Guruji Ka Sex Treatment - Part 24

Mahesh: Okay… Can I… I mean can I now proceed with the test?

Me: Oh! Right! Right! Sure…

I tried my best to recompose myself as quickly as possible both vocally and physically!

Krrrrriiiiiirrrrrrrrr! Krrrrriiiiiirrrrrrrrr! Krrrrriiiiiirrrrrrrrr!

Suddenly there was this weird sound coming from the front of the car. It was coming from inside the bonnet of the care probably. I immediately applied the brakes and Mahesh helped me to change the gear and made the car standstill.

Mahesh: Must be something fouling in the engine area… let me check!

I pushed my ass forward so that it was easier for him to get down from the car. He wanted to investigate where from the sound was emerging. He briskly opened the bonnet and I realized indeed it was a God-gifted opportunity for me to save some of my honor and within a flash I was onto fixing my bra hook. I pulled up my churidar top in one go above my big-sized mammaries and hurried my hands to my backside to fix my open bra. I indeed was feeling awfully tight at my tits as I was in a heated condition and also breathing heavily, but somehow was able to make both ends of my bra meet at my back.

Me: Ufff… what a relief!

I sighed to myself as my hands were now busy tying my pajama nara (=string).

Mahesh: Oh! Fixed it… should be absolutely okay now Anita!

He was back to my window side and indicated me to start and as I promptly ignited the engine as I naturally was feeling more confident now. There was no additional noise and he was back to the driver’s seat again, right behind me, for lap driving lessons.

Mahesh: Seems okay…. Good!

Me: Yes….

Mahesh: Okay… now… look there…. can you see that temple ahead Anita… in the distance…

Me: Temple? Ohh…. yes, yes… There naa?

Mahesh: Right! I want you to take a full circle right turn keeping the temple in the middle…

Me: My God!

Mahesh: What happened?

Me: No … err… I mean that’s not an easy task at all!

Mahesh: Arre yaar! Again… you are sounding unconfident! Unless you try, everything is difficult! Isn’t it?

Me: Hmm… okay… will try…

Mahesh: Good! You will be able to see that circular path once we are close… kay?

He paused as I was trying to locate the white-colored small temple several meters away.

Mahesh: Not a tough job… the path is narrow and circular…. You just need to be focussed and attentive and execute my signals accurately.

Me: I will try to do as you instruct.

I had started to sweat just a little more though the weather was not that hot or humid at that time of the day; it was mainly because of my heated physical condition. However, I was much, much relieved as I had the opportunity to fix my bra hook and pajama string. I could feel tiny beads of perspiration on my forehead and also felt sweaty around my back and hips, courtesy to this lap driving as Mahesh was eagerly pushing his crotch right inside my big tight ass!

As the car moved on, we were approaching the temple and naturally I was somewhat hesitant as there would be people around the temple and if they see a woman sitting on the lap of a man like this in a car, their eyebrows would surely rise considerably! Merely thinking of that situation of being watched in this pose made my ears hotter and I felt a known itch inside my choot and involuntarily I dropped my eyelids for a moment.

But…. but to my sheer amazement I did not find a single person around!

Me: How strange!

I exclaimed to myself. Mahesh later explained (because he was not supposed to talk during lap driving test) that it was an abandoned temple and hence there was no one around.

As I was just about breathing easy, Mahesh started the test signaling and initiated with deceleration. He gently kept his right hand on my right thigh. This time the placement of his palm on my thigh flesh was bolder and he placed his hand quite high up on my thigh making me blush for a second. I started to feel increasingly uncomfortable as I could feel his palm on my upper thighs, his wrist brushing my waistline! I closed my eyes momentarily to keep control on myself and indeed this lap driving was an acid test for my tolerance level!

O my God! What’s he up to?

Mahesh was getting naughty at the very first go this time! He spread his palm to its fullest so that he could feel a larger area of my warm tight upper thighs while his thumb was just inches away from my crotch! This man as if instantly created heat waves throughout my body as he touched my peaking left breast gently with his other free hand indicating me to wave the car horn. The immediate reaction of course for me was to close my eyes so as to feel his fingers on my tight upright boob flesh, but I was conscious enough not to get carried away and hence blew the horn almost immediately. Two goats were loitering on the roadside that instantly jumped to the adjacent field by my horn.

Mahesh whispered a quick pat in my ears. His close physical proximity and very warm breaths almost made me gasp! I desperately wanted to shuffle my ass a bit to remain calm, but was so cramped in between his strong legs on the seat that it was indeed getting utterly uncomfortable. I could feel his warm breaths all over my neck and the side of my face when suddenly I felt that Mahesh had dropped his chin directly on my shoulder! I thought it was a momentary thing, but he continued to rest his chin upon my shoulder blade!

This was indeed culminating into a great sensuous driving lesson!
He was of course gaining in confidence which I could sense from his moves. The car had already decelerated and the turn was also in view and hence I was anticipating Mahesh to touch my belly and within moments he did so by shifting his right hand onto my warm belly area and started feeling the area over the thin fabric of my churidar top. His chin continued to rest on my shoulder and his breaths getting deeper and warmer. Mahesh slowly grazed his hand up my belly onto my protruding succulent breast as an indication for “horn please”. Although there was no one on the road I felt probably as a road protocol during a turn Mahesh wanted me to blow the horn and I followed his instruction. His right hand continued to rest on my conical right breast; his palm feeling the full resilient contour of my mammary over my churidar top and bra. Naturally I was getting extremely excited and gushed out a very long sigh to keep myself stable. Next
The turn was indeed a bit sharp and it was a complete circle around the abandoned temple. Mahesh did not remove his hand off my upright tit which indicated to me that I need to continue to blow the horn, but what he did next took me almost to seventh heaven of ecstasy!

As I turned right by the temple, Mahesh further instructed me to change the gear for additional deceleration. And for that he used his left hand to grab my other breast! Hence the situation was such now that my driving instructor was holding both my throbbing boobs in his two hands!

I could distinctly listen to an “Aaaahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaassssssssssss-like whimper as Mahesh held my twin big tits from the back in his two hands. I almost closed my eyes in sexual delight and thrill, but quickly realized that would be too fatal to do sitting on the wheel. I clenched my lips with my teeth and held my composure as I could feel Mahesh was literally cupping my milk tanks this time, not any gentle casual touch to indicate me a driving instruction, but clearly a sexual gesture.

He grazed and pressed his fingers on my tight boob flesh and tightened his palms on the contours of my conical tits. Though I really liked his hot touches, but had to be alert as I was driving the car through the circular path.

But Mahesh surely did not want to miss any moment of this circular path drive!

Though the gear change was over he continued to press my left breast and this time almost trying to grab the whole flesh over my churidar top! I tried to shuffle a bit in order to free myself secondary to feeling extremely tight inside my bra, but just at that moment I could feel Mahesh was able to trace my erect and standing nipples (they had grown to their full size inside my brassiere due to his constant sensuous touching) and he readily traced them and started poking them with great enthusiasm!

Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I moaned within myself! Ripples of joy instantaneously started flowing all over my body and it was getting extremely hard to keep control over myself.

The car went on completing the circle, but I was so tempted by my driving instructor’s lewd moves that I continued to press on the accelerator mildly, blowing the horn concurrently controlling the steering for a second lap round the temple!

I was not sure whether Mahesh noticed it or not because he was too much engrossed feeling my big firm upper treasures. The form of touch had completely changed by now and he was virtually squeezing my full-sized, succulent breasts with both his hands and trying to push desperately his hard erect lund into my big round gaand. I was getting extensively charged up and it was indeed getting increasingly difficult for me to maintain the steering wheel. I could comprehend Mahesh was losing control and I could hear his heavy breathing and he had started to even gently kiss my neck depicting his kindled condition! I gasped and almost had goosebump all over my body feeling Mahesh’s wet sticky lips on my neck area.

He was almost grunting as his clutches on my mammaries got tighter by the minute extracting as much pleasure as he could from my well developed breasts. Undoubtedly he must have been enjoying this ride to the fullest as I could easily feel the increased strength of his erect dick hitting my ass flesh.

As I tried my level best to follow the circular path round the temple adjusting the steering wheel more to the right, Mahesh was virtually giving me no opportunities to concentrate in any way! He slid his hands down the contour of my boobies and started pushing my bra-covered tight breast flesh up with his hands thrusting the undersides of my tits. The effect must have been a great experience for him due to the weight of my big-sized, firm boob flesh. Though none of us uttered a single word, we were engaged in weird sexual pleasure!

Afterall I was a housewife… I had a family…. he was a complete stranger to me and that too a driver…. but the situation was such that I was virtually sitting on his lap, placing my ass in between his legs enjoying his subtle thumps and liberally accepting his open boob squeezing from the back! But all goods come to an end and soon the encircling (second lap) was complete and I could realize if I extend it more I would have no control on myself and lose my honor completely.

I had to steer the car to the main road for my own dignity though I could not avoid the fact that I was enjoying this lap driving to the hilt! I immediately tried to adjust my posture in his arms and poor Mahesh virtually had no other option but to remove his hands off my juicy tits. He must have been utterly excited squeezing the big boobs of a matured housewife like me in a completely unhindered manner and his unwillingness was accented by a rough grunt that he exerted as the car rolled onto the main road again. I could not stop giggling hearing that even in that utterly compromised and exhausted state!

Mahesh: Ahhh! Stop…. stop the car….please s-t-o-p!

I could well realize his condition from the way he uttered the above words; he was thoroughly excited and must have been much disappointed as the car was back to ‘normal’ route. In fact I also needed a ‘stop’.

Seeing the opportunity I stopped the car by the wayside and quickly got out of it. My undies were in miserable shape and my churidar top had hiked in the front and curled up under my ass as I sitting stationary for a long time. As I alighted from the car virtually my whole panty-covered ass and crotch were visible quite clearly through my ultra-tight churidar pants! I tried my best to keep my top down to cover my dignity and started adjusting them to look somewhat decent. Mahesh also followed suit and alighted from the car adjusting his pant-front where the bulge was extremely evident. I could not stop smiling the way he was adjusting his brief inside his pants to accommodate his erect lund.

Mahesh was smart enough to ascertain what was the order of the day at that time and immediately started commenting on weather and climate and the general beauty of the landscape of that place to make things lighter for both of us. I was still breathing heavily and my heaving breasts were going up and down inside my dress quite awkwardly; Mahesh handed me a bottle of water to get calmer. I could realize it was getting late now and Meenakshi must have been waiting for me. I just desperately hoped that she could get hold of the much needed pics and tape by this time.

Me: Is it not getting late?

Mahesh: Oh yes! Right you are Anita… I almost completely forgot that your didi will be waiting for us. sorry… actually… err… I was too much involved in you… err… in your lessons…

Me (smiling shyly): It’s okay Mahesh… (I almost whispered) …I can understand.

This time Mahesh got into the driving seat and I took the passenger seat in the front and he drove through quite swiftly towards Gangu kuwa point. On the way back I could sense Mahesh was eyeing me time and again and at times while he changed the gear his fingers brushed my warm thighs over my churidar pants and honestly I did not mind that.

Mahesh: It was a good day’s lesson… isn’t it?

Me: Yes…

Mahesh (slowly shifting his left hand from the gear onto my right leg!): Am really glad Anita the way you picked up things on day #1…

I nodded and he smiled in appreciation

Mahesh: …since the time is short I had to take up lap driving because that’s the best way to…

Me: Ya… I did learn quite a lot…

Mahesh (now gently pressing on the tight warm flesh of my thigh over my dress): Didn’t you like the new concept of lap driving?

I nodded with a bashful smile and looked down. I felt a bit nervous as I was quite unsure as to how to react to him and wondered what signal my shy smile gave to him. Since it was a lonely stretch Mahesh did not feel the need to change the gear and continued to rest his palm on my right thigh. He left his hand so casually and effortlessly above my knee that I could not react even!

Me: Err… I mean… how far are we Mahesh?
I did not really want to give too much of a positive signal to this man though I knew very well that I had probably gone a bit too far by not objecting to anything what he said. But this time I slowly moved my right leg off from him and he had to place his hand back on the gear head.

Mahesh: Are you not enjoying my driving?

Me: No, no… not that… Mee… errr… I mean Didi will be waiting for me … I will feel bad is she needs to wait for me… you know…

Mahesh: Oh! Okay… don’t worry… we will reach in maximum 5 minutes… we are closing in.

Me: Okay! That’s good to know.

Soon I met Meenakshi. I was so glad to see her and was anxious to know whether she was successful in her mission, but since Mahesh was present I naturally could not ask that.

Mahesh: You have presented with an excellent student Meenakshi… she is a quick learner…

Meenakshi: Really! Great! I did not know my sister is that much keen to learn driving! He he he…

Mahesh: She is very serious and attentive and another session would enable her to in fact drive almost independently!

Meenakshi: Wow! Thanks Mahesh! I can only spare another day in fact as she needs to go back to Varanasi day after.

Mahesh: I see… Another couple of days would have been ideal… but since there is scarcity of time… will try to devote some extra time to her tomorrow so that…

Meenakshi: Yes, yes… give her some extra time tomorrow so that she can grasp all the know how of driving in that session… Kiyu re Anita? Will you not be able to make it in another session?

Me: Yuuu… errr… yes, yes didi…. that will be enough… I have learnt a lot today.

Meenakshi: Okay Mahesh… will make a move now… thanks a lot for your service today. So when should I send her tomorrow?

Mahesh: Same time like today… that should be perfect for me.

Meenakshi: Okay done!

Mahesh drove off and we started walking towards the ashram and before I could ask, Meenakshi started explaining her failure to detect the pics and the tape in Mahesh’s house. I was much disappointed as I really thought her mission would be successful.

Alas!

The poor lady had to go tomorrow again and search more vigorously as that was her last chance to get to the root of this blackmail issue. I thought Meenakshi would be very much depressed as she did not find the tape today, but instead she seemed quite hopeful to grab it tomorrow. I was thinking of encouraging the poor woman, but she seemed to be on a high note and was keener to arrange my driving lessons tomorrow!

Meenakshi: Kiyu madam? So how was your experience today? Mahesh seemed to be total lattoo on you!

Me: No, no… nothing of that sort Meenakshi…

Meenakshi: Kya Madam! He was looking all along at you… and you are saying… He cannot deceive my eyes…. I could clearly see reflection of appreciation and admiration for you in his eyes… Kuch hua kya driving ke dauran?

Me: Hat! Jo muh me ati hai bol deti ho… You are just too much Meenakshi!

I was blushing being caught, but was not at all prepared to express to Meenakshi the enjoyment I had during lap driving.

Meenakshi: Jo bhi ho Madam! Is the guy likable or not?

Me: Yes… (smiling cutely) there is no denial to that.

We had reached the ashram and were serious instantaneously as we could witness huge repair work going in full swing inside the ashram; the wiring that had burnt actually affected some severe burns in some of the rooms also.

Meenakshi: Jokes apart Madam… I must say thanks to you for your effort! You have been a marvel…

Me: No need to say that Meenakshi… I will be really glad when you give me the good news…

Meenakshi: That I will have to accomplish Madam… tomorrow. I have to… no other way out for me as that’s all I have in my hand….

Me: Yes, you just have tomorrow’s time… I wish you all the best….

Meenakshi (holding my hands): Thanks Madam… and once again thanks for enticing that elegant scoundrel … thanks again…

Since most of the rooms were under repair, Guru-ji had selected three rooms where we slept that night; one room for Guru-ji, one for us (the women), and other one for his disciples. The next day also we did not have anything to do and so Natasha, Sudha, and myself decided to take a walk round the ashram and the village nearby. It was a cloudy day and a pleasant breeze was also blowing and hence our walk was also very much enjoyable. By the time we went back to the ashram, our lunch was ready. Rajkamal had prepared some basic dishes as the kitchen was the most affected area due to the blast. Guru-ji, Nirmal, Uday, Sanjeev, Rajkamal, Meenakshi, Natasha, Sudha, and myself along with the villagers who were engaged in the ashram repair work – we all had lunch together sitting on the floor. It was a unique experience and I really appreciated Guru-ji’s idea to include one and all in this open lunch session.

Myself and Meenakshi enjoyed a little nap after lunch and I felt absolutely fresh and lively when awoke. We went out of the ashram a bit early as Meenakshi wanted me to have sufficient time for changing my dress before going for the driving lessons. The same lady (as of yesterday) greeted me with a big smile. Today I was surprised that I hardly felt any anxiousness and was behaving quite confidently - that’s probably the difference between knowing and unknowing!

Meenakshi: Madam… just to emphasize more on the fact that you are in college I have selected this legging for you. What do you say Madam?

Me: L-e-g-g-i-n-g-s… in this figure!

Meenakshi: Madam, just tell me one thing… do you have a disease or what?

Me (frowning): Disease?

Meenakshi: Yehi ke…. to underestimate yourself time and again!

Me (nodding): But Menakshi… if…

Meenakshi: Madam…. No ifs and buts… please leave this to me! I can judge you much better than yourself.

Me (surrendering and nodding negatively): Oho… tum naa…. okay… as you wish….

Honestly I was feeling a ‘thrill’ if I can call that seeing that leggings in Meenakshi’s hand as I had seen many teenagers wearing that, but never had the courage to try that. It was not obviously possible for me to wear a legging at home or go out with my in-laws present, but when exclusively with my husband I honestly had thought many times to try a legging, but due to the plumpness of my ass and heaviness of my thighs I refrained from buying one. But right now seeing this much cherished outfit in Meenakshi’s hand I honestly was much pleased though did not reflect that to her.

Meenakshi: This orange (indicating to the top) would go very nice and contrasting Madam with the off-white (indicating the legging).

I took the dress from her hand and was checking the texture, elasticity, and size.

Meenakshi: Madam, you ought to show off your legs much more… you should scrap saris and always wear churidar or leggings … this actually gives you Madam great opportunity to show off your shapely legs without revealing any skin at all!

Me: Yes, I know… but it’s not possible always naa… I have to keep in mind of my in-laws!

Meenakshi: Oops! That’s a point… right! Anyway, you can enjoy it here at least without any hesitation…

Me: Very true!

Today I was much more confident in wearing this modern day clothing and confidently stepped ahead into the adjacent room to change my dress. I quickly undid my sari and petticoat and stepped forward towards the mirror wearing my blouse and panty. I moved to the side and adjusted my panty stretching the sides of it over my smooth round ass so that it covered maximum of my naked ass skin. I could not prevent myself from inserting my fingers once inside my panty front to scratch my hairy choot as I knew I would not get a chance once I was with Mahesh.

Khusss! Khussss! Khusss! Khusss!

I continued to scratch my dense pubic hairs for a while closing my eyes and then undid the buttons of my blouse and adjusted my bra on my heavy tits by pushing the cups upwards so that I felt comfortable and the cups also remained properly fitted over my adequate boob flesh. As I was standing half-naked in the room I could feel automatically my nipples had gone somewhat hard and I quickly took the cream-colored legging and inserted my legs in it one by one.

Though initially it was easy inserting my legs into the legging, but as I started to pull the dress up my knees midway over my fair robust thighs, the leggings got stuck and I had to pull it with some force to cover my legs. And again, while I tried to pull it over my ass to my waist, I could sense that not only the waist elastic of the legging was too stiff, but also the circumference (rim of the dress at my booty) was not enough to accommodate my heavy ass! I had a trying time to get into that legging and at last was able to pull it up till my waist.

As I turned sideways towards the mirror and checked myself I indeed was astonished as I was looking unbelievably stunning in that cream-colored legging which actually had accented my hips and legs in the most enthralling manner! Though the outline of my huge round bottom was pretty much evident through it, but the very sight of the legging on my body made me ten times smarter!

I did not waste time and quickly got into the orange top to cover my upper treasures. Undeniably this dress seemed to have suddenly reduced my age by quite a few years! The top was thankfully not too tight over my big tits and I was comfortably covered though the conical tips of my full-sized breasts were jutting out of my top in an eye-catching fashion, but the overall smart impression the dress was attributing to my figure was certainly appreciable!

But there was a problem elsewhere!

The orange top that suited so very well with the off-white leggings was just slightly short in length which was quite irritating for me as it exposed my belly button area. The top was of the modern day short variety and ended just about at my navel and as I checked my backside in the mirror to my utter shock the outline of my panty was pretty much evident through my off white leggings! Before I could make any adjustment, Meenakshi intervened.

Meenakshi: Madam, hurry up…

Me: Yes, yes… am done… almost!

I quickly did some final adjustment to my legging at my waist, stretched my panty back cover as much as possible over my round ass, and also straightened down the top as much as possible.

Meenakshi: Wow! Madam you are looking splendidly sharp in this! Believe me!

Me: Thanks.

Meenakshi: Oh! Madam… the leggings has made your legs look even more sec… I mean shapely… and the crowning thing undeniably is the short cut of the top… Ufff! Main to March jawa….

Me: Com’ on Meenakshi…

Meenakshi: Madam, just take a walk… let me check …. how you fare in this attire...?

Me: I must appreciate your choice…. it indeed fits very well on me... I checked that in the mirror.

Meenakshi: Thanks madam… still if you can just walk… I wanted to check….

Before she could complete her sentence I started walking towards the wall at the further side and in fact I was enjoying the appreciative stares of Meenakshi as well as the other woman in that room. Though she was silent he smile depicted that I looked smart and sharp in that outfit.

As I walked my heavy ass cheeks undulated sexily inside my dress and with practically no additional cover (as is the case with churidar or salwar suits) on my big mature ass, I was indeed appearing awfully sexy. Moreover, the legging being off-white in color, my heavy ass seemed to be projected more prominently through it and with the panty line subtly visible things were really pomp. Moreover, my belly button was constantly visible from the front due to the short length of my top.

Meenakshi: Perfect! Madam, today you will surely run a steam roller over that scoundrel!

Me: Okay… okay… don’t flatter much… can you do my hair?

Meenakshi: Surely Madam.

I was done within the next 15 minutes and off we went to Gangu kuwa point. It was afternoon time and a cool breeze had started blowing already; overall the weather was pretty much pleasant today. Mahesh came to pick me up and after bidding ‘bye’ to Meenakshi, I started my driving lesson quite assertively igniting the engine and taking the car from neutral to first gear. I confidently drove from the main road (though it was pretty much devoid of traffic) towards the lonely stretch where we practiced yesterday. Today from the very beginning Mahesh sat on the edge of the passenger seat in the front (adjacent to me) and was quite keen to help me at every step in addition to chat with me on redundant topics. He seemed to be too friendly and supportive today! I smiled within myself though I was slightly surprised at this approach from the word go!

Soon I ripped through his hyper helping attitude as I felt his elbow brushing and grazing my conical boob tips a couple of times over my orange top within the opening 5 minutes of today’s driving lesson! Naturally I was a bit shy and felt rather annoyed as I had entered the car only moments ago and my initial reaction was to squeeze back into my seat avoiding his elbow brushing, but the angle inside was such that it was always an advantageous position for Mahesh. He continued to babble on useless topics and I was just nodding and grinning as I looked ahead driving the car with obviously his active participation in maintaining the car on track. His right arm almost continuously brushed and pressed on my right mammary as he shared the steering wheel while guiding me. We had not even covered a couple of kilometers that I noticed a “"Happy Driving college" ambassador car parked on the wayside!

Me: Is it not of your garage’s?

Mahesh: Oh! Yes… right you are Anita! But… but what happened? Why is it parked here?

As we conversed we closed in and Mahesh applied the brakes just adjacent to the car.

Mahesh: Arree…. Harpal… my friend… what on earth happened?

Mahesh got out of the car and walked towards a fair-looking guy whom I could safely term as Punjab-da-puttar! His name was Harpal and he had the turban, the physique, the height, and the rough look to be a perfect example of a middle-aged masculine Punjabi.

Harpal: Oye… kya batayen! Sali start hi nehi le rahi hai! It won’t start up! Its actually giving trouble today from the word go!

Mahesh: Harapl… that’s why I always keep telling you… learn the basics of the engine…kisi din fasoge! Hua na aj! Huh! Chal hut!

Mahesh elbowed him and opened the bonnet of the ambassador and started checking inside and just at that moment Harpal spotted me inside the car.

Harpal: Oye! Ye beautiful kudi kaun hai?

Mahesh: She is from Varanasi… she is learning driving.

Harpal: Oye! Tu to badda luckky hai yaar! Kya sexy looks hai… kya ada hai… kya angrai le rahi hai baithe baithe…. Wah!

Mahesh: Talk softly you idiot! Will you? She will hear you! She is Meenakshi’s sister… woh ashram-wali… remember?

Though Mahesh warned him, but I could hear everything as Harpal’s voice was quite loud and clear and more so as the place was absolutely desolate.

Harpal: O I see! But… but how long have you been teaching her?

Mahesh: Arre… only yesterday!

Harpal: Oh! Tab to tu kuch maza le chuka hai ek din mei…. Kiyu? He he he… Yaar give me a chance too!

Mahesh: Meaning?

Harpal: Arre… tu bol na the repair will take sometime and till such time I will guide her on the wheel.

Mahesh smiled and was nodding as he looked at Harpal.

Mahesh: Tu sala harami… kabhi change nehi hoga… mauka dekha… to nikal pada!

Harpal: Guru-ji… am following your footsteps only!

Mahesh: Huh! But… in any case… it will take at least half an hour to get your engine going.

Harpal: Great! Just what the doctor ordered!

Mahesh: Ha ha ha… But… yaar… don’t do anything too rude or I mean not too fast you know… mind you... Don’t do anything silly which spoils both our interest… I have done the groundwork… you add the top-up now and then… sali ko dono mil ke lootenge!

Harpal: Ji ustad! Yaar… (looking at me) ye to ekdom mast item hai!

Mahsh: Yes… fresh and tight… college girl… though a bit plump!

Harpal: College girl! Wow! You made my day mere dost!

Both were smiling and then whispered something amongst themselves and started coming towards me. I pretended as if I had not noticed/heard them at all and was busy adjusting my dress! I pretended to adjust the shoulders of my top.

Mahesh: Hey Anita… there’s some good news and some bad news…

I looked up at Mahesh. From the corner of my eyes I did notice Harpal; he genuinely appeared much smarter, stouter, and tough-looking than Mahesh. I admired his physique in my mind.

Me: I err… what do you mean? I did not get you actually…

Mahesh: Well I mean … before that meet him… he’s Harpal… he is my partner at the driving college. He is junior to me and is still learning the engine mechanics part… but he is an excellent instructor!

It was looking very odd for me to sit inside the car while the two men were standing outside; so I decided to get down from the car.

As I tried to descend from the car, Harpal quickly opened the driver seat door for me; though this was a bit hyper approach, but I liked his attitude. Hardly could I guess his cunning thoughts that he actually wanted to get my rear view as I alighted from the car. I could only grasp and realize that when I noticed Harpal’s eyebrows appearing like a bow and his “wow” expression on his lips! I tried to cover from it but there was not much I could do due to the shortened length of this modern day top. Moreover, I was not at all habituated wearing these short things and I could not control exposing my panty waistband on my backside from below my legging as I got out of the seat in a crouching fashion. I noted from the corner of my eye that Harpal was blatantly gaping at my round ass.

Mahesh: Harpal’s car is down as you can see… and as I can figure it out its not a regular minor hitch… it will take some time… at least an hour to fix the engine… (he shrugged) …but I don’t want to waste your precious time… as Meenakshi said you will be leaving tomorrow for Varanasi…

Me (trying to be as honest as possible): Yes, yes…

Mahesh: Then I must take care so that you do not lose on the practice session.

Me: O… okay… thanks for that.

Mahesh: I suggest Harpal will guide you through on the wheel while I mend his car’s engine… because that’s important too! I think you will not have any problem… he is a very good trainer… is that okay for you Anita?

Me: Err… ye… yes. As you say!

I really had no choice! My main aim was to keep Mahesh engaged so that Meenakshi could trespass in his house – whether it was me who was engaging him or the faulty engine did not matter really.

Mahesh: Since I have detailed you the basics yesterday… you just practice today what you have learnt and if you get stuck Harpal is there to lend you a hand…so Harpal… is that okay with you?

Harpal: Sure, sure …it will be my pleasure!

Mahesh: Okay then… you get back here in approximately one hour Harpal…

Harpal: Fine. Madam….time is precious for you… so please let’s get going!

He opened the door of the car for me again, but this time from my front and hence I was more comfortable.

Me: Yes… thanks.

He closed the door and was into my adjacent seat in a flash and we started off waving to Mahesh. I slowly drove the car through the desolate village road and Harpal was holding onto the steering wheel aiding me to keep the car on track.

Harpal: Madam… I learned that you are from Varanasi… I have one sister whose sasural is at Varanasi… Me: Oh really! Where?

I actually didn’t mind he calling me “Madam” as I was already used to it in the ashram and in any case he was younger than me and this word automatically earned respect for me and simultaneously helped to keep the “decent” distance. I didn’t want to allow too much space for him at first go. His voice was indeed loud and full, quite manly and since his pronunciation was with that typical Punjabi accent, it truly made whatever he spoke more likable!

Harpal: I do not exactly remember the name of the road, but it’s in Sastrinagar…

Me: Oh I see. I stay near the ghats.

Harpal: Umm… the McDonald’s is there… naa…

I was taken aback… as I knew very little about Varanasi, but this guy seemed to have quite some knowledge. I had to change the track to save myself!

Me: Yes that’s a very popular and crowded place … I do not actually prefer that… Har… Harpp… I mean… can I call you by name?

I asked as sweetly as possible to grab his full attention.

Harpal: Ye… yes, yes Madam… why not!

Me: Okay thanks. I am… I feel I am having a little problem about assessing how long to drive on a particular gear?

Harpal: Oh that’s easy Madam… your target should always be to get to the higher gear as soon as possible… provided you can see empty road ahead… so you can just speed up the car to a decent speed in second gear and steady it in third gear.

Me: Okay… okay. Now I get it. Mahesh did ask me to practice in third gear…

Harpal: Right!

Me: Shall I go straight? (There was a crossing ahead.)

Harpal: No Madam… take the left turn… the road is slightly twisty there and you can have a better practice on that sort of a road.

As he said I noticed that he was constantly stealing glances of my T-shirt-covered protruding boobies from the corner of his eyes. I smiled within myself and honestly felt a bit haughty seeing the reaction of this young male.

Me: Eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii……

Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeccccccccccchhhhhhhh hh!!!

Our car halted suddenly because as I took the turn to the left we almost stumbled upon a big buffalo who was loitering on the road! Harpal was brisk enough to grab my right leg and placed it on the brakes and saved the situation extremely hastily. I honestly took a few seconds to realize the whole thing.

Me: Ufff! Thanks….

Harpal: Its okay madam… nothing to thank… I am here to help you only! But… but you ought to have slowed down before any turn…

Me: Actually there was no traffic in this road … so I thought… I mean…

As we looked at each other and exchanged smiles the buffalo left the road and I could feel Harpal’s warm palm still gripping my thigh flesh (just above my knee) over my dress. I had to look down at his hand as I was just beginning to feel uncomfortable!

Harpal: Oh! Sorry Madam… (he readily shifted his hand off my right thigh) …actually it happened so quickly (smile)…

Me: It’s okay!

I tried to restart the engine in order to move forward again, but surprisingly the engine was silent! I tried again and failed and looked questionably at Harpal.

Harpal: What happened Madam?

Me: Arre… it won’t start!

Harpal: Par abhi to thik tha!

Me: You see naa…

Harpal now started igniting the car engine, but he also failed.

Hrapal: Strange! Just a minute Madam… let me check…

He quickly got down and opened the bonnet. I wondered what could have happened!

Harpal: Oho…. My mistake… chuk… chuk…

I could no longer sit idle and was keen to inspect what had happened. I alighted from the car and quickly checking the waistband (backside) of my legging with my fingers just to ensure that my panty was not exposed over that, and then quickly moved towards the open bonnet.

Harpal: Chuk… chuk… Dearth of water Madam… I should have checked that…

Small curls of smoke were coming out of the engine and Harpal was holding onto a plug like thing inside the engine area with a piece of cloth. The scene obviously did not look too encouraging.

Me: Isn’t there any bottle in the car?

He nodded negatively.

Me: Then? What to do?

Harpal: Have to arrange for some water Madam… in order to start up….

Me: And… and what are you holding on to like that?

Harpal: Unluckily there is a loose plug here which needs to be fixed too!

Me (I was naturally a bit annoyed): Don’t you check the minimum before taking out the car from garage! Strange! Mahesh should have been more careful!

Harpal: Madam, we usually do check… but… but it’s a sudden problem that arose due to that sudden halting probably… the plug also got loose…

Me: I see. We… we cannot get back to Mahesh also I guess… … it’s just too far…

Harpal: Yes Madam… but Madam… I mean… if you… err… I mean… actually since this plug has come out…. Err…

Me (seeing that he is hesitating to tell me something): You tell me naa… what do I need to do? Don’t hesitate….

Harpal: Actually Madam since I cannot leave this plug right now… if you can go down… its not far at all… just down the slope down there (he signaled with his eyes)… and get a bottle of water we can get along again. I would have gone myself, but you will not be able to manage this plug… its hot too… as you can see smoke is coming out.

Me (Seeing there is no other alternative at that moment and water was essential for the car): That’s absolutely okay… you take care of that… I can surely get the water I guess.

Harpal: Sorry for the trouble Madam… but I am helpless…

Me: Arre… its okay baba….

The plastic bottle felt slippery and cool against my sweaty palm, water still sloshing inside with every shaky step I took back up the slope. Each breath burned a little in my lungs; the dry, dusty air tasted faintly of sun-baked earth and wild grass. My sandals slipped once or twice on loose pebbles, forcing me to widen my stance—and every wider step made the thin off-white leggings pull even tighter across my inner thighs, the seam digging deeper into the cleft of my choot like a cruel, constant reminder.

By the time I crested the rise, my chest was heaving, breasts rising and falling so heavily that the damp patches on the orange top had spread, turning the fabric semi-sheer in places. I could feel the cool trickle of pump-water that had splashed earlier now warmed by body heat, sliding slowly between my cleavage and pooling at the underwire of my bra. The faint metallic tang of the old hand-pump still clung to my fingertips.

Harpal hadn’t moved. He stood exactly where I’d left him—hood up, one thick forearm resting on the edge of the engine bay, the other hand absently wiping engine grease onto a rag that already looked black with use. The late-afternoon sun caught the sweat on his broad forehead and the coarse black hairs visible at the open collar of his shirt. When he turned those dark, hungry eyes on me, the grin that spread across his bearded face was slow, almost lazy, but it made the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Harpal (voice low, thick with that unmistakable Punjabi rumble): Arre wah… Madam ji. Itni jaldi wapas aa gayi? Aur dekho toh… bilkul barish mein bheegi heroine lag rahi ho. Paseena aur paani ka mila-jula rang… uff, kitna sundar.

He stepped forward as I extended the bottle. Instead of taking it immediately, he closed his rough, calloused fingers around mine—holding them there for a long, deliberate heartbeat. His palm was hot, slightly oily, the skin cracked in places from years of wrench work. The contrast against my softer, damp hand made me shiver involuntarily.

He finally took the bottle, but didn’t step back. Instead he set it on the fender with a dull clink of plastic against metal, then turned me gently—almost politely—until my spine pressed against the warm passenger door. The sun-heated steel burned pleasantly through the thin legging at the small of my back.

Harpal: Engine abhi bhi garam hai… thoda thanda hone do. Tum bhi thodi der ruk jao. Itna zor laga ke paani laayi ho… paseena aa gaya hoga na?

His right hand settled on my waist—exactly where the cropped orange top ended and bare skin began. The heat of his palm seeped instantly into me, thumb stroking once, slowly, along the soft roll above the legging waistband. I could smell him clearly now: engine oil, sharp sweat, the faint lingering trace of raw tobacco he must have chewed earlier, and underneath it all, something darker, more animal—pure male musk that made my head swim.

Me (voice coming out thinner than I intended): Harpal ji… paani daal do jaldi… Mahesh—

Harpal (cutting me off, voice dropping to a husky murmur right against my ear): Mahesh ne khud bola hai, Madam. Message bheja tha… “Jaldi khatam mat karna. Poora practical sikha dena madam ko.” Bol raha tha woh 35–40 minute mein pahunch raha hai. Aur saath mein… dono milke maza lenge.

The words landed like hot stones in my belly. He tilted the phone toward me just long enough for me to see Mahesh’s text glowing on the cracked screen—then pocketed it again.

Before my brain could catch up, his left hand slid down the curve of my hip, fingers splaying wide. Then he cupped one entire ass cheek—boldly, possessively—through the paper-thin legging. The stretchy fabric let his grip sink deep; I felt every ridge of his fingers pressing into the soft, yielding flesh. He squeezed once—hard—then again, slower, kneading like dough.

The sudden pressure forced a tiny, involuntary whimper from my throat.

Harpal (chuckling low, breath hot against the side of my neck): Arre… suno toh zara. Kitni awaaz nikal rahi hai already. Mahesh ne kal pura din sirf dabaya tha na? Aaj main poora swaad loonga… yeh gaand… yeh mamme… sab kuch.

He spun me around in one smooth motion. My breasts mashed against the warm car door, nipples scraping painfully-pleasant through bra and top against the sun-baked metal. He kicked my feet apart wider—his thick, muscular thigh forcing its way between mine from behind, spreading me open, the rough denim of his jeans rasping against the inside of my thighs.

One big hand yanked my top up to my shoulders in a single rough tug. The elastic of my bra strap snapped against my skin as he fumbled the clasp—pop—then pulled the cups down, letting my heavy breasts spill free. They swayed heavily in the open air, already aching from the friction. Rough fingers immediately captured both nipples—pinching, rolling, tugging until they were swollen and dark, throbbing in time with my racing pulse.

The breeze off the empty fields brushed across my exposed skin, raising goosebumps even as sweat continued to bead between my breasts and down my spine.

Harpal (growling softly, beard scratching the sensitive skin behind my ear): Yeh mamme… kitne bhare hue hain. Bilkul doodh se tar. Kitne din se kisi ne inhe theek se masla nahi hoga?

His other hand dove between my thighs from the front. He pressed the heel of his palm hard against my mound—right over the seam that had already wedged itself deep into my slit. He rubbed upward in slow, firm strokes, the friction through the damp legging maddening, obscene. I could feel my own wetness soaking through the cotton of my panty, the fabric turning slick and clingy.

Harpal: Arre wah… poori tarah bheeg chuki hai yeh choot. Panties bhi feel ho rahi hain—geeli aur garam.

He delivered three sharp, ringing slaps to my right ass cheek—each one making the flesh jiggle violently, the sound cracking across the deserted road like a whip. The sting bloomed hot and bright, then sank into a deep, throbbing warmth.

Then—without warning—he hooked thick fingers into the back waistband of the leggings and yanked them down to mid-thigh in one brutal pull. The stretchy material bunched tight just below my ass, trapping my legs slightly apart. My white panty was now fully on display—crotch darkened to near-transparency, clinging obscenely to the swollen outline of my lips.

Harpal pulled the panty crotch aside roughly. The sudden rush of cool air against my dripping, exposed choot made me gasp. He ran two fingers along the length of my slit—slowly—collecting the slickness—then pushed them deep inside me in one smooth, relentless thrust.

I cried out—sharp, broken—as he curled them upward, stroking that spongy spot inside that made my thighs tremble and my toes curl in my sandals.

He finger-fucked me steadily—deep, wet, rhythmic—while his thumb found my clit and rubbed mercilessly in tight circles. The obscene squelching sound filled the quiet countryside, mingling with my helpless moans and the distant call of a peacock somewhere far off.

My hips rocked back against his hand despite every screaming instinct to stop.

Then he dropped to his knees behind me.

I felt the first hot puff of breath against my inner thighs—then the rough scrape of his beard. Then his tongue—broad, hot, wet—lapping a long, slow, deliberate stripe from my clit all the way up to the tight pucker of my asshole.

The sensation was overwhelming: heat, wetness, the tickle of coarse hairs, the faint scratch of his beard on tender skin. He ate me ravenously—long sloppy licks, sucking my swollen clit hard enough to make stars burst behind my closed eyelids, tongue pushing inside my dripping hole then flicking back up to circle my back entrance teasingly.

I came hard—violently—shuddering, thighs quaking, a long broken moan tearing from my throat as fresh wetness flooded his mouth and ran in warm rivulets down my inner thighs, soaking into the bunched leggings.

As the aftershocks still pulsed through me, I heard the unmistakable crunch of gravel under tires.

Mahesh’s car pulled up right behind us.

He stepped out slowly, boots hitting the ground with deliberate thuds.

Mahesh (voice thick with dark amusement): Wah Harpal… tune toh madam ko full taiyar kar diya! Mast shuruaat ki hai yaar.

Harpal rose, wiping his glistening mouth and beard with the back of one large hand.

Harpal: Haan dost… ab tu bhi aa ja. Dono milke is maal ko aaj poora lootenge.

My heart hammered so loudly I could feel it in my throat.

They had me pinned—naked from the waist up, leggings tangled around my thighs, body trembling and dripping.

And the most terrifying part?

The shameful, traitorous heat still coiling low in my belly told me I wasn’t ready for it to end.

Mahesh slammed the car door behind him with a metallic thud that echoed across the empty stretch of road. The late-afternoon sun had turned everything golden-orange, casting long shadows from the parked vehicles and painting our three figures in warm, almost surreal light. Dust motes danced lazily in the air between us.

He walked toward me slowly, deliberately, eyes raking over my body from head to toe. My orange top was still bunched around my shoulders, bra cups pulled down, heavy breasts hanging free and swaying slightly with each shaky breath. The leggings remained tangled around my mid-thighs, white panty pulled aside, my inner thighs glistening with my own release and Harpal’s saliva. The smell of sex—musky, salty, raw—hung thick in the warm air.

Mahesh stopped just inches away, close enough that I could smell the familiar cheap aftershave he always wore mixed with fresh sweat.

Mahesh (voice low and amused): Look at you, Anita… already a complete mess and we haven’t even started properly. Harpal, you really didn’t waste any time, did you?

Harpal chuckled, wiping his beard again with the back of his hand, still shiny from my juices.

Harpal: Why waste time, yaar? Madam was dripping the moment she came back up that slope. Couldn’t help myself.

Mahesh reached out and caught one of my swollen nipples between thumb and forefinger, rolling it slowly. The sudden pinch after Harpal’s rough treatment made me gasp sharply.

Mahesh: Did you enjoy your first taste of “advanced training,” Anita? Harpal’s tongue is famous in the garage, you know. Many ladies have learned a lot from it.

My face burned with shame, but the traitorous heat between my legs pulsed harder at his words. I tried to speak, voice coming out hoarse and trembling.

Me: Please… Mahesh… this is too much… I just came for driving lessons…

Mahesh laughed softly, the sound dark and knowing.

Mahesh: Driving lessons, yes. But you’re sitting on laps, wearing these skin-tight clothes, moaning like that… you knew exactly what kind of lesson this would turn into.

He stepped even closer, pressing his clothed body against my nearly naked one. I could feel the hard ridge of his erection through his pants pushing against my bare stomach. His hands slid down my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts, then lower, over the soft roll of my belly, until his fingers hooked into the stretched waistband of my leggings.

Mahesh: Let’s get these properly off. Can’t have you tripping while we teach you properly.

Together they worked—Harpal from behind, Mahesh from the front. They peeled the leggings the rest of the way down my legs, lifting one foot then the other until I stood completely bare except for the crumpled top still tangled around my upper arms and shoulders. The breeze felt shocking against my overheated, wet skin.

Harpal kicked my discarded clothes to the side, then pressed himself against my back. I felt the rough denim of his jeans and the heat of his thick erection trapped inside, grinding slowly against the cleft of my ass. Mahesh stayed in front, hands roaming freely over my breasts, squeezing, lifting, letting them drop heavily again and again.

Mahesh (murmuring against my lips): You’re so soft… so full… these tits were made to be played with.

He kissed me then—deep, possessive, tongue pushing past my lips without asking permission. I tasted engine oil and tobacco on him. Behind me, Harpal’s hands slid around my waist, one palm flattening against my lower belly while the other dipped between my thighs again, thick fingers sliding easily through my soaked folds.

Harpal (growling into my ear): Still so wet… this choot is hungry, Madam. Needs more than fingers now.

They guided me backward until the fronts of my thighs hit the warm hood of the car. Mahesh broke the kiss and pushed me down gently but firmly until I was lying on my back across the hood, legs dangling over the edge. The metal was hot against my spine and shoulder blades, almost burning, but the contrast with the cooling air on my front made every sensation sharper.

Mahesh stepped between my spread thighs, hands on my knees, pushing them wider apart. He looked down at my exposed, dripping sex with open hunger.

Mahesh: Beautiful… look how swollen you are already. Harpal really did a number on you.

Harpal moved to my head, standing above me so his crotch was level with my face. He unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, the metallic clink loud in the quiet countryside. Then the zipper—slow, rasping. He pulled his thick, heavy cock free. It sprang out, already leaking at the tip, darker and visibly thicker than Mahesh’s, veins standing out prominently along the shaft.

Harpal (stroking himself once, slowly): Open your mouth, Madam. Time to learn how to handle two teachers at once.

I hesitated only a second. Mahesh’s fingers suddenly pinched my inner thigh—sharp enough to make me yelp—and in that moment my lips parted. Harpal didn’t wait. He fed the fat head past my lips, stretching my mouth wide. The taste was strong—salty pre-cum, musk, a faint trace of soap. He didn’t push too deep at first, letting me adjust, but his hips rocked in shallow thrusts while one hand tangled in my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted.

At the same time, Mahesh dropped to his knees between my spread thighs. I felt his breath first—hot against my soaked core—then his tongue. Unlike Harpal’s hungry devouring, Mahesh was slower, more teasing. Long, flat licks from bottom to top, circling my clit without touching it directly until I was whimpering around Harpal’s cock.

Mahesh (muffled between my thighs): So sweet… you taste even better than yesterday.

He sucked my clit hard then, sudden and sharp. My hips bucked off the hood. Harpal groaned as my moan vibrated around his shaft.

They worked me in tandem—Harpal fucking my mouth with careful, controlled strokes, never deep enough to choke but deep enough to fill me completely; Mahesh eating me with focused intensity, two fingers sliding inside and curling upward while his tongue flicked relentlessly against my clit.

The sensations layered on top of each other: the hot metal under my back, the rough denim of Harpal’s jeans against my cheeks whenever he pushed forward, the wet sounds of Mahesh’s mouth between my legs, the salty taste flooding my tongue, the building pressure in my core that kept climbing and climbing.

I came again—harder this time—back arching off the hood, thighs clamping around Mahesh’s head, a muffled scream vibrating around Harpal’s cock. Fresh wetness flooded Mahesh’s mouth; he drank it greedily.

When the spasms finally eased, they didn’t give me time to recover.

Mahesh stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes glittering.

Mahesh: Now the real lesson begins.

Harpal pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening cock. He helped me sit up, then turned me around so I was bent over the hood again—breasts flattening against the still-warm metal, ass presented high.

Mahesh positioned himself behind me, rubbing the head of his cock through my soaked folds, coating himself.

Mahesh (voice rough): You ready for your teacher, Anita?

Before I could answer, he pushed in—slow at first, letting me feel every inch, then harder, deeper, until his hips met my ass with a soft slap.

I moaned long and low.

Behind me, I heard Harpal’s belt buckle again, then the rustle of clothes. He stepped closer, pressing his thick length against the cleft of my ass while Mahesh began to thrust—steady, deep, rhythmic.

Harpal (whispering hot against my ear): Don’t worry, Madam… your other hole will get its turn soon. But first… let’s see how much you can take from both of us.

Mahesh’s pace increased—harder, faster—the sound of skin slapping skin filling the air. Each thrust pushed my breasts against the hood, nipples scraping deliciously. Harpal’s hands roamed my back, my sides, squeezing my swaying breasts from behind, pinching my nipples in time with Mahesh’s strokes.

I was lost—body burning, mind blank except for the overwhelming sensation of being filled, used, claimed.

And they were only getting started.

The hood of the car was still radiating heat beneath my breasts and belly, a steady warmth that contrasted with the cooling evening breeze now brushing across my completely exposed back and ass. Every thrust from Mahesh sent fresh ripples through my body—my heavy breasts sliding forward and back across the smooth, slightly dusty metal, nipples scraping with each movement, raw and hypersensitive from all the earlier pinching and pulling.

Mahesh’s hands gripped my hips tightly, fingers digging into the soft flesh just above where the leggings had left faint red indentations. His pace was relentless now—deep, measured strokes that bottomed out every time, the wet slap of his pelvis against my ass echoing in the quiet countryside like a lewd metronome.

Mahesh (breathing hard, voice rough): God, Anita… you’re taking it so well… this choot is gripping me like it never wants to let go.

Behind me, Harpal had stepped even closer. His thick cock—still slick from my mouth—rested hot and heavy in the cleft of my ass cheeks. He didn’t push in yet; instead he rocked slowly, letting me feel the blunt head slide up and down between my cheeks, occasionally nudging against the tight ring of my back entrance, teasing without entering.

The dual sensation was overwhelming: Mahesh filling my pussy with every forward thrust, Harpal’s thick length sliding against my ass, promising more. My arms were stretched out in front of me, palms flat on the hood, fingers curling uselessly against the warm metal as wave after wave of pleasure-pain rolled through me.

Harpal leaned over my back, his broad chest pressing against my spine. I felt the coarse hair on his torso scratch against my sweat-slick skin. His beard brushed the back of my neck as he spoke low and dirty right into my ear.

Harpal: You like this, don’t you, Madam? Two men using you like this… right out here where anyone could drive by and see.

The thought sent a fresh gush of wetness around Mahesh’s cock. I whimpered—half denial, half helpless admission.

Me (voice broken, barely audible): Please… someone might…

Mahesh laughed darkly, slowing his thrusts just enough to make me feel every inch as he dragged out, then slammed back in.

Mahesh: That’s the best part, isn’t it? The risk. Makes it hotter. Makes you wetter.

He proved his point by reaching around and finding my clit with two fingers—rubbing fast, tight circles while he kept pounding into me. My legs shook; I would have collapsed if not for the car and the two strong bodies holding me in place.

Harpal’s hands slid up my sides, cupping both breasts from behind. He squeezed them hard, lifting and kneading, thumbs flicking over my aching nipples in time with Mahesh’s thrusts.

Harpal: These tits… so full and heavy. I could play with them all day.

Without warning he pinched both nipples sharply—hard enough to make me cry out. The sudden spike of pain blended with the building pleasure between my legs, pushing me dangerously close to the edge again.

Mahesh felt it—the way my inner walls fluttered and clenched around him.

Mahesh: She’s close again… fuck, she’s squeezing me so tight…

Harpal growled in approval.

Harpal: Then let’s give her what she needs.

Mahesh pulled out suddenly—leaving me empty and aching. Before I could protest, Harpal took his place. He was thicker—noticeably so—and when he pushed in, the stretch was intense, almost too much. I moaned long and low as he sank in inch by inch, hands gripping my hips even harder than Mahesh had.

Harpal (groaning): Fuck… so tight… even after Mahesh… this choot is perfect.

Once fully seated, he didn’t give me time to adjust. He started thrusting—harder, faster than Mahesh, each stroke making my whole body jolt forward against the hood. My breasts bounced heavily beneath me; the metal was now slick with my sweat.

Mahesh moved around to my head. He grabbed a fistful of my hair—gentle but firm—and tilted my face up. His cock—glistening with my juices—was right in front of my lips.

Mahesh: Open up, Anita. Clean your teacher properly.

I parted my lips automatically. He slid inside—slow at first, letting me taste myself on him—salty, musky, unmistakably aroused. He started fucking my mouth in shallow strokes, matching Harpal’s rhythm from behind.

The position was obscene: bent over a car hood in the middle of nowhere, one man pounding my pussy, the other using my mouth. My moans were muffled around Mahesh’s shaft; drool leaked from the corners of my lips, dripping down my chin.

They moved in perfect sync—when Harpal thrust deep, Mahesh pushed into my throat; when Harpal pulled back, Mahesh eased out just enough for me to breathe. The coordination was practiced, almost cruel in its precision.

My body was on fire. Every nerve ending seemed concentrated between my legs and in my mouth. The constant fullness, the slap of skin, the wet sounds, the smell of sex and sweat and engine oil—it all blended into one overwhelming wave.

Harpal reached around again, finding my clit once more. His thick fingers rubbed fast and rough—exactly the pressure I needed.

Harpal (panting): Come for us, Madam… come on my cock… let me feel this choot squeeze.

That was all it took.

The orgasm hit like a freight train—harder than any before. My whole body seized; my back arched, pushing my ass back against Harpal as my pussy clamped down rhythmically around him. I screamed around Mahesh’s cock—muffled, desperate—tears leaking from the corners of my eyes from the intensity.

Harpal groaned loudly, thrusts becoming erratic.

Harpal: Fuck… she’s coming… so tight… I’m gonna—

He slammed in one last time and held deep, cock pulsing as he emptied inside me—hot, thick spurts flooding my already soaked channel. I felt every jet, every twitch.

Mahesh wasn’t far behind. He pulled out of my mouth just in time, stroking himself fast. Hot ropes of cum landed across my back, my shoulders, even a few streaks landing in my hair. The warm, sticky fluid cooled quickly in the evening air.

For several long moments, the only sounds were our heavy breathing and the distant chirp of evening crickets.

Harpal slowly pulled out, a thick trickle of his cum immediately leaking down my inner thigh. Mahesh helped me stand—my legs were shaking so badly I nearly collapsed. He held me against his chest while Harpal retrieved a rag from the car and gently—surprisingly gently—wiped the worst of the mess from my back and thighs.

Mahesh (softly, almost tender): You did so well, Anita… such a good student.

Harpal handed me my crumpled orange top and the leggings.

Harpal: Better get dressed before someone actually does drive by. Though… I wouldn’t mind an audience next time.

I dressed in silence, fingers trembling. The leggings felt obscene now—stained, stretched out of shape, clinging even more tightly to my soaked, swollen sex. The top was wrinkled and damp with sweat and traces of cum.

Mahesh checked his watch.

Mahesh: We still have a little time before you need to meet Meenakshi. Let’s take a short drive… give you a chance to catch your breath.

They helped me into the passenger seat of Mahesh’s car—Harpal took the back. Mahesh drove slowly down the empty road, windows down, cool evening air rushing in.

No one spoke for several minutes.

Then Mahesh glanced sideways at me, a small smile playing on his lips.

Mahesh: Tomorrow is your last day here, Anita. We need to make it… memorable. I’ve got something special planned for the final lesson.

My heart gave a hard thud—fear, anticipation, shameful excitement all twisted together.

Me (whispering): What… what do you mean?

Mahesh’s smile widened.

Mahesh: You’ll see. Just wear something easy to take off… and don’t wear panties.

Harpal chuckled from the back seat.

Harpal: And bring that hungry little choot ready, Madam. We’re going to ruin you properly tomorrow.

I stared out the window at the darkening sky, body still humming, mind spinning.

One more day.

One final lesson.

And I wasn’t sure anymore whether I was praying for it to end… or begging for it to last forever.

The drive back toward Gangu kuwa point was slow, almost dreamlike. Mahesh kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting casually high on my right thigh, fingers occasionally tracing lazy circles over the damp, stretched fabric of the leggings. Every gentle press reminded me of how swollen and sensitive my inner lips still were—each tiny movement sent a soft, liquid ripple through my core. Harpal sat in the back, quiet for once, but I could feel his eyes on the back of my neck, heavy and patient.

My body hadn’t come down yet.  
My breasts ached sweetly where they brushed the inside of the crumpled orange top—nipples still puffy and tender, every breath making them drag lightly against cotton. Between my legs, Harpal’s thick release continued to slowly leak out, warm and slippery, soaking into the crotch of my panty and making the seam of the leggings cling even more obscenely with every shift of my hips on the seat. The wet heat pooled under me, creating a slick little puddle I could feel whenever I moved.

When we finally pulled over near the meeting point—still hidden from the main road—Mahesh killed the engine. Silence settled, broken only by the ticking of the cooling motor and the soft rustle of evening wind through dry grass.

Mahesh turned toward me, eyes dark and calm.

Mahesh: We still have twenty minutes before Meenakshi expects you. Enough time for a small… revision class. Just the three of us. No rush.

I swallowed. My throat was still raw from taking both of them in my mouth earlier; the faint salty aftertaste lingered on my tongue.

Me (voice small, trembling): What… what kind of revision?

Harpal leaned forward from the back seat, forearms resting on the front seats, close enough that I could smell the lingering musk of my own arousal on his beard.

Harpal: The kind where we make sure every part of you remembers us tomorrow.

Mahesh reached over and gently tugged the hem of my top upward. I didn’t resist. The fabric peeled away from my damp skin with a soft, wet sound. Cool air kissed my bare breasts immediately; my nipples tightened into hard, aching points at the sudden exposure.

Mahesh cupped both breasts from underneath, lifting them slowly, letting their heavy weight settle into his palms. His thumbs brushed the undersides—slow, feather-light strokes that made the tender skin there flutter. Then he dragged his thumbs upward, circling the dark areolas without touching the nipples yet, teasing the swollen peaks until I was breathing in shallow little pants.

Mahesh (softly): Feel that? How full they are… how sensitive. They’ve been begging for proper attention all day.

He finally brushed the very tips—barely a graze—and my whole chest lifted toward his hands with a helpless little arch. When he finally closed his fingers around each nipple and tugged gently, a long, liquid moan spilled from my throat. The pull traveled straight down my belly, pooling hot and heavy between my legs.

Harpal reached around from behind, his big hands joining Mahesh’s. Four hands on my breasts now—kneading, lifting, rolling the soft flesh, occasionally pinching just enough to send bright sparks of pleasure-pain racing through me. My nipples throbbed in time with my heartbeat, so engorged they felt almost too full, every touch sending warm pulses deep into my core.

Mahesh leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth—warm, wet suction followed by slow circles of his tongue. The contrast of heat and cool air when he released it made me whimper. Harpal mirrored him on the other side, beard scratching deliciously against the tender skin around my areola while his tongue lapped broad, lazy strokes over the peak.

I was melting—liquid heat dripping steadily from my choot now, soaking through panty and legging, creating a slippery mess between my thighs.

Mahesh lifted his head, lips shiny.

Mahesh: Lie back, Anita. Let us take care of the rest.

They helped me recline the passenger seat as far as it would go. My legs were lifted, knees bent, feet resting on the dashboard. The position opened me completely—leggings stretched tight across my mound, the dark wet patch clearly visible.

Harpal hooked two fingers into the waistband at my hips and slowly peeled the leggings down again, dragging them over the curve of my ass, down my thighs, until they bunched at my knees. The soaked panty came next—peeled away with deliberate care. Cool air hit my drenched, puffy sex and I shivered violently.

My lips were swollen, dark pink, glistening. A thick strand of mixed arousal and Harpal’s earlier release stretched and broke as my legs were spread wider.

Harpal inhaled deeply, eyes half-lidded.

Harpal: Smells like pure sex… so ripe.

Mahesh slid one finger along my slit—slow, collecting the slickness—then brought it to my lips.

Mahesh: Taste yourself, Anita. Taste how ready you are.

I parted my lips; he slipped the finger inside. I sucked instinctively—salty, musky, sweet. My own flavor coated my tongue while Mahesh watched with dark satisfaction.

Then they moved lower.

Mahesh settled between my thighs on the car floorboard—awkward but determined. He spread me open with gentle thumbs, exposing every inch of my soaked folds. His breath ghosted over my clit first—warm, teasing—then the flat of his tongue dragged upward in one long, luxurious lick from entrance to hood.

The sensation was electric: hot, wet velvet stroking over my most sensitive nerves. My hips lifted off the seat involuntarily.

Mahesh didn’t rush. He lapped slowly, savoring—circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, then flattening it to press hard against the swollen bud, then dipping lower to push inside me, tasting the mixture of my arousal and Harpal’s cum.

Every movement was deliberate, designed to make me feel everything: the soft drag of his tongue, the gentle suction when he pulled my clit between his lips, the tiny flicks that made my thighs tremble uncontrollably.

Harpal, meanwhile, returned to my breasts—kneading, licking, sucking, occasionally biting just enough to make me gasp into the humid air of the car. His rough beard scraped deliciously against the tender undersides, sending shivers racing across my skin.

The twin sensations layered and built—Mahesh’s mouth working my sex with patient, devastating skill; Harpal lavishing my breasts until they felt impossibly swollen and heavy with need.

I came like that—slowly at first, then all at once—back arching off the reclined seat, thighs clamping around Mahesh’s head, a long, shuddering moan pouring from my throat as wave after wave rolled through me. My inner walls pulsed, fresh wetness flooding Mahesh’s tongue.

They didn’t stop.

Mahesh kept licking—gentler now, bringing me down slowly—while Harpal kissed and soothed my breasts with soft, wet presses of his lips.

When my breathing finally steadied, Mahesh lifted his head, chin shiny.

Mahesh: One more small lesson before we let you go.

He helped me sit up, then guided me to straddle his lap in the passenger seat—facing him, legs spread wide over his thighs. Harpal stayed behind, kneeling on the seat, chest pressed to my back.

Mahesh freed his cock—hard again, slick from earlier—and guided me down slowly. The stretch was exquisite—slow, deep, filling every inch of me until I was seated completely, his pubic bone pressed against my oversensitive clit.

I whimpered at the fullness.

Harpal reached around from behind, fingers finding my clit again—rubbing slow, slippery circles while Mahesh began to rock gently beneath me—tiny thrusts that barely moved but pressed everywhere inside.

The combination was devastating: the deep, intimate fullness of Mahesh inside me, the perfect pressure on my clit from Harpal’s fingers, the warmth of both their bodies surrounding me.

They moved together—slow, sensual, focused entirely on drawing out every last tremor of pleasure. No rush. No cruelty. Just relentless, tender intensity.

I came again—quietly this time, shuddering in their arms, face buried in Mahesh’s neck as the softest, longest orgasm of the day rolled through me like warm honey.

When it finally ebbed, they held me there—still joined, still surrounded—until my breathing returned to normal.

Mahesh kissed my temple.

Mahesh (whispering): Tomorrow… we finish what we started. Properly. All three of us. No holding back.

Harpal pressed a soft kiss to the back of my neck.

Harpal: Wear something pretty… but easy to remove. We want to unwrap you slowly.

They helped me dress again—gentle hands smoothing the ruined leggings back up my legs, tugging the top down over my tender breasts.

When I finally stepped out to meet Meenakshi, my legs were unsteady, my body humming with afterglow, and the taste of all three of us still lingered on my tongue.

One more day.

One final lesson.

And this time… they promised to make every inch of me remember.

The morning light came gentle and forgiving, slipping through the small window of the ashram room like a quiet promise. I woke with the strange sensation that my body remembered everything while my heart was still deciding how to feel about it.

There was no panic. No desperate rush to wash away yesterday. Just a soft, persistent warmth that lingered in the hollow of my throat, behind my knees, between my ribs—a warmth that felt less like shame and more like evidence that I had been truly seen, even if only for a handful of reckless days.

Meenakshi was already sitting cross-legged on her mat when I opened my eyes. She looked at me for a long moment, reading something in my face that I hadn’t yet named.

Meenakshi (very softly): You don’t have to go today, Madam. We can find another way. I don’t want you to carry more than you already have.

I reached across the narrow space between our mats and took her hand.

Me: I’m not carrying anything I didn’t choose to pick up. Today I finish what I started… not because I’m forced, but because I want the story to have an ending I can live with.

She searched my eyes again, then nodded once—slow, solemn, trusting.

When she helped me dress, she chose differently this time. A pale sea-green anarkali that flowed softly over my curves, modest yet graceful, the dupatta light enough to slip from my shoulders with the smallest movement. Underneath, nothing at all. The cotton brushed my skin like a secret shared between us, and when I looked in the small, cracked mirror, I didn’t see a woman being punished. I saw someone who had walked into fire and come out carrying her own light.

Mahesh’s car waited at the usual place. Harpal sat in the back today, quiet, almost reverent. When I slid into the passenger seat, neither of them spoke immediately. Mahesh simply looked at me—really looked—and something in his expression softened into something almost tender.

Mahesh (quietly): You look like someone who’s already decided how this ends.

I gave the smallest smile.

Me: Maybe I have.

They didn’t take me to the roadside or the abandoned fields this time.

Instead they drove to the little farmhouse again—the same one with the creaking fan and the mango trees heavy with fruit. But today the door was already open, a small brass diya burning on the wooden table, two more unlit beside it. Someone had swept the floor. A thin cotton sheet had been spread over the charpoy, clean and white.

It felt like preparation. Like ceremony.

They didn’t speak at first. Mahesh came to me slowly, fingers brushing the side of my face before he lifted the dupatta away. Harpal stepped behind me and gathered my hair gently over one shoulder, pressing the lightest kiss to the nape of my neck.

Piece by piece, they undressed me—not with hunger, but with care. Each fold of cloth that fell away felt like permission to breathe more deeply. When I stood bare before them in the soft morning light, they didn’t rush to touch. They simply looked—long, quiet gazes that felt more intimate than any caress.

Mahesh (voice low, almost reverent): You’re more beautiful today than any day before… because you’re choosing this.

They guided me to the charpoy. I lay back, and they knelt on either side of me—not like conquerors, but like keepers of something fragile and precious.

Mahesh began at my feet—slow kisses along the arch, the ankle, the inside of my calf. Each press of lips felt like gratitude. Harpal mirrored him from the other side, his beard softer today, almost careful, as though he understood this was goodbye.

They moved upward together—kissing calves, knees, the tender skin of inner thighs—until their mouths met at my center. First one tongue, then the other, then both—slow, worshipful strokes that made my back arch in quiet surrender. There was no hurry to make me come. They simply stayed, tasting, breathing me in, letting me feel every gentle lap, every warm exhale against my most vulnerable place.

When the first climax came, it arrived like dawn—soft, inevitable, spreading through me in long, liquid waves that left me trembling and tearful, not from pain, but from the sudden understanding that I had been loved in this moment, exactly as I was.

They changed places many times—never rushing, never demanding. Mouths on breasts, fingers tracing collarbones, palms smoothing over belly and hips. At some point I sat up and took them in turn—slowly, reverently—tasting salt and skin and quiet gratitude on my tongue.

When they finally entered me, it was together again, but slower, deeper, more connected.

Mahesh beneath me, filling me from the front with careful, rolling thrusts. Harpal behind, easing into my back passage with infinite patience, pausing every few seconds to kiss my shoulder, to whisper against my ear that I was safe, that I was perfect, that they would never forget this.

They moved as one slow tide—gentle rocking, shared breath, hands everywhere: holding my waist, cradling my breasts, threading fingers through mine. No slapping. No roughness. Just the quiet, profound intimacy of three bodies remembering each other one last time.

I came twice more—once quietly, face buried in Mahesh’s neck, tears slipping onto his skin; once more powerfully, back arched between them, a long, broken sound of release and farewell.

When they followed, it was deep inside me—warm pulses that felt like promises they would never speak aloud.

Afterward we lay tangled together on the narrow charpoy, breathing in rhythm, skin cooling slowly in the fan’s lazy breeze. No one spoke for a long time.

Eventually Mahesh reached across me to the small table and picked up the familiar envelope. He placed it in my palm, closing my fingers around it.

Mahesh (voice thick): Everything. Every copy. Every trace. It’s yours to keep… or burn. We won’t ever ask for anything again.

Harpal pressed his forehead to the back of my shoulder.

Harpal (barely audible): Thank you… for letting us see you like this. For trusting us with the real you.

I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of the envelope, the warmth of their bodies, the soft ache of everything we’d shared.

Me (whispering): I thought I came here to save Meenakshi.  
But maybe… I came to save some part of myself too.

They helped me dress one last time—slow, careful touches, little kisses pressed to wrists, collarbones, eyelids. When the anarkali was back in place, Mahesh tied the dupatta around my shoulders like a blessing.

They drove me back to the ashram in near silence. When we reached the meeting point, Meenakshi was waiting under the big banyan tree, eyes wide and shining.

I stepped out, envelope in hand.

Me: It’s over. All of it.

She ran to me and held me so tightly I could feel her heartbeat against mine. Behind us, Mahesh and Harpal waited until I turned.

I looked at them—really looked—and felt something tender and final settle inside my chest.

Me (quietly): Thank you… for giving me back my own story.

Mahesh inclined his head, eyes suspiciously bright.

Mahesh: Safe journey home, Anita.

Harpal lifted a hand—small, almost shy.

Harpal: Be happy.

I watched their car disappear down the dusty road until it was only a shimmer of heat and memory.

That evening, Meenakshi and I sat beside the small fire pit behind the ashram. One by one we fed the tape and every copy into the flames. They burned quickly, curling into ash that lifted on the night breeze.

When the last spark died, Meenakshi leaned her head on my shoulder.

Meenakshi: You’re free now, Madam.

I looked up at the stars—bright, countless, indifferent—and felt something inside me loosen at last.

Me (softly): I think… I was always free.  
I just needed to remember what freedom feels like.

The next morning I boarded the train to Varanasi.

I carried no secrets heavier than the ordinary ones every woman carries.  
I carried the memory of hands that had held me like something precious.  
Of mouths that had spoken to my body in a language of reverence.  
Of two men who, in the end, chose to set me free rather than keep me captive.

And somewhere, deep in the quiet spaces of my heart, I kept a small, private flame—not of shame, but of gratitude.

Because for a handful of reckless, radiant days,  
I had been utterly wanted,  
completely seen,  
and—against all expectation—  
gently, fiercely, loved.

And that, I understood at last,  
was not something to be burned away.

It was something to carry home.

Quietly.  
Proudly.  
Forever.