Nothing much happened thereafter as we started our journey back to home from Waltair that very evening. Neither Manohar Uncle nor Rajesh was unable to get the least hint of what happened during our morning bath. Coming back to where I was presently, I felt like standing almost in a similar situation - the only changes being Sunita Bhabie was replaced by me and Ritesh was replaced by Guru-ji! The bathtub was a closed area and standing there with a male with milk covering the floor of the tub was making me rather uneasy, probably more so because the thoughts of Bhabie and Ritesh were still playing vividly on my mind.

I looked at Guru-ji. He was the same calm towering personality with his huge stature depicting as if eternal serenity. Since I had spent significant time with him, though the fear in me was gone, but still I always remained coiled in a shell in front of him.

Guru-ji: Close your eyes Beti and pray to Linga Maharaj so that your “snan” is successful and you are absolutely pure before the “Yoni Puja”. .

Me: Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Also close your eyes and do not open them till this milk covers you till your thighs…. till this area you know….

Saying that he gently touched my naked smooth right thigh pointing a spot. His fingers were warm and unknowingly my whole body trembled for a second. Guru-ji prolonged his touch on my bare thigh as he gave some additional direction.

Guru-ji: Anita, this time keep your hands above your head for the prayer…

Me: O… okay Guru-ji.

He removed his hand off my naked leg and I followed in toto. I closed my eyes and folded my arms and raised them above my head. I could realize my strapless bra getting tighter on my globes inside my choli giving me a giggly feeling. The water level was also rising now covering half of my legs. With my eyes closed, I could sense Guru-ji getting to my backside and a mild brush of his hand on my skirt-covered hips confirmed that. I could hear Guru-ji chanting some Sanskrit mantras right behind me while I continued to pray to Linga Maharaj regarding my purity through this bath.

Within a minute I could feel that the milk level was crossing my knees and my thighs were getting soaked. I was getting very conscious as the level was rising and approaching that area. Since my thighs always remain covered by the sari, I was having an eerie feel as I felt milk was gushing up in that part of my body. I waited patiently to open my eyes till the milk reached the spot, which Guru-ji had indicated on my thigh.

Guru-ji: Has it reached the spot that I…

Me: Yes, Guru-ji. IO was about to tell you.

He looked at my naked legs half covered now with milk.

Guru-ji: Great!

He indicated through his hand to Sanjeev to stop the milk flow into the tub and Sanjeev also readily stopped the motor.

Guru-ji: Anita, now that you are bearing Chandrama’s sacred power in your body parts encased in those tags, you must cleanse your body for the ultimate goal. I will act as the medium to help you in this purification process, as you have seen in my other approaches also.

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: I will chant this mantra and you also need to chant this simultaneously with me throughout the cleansing process. Okay?

I nodded in agreement.

Guru-ji: Before going into the mantra, let me warn you that you are not allowed to speak anything in between till the Doodh Sarovar Snan is over. As the medium I will help you to get purified. I will also help you gain full strength and potential in all your sex organs that you have attained through Chandrama by releasing the tags.

I was till such time looking at his eyes while he was talking to me, but now listening to the last few words automatically my eyes got lowered in natural shame. Several questions started to cripple my mind, as the tags were located on my thighs and navel, boobs and buttocks, and one was there on my pussy!
-How will Guru-ji take off the tags?
-Will he insert his hand inside my blouse to get the tags off my nipples?!?
-Will Guru-ji lift my skirt from the backside to get the tags off my ass cheeks?!?
-Will Guru-ji pull down my panty and see my pussy to get the tag out of it?!?

I got a spin in my head. I looked helplessly and blankly at this Godman. Guru-ji looked composed as ever.

Guru-ji: I know Anita what’s going on in your mind!

Me: No… err… I mean…

I quickly lowered my face again to hide my shame. My face was all red and I blushed feverishly.

Guru-ji: I know Beti… its natural. You being a female and more so a married lady.

Me: Err… actually yes Gu… Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: What did I say Anita? “I will help you”… I never said I will take off the tags from your body, but as a medium my effort will be restricted in aiding you accomplishing the full potency for “Yoni Puja”. Don’t worry about that at all; I will explain from time to time what to do; you just concentrate on the mantra that I give you now.

Me: Ye… yes Guru-ji.

I was feeling much relieved hearing that and I noticed he indicated Sanjeev to restart the motor and within seconds milk started to flow inside the tub again. I noted that this time the ripples were quite forceful inside the tub and I had some difficulty to maintain my balance as the milk kept gushing out in full flow into the bathtub.

Me: Ouch! Uuuuu….

That reaction came out naturally off my mouth as milk had already entered inside my skirt!

Me: Err… sorry Guru-ji!

Guru-ji: What happened Beti?

It was rather difficult for me to explain why I exclaimed. I wondered what to say.

Guru-ji: What happened?

As he repeated his question, I had to reply something. More so, as he asks with such authority that there is hardly a way to avoid him.

Me: Actually… actually the level had risen quite significantly err… that’s why… Aaaoooo…

I could not hide my expressions as the gushing milk soaked my panty completely and I felt the lukewarm milk covering my pussy and ass.

Guru-ji: What happened now?

He was smiling and I knew that I was caught. The milk level was gradually approaching my waist now!

Guru-ji: So you got scared feeling the milk below your skirt? Ha ha ha…

Guru-ji’s laugh reverberated in the small tub and I nodded shyly not raising my head in shame.

Guru-ji indicated Sanjeev to stop the motor. It was a rather tricky situation for me as the fluid level was covering me halfway about my ass - half of my buttocks were above the milk in the tub. Moreover, as I was wearing a very short skirt, I found myself in a fiddly state. Due to the ripples inside the tub, naturally my miniskirt started to float making my butt cheeks and frontals exposed time and again. I tried to keep the skirt intact on my legs with my hands, but failed to do so properly. I looked outside for a second and noted that both Sanjeev and Uday were enjoying the scene with my skirt floating in water exposing my panty.

Guru-ji: Beti, I am starting the mantra! Please concentrate here. I will give you instructions in between, but as I warned you earlier, do not speak anything other than the mantra, no questions, nothing; otherwise you will face the wrath of Chandrama! Okay?

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Jia Linga Maharaj!

Instantly I was fully alert to grasp the mantra with my hands folded in front of my bosom. I closed and my eyes and tried to concentrate ignoring about my skirt. Guru-ji began to chant the mantra standing behind me.

Guru-ji: Om Mani Padme Hum… Om Mani Padme Hum… Om Mani Padme Hum…

I repeated.

Me: Om Mani Padme Hum… Om Mani Padme Hum… Om Mani Padme Hum…

Guru-ji: Anita, you just stick to this mantra…

Saying that he continued to chant other mantras loudly and his voice resounded on the tub walls building up a meditation ambiance. I did not know how the milk inside the tub was constantly undulating, which was giving me some imbalance. I somehow kept my mind focussed on the mantra and paid no attention to my skirt condition as it was floating very awkwardly exposing my panty-covered big ass. The hymning of the mantra went on for a couple of minutes after which Guru-ji talked, but I continued on repeating the mantra.

Guru-ji: Beti, you just carry on with the mantra and don’t stop. Now to empower yourself with the fullest celestial power, you need to transfer the tags off your body to your medium.

Guru-ji looked at my almond eyes and paused for a second.

Guru-ji: Beti, let me explain so that it’s easier for you to grasp. Do not think those tags as just pieces of papers – they are divine and specially mantra-chanted and worked upon with through yagya. Now that you have Chandrama’s power, you need to transfer those tags to your medium and in turn the medium will dedicate them to Linga Maharaj. Remember, each tag change has to undergo within the purifying medium.

Guru-ji held my shoulders from behind very casually while talking.

Guru-ji: I am your medium and hence you need to transfer them to me. Your mind should only concentrate on the mantra while your body will follow my instructions. Just relax and do as I say. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Me: Om Mani Padme Hum… Om Mani Padme Hum… Om Mani Padme Hum…

Guru-ji: Since your legs are fully covered with water, I shall start with your thigh-tags. You take off the tag off your skin, turn towards me and put it on my thigh. One tag at a time. Okay? I will guide you to paste it on the right place. Jai Linga Maharaj!

I extended my hands down to peel off my thigh-tag and as I did that naturally my gaand protruded out and Gosh! Guru-ji was standing right behind me and I clearly felt a hard rod on my smooth rear globe, which was nothing but Guru-ji’s erect lund inside his dhoti! I quickly tried to reposition, but I could feel a clear thump on my butts, as Guru-ji’s lund poked my buttocks!

Guru-ji: Oh! It’s very difficult to stand still here. Anyway, have you picked it up Beti?

I turned towards Guru-ji with the tag in my hand. He held my hand and guided me towards his left thigh. Our hands were under the milk and his grip was so firm on my hand. He raised his dhoti almost to his waist and steered my hand on his thigh. I felt his warm hairy thigh. I was waiting for him to say to stick the tag there, but to my utter disbelief he made me feel his thigh with my hand! What was he doing? If this is what I have to do on his thigh, what about my pussy tag! Oh my God!

Guru-ji: Beti, please don’t mind… as I need to pick the right spot before I ask you to paste the tag. Yeh! Here… paste it here.

I pasted the tag and was relieved. Same thing happened while sticking my right thigh-tag onto his body. I felt so embarrassed as he made me feel his entire naked right thigh!

Guru-ji: Om Mani Padme Hum… Jai Linga Maharaj!

Me: Om Mani Padme Hum… Om Mani Padme Hum… Om Mani Padme Hum…

I was relentlessly chanting the mantra that he had given me.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev start the motor… Now, Beti, the tags on your hips.

Milk again started pouring into the bathtub in full flow through the pipeline. I swallowed a breath, as I knew it would be highly discomfiting.

Guru-ji: We will wait just a minute before the milk entirely covers your…

I was so thankful to him that he did not use the word “gaand”. While transferring the thigh-tags I had faced Guru-ji and I was still standing like that with my big boobs looking like two searchlights pointing towards this Godman. Guru-ji now held my shoulders and back and made me turn away from him. He was standing very close to me and my whole body brushed his tall 6’ stature. My whole body trembled as the milk level had risen almost to my navel now.

Guru-ji: Now, it’s okay. Take off the tags, one by one.

I took my hand to my back. Thank God! The lower part of my body was under the fluid level, which in fact made me much less shy to complete this act. My small skirt had already coiled up near my waist and my whole ass and my pussy were totally exposed under the milk except for my tiny soaked panty. Guru-ji must have been watching me as I guided my hand on my ass, as he was right behind me. How very shameful! I quickly inserted my fingers inside my panty and took out the tag and turned to face him.

Guru-ji: Good!

Saying that he grabbed my hand and guided it towards his buttocks! Since I had to reach Guru-ji’s hip region, I had to virtually compromise to a hugging posture and my big, tight breasts naturally got pressed on his body. I tried to maintain a decent posture, but the ripples created inside the tub due to the milk gushing in and Guru-ji holding my hand made me lopsided and my entire body weight was on his body, not to mention that my round sizable boobs pressed and rubbed on his chest for a few seconds.

Guru-ji: Beti, just a second, till I get the right spot.

He made my hand go inside his dhoti and traveled on his naked gaand. I closed my eyes as I was chattering the mantra and felt incredibly shy. He was an elderly man, almost like my father, and my fingers were traversing on his naked hips – I couldn’t believe that I was doing such a brazen thing!

Guru-ji: Now the other one Beti…

Milk had now covered me almost till my breasts and I was really finding it difficult to stand properly and what happened in the next couple of minutes turned my face literally red till my ears!

I quickly got out the other tag from my bottoms and as Guru-ji held my hand with his right hand and dragged me gently towards him, I lost my balance and almost slipped. Guru-ji held me in the nick of time and embraced me with his left hand. I also grabbed his waist for support and in the process I was so close to him that my both boobs got fully pressed on his body. I did not know how I was still babbling on the mantra as I clearly felt that he dragged me more close to his body so that my rubber-tight mammaries kept tightly pressed on his chest. He guided my hand towards his hips and my face buried in his shoulder/upper chest due to the fluid pressure inside this smallish tub.

Guru-ji: Let me hold your waist, otherwise you might slip…

He was making my hand feel every bit of his naked ass cheek and I even felt for a second his ass crack! His right hand was holding on to my hand while his left hand, which was initially on my back, now slid straight onto my buttocks. I did not know in which dictionary “the area he was holding to” is called “waist”!

My skirt was already up and floating in the milk around my waist and Guru-ji directly touched me on my ass. I could feel his fingers feeling and tracing my wet panty and then placed his full palm on my wide right ass cheek! His right hand was guiding my hand over his own gaand and his left hand was feeling the tightness of my gaand!

I gasped for air as I still continued with the mantra. His body had a very strange aroma, which was making me weaker and as a result my firm and upturned tits were getting pushed more onto his chest. I could feel my nipples growing hard within my soaked blouse.

Guru-ji: Okay, paste it here.

At last he ordered and I was able to somewhat ease out.

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Sanjeev, stop the flow.

Now I was standing in the tub with milk rippling near bust line. My blouse was completely soaked along with my strapless bra inside. Thank God! The tow males outside could not see me in this state as milk was comfortably covering me.

Guru-ji: Now your breast-tags Beti.

I inserted my fingers within my blouse in front of Guru-ji as I prattled the mantra. It was a rather difficult task though I managed to get the tags off my nipples in the sexiest way possible with Guru-ji watching me constantly. I was still unable to stand properly on the tub floor as the ripples were continuously created within it. Guru-ji held me by my waist with one hand while his other hand guided me to stick the tags on his nipples.

Guru-ji: Now the last one… the most important one also!

He indicated my pussy-tag and instantly my face was red in natural shame. My throat was getting drier, not only for constantly gibbering this mantra, but also in anxiousness. I took both my hands to my panty and stretching the waistband of my panty with one hand I inserted my other hand inside it and took out the tag.

Guru-ji: Hmm… Sanjeev start the motor.

I was rather shocked to hear this command from Guru-ji because already the milk level was significantly high covering till my bosom and if further fluid gets in I will be submerged! But there was no way that I could question him due to his prior warning. This time I noticed that the milk was filling the tub in double volume and within the wink of an eye, my shoulders were almost covered. Guru-ji being a tall man was still comfortably standing.

What happened in the next few minutes was no less than what I saw of Sunita Bhabie while bathing in the Waltair sea!

Guru-ji: Give your hand Anita.

As the milk was still rising and the ripples created thus were more forceful I had to take help of Guru-ji to stand properly. I myself held his body and stood very close to him. He held my right hand, which was holding my pussy-tag, and took it down towards his crotch! With his other hand he embraced me and this time the embrace was so natural and compelling that I could not but accept it. I touched his lund, yes, his naked lund, which was dangling in milk outside his dhoti, and he made me feel the whole length of huge thick cock. He had embraced me tightly now to his body and my boobs were pressing fully on his flat chest. Automatically my body also bent towards him though I had closed my eyes in shame, excitement, and anxiousness.

Guru-ji was making me feel every inch of his naked lund inside the milk cover and honestly I really enjoyed touching such a well-nourished cock! I was much astonished to see the stiffness of his cock considering his elderly age. It was very firm and upright and its length would more than impress any married woman.

Ignoring his guidance I myself gripped Guru-ji’s ‘khada lund’ it in my own way to feel it completely. Naturally I was pressing more onto his body and Guru-ji was an experienced man and realizing that I had somewhat succumbed to this action, he quickly changed his posture. Guru-ji stepped back one step and leant onto the bathtub wall and gently pulled me towards him. I was more than eager to get close to him and his right hand steered me again on his thick erect cock, but his left hand was no longer on my back, but he placed it to my right side just below my ribcage!

Guru-ji was virtually making me stroke his cock and as soon as I embraced him tightly with my free hand in excitement, I felt his hand, which was just below my ribcage now progressing towards my twin globes. Though he behaved as if he was trying to provide me support by holding me, but within seconds I felt his palm on my right breast. Guru-ji practically was supporting my bent body by grabbing my mammary!

The minute I felt a grab on my breast, automatically my grip on his lund tightened and my pussy was getting wet also. I was trembling in excitement though I still was whispering the mantra! Guru-ji now pushed my hand down to his balls and I went completely out of my head and started caressing his balls! My face was buried on his upper chest and I was rubbing my wet lips there. Guru-ji could well realize that I was pretty much excited sexually and he was taking control on me.

Everything was going on in that ‘milky’ environment with Sanjeev and Uday watching us from outside!

Guru-ji: Anita… Beti… Hey, Anita! Paste that tag on my lund…. here!

I was as if hypnotized and followed his instruction, but still was holding onto his proud masculinity. I saw him raise his hand once above his head and suddenly there was an eerie sound! I looked up in astonishment, but Guru-ji calmed me.

Guru-ji: Don’t worry about that Anita, just continue with the mantra in your mind. It must not stop at any cost. This is a test for you. If you stop, the vengeance of Chandrama will be on you then and you will not be able to achieve your goal.

Hearing that I tried to recompose myself, but I was so very excited inside that I was longing for more. Interestingly, as Guru-ji spoke his left hand was still feeling my boob flesh and his long stiff dick was almost poking my crotch!

I could realize that milk had stopped gushing into the tub now, but surely something was getting in as the milk inside the tub started to turmoil. As I result, I was submerged till my neck and had Guru-ji not been holding me, I surely would have slipped in this fluid undulation. I did not know what was happening, but the milk got very much turbulent inside the tub with that eerie noise and I had a rather tough time to keep my head above the milk. I started nodding my head violently indicating it was impossible to continue like that with milk entering my nose, mouth, and ears.

Guru-ji: Om Mani Padme Hum… I will take care of you Beti so that you can continue with the mantra.

Then what Guru-ji did was so unexpected and awkward that I was left speechless and astounded. Guru-ji being a tall man was not having any trouble with the milk gushing up and he just effortlessly lifted me up so that I do not feel milk on my face!

Guru-ji: Beti, don’t feel ashamed. I am your medium and I must ensure that you complete each step of this “Doodh Sarovar Snan” successfully. You navel tag is still left and then to complete your purification you need to dip six times in his holy milk. Jai Linga Maharaj!

It was a bit too much of a compromising situation for me. I was practically sitting on his hands in my lifted posture and my legs were encircling his waist. I was very much aware that my miniskirt was virtually nonexistent now and Guru-ji was directly feeling my wet panty-covered ass flesh on his muscular arms. His face was inches away from my toppling breasts and my choli being fully wet had slid down considerably and I was displaying almost down to my nipples shamelessly.

Guru-ji: Peel off the tag from your navel and paste it on mine.

I followed his instruction while being in my lifted position. It felt so awkward to be like that hanging in the lap of an elderly person, myself being a matured married woman. I did stick to my task of whispering the mantra in my mind, but was definitely getting weak by the minute. Though I knew I should not think in this way, but surely Guru-ji must have been enjoying every bit of it lifting up a plump woman like me that too in complete wet condition. Afterall he was also a human! I looked down at his face to see his reaction, but he was as calm and composed as ever!

Guru-ji: Anita, now the last part. The final purification. Don’t worry about this turmoil in the milk, I am here and I will help you to take the dips so that your snan is perfect and complete.

I was much relieved as Guru-ji dropped me partially off his arms towards the floor, but did not release me fully of his embrace and now just my head and neck were out of the milk. My legs did hang in the air (actually in the milk), as he gripped me close to his body, but unfortunately my condition was more miserable, as Guru-ji was in fact hugging me by grabbing my ass with his hands and holding me so that I remain in a somewhat raised condition too! I was very much aware of his fingers digging into my panty and tight ass flesh. I had to hold his shoulders to keep balance and now my tits were constantly brushing his face.

Guru-ji: Do continue the mantra Beti…

My mind was going very wayward in this erotic posture. Guru-ji dipped my head gently into the milk while I was in that embraced state. I could feel Guru-ji palms gripping my buttocks very firmly and simultaneously he was making me press my boobs more onto his flat chest as I took the first dip. His face was almost touching my face and I was unable to control myself anymore. My heart was beating like a drum as I was getting a full frontal hug from Guru-ji as I completed the first dip.

My whole body from head to toes was now wet with milk. The whole setting was so sensuous and provoking that my mind simply stopped working. Honestly, till such time I was responding to Guru-ji’s touches, but in a somewhat controlled manner, but this time I shed all of my self-consciousness and hugged Guru-ji equally tight. It was as if I was hugging my husband and I closed my eyes to take the full ‘masti’ out of this “Doodh Sarovar snan”!

Guru-ji being an experienced campaigner easily realized my sexually charged up condition; instead of coiling up within myself due to such lewd closeness to an unknown adult male, I was actually exhibiting clear predilection to this action! Any other male would surely end up fucking me in that milk tub, but Guru-ji was truly a man made of different steel!

If any other normal man would get a fully developed woman, moreover married, wearing this sort of a tiny skirt and choli, fully submerged in milk, what would he wait for? One delicate snatch would tear off my choli – it was so sopping wet and my skirt had been floating around my waist for a long time now – so there was practically no cover underneath also on my starving choot except for my near nonexistent wet panty!

Guru-ji’s face surprisingly was portraying the same embodiment of calmness and patience though his hands were taking full measures of my big round gaand. He could have easily slipped his fingers inside my panty or in fact pull it down as well since I had completely surrendered to him. I was already much enthralled feeling his cock’s strength and thickness and now when I was intimately hugged by him for dipping my head into the milk, I felt like as if he was my dream man of whom I used to fantasize before my marriage! His big statue, well built body, his arm strength, his broad hairy chest, his firm grips, his body odor, everything seemed s-o-o-o inviting. Moreover, this locale was so inciting and rousing that I was bound to think in that way only!

Guru-ji completed the six dips that I needed for my purification and all along I remained glued to his manly body. He must have enjoyed the weight of my heavy breasts on his chest throughout and honestly during the last two dips I was so stimulated that I was licking and biting his neck and shoulder as I felt his cock pressing on my panty when he was dipping my head in the milk.

Finally Guru-ji broke the silence. I did not notice that the eerie noise had stopped and the milk also had ceased to be turbulent any more. He now descended me to the bathtub floor, but I had to raise my neck so that my mouth remained above the milk.

Guru-ji: Well done Anita! You have successfully completed the snan. You can stop the mantra now. Jai Chandrama! Jai Linga Maharaj! Jai ho!

I was in no position to stand properly as my whole body was too much sexually stimulated. I could clearly feel drops of honey leaking out of my pussy and it itched vigorously to get inside a manly tool. I somehow managed to hold Guru-ji’s hands and stand properly. As I breathed heavy, I tried to reorganize myself, but my body seemed not in my control any more! I already got almost mad by his touches on my intimate body parts and naturally now the urge was clearly from my side to get physical.

Guru-ji: Anita… Beti, do you feel better like this?

Guru-ji did not even complete the sentence as I realized Guru-ji’s stout hands came up to my breasts and directly grabbed them inside the milk cover! I was naturally overjoyed by this action in my already stimulated state and embraced him shyly. Guru-ji felt my boobs unhindered from the front with his hands and massaged them copiously. Then he pulled me close to his body and hugged me. He embraced me with one hand and his other hand went inside my skirt straightaway. My face turned red as he touched my panty front directly on my c-h-o-o-t! I realized Guru-ji was inserting his finger inside my pussy through my panty! I did not know how to react but was thrilled so much by the whole action that my whole body was covered with goosebump.

Guru-ji: Anita, surely this will make you feel better.

Saying that Guru-ji started finger fucking me and as if my pussy’s floodgate was open! My whole body jerked and I embraced Guru-ji very tightly. My big juicy boobs were pressing very tightly on his chest as I embraced him.

Me: Uuuuuuuuuu… Ooooooooo…. Oiiiiiiiiiiiii…. Maaaaaaaaaaaa…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

This went on for a few seconds till I started discharging. I continue to tremble in excitement though Guru-ji looked rock solid.

Guru-ji: Anita… Anita… Calm down. Behave yourself!

Me: I can’t Guru-ji… I can’t. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu…. I want to ….

Guru-ji: Anita, you are on a holy mission. Do not spoil it by your emotions. Okay, if you feel comfortable this way, let me do it a little longer.

He fucked my choot with his finger feeling my vaginal walls and simultaneously supporting me with his other hand scanning my whole back and time and again sturdily cupping my butt cheeks over my panty. I was moaning and desperately biting his broad shoulder and scratching his whole naked back with my fingers.

Guru-ji: Beti! Pacify… Pacify yourself!

Guru-ji stopped his finger fucking after a minute and I continued to writhe in his arms. He waited for another minute probably and also gave me some time to enjoy the togetherness.

Guru-ji: Anita, don’t forget, you have come here for a purpose.

Me: Uhh…. Uiiiiiii Ummmmm! I can’t control myself Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Okay, I will let you a few more minutes till you complete an orgasm.

Saying that he somewhat forcefully detached himself from my body though I was trying my best to cling to him. Surprisingly he behaved in a very calm and composed manner though I could feel he had a fully erect dick under his dhoti getting intimate touches of my matured female body. Guru-ji positioned himself slightly differently so that I was not directly in front of him, but to his side. I closed my eyes as I was feeling hot juice was coming out of my choot and I was literally shaking in extreme exhilaration.

Just then I felt Guru-ji’s palms on my mammaries and he openly and very directly started massaging my tight round tits effortlessly over my blouse.

Guru-ji: Beti, I know its very difficult for any woman to ignore her sexual feelings at this stage, but you have to do that.

While talking to me Guru-ji with his hands was thoroughly feeling my firm globes, which were now almost fully out of my scanty choli. I could feel his fingers crawling on every inch of my big breasts.

Guru-ji: Hold me tight, but Anita also try to have control on your mind. Okay?

I was in fact for the first time trying to control myself now after I have had some adequate discharge. I was trying to think of Rajesh, but frankly my husband was getting overshadowed in my mind by Guru-ji’s very lively physical presence.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev… Sanjeev, we are almost done.

When he called Sanjeev even, he was still pressing and cupping my boobs and as my boobs again got directly pressed like that, my eyes automatically got closed in contentment and I began to take heavier breaths while I pushed my mammaries shamelessly more into his palms.

Me: Ouuuuuuu….Eiiiiiiiiiiiii……..

I was shocked to see what Guru-ji was up to! On one hand he was calling his disciple and now had almost inserted his hand inside my blouse. Being a tall man that he was easy, it was quite easy for him to push his hand through into my creamy flesh from a higher angle. Now he was eager feeling my upper breast area and the bulge my boobs were creating due to the presence of my bra. He traced my cleavage with one hand and also felt my cheeks! I was again staring to lose control at this sudden erotic behavior by Guru-ji. What he was advising me moments ago and what he was doing now were totally contradictory!

I again tried to embrace him and was feverishly biting his chest and shoulder area and rubbing my face on his hairy chest. I could hear Sanjeev knocking at the bathtub door though I was in no position to face him.

Guru-ji: Wait a minute Sanjeev.

He said loudly and then lowered his voice and whispered in my ears.

Guru-ji: Beti…. Anita! Now that you are absolutely purified, our duty becomes to thank Chandrama and Linga Maharaj.

Me: Guru-ji… I…

My condition was pathetic. I tried my best to reorganize myself.

Guru-ji: See, this water will take off all the stickiness of milk from our bodies.

I opened my eyes and was surprised that there was virtually no milk any more within the tub and clear water had replaced it! I was so engrossed in my encounter with Guru-ji that I did not realize it at all! Clear water was gushing in through another slit and in no time I was cleaned of milk and the stickiness!

Guru-ji: You just stay still and do as I direct.

Guru-ji went to my backside and then made me fold my arms in front of my bosom while he immediately poked his enormous manhood into my firm round ass. He pressed me from behind in such a way that my full gaand pressed on his crotch and his face was touching my face and shoulder. He positioned his arms in the form of prayer below my hands and placed his arms skillfully through my armpits. It was an awful posture and of course very much compromising for any woman, but at that moment I was too much euphoric to think about those!

Though Guru-ji murmured some mantra, I was only interested in his hands, which expectedly came over my fully developed mammaries and pressed them adequately from the sides with a simultaneous poke on my large gaand with his “khada lund”. Slowly I felt his fingers crawling off my hands, which were held in the form for a prayer and were retracting to rest on my boobs! As Guru-ji was embracing me from my back and his arms were passing below my armpits, he was of course in a very advantageous position to exploit me more. As he whispered the mantra, I felt he was again cupping my boobs and nudging my taut flesh with both hands. Till such time I was trying to hide my emotions, but this time I was knocked out.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Orrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Uiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

I had to push my arms a bit, as I felt Guru-ji trying to move up my boobs and I realized he had plans to insert his fingers once again into my choli! My wet choli and bra were virtually nonexistent and within the wink of an eye Guru-ji’s fingers could explore directly to my nipples! For the first time Guru-ji skin-touched my nipples inside by blouse and my condition was just “Oooooh Laaaa laaaa!”

Automatically I was pretty much charged up and was protruding my large enough ass hard on his erect dick. I could feel some little humps also from Guru-ji to make things more exciting for me! He held both my nipples and twisted and pinched them gently, which made me go absolutely wild. I could feel Guru-ji was pushing more of his palms into my choli and I doubted his hand pressure would tore off my choli! I could clearly realize that he was pushing up my wet bra off my boobs to feel my naked “doodh” in a better way.

My eyes were closed; my nipples rock hard; my pussy was leaking like anything and my whole body was jerking in sexual jubilation. It seemed I was in a dream state being thoroughly groped and felt by Guru-ji in this special bathtub when suddenly there was an interruption! I heard Sanjeev calling loudly and trying to say something to Guru-ji!

Oh no! What a reckless end to this wonderful buildup!

Guru-ji quickly got out his hands off my choli and looked outside. I also was somewhat alerted though still in a “comma-state”. I noticed that the tub was now completely empty! No water! No milk! I did not even notice when the water was driven out of it! My whole body was expectedly sopping wet and naturally my wet clothes were just not enough to salvage my dignity.

Guru-ji: Yes… yes, what’s it Sanjeev?

Sanjeev: Guru-ji, I notice clouds are covering up the moon. We will have difficulty then performing the Yoni Puja.

Guru-ji: Oh no! I did not notice that. We must hurry up! Thanks for making me aware.

How could he notice? He was so absorbed with my inviting 27-year-old “jawani”!

Guru-ji: Beti, you are half way through and we must have the moon at the end of the yagya. But if rains come, things will be difficult for you only! So, let’s hurry up and go for the Yoni Puja.

Honestly at that moment I was not at all in any frame of mind to think about the moon or the Maha-yagya, but was only keen to get physical. But to my absolute amazement, Guru-ji was preparing to leave me and was about to get out of the bathtub!

How can a normal man do this? I clearly felt his rock-hard lund on my body many times during the snan and the way he cupped and pressed my boobs clearly signified that he was also sexually stimulated! But… But he just left me so nonchalantly…. knowing very well that I would not have objected even if he had striped and fucked me right inside the bathtub! Am I not attractive enough to gather Guru-ji’s full attention? My mind was wandering in blind lanes as I saw that six feet tall structure getting out of the tub!

Me: Guru-ji… p-l-e-a-s-e…

I moaned softly; Guru-ji looked back once at my eyes and gave me a strong stare with crooked eyebrows and got out of the tub.

I looked on as I noticed he said something to Uday and Sanjeev. They nodded. Then Uday handed him over a fresh dhoti and to my complete disbelief Guru-ji simply opened his wet dhoti in front of us all to wear the dry one. I had never seen a man changing his clothes like this! He was completely naked with his thick lund hanging like a big ripe banana in the air! Guru-ji stroked his naked erect cock with his right hand, looked up at me once, and then wrapped the dhoti quickly at his waist. He could have easily used a towel, but he did the whole thing so casually that it seemed there was no one there!

Sanjeev: Madam, come down.

I was still visualizing Guru-ji’s mega-size lund in my mind.

Sanjeev: Madam, come down.

Though I was fully steamed and geared up for a fuck and badly needed some tight meat in my choot, I had to respond to Sanjeev’s call. I slowly stepped out of the tub. The grass was wet due to the nighttime dewdrops. It felt so good under my bare feet. But suddenly as I noticed the long hungry stares of both the males standing in front of me made me aware that I was heavily exposed in my scanty wet outfit.

When I glanced down I saw my strapless bra could be seen out of my choli as Guru-ji had dislodged it while caressing it and I had to shamelessly put it in place facing the two males. I somehow pushed my firm boobs into the cups of the brassiere from outside and adjusted the choli to look decent to some extent. I soon realized that my wet skirt had coiled up over my buttocks and my panty was totally exposed from behind! I briskly restored that to cover my butts fully.

Uday: I will make a move Madam, as I need to get things arranged for your Yoni Puja. Nirmal should be coming any moment to accompany you and Sanjeev.

Uday left the place and I stood alone with Sanjeev in the open. I noted that the moon was hidden by thick black clouds. A rain was probably on the cards as a cold breeze was also blowing.

Sanjeev: Madam, will you change here or go to the room?

Me: What?

Sanjeev: I mean…

Nirmal: Madam, how are you? How was your snan Madam?

The “one and only” dwarf had arrived! And his unnecessary use of “Madam” before and after every sentence he spoke irritated me the most at that time. My boobs were rather taut under my wet bra and blouse with my pussy dripping adequately in my panty. I was in no position to talk, especially to a matured male! I noticed he was ogling at my exposed body and seemed as if would eat me up with his greedy eyes.

Me: Snan was o… okay. How are you?

Sanjeev: Madam, will you change here?

Sanjeev repeated his question.

Me: Here… in the open?!?

Sanjeev: Don’t shy from us Madam. We are all disciples of Linga Maharaj now.

Me: But…

Sanjeev: Did you not see Guru-ji change in front of us?

Me: Ye… yes, but…. (How can I forget that? His Maha-lund! Ufff! Awesome meat!)

Nirmal: Most women after this snan change here only Madam because if you go the room you will have to undergo certain rituals again.

Sanjeev: Nirmal is right Madam. The directive is to go to the Yoni Puja directly from Doodh Sarovar Snan. If you go to a room for changing or for using conveniences, you will have to undergo the “Sodhan Parva”.

Honestly I was in no mood to undergo anything further and was least interested to know what that “Sodhan Parva” was.

Me: No, no. I don’t want to get into anything more right now.

Sanjeev: Wise decision Madam.

Nirmal: Madam, you should not stay any longer in these wet clothes; you better get out of them quickly. You are not accustomed to the village cold.

Sanjeev: Right. Right. Madam, take this towel and cover yourself and get rid of your wet clothes.

Me: But… but I need to…

Sanjeev: You want to go to toilet once… right?

Me: Yes, yes… but how did…

Sanjeev: How did I know? Madam, I have attended so many Doodh Sarovar snan sessions… ha ha ha… I know very well what you women need after the snan.

He smiled wickedly looking at me and felt so very exposed in front of him.

Nirmal: Madam, first change your dress. Don’t stand any more wearing those wet things.

Nirmal seemed too much eager to see me change my dress in front of him. I looked around timidly for a proper cover, but none was there.

Sanjeev: Madam, don’t feel shy… I am telling you.

I thought it was useless to waste any more time on that and turned away from them and placed the towel on my chest are and took my hands below it to unhook my blouse. Both males were standing right behind me and they must have been feasting on my completely bare back as I got rid of my brassiere too.

I was wondering where to keep my wet bra and choli and Nirmal was ready to help!

Nirmal: Give those to me Madam.

As I handed over my wet upper garments to Nirmal he was very much aware that I was standing topless with just a towel cover on my big tight boobs. Just then a mild breeze started to swipe and my nipples got very much hardened getting its feel. I was feeling so tight on my boobs that I took my hands once again under the towel cover to squeeze my assets once to breathe easy. Then I quickly dried off neck, shoulder, and tits saving my dignity as much as possible.

Sanjeev: Here is the fresh set Madam.

Saying that he handed me my brassiere. I took that without turning my body and quickly got into it and felt much comforted. Then as I just completed wearing my choli, Nirmal was there with his trademark comment again!

Nirmal: Madam, you can turn towards us… It is very odd to stand like this. He he….

I was so irritated as I was still trying hard to pull up the neck of the choli to cover my amply exhibited cleavage.

Me: I am not done yet.

I said strongly as I pulled off the towel from my tits and wrapped it around my waist.

Nirmal: O… okay Madam. As you wish.

Sanjeev: Madam, what to give first? The skirt or the panty?

The question was so offensive and spoken so reluctantly that my ears got red instantly. I was also confused for the moment as I was not at all habituated wearing skirts.

Me: I mean… the skirt of course… no… err give my the pan… I mean…

Sanjeev: Ha ha… you seem o be confused Madam. Do one thing - open both your skirt and panty and then wear one by one.

Nirmal: Ha ha ha…

My whole face turned red in shame and I felt so irritated and humiliated being a married female standing like that in front of two adult males.

Me: Give the skirt…

Sanjeev readily handed me the skirt and I opened the knot of my towel at my waist and unfastened the hook of my skirt and had to wriggle my ass significantly to get it to my feet as it was sopping wet and sticking to my body. It must be a pretty energetic show to those males as I waggled my big gaand under the towel to drop down the skirt to my feet. I only knew how difficult it was to wear a panty while two men were breathing at my neck! I sighed a relief when I was fully dressed (fully!) and started wiping my thighs dry with the towel.

Nirmal and Sanjeev had come to the other side and now facing me.

Sanjeev: Now Madam, use this to wipe off your face, you will definitely feel better.

He handed me a scented handkerchief and as I mopped my face and hands, it felt very refreshing. I needed to urinate and had to tell that to these males.

Me: Sanjeev, I need to.. err I mean go to the toilet…

Sanjeev: You have to do it in the open as I said Madam…. You can go to that corner and do it.

Nirmal: Don’t worry Madam, we will stay here… Ha ha ha…

Sanjeev: He he he….

I did not know what made me smile and I did that very foolishly in front of the two and I hurried away from the spot as I was rather keenly interested to poke and scratch my vagina as it was itching to the limit! I was sure Sanjeev and Nirmal were looking at my swaying round hips inside the miniskirt, which must be looking rather sexy. I casually dragged the hem of my skirt as I walked, but to no effect as the fabric of the skirt was not stretchable at all.

As I walked down to the corner I was thinking that this was the second time that I had to sit in the open to urinate in the last few days coming to the ashram and on both occasions someone was inspecting me! I cannot think of such instances in my life at the city/town. In general I try to avoid pissing when I am out and if emergently required I still try to avoid the ladies toilets available in the markets or public places because I feel very awkward to piss in front of other girls even. The scene inside is also rather offending as each one coming and pulling up their saris shamelessly and sitting down emitting all sorts of hissing sounds. I feel very shy and uncomfortable out there in that setting. But this setting also, in the open, was equally offending, as I had to void before male eyes!

But there was no way out and my whole body was almost aching now to piss. Walking to the remotest corner possible, I raised my skirt like a schoolgirl and dragged my panty down to my knees and sat down on the grass. The hissing sound of my pissing was flouting the silence of the night and I was sure Nirmal and Sanjeev was able to hear my peeing - very, very clearly! I was feeling s-o-o-o-o-o-o, s-o-o-o-o-o-o ashamed till the last drop trickled off and I raised my panty up again.

We proceeded now to the ashram building again and reached the Puja-ghar. The Puja-ghar was illuminated by a big “yagya agni” and much heat was also emitted by it. Guru-ji was sitting right in front of that. His face and upper body glowed in the orange-yellow light of the fire; he was chanting mantras and throwing flowers etc. into the fire, and his large body habitus honestly looked rather ominous in that setting. I noticed that Uday and Rajkamal were already present in the puja-ghar and now Nirmal and Sanjeev also joined with me.

Guru-ji: Welcome Anita! By the gace of Linga Maharaj and Chandrama you have reached the pinnacle of your yatra in the ashram. Jai Linga Maharaj!

There were “asana” placed just beside where Guru-ji was sitting. He indicated to take my seat there. All the other four males kept standing facing us. I sat on my knees so that I did not make an unnecessary upskirt show to the men who were standing just opposite to me.

Guru-ji: Beti, I require paramount concentration from you in this session and you have to be absolutely inhibition-free while attending it, otherwise the whole effort will go as a waste. Okay? And do respond from time to time so that I can understand you can grasp what I say. Okay?

Me: Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: I will discuss the aspects of this Yoni Puja and will interact with you as needed so that you can grasp the whole idea and every bit of the dialogue is effective for your future pregnancy.

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Fine. Let me proceed then. Jai Linga Maharaj!

I tried to concentrate hard on Guru-ji and in fact the milieu was such that my entire focus was in fact on the Godman!

Guru-ji: You know Anita, Yoni Puja has been practiced from long ago, mainly as a part of “tantra”. I have acquired this skill from my Guru. He is no longer alive today. I will pass on this special skill to one of them who in turn will carry on.

Guru-ji looked at his disciples. Sanjeev, Nirmal, Rajkamal, and Uday – all were listening to him with great concentration.

Guru-ji: Yoni Puja… the basic idea is rather than worshipping the 'Yoni' in the symbolical form, using for example a statue or a painting, we do a "live" worship. This is also called "stri puja" which indicates that worship is directed to a living Yoni of a real woman. Getting what I mean to say?

Me: Yes Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Good. And today YOU are the goddess whose Yoni will be worshipped so that your womb is blessed with a child.

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: You must remember that the whole process of Yoni Puja is a secret process and that’s why I could not call any of your family members in this. Moreover, the effect and preparations for this ritual include means of heightening mental and physical responsiveness to erotic stimulation, some of which you have already passed through and of course you would not have been comfortable doing all that in front of your family members or husband. Isn’t it Beti?

Me: Yes Guru-ji. Absolutely.

Guru-ji: Even this Maha-yagya dress would not look decent to them… isn’t it? That’s why it’s done secretly and privately.

Guru-ji paused for a while only and then continued again.

Guru-ji: Beti, you know, in “tantra” Yoni is the symbol of love and worship. That’s why in order to plunge deep into the Yoni Puja, you must be aware of the love tips and tricks as you are a married woman.

He paused again but only for 2-3 seconds.

Guru-ji: Do you agree that a marital relationship broadly rests on the physical relation between the husband and wife?

Me: Yes.

Guru-ji: Then do you agree that you must know the proper ways to execute love making with your husband?

Me: Ye… yes Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Good. Anita, you might find the questions that I put forward now a bit offending or a bit too personal, but if you do not share you will not be able to know the right keys to your love making success. Okay?

Me: Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: The first and foremost thing is the venue? You must be having sex in your bedroom Anita?

I was a bit taken aback by the question. It was too straight. Especially considering that I was answering in front of four other males!

I nodded.

Guru-ji: Can you briefly describe your bedroom?

Me: Yes… I mean… it’s just like any other bedroom, nothing special Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: You did not get me. I want to know the position of the bed, how many windows and doors are there in the room, fans and lighting arrangements, toilet is attached or not…

Me: O! I see. Okay Guru-ji. In my bedroom there are two windows and one door. There…

Guru-ji interrupted.

Guru-ji: When you meet your husband do you keep the windows open?

Me: Ye… err… I mean mostly yes. They are of course curtained.

Guru-ji: Ha ha ha… That’s expected Anita. No need to mention that.

I smiled shyly. And there was a slight roar of laughter from the audience – Sanjeev, Rajkamal, Nirmal, and Uday.

Guru-ji: Anyway, continue.

Me: The bed is in the center of the room and the fan is also just above it. A small toilet is attached to my bedroom though it’s newly constructed.

Guru-ji: Okay so it seems that you have a cozy and convenient environment while meeting your husband on bed.

Me: Yes, mostly.

Guru-ji: And the attached toilet is a positive step towards lovemaking. What about the lighting arrangements?

Me: You mean…?

Guru-ji: Yes, when you are on bed with your husband how much illumination the room has?

Me: Err… the night lamp…. I mean the night lamp is only switched on.

Guru-ji: Beti, I asked you how much illuminated the room remains?

I started feeling nervous as I was unable to figure out what exactly he wanted to know.

Me: Err… its…

Guru-ji: Anita! Are you not getting me? I want to know are you able to see your husband very clearly?

Me: O! No Guru-ji. Of course not with the night lamp.

Guru-ji: Hmm… Okay. Whatever information I gathered from you it seems other things are pretty okay except for the light. Let me brief you on this.

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: The bed position seems okay, just below the fan, the windows must also remain open while you are engaged in sex. Attached toilet is a plus as I said. Regarding illumination it is important to have proper lighting for passionate and interesting lovemaking. You of course don’t want to make it a routine job, isn’t it Anita?

Me: Of course not Guru-ji, but its getting to that end only.

Guru-ji: That’s why I am elaborating on these things! Use something brighter than the night lamp if you want to excite your husband.

I was keenly listening now as there has been some ebb in our lovemaking in recent times.

Me: But Guru-ji…

Guru-ji: I know what you will say. You will feel shy to be naked in more light. Right?

Me: Ye… yes Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: I am not asking you to be naked under the tube-lights of your room Anita! Use an amber tint if possible and it would be best if you can put it in a bedside lampshade.

Me: O-k-a-y!

Guru-ji: That will help you both to see each other clearer and the light effect will surely heat up the session.

I nodded.

Guru-ji: And another point to note for you - spread only yellow or cream-colored bed sheets so that the light reflects off your bed giving an exciting effect.

Me: Okay Guru-ji. I will remember that.

Guru-ji: These points might sound simple enough, but it actually helps you to open up to more love. Love demands shamelessness after marriage. If you are bold and creative, your husband automatically will remain glued to you. And when I discuss other techniques, you will yourself know that once your husband feels that love, he will be more open to you sexually and will want to make love more often.

I was mesmerized to his explanations. I loved the way he explained and was surely getting keen to know more.

Guru-ji: Additionally occasionally if you can keep flowers in the room, it also will add to the effect, but mind you Beti, do not try too many things at a time, it will make the setting artificial and uncomfortable for your husband. Can you tell why?

I fumbled, as I was not prepared for a question.

Me: Err… I think… err… I mean… Guru-ji I think…

Guru-ji: Let me explain though you should have been able to reply this Beti being married for three years and well experienced in sex life.

I blushed and lowered my face.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev can you tell?

Sanjeev: Yes Guru-ji. Madam’s husband is habituated to have sex with Madam in a specific setting of their bedroom since they are married for some years now. Suddenly if Madam tries to decorate the room on the days when she meets her husband, he might be apprehensive and uneasy. If Madam was a newly married lady, she could have tried these alterations.

Guru-ji: Good Sanjeev. Anita, did you get it?

Me: Sure Guru-ji.

I nodded as an obedient student of this sexual awareness class! Myself being nearly 30 years of age and married for 3 years was getting education about how to create an exciting atmosphere for my fuck!

Guru-ji: Next is the second most important thing after the ambiance.

Me: What is that Guru-ji?

I asked hurriedly in my keenness to know more and simply looked like a fool in front of these males when Guru-ji replied.

Guru-ji: Obviously your dress code Anita. What you should wear and what not when you go for sex with your husband.

Me: Oh!

I swallowed a breath and immediately felt my exposed state in my current Maha-yagya dress code. I was giving a hefty cleavage show and my rotund legs and thighs were also shamelessly exposed. The very next question made me coil like a snail within myself.

Guru-ji: First let me hear Beti from you what you wear on days when you have sex with your husband?

Me: I mean Guru-ji… normal… I mean nighty.

Guru-ji: Okay, so nothing special on weekends etc.? You always wear nighty while going to bed.

Me: Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Okay and what about your inner wears?

I could feel my palms had started sweating as I was replying to these intimate questions. I licked my lips once so that I could remain composed.

Me: Err… nothing… I mean like all women while going to bed …

Guru-ji: Okay Beti, I got it.

I just nodded. I felt very uneasy to share these facts in front of so many people. If it was Guru-ji alone, I would not have probably felt so odd, but the presence of that clumsy dwarf Nirmal and teenage Rajkamal were making me feel rather shy.

Guru-ji: This is another aspect where you need to correct yourself Anita. Since you are only wearing a nighty, you are actually depriving your husband from a longer foreplay. Do you realize that?

I did not quite get what Guru-ji meant. How was I depriving Rajesh if I was wearing nighty on bed without my inner?

Me: Err… no Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, can you explain why to Anita?

I looked up to Sanjeev again, as he seemed to be the most literate among the four disciples of Guru-ji.

Sanjeev: Sure Guru-ji.

He paused a little and then started replying to me.

Sanjeev: Madam see, if you come to bed only wearing a nighty without your undergarments, when your husband starts making love, he very easily can make you naked… as you know just pulling up your nighty will make you naked. But if you are wearing at least your undergarments below it, you can easily drag this encounter longer making your husband feel more excited.

I had to lower my eyes as he explained such thing to me in so very direct language. Guru-ji took the baton now from Sanjeev.

Guru-ji: Exactly so. Your husband would love to see you naked Anita, but if the process were longer, his fun would be lengthened. Do you get it now?

I nodded not being able to meet Guru-ji’s eyes in natural womanly shyness. I noted from the corner of my eyes that both Rajkamal and Nirmal were openly scratching their dicks over their dhoti!

Guru-ji: O-k-a—y, so you agree that if you wear your inner wears under your nighty you can ensure better lovemaking.

I again nodded with an almost dry throat because now I was clearly feeling the heat in my ears listening to such things in so much detail.

Guru-ji: Similarly I recommend you to avoid wearing a nighty at least on days when you plan to have a fuck.

Guru-ji looked at my eyes and I was knocked for six to hear the word “fuck” from his mouth directly.

Guru-ji: You start building the habit of wearing a blouse and a petticoat while sleeping. This will help you in two ways. One, you can ride up your bed quickly – just remove your sari and get near your husband. Two, you will look more attractive to your husband in that state.

Me: But Guru-ji after the whole day I also need to relax while on bed. If I wear the blouse…

Guru-ji: Yes I agree because you will feel tightness on your breasts while lying down too.

Me: Yes.

Guru-ji: But you can always open your blouse and bra on bed in front of your husband. Who stops you?

Me: No, no… how can I do that everyday?

Guru-ji: Do what Beti?

Me: No… I mean… actually…

Guru-ji: Don’t shy from me Anita, as I told you at the very beginning. Tell what’s in your mind. Open up.

I gathered courage and said my most intimate things to Guru-ji.

Me: Guru-ji firstly I mean… How can I sleep in absolute topless condition every night? And secondly on many occasions he reads books, magazines till late night and the light is switched on. I cannot just open my … in that light!

Guru-ji: Oh! Okay Beti. For your first problem you can simply always carry a spare blouse while going to bed and change into it without your bra on days when you do not meet your husband. Do you agree to that? If you are not wearing the bra, you will of course not feel the tightness.

Me: Hmm… Okay.

Guru-ji: And your second problem can actually act as a tool to attract your husband more towards you because when you will request him to switch off the light to open your blouse, he might be interested to give you a hug as well! Do you agree?

That was not a bad idea I thought. Rajesh definitely will get some stimulation from that.

Me: Ji guru-ji.

Guru-ji: So Anita, no nighty at night from now on once you get back home. Next comes color.

Me: Color?

Guru-ji: Yes, Beti. Color. Another important aspect when on bed.

I was surprised to know that and was obviously keener to know more.

Me: How?

Guru-ji: Beti, you have to be careful about the color of you blouse and petticoat that you wear when you are going to bed. You have to avoid all shades of red, green, and blue in regard to your blouse. Black, white, and yellow are the preferred ones for your blouse and obviously you need to wear matching colored brassieres.

Me: Okay. I never knew that!

Guru-ji: And same stands for your petticoat also Beti. Blank, white and yellow are the preferred colors. Well, you will be surprised to know that even your panty color can add a certain percentage of attraction or repulsion for your husband!

Me: What?

I almost shouted. I could not stop me reacting like that and immediately felt so withdrawn because the topic was my panty color! Panty color of mine! A married woman nearing 30! By whom? The person who was unknown 4-5 days back! Moreover, four other unknown males listening to this juicy topic! My God!

Guru-ji: Ha ha ha… yes Beti. Don’t be so surprised! From now on when you go to buy a panty for yourself, do concentrate on the color too. Only three are preferred colors - black, white, and red.

He paused a little and asked me a dreadful question.

Guru-ji: By the way, what color do you usually wear Beti?

On one hand he was calling me “Beti”, but on the other hand he was forwarding to me the most indecent question! Immediately my “keenness” to know more from Guru-ji vaporized and I felt so very ashamed and honestly felt like diving in the yagya fire!

I fumbled to give any reply and Guru-ji simply made fun out of me taking me to the height of verbal embarrassment.

Guru-ji: Just a minute Beti, you just keep mum and let me check my disciples’ observation skills.

Guru-ji turned his face towards the four standing males.

Guru-ji: You folks have been watching Anita for a few days now. You have known her character, nature, and liking to some extent. Nirmal, can you predict what panty color she would prefer in general?

I was simply astounded, wordless, and remained like an inanimate object with my eyes down towards the floor.

Nirmal: Guru-ji, I think Madam wears mostly red panties.

Guru-ji: Why do you say that Nirmal?

Nirmal: When I talked to Madam, it seemed she got aggravated quickly and red is the symbol of quick temper.

Guru-ji: Okay. Sanjeev?

Sanjeev: I think she prefers blue.

Guru-ji: Why do you say so Sanjeev?

Sanjeev: Guru-ji, when she came to the ashram she had brought one white and one blue panty with her. She must have brought her favorite and most comfortable inner wears here, as this is an unknown place for her. White being a pretty common color, I think she prefers to wear blue panties.

Guru-ji: Hmm… Beti, you must be amused. See, every individual has his own calculations! Okay, Uday?

Uday: I think Madam is romantic in nature and pink is the color of romance. So…

Guru-ji: So, you feel that Anita must be mostly choosing a pink panty under her sari. Okay. That’s not a bad observation. Rajkamal?

Rajkamal: Yes Guru-ji. I don’t think Madam wears a panty on a regular basis. Why am I saying so because when I was massaging her I did not find a prominent waistband line on her waist, which a panty invariably creates for a regular user. So I feel Madam don’t have any specific color choice for her panty.

Guru-ji: O-k-a-y. So, Anita – all are interesting replies and now you need to tell us who is correct.

“Stunned” was a lesser word for any reaction from me. I was simply lip-locked listening to all these and could not even look up in shame.

Guru-ji: Beti, there is nothing to feel shy about. Come on!

I could well realize that I have to reply to this. I licked my lips again and cleared my throat once to gain in confidence.

Me: Ye… I mean… err… Guru-ji…

Guru-ji: Yes Beti, tell us… we are all eagerly waiting.

Me: Actually what Rajkamal said is partly right…

Guru-ji: That you do not wear a panty on a regular basis.

Me: Yes, I mean I don’t wear it at… I mean when I am at home.

I felt so exposed as I shared that fact with these 5 males!

Guru-ji: Oh! That’s bad! Your husband must consider himself unlucky!

Me: Why?

I almost instantly said that to Guru-ji’s comment not realizing fully what he actually meant.

Guru-ji: Beti, you only said that you remain panty-less at home, so when you meet your husband on bed, you never allowed him to get the thrill of pulling down a woman’s panty before a fuck!

Me: Err..

Guru-ji: Tell me, am I right or wrong?

Me: Ye… er… yes Guru-ji, right.

Guru-ji: So Beti, along with the other alternatives that I have suggested, you also include the habit of wearing a panty at home. I know most married women living in town do not wear it, but you have to do it for your own good. Got it?

I nodded shyly.

Guru-ji: And what about the color?

Me: I like to wear pink….

Guru-ji: Okay, so Uday hit the bull’s eye. Congrats Uday. Ha ha ha…

Uday: Thanks Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: But from now on when you go to the market, only ask for a black, white, or a red one because these three panty-colors attract males most. Also note that light blue, light green, and maroon are the most offending panty-colors.

Me: Ji… ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Okay that’s all about your dress code and there are a few other things that if you keep in mind Anita, you can liven up your love making with your husband. One is you should not tie up your hair while going to bed. They should flow normally on your shoulder. Next is, if possible, you should use nail polish on your fingers while presenting yourself to your husband. Okay?

Me: Okay Guru-ji. I do that at times.

Guru-ji: Good, but try to get into a habit. Next are your armpits. If you raise your hands you will see you have quite a bush there. You must clean that, if not fully, at least partially.

Me: Yes, I trim at times, but they grow so fast…

Guru-ji was smiling and I smiled back foolishly.

Guru-ji: Same stands for your pubic hairs Anita. When I examined you on the table I do recall that you have a heavy bush, which is not acceptable again. How often do you trim?

The question was so direct and straight that I was bowled over. Getting such comments from a matured adult male was like getting verbally fucked each time!

Me: Err… Not… I mean… I do not…

I stammered horribly in shame.

Guru-ji: While examining I do recall that you had thick coils of pubic hair over your choot. Isn’t it Beti?

The word “choot” almost gave me a stagger.

Me: Ha-es… (I uttered a combination of “haa” and “yes”).

Guru-ji: But that’s not a good idea Beti. Why do you allow such an overgrown bush there? Does you husband encourage you for that?

I felt like dying to reply such questions, but was helpless and had to answer. Guru-ji was too forceful to get replies out of me.

Guru-ji: Don’t keep mum Beti. If your husband likes it, then its okay, but if not, you need to trim it at times so when you become naked before your husband you look attractive down there.

I had never experienced such direct dealings with my personal life. In fact this was one of the core reasons that I avoided male gynecologists (along with getting exposed in front of them) when I started feeling the problem of not getting pregnant. They would invariably ask me when do I have my periods, are they regular or not, how is the flow, how may times do we copulate, and all sorts of personal questions which are always very difficult to be answered by any woman to a male.

Me: No actually….

Guru-ji: Open up! Open up! I do not accept such replies.

Guru-ji’s voice was stern and cold as steel. I could realize there was no escape for me and had to shamelessly reveal all my personal secrets.

Me: Actually Guru-ji, my husband had never said err… anything regarding….

Guru-ji: Regarding what?

Me: I mean… (I gulped down saliva) regarding my pubic err….pubic hairs and so I never thought to… but Guru-ji… I mean its not that I do not trim, I do trim it from time to time.

Guru-ji: When did you last trim?

Me: Err… a month… no probably two to three months back.

Guru-ji: So see, that’s the reason you have such a bush now! You are a married woman Beti and you know this better than anyone else that how important your choot is to your husband! Don’t you feel like keeping it clean and attractive?

I licked my lips. It was getting dry time and again listening to such direct things from this Godman. I just nodded. What else could I do?

Guru-ji: You have such a nice figure, why not take care of it! Before you take a bath, may be once a month you just trim it… that’s all! But Anita, you need to give your husband a surprise at times. Do you agree?

I again nodded and Guru-ji continued his lewd talks.

Guru-ji: Tell me how?

I was again caught on the wrong foot.

Me: By… I mean… err… probably trimming them.

Guru-ji: N-o B-e-t-i… How can you surprise him? Think! Think!

Nothing came to my mind and I looked blank.

Guru-ji: So? No guesses? Okay, let me try to get it from you only!

Guru-ji looked quite amused!

Guru-ji: You said that you trim your choot hairs once in 3-4 months… Right? Now tell me where do you do it usually?

Me: Toilet, where else?

I almost instantaneously replied though I was surprised by such an absurd question, but Guru-ji surprised me even more with his answer!

Guru-ji: Beti, you may think that toilet is the only place, but women who had come to me for Yoni Puja did reveal more interesting places!

Me: Meaning?

I could not stop reacting.

Guru-ji: Why Nirmal? Last year there was that Gujju lady… what was her name?

Nirmal: Mrs. Patel.

Guru-ji: Right, right. Patel. Deepshikha Patel.

Nirmal: Her story is interesting. He he…

Nirmal laughed the way, which irritates me the most.

Guru-ji: You know Beti Deepshikha wanted to have a child after seven years, but was having problems and hence came to me. She had a 6-7 year old son. Like you she also used to trim her pubic hairs in her toilet, but one day her son followed her to the bathroom and found those small hairs on wet floor. She felt very embarrassed and decided to change the venue.

Guru-ji paused just a little to take a deep breath.

Guru-ji: Mrs. Patel did not get a decent place at her home to do this work and lastly as she told me she decided to it in her school where she was a teacher! She used the school toilet! Can you imagine Anita?

Me: My goodness!

I reacted so spontaneously!

Guru-ji: There were a couple of women who said they prefer to cut their choot hairs in their bedroom in the afternoon hours when their husband was away as they did not have a proper mirror in their toilets.

Me: Hmm. That’s acceptable!

I was myself surprised as to how was I responding to such a lewd and offending topic for any woman.

Nirmal: Guru-ji, tell Madam about Mrs. Khurana’s confession.

Guru-ji: O yes! That’s also out of the ordinary for sure and comical too!

I was not much keen to revolve on this topic due to my natural shyness and was getting rather restless due to the awkwardness of the topic, but there was hardly anything I could do.

Guru-ji: Rina… that’s her name. She had a similar problem like you, but she is elderly at least compared to you, 35-36 years, and came to me almost as a last resort. She was childless for about 10 years after marriage. She confessed to me that she used to trim her choot hairs at her friend’s place, who was almost her age and a long-time friend, and they used to do it together. Rina had this practice for several years and they used to trim each other’s hairs. One day she came to know that her friend was shifting to a new place as her husband got a new job posting.

One thing I had to admit in my mind, despite this gauche subject, Guru-ji was delivering it so casually that it sounded like just another story!

Guru-ji: You know Anita, initially she did not think of this problem, but of course realized after a month or so. Rina tried to do it on her own, but was unable to manage it. Then she decided to take her maidservant into confidence and made her involved in this work. She told me that she used to call her maidservant in her bedroom in the afternoon hours when all was quiet. She stretched out on bed and raised her sari up to her waist and her maidservant did the trimming. The problem started then.

Me: Why?

The question came out of my mouth spontaneously!

Guru-ji: Ha ha ha… Beti, actually the maidservant was not at all habituated with scissors, which is understandable also, and she fumbled in most cases and this went on for one or two occasions. Rina was a bit upset but had no other option also. Now, this maidservant’s husband was a barber and in order to win over her mistress, one afternoon she came with her husband. Rina had already told her of trimming her hairs that day. Just imagine!

Sanjeev, Uday, Nirmal, Sanjeev, and Rajkamal all echoed light laughs and I also smiled shamelessly!

Guru-ji: Rina was obviously surprised when she saw a male accompanying her maidservant, but when she knew his identity, she allowed him to come in, but was not keen to know why he had come. She thought they would leave together and hence the man would wait for his wife. Rina usually stripped her sari and petticoat and then called her maidservant in her bedroom. That day was no exception. She was lying on bed half naked and the maidservant entered the room with his husband.

Me: Oh no!

Guru-ji: I don’t think I need to go on any longer. Ha ha ha… Till the time Rina realized the whole thing from her maid, it was an extremely embarrassing situation for her and funny too! Ha ha ha…

Guru-ji was nodding his head as he continued to chuckle.

Guru-ji: Anyway, getting back to the root the issue - how to surprise your husband through your pubic hairs. The solution is simple Beti. Once in blue moon if you shave your choot hairs completely that would surely excite any male, of course including your husband! Ha ha ha…

Me: What?

Guru-ji: Why not!

Me: C-o-m-p-l-e-t-e-l-y!

I could not help myself but to react like that. Honestly I could never think in my wildest imagination to have a clean shaven pussy! My God! What was he saying?

Guru-ji: Why not! You need to come out of these inhibitions.

Me: Ishhh… No, no Guru-ji… What would he say…. I mean…

Guru-ji: Take my word. Your husband will only love you more. Since you are born and brought up in a town, you got scared at this very thought.

Me: But… but… No no…

Guru-ji: Beti, yes, for the initial 2-3 days, you will feel very sensitive there as that bush will not be there, but then you will also become habituated. Since your marriage is now 3-4 years old, you surely would get electrifying benefit if you shave your…

He did not complete the sentence, but looked indicatively at my skirt-covered crotch and the look was rather disgusting. I quickly tried to change the topic.

Me: O… okay Guru-ji, I will keep that in mind.

Though I said that, undoubtedly I was shocked by such an idea and my face and ears were all red and emitting heat. My pussy was again getting fully moist listening to all these provocative talks and erotic suggestions and I was starting to feel rather tight.

Guru-ji: Well Anita, that’s more or less a synopsis regarding the secrets of long-lasting marital lovemaking. Will add later as and when necessary. Jai Linga Maharaj!

The four males standing beside me echoed the same and I also meekly followed with “Jai Linga Maharaj!”

Guru-ji: Anita, go and stand there for a minute. Get the “asana” ready” for the puja.

The second sentence was directed to his disciples. I noticed Rajkamal and Nirmal went to the corner of the room and brought a small “gaddi” (=mattress). I didn’t notice it as the glow of the fire was illuminating the center of the room where Guru-ji was sitting. Uday brought a couple of milky while sheets and covered them quickly. Sanjeev in the meantime brought a couple of nice looking fluffy pillows. Uday brought a mini table fan and placed it beside the mattress and switched it on! He made sure that the air did not reach the yagya fire. I honestly wondered what Guru-ji is up to! Was he getting ready for the Puja or a nap?

The whole white mattress was quickly and very neatly decorated by different colored flowers by Rajkamal and then the four males again took their old position. I was frankly quite anxious to know why that sort of arrangement was made! I had never seen in my life anything similar to this for any Puja at least!

Guru-ji: Thanks. Anita, come and stand on this mattress. This will be your “asana” for the entire Yoni Puja.

It was for me! Wow! I thought.

Frankly I was glad to have that table fan placed beside the mattress as the Puja-ghar was by then amply heated by the yagya fire. I stepped on to the mattress. The bed sheet felt cold on my soles as I stood on it. I resembled as if I was an actress standing on the platform while shooting and others were watching me from all sides. I saw such situations in television serials, movies, etc. I remembered. In fact my dress was also very apt and revealing to make me think like that. I felt the cold air of the table fan on my naked legs and to my thighs even. I shifted my position marginally as I realized that going too close to the fan was not a great idea, as the skirt would surely fly then. And there are four pairs of male eyes waiting to ogle me! I was cautious.

Guru-ji: Beti, let me clear a few things at the very first go. As I said earlier also I want your best concentration and complete unquestioned cooperation in this Puja. This Yoni Puja might look odd, awkward, or offending to you, but this only will lead you to your most wanted goal of having a child. So, you are very near to it, but a momentary lapse could cost you everything. Do exactly as I say. Do you agree?

Me: Ji Guru-ji. I will do as per your guidance.

Guru-ji: Good. Now let me reveal to you that there are five parts in this Yoni Puja –
a) Mantra Daan (=sharing the mantra),
b) The Puja (=worshipping the Yoni),
c) Yoni Massage (=massaging the Yoni),
d) Yoni Sugam (=vindicating the massage), and
e) Yoni Jan Darshan (=showing Yoni to the world)

My lips automatically parted listening to the divisions of the Yoni Puja! Frankly, till the first two it was okay to me, but “Yoni massage”, “Yoni Sugam”, and “Yoni Jan Darshan” sounded pretty upsetting and offending as well!

Me: Guru-ji…

Guru-ji: Anita, I just said I want “unquestioned cooperation” from you during Yoni Puja.

Me: I agree, but if you could ex… I mean explain a bit….

Guru-ji: Be patient Anita. I am coming to each!

Me: O..okay. Sorry Guru-ji…

Guru-ji: The first and second parts are interrelated and will go hand in hand, i.e. the “Yoni Worship” and “Mantra Daan” will follow simultaneously. Once the worship is over and you have the mantra, we will switch to the next section – “Yoni Massage” and “Yoni Sugam” - don’t be scared from the names! It’s just like the examination, which I performed on you. Do you remember? Was that too tough?

I had to nod and nod negatively!

Guru-ji: So! Just like that! Relax Beti! Have faith on me. But yes, this time the difference will be that I have to make sure that there are no obstructions in your vaginal passage. Why? Because I have to ensure that your ova meet your husband’s sperms without hindrance. Then only you can get the child. Getting me?

Me: Ji Guru-ji.

I never realized how craftily Guru-ji paved the way and sowed the seeds to fuck me with such casual and laid back manner! On the contrary, I was nodding and appreciating his structured thinking in my mind!

Guru-ji: The last part is the Yoni Jan Darshan, which actually is acknowledging the Almighty’s blessings. You need to show your Yoni to all four directions Beti, north, south, east, and west - so that all Gods and Goddesses are satisfied and bless you adequately to help achieve your desired dream. Am I clear now?

Me: Ji… ji Guru-ji. Thanks.

Guru-ji: Silly girl! You tend to be scared so early! Ha ha ha…

I smiled back to him cutely not knowing what degree of humiliation was in the offing for me!

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Okay Beti, now you need to stand still at your position and I will direct them what exactly to do to get you “ready” for the worship.

I was a bit puzzled – what more was left to be done? I already had the snan and was wearing a fresh set of Maha-yagya paridhan!

Guru-ji probably read my face. He truly was an “antaryami”!

Guru-ji: Anita since this is Yoni Puja, the whole concentration will be on the lower half of your body. I hope you can guess that.

Me: Ye… yes Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Good.

I stood like a statue on the mattress as the four males approached me and stood at four corners of the mattress! It looked so very sensuous and tempting as all the males had bare chests with a dhoti wrapped around their waists and I stood exactly in the middle of them in that revealing mini dress!

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, take this sweet Almond oil and apply it on Anita’s left leg and Uday this is for you to apply on her right leg – this is Jojoba oil.

Sanjeev and Uday went forward to collect their oil pots.

Guru-ji: Nirmal, Rajkamal, you just wait till they finish.

Rajkamal: Sure Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Beti, you must be patient till they finish applying the oil on your legs fully. Okay?

I nodded with an anxious face and a drumming heart anticipating vivid male touches on my bare legs and thighs. Uday and Sanjeev sat near my feet on the mattress and took oil from the pots and started to rub on my feet. It was a queer and peculiar feeling at the same time because two males simultaneously rubbing my bare legs was a very rare situation indeed for any woman!

Guru-ji: You know Beti this sweet Almond oil and Jojoba oil are so easily absorbable and serves as a great emollient as it balances the moisture in the body. As you will see soon that it makes a great lubricant, which will help keep you fresh and fit from muscle aches or sprains as you are stretching yourself beyond midnight today.

Guru-ji’s words hardly were reaching my ears as the male hands were creeping and climbing slowly up my naked legs. Though the feeling of the oil was very stimulating and energizing, but it was overridden by the warm touches of Sanjeev and Uday. They both were feeling every inch of my well-developed legs while applying the oil.

Guru-ji: You might be wondering why two different oils are being used. This is primarily because both oils have some exclusive goods to deliver and I want them all to get inside your body so that you can get max effect from Yoni Puja.

My heart started missing a beat now as I realized both Sanjeev and Uday were rubbing the oil now above the decency level. They were rubbing their oily hands on my thighs, just inches below my skirt hem. I dared to look down, as I was sure if they look up they would surely be able to see my panty below my miniskirt as both were sitting near my feet very close to my body. I had to shuffle subtly so as to remain somewhat comfy. I could feel Sanjeev’s fingers clearly pressing more on my naked rotund left thigh, which was making me very, very uncomfortable. All women are very sensitive around their thighs and if two males simultaneously knead that area, it was undoubtedly an awesome experience!

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, Uday rub the oil till her thighs only…. Hence may be just a couple of inches inside Anita’s skirt. Okay?

Sanjeev: Ji Guru-ji.

And readily I could feel Sanjeev’s fingers getting inside my skirt!

Me: Eieeiiiiiiiiiieeeeeei…. Please….

Guru-ji: B-e-t-i, be patient!

In no time I could feel Uday’s fingers also getting inside my skirt and rubbing the oil amply on my upper thighs. I just glanced at the other two males - Rajkamal and Nirmal were expectedly lapping up this very sensuous scene.

Me: Shhhhhhhhhhhhh………. Uhhhhhhhhh………..

I could not stop myself expressing that sigh as I felt both males caressing the back of my thighs just below my buttocks. Their oily fingers and palms felt the whole of the back of my plump naked thighs providing the required stimulant. My face had turned red in shyness and I was biting my lips and praying when it would end! Then suddenly…

Me: O-u-c-h! Eiiiii!?!

Guru-ji: What… what happened Beti?

I could clearly feel a sudden and straightforward poke into my pussy over my panty – must have been either Sanjeev or Uday.

Sanjeev: Any problem there Madam?

I felt so shy seeing five males staring at me that I could not even utter a word! I was unable to reveal anything to Guru-ji and had to gobble up my words. But by that time Sanjeev did an unbelievable thing! He just rose up my skirt from the front to see if there was any problem inside!

Me: H-e-y… what… what are you doing? S-t-o-p!

Before I could cover my panty and pull down my miniskirt, for that 3-4 seconds Sanjeev made my panty visible to everybody present in the Puja-ghar, as he was holing my skirt up in a lifted position! My whole face turned scarlet instantly and my voice choked in shame suffering that sudden humiliation.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, you should not have done that!

Sanjeev: But Guru-ji Madam seemed to be in some discomfort …

Guru-ji: Yes, that’s okay. There must have been something about which Anita was uncomfortable and you tried to investigate that. Understandable. But Beta, you should also keep in mind that Anita is a matured woman and married too. She lives in the normal society and thus bounded by the norms of pride and shame, restriction, etc. Though she has been in the ashram for a few days, she is still not able to cast off her natural coyness and timidity. Sanjeev, you being an experienced disciple of mine should always keep that in mind.

Sanjeev: I understand Guru-ji. Am sorry for my act.

Guru-ji: Say that to Anita also.

Sanjeev: Madam, I am really sorry. I will be careful next time. Sorry Madam.

I was still not able to recover from it, but had to nod as Guru-ji was looking forward to that from me.

Me: It’s… its okay.

Guru-ji: Anyway, are you over with the oil part?

Uday: Yes Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Great!

Sanjeev and Uday went back to their respective positions at the corner of the mattress and returned the oil pots to Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Now, let’s proceed further. Beti, now Rajkamal would decorate you with flowers and make you ready for the actual Puja.

I still was breathing heavily, but was slowly getting back to my normal composure. I noticed Rajkamal quickly and craftily prepared small garlands with different flowers. He fastened my both ankles with small garland braces and the same was applied for my knees. I was wondering that within the span of 5-10 minutes already three different males had touched my naked legs! This sort of experience was certainly the first time in my life. Though I was rather irritated by Sanjeev’s lewd act, my pussy was already moist and I could easily sense that my nipples inside my bra had grown hard.

Rajkamal: Madam, now garlands for your waist and both wrists.

Saying that he fastened a garland at my waist just over my skirt waistband and two small ones on my wrists. Now he sat near my feet and started building a crown with flowers on a wire framework. I appreciated in my mind his proficiency and skill. In no time the crown was ready and he put that up on my head. I surely looked attractive being decorated like that with a crown and with garlands.

Guru-ji: Thanks Rajkamal. You did an excellent job! Beti, you are looking very nice. Unfortunately I don’t have a mirror here. Ha ha ha…

Uday: Yes Madam, very beautiful.

I smiled and dropped my eyes towards the floor, and waited for Guru-ji’s next instruction.

Guru-ji: Nirmal, give her the Linga and the “charanamrit”.

Nirmal handed me a Linga replica, but unlike the previous one that I had seen during my “diksha”, this looked very odd resembling very much like a male penis! It was probably made of wax and I was rather shocked to note its color resembled skin color and in fact there were veins around its length and hence the feel was more like the penis!

O! My God! It also had something at the top, which resembled the foreskin!

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj!

All the four disciples echoed “Jai Linga Maharaj!” and I also followed suit, but felt very odd standing with something that was clearly depicting a “lund”!

Nirmal: Give that to Guru-ji, Madam.

Guru-ji took the Linga replica and touched it on my head, lips, breasts, waist, and my thighs before placing that on a throne-like structure well decorated with flowers. He ushered some Sanskrit mantra and performed a small Puja to place it there. We all waited with our hands folded in the form of prayer as it was done.

Guru-ji: Beti, Linga Maharaj has been placed. The whole Yoni Puja is meant to satisfy him. So devote all your prayers and acts towards him. If you can satisfy him, he will surely gift you with your much cherished desire. Jai Linga Maharaj! Jai ho!

We all echoed “Jai Linga Maharaj!” and I prayed in my mind to Linga Maharaj “I will do my best to satisfy you and would not want anything ever, but a child. Please…”

After my prayer was complete, Nirmal handed a bowl, which had the “charanamrit”.

Guru-ji: Beti, this charanamrit is very special and sanctified for you specially. Gulp it down at one go!

It was not that I was seeing charanamrit for the first time in my life, as I do go regularly to the temple in our locality and drink it when offered. But the major difference was always it’s just a handful at the temples, but here a whole bowl of cream-colored charanamrit was offered to me!

Me: Guru-ji… fully?

Guru-ji: Yes Beti. It’s made for you only! It’s an extract of my “tantra” works and will surely empower you towards your cherished goal.

I was glad to know that and took the bowl from Nirmal and started gulping it down. The taste was unquestionably poles apart from the normal charanamrit! This was very, very tasty and comprised of fruits cut in very small pieces – guava, apple, banana, grapes, cherry, etc. I swallowed the tasty sacred liquid at one go and emptied the bowl.

Unfortunately, unknown to me, the “charanamrit” I was so gladly drinking was adulterated with soluble agents, which catalyze sexual feelings in a female.

Guru-ji: Great Beti! Now we will enter into the main Puja. Fold your hands for a prayer. Concentrate. Rajkamal will tie your eyes and don’t jump on me right now to know why… I will of course explain you in a minute, but first the prayer. Okay?

I just nodded as Guru-ji threw something in the fire and the fire started burning more aggressively. There was pin drop silence. With higher illumination the yagya fire was now providing a peculiar glow to the whole room and on each one’s face. In that blush, every person whom I was seeing for the last few days in the ashram looked so very unfamiliar!

Guru-ji’s big stature along with that bright orange-red glow on his face made him look more frightful! Rajkamal stepped behind me with a black handkerchief and tied my eyes. The setting was created in such a way that my heart started to beat a shade faster and my fingers were gradually turning cold.

Guru-ji: Hey Linga Maharaj, please accept this final prayer and grant this girl what she desires! Jai Linga Maharaj! Beti, just repeat what I say from now on.

There was silence again for some moments. As my eyes were tied up, I was a bit shaky and was unnecessarily sensing an unknown fear.

Guru-ji: Hey Linga Maharaj!

Me: Hey Linga Maharaj!

Guru-ji: I offer myself to you…

Me: I offer myself to you…

Guru-ji: My mind, my body, my Yoni… everything to you….

Me: My mind, my body, my Yo… Yoni… everything to you…

Guru-ji: Please accept this Yoni Puja and make me fertile and bless my womb with a child…

Me: Please accept this Yoni Puja and make me fertile and bless my womb with a child…

Guru-ji: I, Anita Singh, wife of Rajesh Singh thus surrendering myself to you for your sacred blessing. Please do not disappoint me. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Me: I, Anita Singh, wife of Rajesh Singh - thus surrendering myself to you for your sacred blessing. Please do not disappoint me. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Guru-ji: Good. Beti, now that you have conveyed your objective to Linga Maharaj, you can go ahead with the rest of the Yoni Puja with an open mind. And myself as the primary medium will definitely aid you in achieving your goal and my disciples will also actively participate as the secondary medium to facilitate things for you to complete this very special journey.

I honestly started having butterflies in my stomach listening to Guru-ji. What actually was in store for me I wondered! How could all those four males help me during the Puja? Why are my eyes tied up? How will Guru-ji do the Puja actually? Will I have to expose my Yoni, i.e. choot in front of him? My God!

Guru-ji: Beti, you must be wondering why your eyes are tied up. I will explain you now, but for that I have to refer to the mythology. As you also know as per tradition after marriage, a woman is NOT expected to have a physical relation other than her husband. Right?

Me: Hmm.

Guru-ji: By no means * mythology allows a married woman to forgo this norm, but I believe in order to treat infertility cases, I must make a woman properly stimulated and then see where the deficiency lies. Hence though it must have been very odd and weird for you as a housewife to undergo such sensuous moments, I made you do so during your stay in the ashram for the last 4-5 days. Reason?

He paused a bit and then continued again.

Guru-ji: I need to assess your problem properly and at the same time sexually trigger you again and again to know exactly where the problem lies. But, here in Yoni Puja, the situation is slightly different. Ask why?

Me: Wh… why Guru-ji?

Guru-ji: During your treatment phase, I did not deviate from * mythology, as accidental touching and stimulation do happen in our life - both males and females. But in Yoni Puja, the very first phase is lovemaking with husband.

Me: H-u-s-b-a-n-d!

I almost shrieked out!

Guru-ji: Let me finish! You react so quickly! Mantra Daan is basically sharing the mantra of lovemaking and as per * mythology to whom can a married woman make love to? Husband, of course! So I never asked you previously to put a band on your eyes… are you getting me Beti?

Now things were getting clearer to me. Since on all other occasions previously during my treatment, it was situational sexual urge for me, Guru-ji never asked me to cover my eyes, but since Mantra Daan comprises of direct lovemaking, my eyes were tied.

Me: Hmm. I can understand now!

Nice logical way to bypass * mythology I thought! But I was yet keen to get an explanation of the word “lovemaking”. As I said earlier also, Guru-ji was “antaryami”!

Guru-ji: Well Anita, so now with your eyes tied up, you will not do any “paap” even if you willingly kiss someone who is not your husband! Anyway, you must be thinking why lovemaking is a part Yoni Puja? The answer is simple enough! Because you must satisfy Linga Maharaj that you are an apt and sprightly woman when it comes to lovemaking. That’s the first step Beti towards a successful pregnancy! I think you will agree that you would like to have a healthy baby rather than having a baby who is weak and surrounded with problems.

Me: Of course, a healthy baby!

I replied spontaneously.

Guru-ji: Right! But for that you need to prove yourself too!

Me: O… Okay Guru-ji. I will. I will do anything for my…

My voice automatically choked in emotion.

Guru-ji: I know Beti. Don’t be emotional. You must make up your mind ONLY to satisfy Linga Maharaj.

I controlled my tears.

Guru-ji: That’s why I always encourage you to enjoy whatever you do here and not entangled in the webs of inhibitions, “paap”, etc.

I was in fact now quite assured and was mentally prepared to execute whatever Guru-ji wanted me to do!

Guru-ji: Beti, Mantra Daan will comprise of lovemaking postures and in order to execute them effectively, you must prepare your mind as if your husband is here…

Me: But…

Guru-ji: I know it’s not easy at all. But the way to success is always covered with thorns and not roses Beti. If you are not able to think in that way, you won’t get the spontaneous emotions in your act. Isn’t it?

Me: But Guru-ji, it is very difficult…

Guru-ji: Your eyes are tied up… this will definitely give you comfort rather than shyness. I am sure you can do it. Believe me Beti, I have seen so many married women undergo this successfully in front of me.

Me: But… err… I mean… Guru-ji, do I have to do everything that I do with my husband?

Guru-ji: Of course Beti. You can just think in this way that this is another “Suhaag Raat” for you, but surely in a different way!

Me: Suhaag Raat!!!!!!!!!!

I almost screeched at Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Calm down Beti. What happens in a Suhaag Raat? A virgin girl gets to know to throw inhibitions and share the lessons of lovemaking with his partner. That’s what generally happens. Right or wrong?

Me: Ye… yes. But still Guru-ji what has that to do with this Puja?

Guru-ji: Beti, it has nothing to do with this Puja. I just gave you an analogy so that you can prepare yourself, as here also like your Suhaag Raat, you will encounter a new partner.

Me: Oho… okay… I thought…

Guru-ji: What did you think? I will ask you to have a ‘Suhaag Raat’ with Nirmal? Ha ha ha… Anita, you are just too much… Ha ha ha…

Everybody was laughing and I also smiled at my foolish thought.

Guru-ji: Can we proceed?

Me: O… Okay Guru-ji. I… I am ready.

Guru-ji: Great! Everybody say once with me… “Jai Linga Maharaj!”

I subtly adjusted my choli and skirt out of normal reflex before the proceedings started.

Guru-ji: Beti, Mantra Daan is the sharing of lovemaking mantra and expectedly it has several steps. I will guide you through each. Keep faith on Ling Maharaj! You will surely succeed.

I closed my eyes and prayed for one last time.

Guru-ji: Hey Linga Maharaj! Anita being a married woman is an expert in the art of lovemaking and she will perform the steps of this art to satisfy you. Please accept it Maharaj!

My heart was beating fast now anticipating the unknown. My hands and feet were getting colder (though I was standing by the yagya fire) and naturally feeling rather tight.

Guru-ji: Uday, come forward. Beti, imagine Uday is your husband and you need to execute the first step, which is the simplest, a loving hug.

He paused to see my reactions probably. I was biting my lips in anxiousness.

Guru-ji: Do respond to me as I instruct you from time to time. And most importantly Beti, repeat the mantra in your mind, which I say after each step. That’s the Mantra Daan!

I was a glad to hear Uday’s name, as I would certainly be more apprehensive about others, but was rather comfortable with him, as I already had had a very steamy experience with him on the boat. He was my personal favorite also as a person in the ashram.

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Hold Anita’s waist Uday and Anita, you just give him an embrace.

Since my eyes were tied, I could only feel things. I felt a pair of warm hands touching my waist just above my skirt and could clearly feel Uday’s breaths very near me. As he touched me, I also embraced him lightly. Though initially I was very hesitant as I was aware that I was being watched, but since it was “Uday” it was much easier for me to do such an act in front of Guru-ji.

My choli-covered tits got moderately pressed on his bare chest and as soon as that happened I could clearly feel more warmth in the hug from Uday also.

Guru-ji: Om Eim Hrim Klim Chamundayei Vicche Namaha! Remain in that posture for a minute till I ask you to move.

I repeated the mantra in my mind. There was pin drop silence as I remained in that posture with my arms embracing Uday’s back and my heavy mammaries rubbing his chest. Uday’s hands were amply feeling the smooth skin of my waist and up along my midriff. Obviously standing in this posture was making me very uncomfortable and due to the stimulation I was pressing my boobs more and more onto his body.

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Good job Beti. So just see Anita, it’s not that difficult. Is it?

Sanjeev: Madam, you did very well. Keep it up! You will surely succeed!

Was I feeling confident getting such encouraging comments? But within myself, shedding all shyness, I was getting charged up for more already!

Guru-ji: Okay, now Beti, hug Uday as you do to your husband on bed, i.e. hug him tighter.

Me: O… okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Uday, you also hold Anita in your arms as if she is your wife.

Before I could do anything, I felt Uday pressing on my body closely and hugging me tight. Automatically my embrace on him also got tighter resulting a full frontal pressing of my body on his. I felt very, very uncomfortable like that because I was habituated to such hugs from Rajesh behind closed doors of my bedroom, but here I was very much aware that people were watching me; so my movements got rather limited.

Guru-ji: Uday, come on! Give her the feel that you are her husband.

Uday now started to brush his face on my neck and into my silky hairs. I could feel his nose and lips brushing my shoulder while his arms got tighter on my body circumference. My boobs got tightly pressed now on Uday’s body and certainly I was feeling the “heat” of his embrace, though I was still rather tentative to go all out due to natural shyness. Uday’s left hand slide to my ass now and roamed on my fleshy ass. My skirt was slightly getting up due to his hand movement and I tried to stop that by holding Uday’s hand.

Guru-ji: Beti, what’s this? Are you still undecided? Treat Uday as your husband…

He noted my movement and alerted me! He was truly an “antaryami”! I quickly removed my hand off his hand and pushed my body more into his body to show that I was not undecided. Uday continued to enjoye my almost naked back (except for my choli) and my skirt-covered round buttocks amply.

Guru-ji: Om Eim Hrim Klim Chamundayei Vicche Namaha! As per the protocol, you both remain in this posture for a minute.

I repeated the mantra though my mind was already getting wayward due to this physical stimulation. Uday also must have been stimulated quite a bit through this hug– honestly any male would enjoy hugging my plumpness! Uday naturally had started breathing heavier and was now strongly rubbing his face on my shoulder and neck. Also I could feel his rigid cock through his dhoti now! I somehow controlled my emotions to his very intimate hug, as I was getting vivid recaps in my mind of that boat escapade!

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Great! Beti, the first two steps completed and now are you ready for the next stage?

I somehow nodded as my whole body was as if “heating up” in this Mantra Daan phenomenon.

Guru-ji: O-k-a-y Beti! Get ready for the next segment - the kiss.

My God! What was he saying! I will be kissed in front of all! Guru-ji probably deliberately paused to see my reaction and I tried my best to maintain my composure before Guru-ji, but honestly I was skipping a beat inside!

Guru-ji: Beti, as in real life, here also the male would kiss first and then the female would reply. So Uday will kiss you first and then you will get your turn Beti. Okay?

Me: Ohokay… I mean okay.

My voice was hoarse in excitement! After I became adult, I was never I kissed in front of another person. This was virtually a public kissing affair, as four other persons were present when I would be kissed on my lips! I do remember that while we were on our honeymoon, Rajesh did occasionally hug and brush his lips on my face in public, but never like this!

Guru-ji: Uday, as you kiss, your hands should be on Anita’s hips… I mean on the globes of her hips. I hope you are getting me? I think they are broad enough and you can rest them there. Ha ha ha… And Anita, for this step your job is to just tightly embrace him – that’s all!

For the first time in my life, I was getting instructions regarding lovemaking! It sounded so very jarring and bizarre! Thank God! My eyes were tied otherwise I would have died in shame doing this in front of five adult males!

Guru-ji: Uday, you can go ahead.

Uday hardly gave me any time to react and simply jumped on my lips. He took my lips in his mouth and started sucking them and carried me to a wild height instantly.

Me: Uuuuuuummmm…. Ummmmm…..

That’s all I could utter as his lips grounded strongly on my tender pink lips. He put my tongue into my mouth and was kissing as if my husband was kissing me! Simultaneously since he was pressing and squeezing my gaand with both hands, I was getting more excited and I could clearly feel his palms stretched out on my butt cheeks measuring every inch of it! I was unable to control myself and my legs were getting parted out of natural sexual stimulation. As he continued to suck my lips and probe his tongue deep into my mouth, he pressed me close to his body making my firm round tits push hard on his flat chest.

Guru-ji: Om Eim Hrim Klim Chamundayei Vicche Namaha! Uday, do not leave her lips for another sixty seconds!

I repeated the mantra in my mind and was practically gasping for breath, as I had never experienced such a long intense kiss in recent times! Its not that I had not experienced long kisses in my married life, but in recent times my husband was more keen to just fuck rather than a long romantic kiss.

Uday on the other hand was focussed on the kiss only and he was now intensely hugging me in my standing posture. I was naturally responding to him greatly though was still somewhat hesitant due to the presence of Guru-ji and others in the Puja-ghar. My whole body arched as Uday pressed on me and I was unquestionably succumbing slowly to this hot act.

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Excellent. Anita, did you enjoy that? If you do not enjoy, you cannot deliver your best in front of Linga Maharaj!

Though the kiss was over, I was unable to get out of that. Very rarely in my real life Rajesh leaves me like this after a kiss. He surely would either go for my blouse or lift my sari to my head by now! But nothing of that sort happened here.

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Me: Ye… hes… I mean yes.

Guru-ji: Did Uday match your husband?

I could not stop smiling at this question and my face was obviously all red in shyness.

Guru-ji: Good. Your smile says that you are enjoying this Mantra Daan episode. Next is the opposite sex kiss, i.e. Beti, you will have to kiss Uday now. Okay? And mind you it should be a full fledged kisss as you do to your husband on bed.

I meekly nodded.

Guru-ji: Uday, you will just hold Anita’s waist and this time she would do the rest.

Uday: Okay Guru-ji.

Uday held my waist and was standing in front of me as I approached his lips. Though my eyes were tied, I could easily figure out where his lips were and took them gently in my lips. I realized he was trying to pull me more towards him by my waist and in no time my whole body weight was on him. This action made me hornier also and I held his face in my palms and started kissing him passionately. The best part was I felt like kissing him and that made my task easier, otherwise it would really have been a very shameful affair to kiss an unknown male like this.

I was feeling very tight inside my brassiere now as my boobs had grown more in obvious excitement. I could feel Uday had begun to gyrate his hips so that I could feel his erect lund. I was getting so… so thrilled and energized that I started shedding my inhibitions totally and started probing my tongue deep into his mouth tasting his saliva.

And then suddenly….

There was a round of claps! I was so surprised that I stopped for a moment.

Guru-ji: Don’t stop Beti! That clap was to encourage you as you are doing a very good job. Carry on… just carry on! Linga Maharaj would be very satisfied. Jai Linga Maharaj!

I was so stranded by that sudden applaud that my mind was unable to think anything and I just followed Guru-ji’s instruction. I pressed my lips again on Uday’s.

Myself a housewife – 30 years of age - coming to the ashram for treatment – now kissing an this man whom I did not know a week ago and getting a standing applause for that from other people! Simply unthinkable! How was I doing this I myself was puzzled to understand.

Uday was triggering me by pinching and pressing my waist constantly so that I kiss him more vehemently. He was also rolling his tongue inside my mouth and it was indeed a great feeling for me!

Guru-ji: Om Eim Hrim Klim Chamundayei Vicche Namaha! Last few seconds Anita…

I repeated the mantra in my mind and simultaneously wondered when did I last kiss my husband in standing posture! I hardly remember because every time we met in the past few months it was always on bed. Always. I wish I would have kissed him more often standing or at least invited him to kiss me standing more often because it was generating a great deal of sexual feelings in me!

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Good job Beti. Thanks Uday!

I was a bit surprised hearing “Thanks Uday” from Guru-ji, but soon realized its significance.

Guru-ji: Beti as I said earlier that Mantra Daan and Yoni Puja will go hand in hand and now that the first part of Mantra Daan is complete, I will start the Yoni Puja.

Me: O… Okay Guru-ji.