ran off to his machine ... Partho was still gasping ... Tara noticed his discomfort and quickly ran to him.

"Relax, Partho babu, relax ... Come into my arms ...", she was getting increasingly concerned about these sudden sex sessions ... after all this was not the Partho for whom she had so willing stripped nearly 20 years ago. He was getting old and all this strain would be telling on him. She must speak to Trisha about this, but right now her problem was with Partho ...was he all right? his face was ashen ... he was breathing heavily, too heavily.

"Partho uncle, Mother ... I got it, I got it ... look, look I have found the pattern ...I now just need one more record ...", Trisha ran into the room.

"Shut up, Trisha", snapped Tara cutting her off in mid speech ..."Partho babu is not well ... can't you see that you are killing him ..."

"Mother ... what has happened?", Trisha was shocked at the tone of Tara's voice.

"You and your bloody experiments .. can't you see that Partho babu is a human being not a fucking machine ... You titillate him and bring him to orgasm and then you walk away to see your results ... "

"But mother .. I was only ..."

"No buts ... ", Tara snapped "you and your experiments will lead nowhere ... unless there is love and care, empathy and understanding ... come Partho babu, come relax on my lap ... " Tara eyes were blazing with fury but her voice softened as she gently took Partho on her lap and clasped him to her breast.

"I am sorry Mother ... I am really sorry ... I should have understood ... I promise, I promise that I will not do anything without consulting you ..."

Tara anger had passed. "Partho babu is so very dear to me ... you will not understand, my girl. I know that I am married to your father ... But you must be aware that Partho babu is the most special person amongst us." Tears were glistening in her eyes ...she was softly stroking Partho's face, neck and chest. "He is our guru, even Mother was introduced to the quest by him ... But more than a guru, he is the one whom we all love ... Mother, me, Aruna didi and even, must love and respect him ... because it is through him that we will all reach our goal."

"I understand ... I am really feeling guilty ..."

"Not to worry, dear girl", Partho was alive and kicking again ... " there is a lot of life left in this old geezer ... carry on, carry on with the quest ... what ever will happen will happen ... carry on ..."

... 

A few days passed, Trisha was more careful now ... but Partho and Tara helped her along with more data. Then one day, the jigsaw fell into place ... Trisha was ecstatic ... 

"Partho uncle ... I have cracked it ... see ... this pattern, this is the pattern that repeats itself when you are having and orgasm and THIS is the pattern that happens when mother is having her orgasm. Can you see it?"

"Yes .. yes .. that is evident ... but what is this ... image ... it looks similar but not quite ..."

"This is the breakthrough .. that I was talking about .. you see, in this pattern you are fucking mother .. "

"That was true in the earlier pattern itself ... who else would have fucked your mother here ..."

"No this is different ... here you two are fucking ... and the signals coming out of your implant are being fed in to mother's implant ... so she is being stimulated twice ...

"I see .. once I am doing it directly ... while pumping her cunt, squeezing her tits and the signals from my implant are doing the same to her psychologically ... it is a virtual fuck ... "

"Yes ... And this mutual superimposition is causing a new pattern to emerge .. this is something well beyond our current domain of knowledge ..."

"Is it the third eye that is opening out? Are we picking up patterns and signals from another dimension .. distorted, erroneous ... but signals nevertheless ..."

"Partho uncle ... that is precisely what I am suggesting ... Yes, yes we are picking up something quite different, something that no one has seen before ... "

"No one?", Partho smiled, "There have been others, Trisha ... there have been others ... but perhaps we can do it better this time ... Tara ... the time has come ..."

"For what, Partho babu ...?"

"It is time to test out our key ... to the doors of perception ..."

"I don't understand ..."

"Trisha is our key, she is the one who will have to open the doors of perception for us ..."

"She is doing it already .. she is the one who is doing all this analysis ..."

"Analysis is only to show the way .. she must now walk the path that she has shown ... It is time for us to place an implant in her ... and this will not be on her neck ... it will be between her eyebrows .. connected to the pineal gland ..."

"So what should we do?"

"Call up Tashi and ask him to fly down as soon as possible ... "

Through the Doors of Perception

Tashi had rushed down to Ghatsila and all four of them were sitting around the drawing room. 

"So what is the plan, Partho babu, will you explain the whole process to us ..."

"Trisha has identified the signals given off by the body when it is sexually stimulated ..."

"Yes, I know that ... and the signals are different for a man and a woman ..."

"Different, but similar ... and yet everyone leaves a slightly different signature ... like fingerprints or the pattern of veins in the eyeball .."

"But something happens when two signals are merged ..."

"Not merged, Tara, when the signals of one person are fed into the brains of his or her partner in the sex act..."

"That is what we is popularly referred to as the 'sexual chemistry' between two persons ..."

"True, but here we have experimental proof ... but that is not important ... what is more important is that when these signals interfere with each other ... a totally new signal pattern emerges ... something that was not evident earlier ..."

"What does this new signal mean ... Does it signify something ..."

"We do not know yet .. but for the first time it brings out a deeper, underlying signal pattern ... something that was there ... but not perceptible ... "

"Is this a reflection of something that is being seen through the third eye ..."

"I am almost sure of that ... but we must test it out"

"How?"

"Look, thanks to the plan that Mother had started rolling, Trisha has the most evolved third eye, among all of us ..."

"Yes, the moment of her conception, the diet of peepal fruits and leaves, the long periods of meditation ... she is the best primed to explore this new territory"

"So we will put an implant in her and then observe the patterns as we stimulate her to sexual orgasm ..."

"We have been doing this all through ... what is new?"

"Two things ... first the implant is not on the neck, but between her eyes ... so the patterns that we are looking for should be stronger and more discernible ... And the feedback will NOT be from her partner alone but from everyone else in the room ... This will be a collaborative effort by all of us ... to push her past the threshold ...it will be the union of not just two but of as many of us who are participating in this quest ... we will do a gate crash ... to use a crude analogy ..."

"When shall we do this ..."

"Soon ... but let us figure out an auspicious time ... and get cracking"

It was the last new moon before the autumnal festival of the Devi Durga ... traditionally celebrated in Bengal as the pitri-paksha, the fortnight of remembrance when the spirits of the ancestors are invoked. Tara had set up the yantra again that was used when Trisha had made her first attempt and little Trisha was conceived.

"Partho babu ... I hope that none of us have to cry again ...",Tara was scared. They still missed Trisha very badly.

"Don't worry, my dear ... do what you have to do and the consequences will take care of themselves"

Tashi had procured a far more sensitive implant and had taken Trisha to his labs at Bhopal to insert it in her skull ... Trisha came back with a long, vertical scar between her eyes. Her naturally beautiful eyebrows seemed to glow, grow and engulf this strange new object ... Tashi had also rigged up a complex control mechanism that would not only allow him to monitor the signal from each, but create various combinations of feedback ... between all the participants ... they were all ready.

Unlike last time, Tara had had the yantra created in pink and white marble, in the space between the two massive trees. They had then covered it with a carpet of blood red hibiscus petals. Partho had dug in a pair of huge wooden torches ...these would be lit up to provide light and a little distance away -- removed from the heat that would be generated from the fire of the torches -- Tashi had set up his equipment.

Then they all sat down and smoked cannabis for the next one hour ... All their eyes were now red and bloodshot. The time had come.

Partho sat down at the base of the yantra, while Tara took Trisha down for the ritual bath in the river.

"Mother ... I am so excited ... What will happen ...". Tara and Trisha were standing naked in the flowing water.

"Trisha .. you must not think of the consequences ... just let yourself go ... and remember ..no fake orgasms tonight ... you must well and truly feel the love of Partho babu ... deep, deep, deep inside you". Tara hugged Trish tightly and they both took a dip into the blood warm waters ...

"What if he fails to get and erection ... Partho babu has been having problems ... or if I cannot come along with him?" Tara was rubbing Trisha down ... tits, belly, crotch, legs ...

"Banish the thought ... completely ... Partho babu can and will succeed and so will you ... now lets get back". The two naked women, came out of the water and without drying themselves or putting on any clothes, they walked back to the yantra.

Partho babu was in deep meditation ... Tara led Trisha to the yantra and laid her down on the ground and spread her legs. Her cunt was open and inviting ... framed in her pubic hair. Then she walked back to Partho and gently touched him on his shoulder. Partho opened his eyes ... but they seemed to be searching for something far, far away ... Tara shivered ... As goosebumps appeared all over her naked back.

Tara signaled to Tashi that it was time to light the torches ... then he helped Partho up from the ground and loosened his dhoti ... It slipped down to reveal a limp prick and pair of wrinkled balls ... Tara knelt in front of him and leaned forward to touch them with her forehead ...then she took them in her hands and kissed them to life ... the prick was becoming erect ... 

Gently, very gently, she kneaded his balls and stroked his prick ... until it stood up and away from his belly, then she got up, went behind his back, stood on tiptoe and gently licked his neck and ears ... Partho's body quivered. 

Tara next took him by the hand and led him into the yantra .. right where Trisha was lying, stark naked, her wet body glistening in the red glow of the torches that Tashi had just lit.

"Come, my Shiva, come into me ..." Trisha whispered softly, very softly as Partho kneeled at her feet.

Partho's spread his arms, then raised them over his head ... "Mother Shakti ... give me, give me the ability to pleasure you, come to me oh my mother ... come, come ..." And leaned over to kiss the prostrate Trisha.

Tashi's recorders picked up the first signals ... both from Partho as well as from Trisha ... they were ON.

Trisha's were legs were spread wide apart ... Partho was kneeling between them and gently squeezing her tits ... her nipples ... He felt them hardening to his touch ... He leaned forward on her chest and started kissing her on her lips ... Trisha opened her mouth and sucked his tongue into her ... a low moan escaped her lips ... Tashi's recorder picked up a spike from Trisha ...

Partho's prick was now grinding into Trisha's cunt, warm and moist ... she was still pretty tight. He prodded harder .. she opened up slightly .. he was now pushing in ... Her body twisted as the first cramp of excitement rippled across her groin .. she wriggled under his weight ... but his prick was pushing harder and harder into her cunt. Suddenly he gave a grunt and thrust in hard ... Tashi's recorder picked up a big spike from Partho.

Partho had by now clenched her long hair in his fists and was smothering her with kisses ... Trisha was struggling under his body ... but she was pinned down ... from head to cunt ... Partho was pumping harder and harder ...

Tashi's recorder was now picking up signals from not only Trisha and Partho but also from Tara and from himself as well ... The live erotic show that they were seeing in the ruddy glow of the firelight was enough to send any one into the highest state of sexual excitement ...

Suddenly Tashi set the feedback circuit on ... Trisha's signals were now flowing in to Partho and vice versa -- the effect was electric .. Trisha gave a scream and almost leapt of the floor ... Partho grabbed her by her hair and thumped down, harder and harder ... Trisha was moaning in ecstasy ...

Tashi was scanning the patterns, setting up various signal filters and rapidly switching from screen to screen. Yes the new patterns were emerging ... emerging from both ... but far more strongly from Trisha ...