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The memory of a tall man in a top hat menaced Hansika as she woke from a deep sleep. Her eyes opened with a start. She put her hand on her husband's strong chest and felt him sleeping soundly. Her heartbeat slowed. Then, without a thought, she was out of bed and up on her feet. She tugged at the hem of the oversized t-shirt she slept in and wandered toward the bedroom door.

There was something. Something out in the hall. Hansika had to look and see. She struggled with the doorknob, vision still blurred from sleep. She got the door open and stepped into the hall. Ganesh and Anushka's bedroom door stood open, which was odd. Then she heard something down at the other end of the hall. Hansika rubbed her eyes, but couldn't quite make out what she was seeing in the gloom. Two people seemed to stand in the shadows very close together. What were they doing?

This house had creeped Hansika out from the start. But as her vision cleared, creepy turned to something more daunting. A pit formed in her stomach. That couldn't be her mother-in-law down at the other end of the hall? Hansika squinted at the figures and decided it was. There stood Anushka pressed up against a shorter man. They embraced. Oh, my God. As her eyes took in more of the spectacle, she realized she was seeing Krishan and Anushka kissing like a couple of lovebirds.

"Stop, that's ... that's ... just stop," Hansika tried to shout at them, but her words came out a garbled, scratchy whisper. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this kind of shock. How could she?

The lovers at the end of the hall seemed to float further away. Hansika took an unsteady step. She needed to put an end to this. But everything turned darker. She realized she was going to faint.

Out of the darkness, a naked, woman strode toward Hansika. The woman's hair flowed down around her shoulders and she cradled her pale, bulging belly. "The bond, the pact, the contract made," the woman said. "We **censored** and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation, good Hansika."

"What? No," Hansika croaked. The whole world slipped. She took one more step and toppled over onto the cold hardwood. In the bedrooms on either side of her, Ganesh and Karun slept soundly. Sprawled in the hall, Hansika found a cold, dreamless sleep, too.

~~

Neither Krishan nor Anushka noticed Hansika at the other end of the hall. They were too caught up with each other. Even as the young woman fell to the floor, they didn't hear or see her.

"Mmmmmpphhh." Anushka broke the kiss with her son. "We have to stop." She looked down to see the flannel shirt had fallen open and her breasts were now exposed.

"A little more, Mom. Please?" Krishan bent a little, leaned forward, and took her warm nipple into his mouth. He rolled it around with his tongue.

"Oooooohhhhhhhhh." Anushka cradled his head with her left hand, pushing him up against her boob. "Okay, sweetie. Just a little more."

Krishan pulled off her shirt and moved his hands to her hips. He maneuvered her backwards down the hall and then into his bedroom. All the while, sucking her breast. He closed his door with his foot and pushed her back to his bed. When they arrived, Anushka fell backwards onto the sheets.

"We can't keep doing this, Krishan." Anushka leaned up on her elbows and watched Krishan pull off his tight boxers. Seeing that long, fat penis with all its bulging veins and its discolored head made Anushka wonder how she wasn't frightened of the thing. She should have been frightened. But instead, all she felt was awe and longing.

"I know we can't keep doing this, Mom." Krishan felt in control as he looked down at her curving body. Her tits hung out to the sides perfectly. Her hips arched out with extraordinary grace from her waist. He could just see the top of her brown bush as she pressed her legs together. "But we should enjoy this thing we have for at least a little while longer. there is nothing better for a man than to eat and drink and tell himself that his labor is good. Right?" Krishan spread her legs and dropped to his knees on the floor next to his bed. He pulled her panties aside and gazed with reverence at the protruding pussy lips.

"What does Ecclesiastes have to do with ... oh ... oh ... oooohhhhhhhh." Anushka threw her head back on the mattress as her son's tongue explored her vagina. "Oh, gosh, Krish. You're ... eating and drinking meeeeeeee." An orgasm rapidly approached. How had she lived her whole life without asking anyone to go down on her? How would she live the rest of her life once her family went back to normal? Would Ganesh do this for her? "You're going to ... make me ... explode." Anushka's whole body trembled and she gripped the sheets tightly with fists on either side of her hips. If his tongue felt this good inside her and on her lips, what would it be like if and when he found her clit? Anushka couldn't fathom it. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh." Her eyes lost focus and she came on Krishan's tongue, her hips bucking on the mattress.

Hearing his mom squeal out her orgasm, Krishan lifted his head and wiped off his mouth. He roughly maneuvered the quivering Anushka into the middle of the bed, got between her legs, and lined up his cock. Some part of his mind called out to him to quit this while he still could. But those thoughts were drowned out by the pulsing, howling animal id that urged him on. Watching her slick entrance, he slipped the head of his dick inside her and smiled at how it so easily distorted her pussy.

 

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"Krish, are we ...?" Anushka came down from her orgasm to find herself pinned by Krishan's monster. He was going to mate her again, and there was nothing she could do about it. The penis sunk into her, and she found that there was nothing she wanted to do about it. He filled her up so perfectly. As his balls came to rest on her butt, she felt the tip of his thing nudging at her very soul. "If we keep doing ... it ... we'll never be able ... to stop." Anushka grunted and felt that magical tool slide in and out of her. "How does this keep ... happening?"

"I don't know, Mom." Krishan looked down into her soft, brown eyes with pure adoration as he pumped her pussy. "But I love you." He knew in that moment that whatever Nayanthara gave him, or any other women that came into his life in the years ahead, nothing could replicate the pure rapture of bonding with his mother.

"I love you ... so much ... Krish. I would do ... anything ... mmmmppphhhh." Her words were lost as his handsome face descended and he kissed her again. Their bellies slapped together, his trim and flat, hers more supple and curved. Ganesh had never kissed her with such passion or longing. Oh, no, poor Ganesh. The thought of her husband was almost enough to break the spell. But then Krishan rolled his tongue around hers and shoved her organs around with his tool, and she lost herself in rapture again.

Krishan broke their kiss and lifted himself up so he could look down on Anushka again. He placed his hands behind her knees and held her legs open. He could see Anushka's belly bulging with each stroke. It was mesmerizing. "Look, Mom. Look what I'm doing to you."

"What?" Anushka looked up at him and saw where he was looking. She lifted her head and looked past her wobbling breasts down to her tummy. "Oh, gosh ... Oh, gosh. How can that ... be?" She could see his thing protruding underneath her flesh as he bottomed out each time. The sight of her deforming belly sent her over the edge. She lost herself in another orgasm.

More than twenty minutes, and several orgasms later, Anushka sensed that Krishan was close. "Not ... uh ... uh ... inside." Anushka opened her eyes and looked up as Krishan still held her legs, sweat dripping off his nose and landing on her chest. She scarcely recognized his cute, sweet face as it twisted with purpose and desire. "Not ... inside ... please."

"Okay." Krishan pulled out of her and fapped his dick for all he was worth. He looked down at Anushka, her hair damp with sweat, her mouth hanging open with something akin to reverence, her breasts heaving with each breath. "You're ... so ... perfect ... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh." Cum blasted out of him and sailed through the air. It splashed down on her boobs, stomach, face, and hair.

Anushka closed her eyes and accepted his seed all over her. There was so much of it. She felt spurt after spurt land and she listened as Krishan's groans died down. Eventually, he finished and she wiped the sperm out of her eyes. "You are some sort of miracle, Krishan." She opened her eyes and was happy to see the look of complete satisfaction on his face.

"I'm so lucky, to have you." Krishan slumped forward. He didn't care if she was covered in his cum. He wanted to lay his head on her breast, have her arms surround him, and drift off to sleep.

"No you don't, mister." Anushka held up a hand and caught his chest, stopping him from lying down. "If we fall asleep in here ..." She looked down at herself. "... covered in your stuff ..." She sat up and moved to the side of the bed. "... someone is going to catch us." She stood and held her hand out to him. "We're lucky this is such a large house and the family members are heavy sleepers. It's shower time, pumpkin. Let's get cleaned off."

"Sure, Mom." Krishan took her hand and let her lead him across the hall into the bathroom.

Of course, Anushka shouldn't have been surprised by what happened next. Once the shower was going, and they were rubbing each other's bodies with soap, things got out of hand. Anushka found herself on her knees lovingly sucking Krishan's thing. The young man could just keep going and going. After a while, he unloaded in her mouth. She devoured all his salty seed.

They finished cleaning and each went back to their own bed. Anushka curled up on her side next to her warm husband, her vagina stretched and her belly full of semen. How had it come to this? How was she going to rein them in? She drifted off to sleep thinking about her crazy day. Her son had taken her twice and she had loved every second of it.

~~

Ganesh sat on a horse, the saddle creaking under him as he adjusted his weight. He'd never ridden a horse before, so it was odd to sit on one. Before him a wide dirt road wended off through the prairie. His horse shuffled its feet with anxiety as it waited.

Behind him, the sound of hooves appeared and gradually grew louder. Ganesh turned his head to see a man in a top hat riding a midnight black horse up the long road. The man pulled the reins and stopped next to Ganesh. The horse and the man were quite large. So much so that Ganesh had to look up to see the man's pallid face. Ganesh's gaze hung on the dark drooping mustache and then moved up to his eyes. Ganesh had never seen eyes so devoid of light.

"You're a fool." The man's voice was slow and gruff. He brushed at the lapel of his long, velvet jacket.

"Why?" Ganesh wanted to ride away from the man, but he didn't know how to make his horse move.

"You countenance the buck's face." He leaned forward and offered a grim smile.

"What?" Ganesh gulped and felt his throat constrict.

"Horns." The man shook his head and his smile drooped along with his mustache. "They saddle you with horns. They do it right under your nose."

"Who?" Ganesh wasn't usually a monosyllabic kind of person, but this man brought it out in him.

 

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"Who am I?" The man reached up and briefly tipped his top hat at Ganesh. "Mr. Vinay at your service." His smile did not return. "Heed me. Or become the gelding." Vinay's eyes absorbed more and more light as darkness fell around them.

Soon, shadows spread across the prairie. Ganesh kicked his horse but it wouldn't budge. Vinay leaned toward him with malevolence written all over his stony face. Ganesh screamed and the dark moved upon him. There was nothing but black.

"No." Ganesh sat up in bed with real fear in his heart. Cool morning sunlight fell in through his bedroom window. He put out his hand and felt his wife's reassuring warmth next to him. Just a dream. Well, not a dream really. More of a nightmare. Maybe there was something to Anushka's fears about this house. Ganesh decided to be more supportive of his wife.

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When Hansika woke, she expected to find herself on the cold hallway floor. But instead, she was snug in the guest bed next to Karun. She peeked out from under the covers and could see their bedroom door firmly shut.

What a strange dream. Like in all dreams, things that made sense in the dead of night now seemed absurd. Anushka kissing her own son? That was crazy. And a naked lady roaming the halls talking about deals? That was bonkers. Hansika sighed and stretched.

There was one thing she couldn't quite figure out. Given that she'd dreamed about upsetting, perverted, and morally reprehensible things, why was her pussy so wet? As she fell back asleep, she pondered that fact. No answers came to her.

~~

Sunday afternoon rolled around and the family loitered in the main living room.

"The pastor said the temple doesn't acknowledge ghosts or demons." Ganesh sat on the couch and watched his wife. She was still wearing saree with a cardigan over it. Ganesh eyed the little peep hole that her bust . Her breasts looked ... bigger. "According to him, they don't exist."

"Okay." Anushka nodded. "I just think we need to follow up with somebody else. There has to be someone there that can help us."

"No more Samatars?" Shriya sat cross-legged on the floor.

"No, we'll have them back, too." Anushka nodded. "I just want to get as much help as our budget will allow."

"What's our budget?" Shriya was surprised they had money for this.

"Well ..." Anushka coughed. "Zero?"

"Maybe we could put a few thousands into this," Ganesh said.

Anushka smiled at her husband and mouthed thank you. "Speaking of the Samatars, I've been meaning to ask who removed the symbol by the locked door?"

Hansika raised her hand on the end of the couch. "The sugar on the floor? I accidently stepped on that, so I cleaned it up."

"It was salt." Anushka eyed her daughter-in-law. The woman seemed even more shy around her than usual. "Did you clean any other symbols?"

Hansika shook her head.

"Well, I know it was an accident, but I'd like us all to leave the symbols be. Okay?" Anushka sighed. She wondered if that destroyed symbol was why Nayanthara was free to move about the house last night.

"Great job." Karun glared at his wife. "I told you Mom wanted to leave those things where they were." Karun reclined in a plush chair and moved his eyes back to his phone. "So, you're serious about these ghosts, Mom? Are you into this too, Dad?"

"Well, I want to make everyone comfortable." Ganesh nodded. "And I have had some odd feelings in this house."

Hansika felt bad about upsetting Anushka and her husband. Her confusion about the conversation just added to her stress. Tears filled her eyes. She stood and rushed out of the room. She still had on her saree. The hem of it swished behind her as she moved. She stopped in the hallway and waited, hoping her husband would come to check and see if she was okay. When he didn't come out, tears really began flowing down her cheeks. She put her hands on her face and walked past the front door and eventually turned into the library. She found a comfortable chair and sat down. She felt so fragile since that crazy dream last night.

"Don't worry, dearie. They'll forgive you." A soft woman's voice carried through the room.

Hansika was suddenly very aware how little attention she'd **censored** her surroundings as she walked into the library. She removed her hands from her watery, eyes and brushed her blonde hair away from her face. Across from her in a chair sat a woman in a long, flowing dress. The woman sat very straight, and watched her with an expectant smile. Hansika took in the woman's hair, freckles, and swollen belly. It was the lady from her dream. Was she dreaming again?

"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it." The woman's smile was sympathetic and reassuring. " Anyway, Anushka will forgive your little cleaning spree. As for me, I'd like to thank you. You've done me a service and I intend to make recompense." The woman tilted her head and winked a green eye at Hansika.

"Who are you?" Hansika realized she'd been holding her breath. She exhaled.

"I am Mrs. Nayanthara ." Nayanthara's smile broadened. Her face filled with warmth and generosity.

Hansika's tears dried. "I married Karun. I'm Hansika."

"A splendid acquaintance met." Nayanthara looked at a book she held open in her lap. "This is First Love . Do you know it?"

"I ... I ... don't read very much." Hansika started to feel faint again.

"A pity. A lovely woman reintroduced it to me recently." Nayanthara brushed her fingertip along the page, looking for a particular line. "I do believe it played a not inconsequential part in her fall."

"Her fall?" Hansika couldn't understand what was happening.

"Ah, here it is." Nayanthara read aloud, "No! I cannot love people whom I find that I look down on. I need someone who would himself master me, but then, goodness me, I shall never come across anyone like that. I will never fall into anybody's clutches, never, never." Nayanthara looked up from the book. "That is you, is it not? You looked to your good husband to master you, but he cannot. You seek to fall into someone's clutches, but fear opportunities passed."

"Karun?" Hansika rubbed at her temples. "No. He ... I mean ... yes ... he takes care of me."

"You missed the mark when you picked him, but not by much. Where Karun fails another would succeed."

"Krishan?" Hansika arched her eyebrows in disbelief. "You're crazy. He's like my little brother."

"I can give you everything you've missed by wedding the lesser, dearie." Nayanthara closed the book and leaned in her chair closer to Hansika. "Pleasure you hadn't dreamed of. Belonging. Protection. You need only make the bond. You see, we **censored** and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation."

"I don't know what that means." Hansika instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, closing herself off to this woman.

 

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"It means." Nayanthara stood, walked over to Hansika, and lightly touched her pink cheek with a frigid finger. "If you say yes to my offer, I will change your life for the better. Do say yes."

"No."

"Very well." Nayanthara dropped her hand and walked toward the door. "I thought you might have better sense than that." She stopped in the doorway and looked back. "I've had a thought. Let me give you a little taste of the world on the other side." Nayanthara chuckled to herself and disappeared down the hall.

~~

Krishan had watched Hansika leave the living room. He could tell she was crying, but no one else seemed to notice or care. He sat and listened to his family discuss how to rid the house of its haunting, but he stayed silent. The last thing he wanted was a successful exorcism.

After a while, Krishan stood and quietly exited the room. No one seemed to notice his exit either. He walked down the hall, checking rooms. Hansika's beauty and her pitying kindness toward Krishan made her difficult to talk to. But he did want to check on her.

The library was where he finally found Hansika. She was sitting in an armchair and looking at the old faded wallpaper above the bookshelves.

Krishan entered the room. "Hansika?"

"Jeez." Hansika gave a start and looked over at him. "You surprised me, Krishan." Her eyes were red from crying and she had a far-off expression as she watched him approach. Black mascara ran down her cheeks.

"Are you okay?" Krishan stopped next to her chair. He put his hands behind his back and clasped them. He could feel how sweaty his palms were.

"I thought Karun was coming for me, but it was you. Karun can be so stupid." Hansika waved her hand dismissively at Krishan, but accidently brushed the bulge in his pants with her wedding ring. "Oh, sorry." She pulled her hand back like it had been bitten by a snake.

"It's okay." But it wasn't. Krishan could feel his dick swelling. "It was an accident."

Like iron to a magnet, Hansika's eyes locked in on the bulge in Krishan's pants. "It's so odd. You're so different from your brother. In every way."

"How so?" Krishan's breath came in short gasps. He looked down at her ample cleavage, exposed from his angle standing above her.

"Just that. That's all." Hansika caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She saw Nayanthara reenter the library and shut the door behind her. "Krishan. I don't mean to alarm you, but there's a strange woman in here with us. I think I'm dreaming. I had the strangest dream last night, and now here I am again. I must have fallen asleep in this chair."

Krishan looked over his shoulder. "That's just. Nayanthara. She's friendly, don't worry." He made eye contact with Nayanthara and nodded encouragement at him. Krishan knew what that meant. He had a chance with Hansika. His anxiety spiked as he thought about his mother's disapproval and Karun's probable homicidal reaction. Nayanthara nodded again and gave him a smile that filled him with confidence. It would be okay. His anxiety melted away.

"Oh, silly me." Hansika giggled. She watched Nayanthara find a seat on the other side of the room and then she looked back at Krishan's pants. "Since this is a dream, can I get another look at it? Ever since we all saw it that one day, I just keep ... wondering ..."

"This isn't a dream." Krishan unclasped his hands and unbuttoned his pants. His trembling fingers made the task difficult, but he managed it and dropped his pants.

"That's just what a dream would say." Hansika giggled again. She reached out and flipped his blue tie over his shoulder. Shen then pulled down his underwear. She gasped when she beheld the rigid dick that sprung out. "I ... I knew it was big ... but ... oh my God." She reached out a finger to touch the purple head. It was spongy, yet firm. She withdrew her finger and looked at the white mark she'd made there quickly disappear. Clear liquid dribbled from his little hole. So much precum. "It looks so ... aggressive. I wonder what it looks like in real life." She leaned back in her chair. "Okay, that's enough. You can put it away now."

"Really?" Krishan pressed his lips together in disappointment.

"I promised you a taste," Nayanthara said from across the room. "Have your taste, dearie."

"Um ... even in a dream ... I don't think I should." But she leaned over and licked the head with her tongue. It was salty, warm, and ... powerful. Before she knew it, she had the whole head in her mouth, swirling her tongue round and round.

"You grab a bull by the horns, Mrs. Anderson." Nayanthara reclined in her seat, the slightest smile touching her pink lips. "You grab young Krishan by the ..."

With the head still in her mouth, Hansika reached out and took hold of Krishan's balls. "Uuuuuuuggggghhhh." She was surprised by their size and weight. How much cum did he have stored in there? Hansika's shoulders shuddered as she thought about what it would be like to find out.

"You're so perfect, Hansika. Why do you always take Karun's side?" Krishan looked down into her pretty face and watched her blue eyes look up at him. Her eyes went wide and she froze, her little nostrils flaring.

Making eye contact with her brother-in-law was frightful because in that moment she realized this wasn't a dream at all. She was really sucking on Krishan's cock. She held his actual balls between her fingers. She spit the cockhead out of her mouth and let go of his testicles. "Oh, Jesus. I didn't mean to. Karun is my husband, Krishan. Oh, shit. I thought I was dreaming."

"Don't stop, Hansika." Krishan looked down at his dick, glistening in the afternoon light with her saliva. "I'm sorry I mentioned Karun."

"Jesus Christ. Karun. No, no, no." Hansika stood and looked about the room in a panic. "I was just curious about your ... your ..." She pointed at the grotesque dick that jutted out from Krishan's slender hips. "I thought it wasn't ... real." Hansika looked into the corner of the room. "That lady, Mrs. Palmer... Is she real?"

Nayanthara smiled and nodded at the young woman.

"Yeah," Krishan said.

"No, no, no. This is an evil house, Krish." Hansika raced to the library door. "We need to leave. I need to get Karun." She opened the door and ran into the hall, her church dress flowing behind her. Once out in the hall, she was suddenly confused. She couldn't remember where she'd left her husband.

The first door to the left in front of the stairs hung open. Was Karun in there? Hansika wasn't sure, but she wandered toward the door. As she stepped inside the room, she thought that maybe this was the locked room that no one had been in before. The one whose symbol she'd accidently destroyed. But that couldn't be right. She was so confused. She stepped further into the room and the door swung closed behind her.

"What?" Hansika squinted in the low light. There was a sofa along one wall with an oil lamp flickering on an end table. In a far corner, stood a ten-foot high bear. It had been taxidermied in a fearsome pose. Against the opposite wall from the sofa, a sideboard was covered in beautifully detailed, multi-colored bottles.

On the sofa, reclined a young, redhaired man in overalls. He tipped his herringbone flat cap to her and winked a green eye. "Welcome, Mrs. Anderson. Mom said I should expect you."

"Who are you?" But Hansika could tell. With his freckles, angular jaw, and wide-set green eyes. He could only be Mrs. Palmer's son.

"My name's Thomas and we're going to be good friends." He stood and smiled. "Really good friends."

Hansika turned to run back the way she'd come, but the door was locked behind her. She pounded on the door and yelled for her husband Karun, but no one in the rest of the house could hear her.

"This is a special room," Thomas said from behind her. "A private room. My father built it at great expense to keep all that happens here from the rest of the world." He moved toward the screaming woman. "Father did very bad things in here. But we're going to do good things."

"No." Hansika looked over her shoulder at the approaching boy. He was certainly only a little older than Krishan. She pounded the door with her fists. "Nooooooooo." But no one came to her rescue.

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Back in the library, Nayanthara walked over to the door and gently closed it. She then turned and shrugged at Krishan. "Sometimes, things don't go as planned. My daddy always told me, never be afraid to hitch your cart to a new horse."

"What's that mean?" Krishan had both hands on his dick. He wasn't sure what to do with his raging hardon.

"It means I'm tractable, dearie." She walked over to Krishan and kneeled before him. She gently replaced his hands on his penis with her own icy fingers and stroked him. "When a plan doesn't work, we have another waiting in the wings." She licked the oozing precum off the head.

"We?"

"Me and the house, Krish." Nayanthara took another lick and looked up at him with urgent eyes. "Now we don't have too much time before the others come looking for you. Let's get you taken care of." She sucked him into her mouth and took long, gurgling strokes. She pressed both hands onto his butt. Nayanthara felt quite happy when Krishan reached down and threaded his fingers through her hair. He forced more and more of his penis into her throat until she was taking great long plunges, pressing her nose to his nether hair at the bottom of each grunting lunge forward.

After about five minutes, Krishan let his seed fly into Nayanthara's cold mouth. When he finished cumming, Nayanthara was gone. He took a minute to compose himself, and then pulled up his underwear and pants. He walked toward the library door. He needed to apologize to Hansika and smooth things over with her before she told everything to Karun. He hoped he wasn't too late. Karun would kill him if he knew what happened.

Little did Krishan know, Hansika was in no condition to confide anything to her husband at that moment. In a secret room, a redheaded teenager was changing her whole perspective on a great number of things.

to be continued...

 

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#Time pass story -- 2 @ Anaswara Rajan

I had just finished school a few months back and had joined the University for my baccalaureate in Physics. It was late October time and the weather was at its best we lived in. It was so pleasant, with a little chill and lots of freshness in the air. I had my autumn break in college and was studying hard for classes that were to follow on reopening the university. I was a good student and it had been a habit since my early school days to use each vacation for doing advance study of the syllabus for the following term. I used to love studying on my own, without assistance of the teachers and the subsequent admiration that used to come my way during the term for knowing so much even before the teachers went through their rituals in the class was always so heady and inspiring.

We lived in a closely knit neighbourhood, where each elderly lady was a mausi, each elderly gentleman a chacha, each older boy a bhaiya and each older girl a didi. There was one daughter-in-law in the neighbourhood, who was a bhabhi to all of us. The houses were built close to each other, either with a common wall or with narrow streets separating them. Away from the disturbance inside our little household, this autumn break, I had shifted my day-time study venue to the terrace of our house. I would climb up the wooden ladder, books and some light refreshment in tow, and spend long hours there. I would sit glued to my appointed place almost the whole day, enjoying the opening of my mind to new facts, new concepts and new knowledge. My mom had to call me repeatedly from down below to make me descend for my meals, and each time, I would keep deferring the downward journey till she shrieked an extreme ultimatum or two.

The day was no different from other days. Only that sitting atop the house for over four hours at a stretch had caused some cramps in my legs. This had not happened before. I just got up and started walking on the terrace, from one end to the other, book in hand, reading some nice and interesting passages on History of Science, a qualifying subject at college. The thickish foliage emanating from guava trees in our backyard surrounded the terrace. As I began my up-and-down movement, I looked around, and found our neighbour Anu Sithara washing clothes under the tap in the compound of her house. The tap was in a place near the corner of her house, surrounded by a 6 feet high boundary wall on two sides and five feet high walls on the other two sides, making a small cubicle, which went by the name of the bathroom in her house. The bathroom had no formal door and only a three foot breach in one of the walls constituted entrance to the place.

Anu Sithara was a beautiful young woman of about 25. She was married and lived in that house with her husband and his old parents. Even though I was 18 then, my existence thus far had been mostly books and academics. There were not many females my age amongst my acquaintances. I was perhaps not developed enough, physically and sexually. It is not that I was constitutionally weak or stunted. I was a good 5 feet 9 inches and weighed a healthy 70 kg. But despite my limited sexual awareness and exposure, the very sight of Anu Sithara used to set my heart aflutter in some peculiar way. Anu Sithara had had a baby only a few months back and I had seen physical changes in her appearance during her pregnancy. Although I had little idea about the human reproductive system, never having studied biology, I used to fancy Anu Sithara with a big tummy, every time I met her on the street. We used to call her Bhabhi, the wife of my elder brother.

Anu Sithara bhabhi was quite shy but was a very warm person. Every time we met, she would smile disarmingly at me and enquire about my studies. My mom once told me that Anu Sithara bhabhi was a very good student herself before she was married off into the neighbour's house four years back at a young age of 20.

I did not pay much attention at first to Anu Sithara bhabhi at work that day. But after a while, I found she had completed the washing and stood in the bathroom. Even as I strolled on the terrace, I saw from the corner of my eyes that she began to take her shirt off. The next moment, I saw Anu Sithara bhabhi standing there in a white bra. The foliage above her did not perhaps permit her to realise that I was moving on the terrace of my house. She was obviously oblivious of the prying young eyes watching her glorious secrets. I had never seen a woman in that state of undress and I had some queer and hitherto unexperienced sensations in my body. Without deliberately deciding to do so, I had stopped my stroll and began looking at Anu Sithara bhabhi through the thick growth of guava leaves. I could see her clearly. The skin that now revealed was a lot fairer than the very fair face of Anu Sithara bhabhi. She had a long neck and slim arms.

Even as I watched her surreptitiously, I saw her hands fiddle with her bra at the back and it came unstuck. A most beautiful pair of breasts broke loose. The breasts were even more white than the body revealed just a minute back and hung like ripe big mangoes on her chest. There were large pink protrusions in the middle of each of the lovely breasts. The nipples were surrounded by areolar rings, the size of a large coin, dark pink in colour. My breathing became instantly heavy. I could sense my little penis spring into action and become big. I had earlier been used to engorgement of my penis only at night sometimes, when the urge for urination became too stiff. But this was different. There were weird sensations and it felt good as never before.

Even as I stood there, panting hard, I found Anu Sithara bhabhi taking her salwar off. She wore nothing else underneath. Anu Sithara bhabhi was now standing stark naked, in front of my eyes. She had beautiful legs, long and slender. what took my fancy was a bushy growth where her legs began and her tummy ended. I had never known that woman had hair there, in the middle. Because I did not have any either, I was ignorant about male pubic growth as well. While I was exposed to a scene I had never heard of, nor seen before, the very sight of a nude woman caused some parts of my body to act in a manner not experienced earlier. I did feel that it was wrong on my part to snoop on Anu Sithara bhabhi like that, when she was not aware of my presence on the terrace. But the thrill that this exotic sight gave me was too much to give up the offering. Something that felt so good could not be wrong, I argued with myself.

Anu Sithara bhabhi began her bath. She took a jug of water and poured it over her neck. I could see Anu Sithara bhabhi feel the chill of the cold water. The next moment, she was applying soap over her body. As she massaged around her own breasts, giving particular attention to her nipples, it became too much for me. I let out an involuntary gasp. I was petrified at the thought of Anu Sithara bhabhi hearing my presence. I shuddered to imagine what she would think of me if she did and I spontaneously sat down.

I tried to compose myself as best as I could but the sight of the forbidden fruit had ignited passions I was a total stranger to. In no time, I popped up my head again and resumed my sightseeing. Anu Sithara bhabhi was now sitting on a low stool and applying soap to her legs and thighs. As her nimble hands moved towards her hairy mound, I waited with baited breath. Lo and behold, she was at her pubic hair and gave them a good wash. It was all happening before my very eyes and happening too fast for me to handle. The next thing I saw was Anu Sithara bhabhi putting her soapy finger in what seemed to be a hole inside her bushy growth. As she did that, Anu Sithara bhabhi appeared to slow down. She raised her head and her eyes pointed skywards, directly in my line of sight. I was scared she had seen me. But the unfolding erotic scenario and my constant gaze had emboldened me beyond what I ever believed could happen, more so when it came to Anu Sithara bhabhi, whom I respected a lot.

I discovered, to my utter relief, that her eyes were closed and I decided to continue looking. I also realised that Anu Sithara bhabhi was in the midst of a special experience herself, and that what she was doing at the moment was giving her immense pleasure. I never before had this happen to me. I noticed that I was huge and I felt embarrassed as I stood on the terrace with a huge erection bulging out of my shorts. And even as I crouched there watching Anu Sithara bhabhi in the throes of her mysterious bliss, the genesis and reason of which I did not understand one bit, I felt a chain of tremors hit my penis. It was as if an electric current was passing through it, bringing in its wake immense thrill and ecstasy. Least did I realise then that I had just had the first orgasm of my life.

 

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The mid-body raptures lasted what seemed like an eternity but was actually not more than a couple of minutes. I could feel the hardness subside soon. Anu Sithara bhabhi had also rinsed her body by now with liberal dose of water from the bucket under the tap. The washing of soap on her breasts, the pubic hair and the hole within appeared to give her special pleasure. She had now begun to dress up. I realised it was no longer safe to continue the voyeurism. I quickly resumed my seat on the terrace and tried to drown myself in the book once again.

Concentrating on a text book was impossible after what I had just gone through. I was intrigued by what I had seen, and I was fascinated by what I had experienced. And I was happy that Anu Sithara bhabhi had not seen me all this while. My thoughts were fleeting at Einsteinian speeds. The sight of a fully nude woman had kindled in me reactions I had never dreamed of earlier. The way my own body had reacted to the spectacle of a naked Anu Sithara bhabhi had mesmerised me beyond my comprehension. I had an urge to take it forward. I had an urge to touch Anu Sithara bhabhi the way she was touching herself. I had an urge to massage her breasts, to feel her pubic hair, and to dip my fingers in the mysterious hole that seemed to lie beneath. But how could I? Anu Sithara bhabhi was known to be a very reserved person. She was widely respected even amongst the otherwise vile mother-in-law kind of old ladies in our neighbourhood. She was admittedly a much respected daughter-in-law in the locality.

It was impossible to concentrate my thoughts on anything in particular. I kept reading the book but nothing registered. My thoughts went back repeatedly to the beautiful nude body of Anu Sithara bhabhi, the ecstasy she seemed to experience when she touched herself at various places and the mysterious thrill that I got when hitherto unknown and inexperienced sensations drowned my own penis and rest of my body into an indefinable trance. I yearned to have more of that. But how was I to do that?

I looked around, afraid if someone had caught me in the sly act I had just gone through. To my horror, on the terrace on the other side of our house was Anaswara Rajan, also studying. Anaswara was a year junior to me. We were good friends and she often used to come to me for assistance in some subjects, more particularly mathematics. I kept looking at Anaswara and in a while, our eyes met. She gave me a sweet smile and my heart missed a heartbeat. I wondered if she had seen me espying Anu Sithara bhabhi. I argued with myself that she might have but hoped that, most probably, she hadn't. I was worried all the while about what would happen if she had and what would I do if she were to spill the beans. I decided that it would be most prudent to talk to Anaswara for a while.

I called out to Anaswara, asking her how her studies were going. She mumbled something saying it was ok, but added that she was stuck in integration by parts in her mathematics. Making my job easier, she asked me if I could help her in this topic. I nodded assent and told her to come right away. In two minutes flat, Anaswara was with me on the terrace. Anaswara was a nice looking girl, quite pretty and had a most pleasant disposition. She had a wonderful sense of humour and time spent with her could never be without boisterous laughter bursting from either side. We sat down and she opened her book at the relevant page.

I started from the very beginning. I first explained to her that integration was the reverse of differentiation, and gradually went on to explain to her the finer points of doing integration by parts. Step by step, I took her through the first five questions in the chapter. I was happy that by the third question, it was basically she who was solving them. I thought to myself that asking Anaswara to come was a good move as I had spent more than 45 minutes, concentrating on her mathematics rather than fantasising about Anu Sithara bhabhi and her beautiful body. But perhaps I was a bit too early in the thought, for, the reveries of Anu Sithara bhabhi returned with a vengeance. Seeing me lost in thoughts, Anaswara enquired if I was feeling ok. I mumbled something to dispel her fears about my health but my reverie continued.

This went on for a few minutes. Anaswara had always been a good and close friend, about the only one of my friends who was a girl. Despite my relative proximity to her, our discussion has rarely gone beyond the usual pleasantries or academics. Therefore, I never expected myself to say to her what I said, all of a sudden. I found myself telling her that I had just done something horrible, that I had seen Anu Sithara bhabhi taking a bath in her bathroom. For a moment, Anaswara also did not know how to react. After a while, she plainly said, "So, what? If you have seen her bathe, you have seen her. What is the big deal?" I felt a bit reassured. If Anaswara says so, then surely what I had done was not a sin. And then, Anaswara surprised me by asking, "Did you like what you saw?"

I took a long time to respond. Anaswara was a good friend. I could perhaps confide in her. But she was a girl. Would it be alright if I were to ventilate what was going on inside my mind and body? After a while, Anaswara caught me by my arm and said, "Anu Sithara bhabhi appears to have cast a spell on you. I do not blame you. She is so beautiful". I now felt emboldened. I admitted coyly that I indeed liked what I saw and that I saw her doing funny things and that I experienced funny things myself in my own body. I confided in Anaswara that Anu Sithara bhabhi's body is so different from mine and that I did not understand a few things in her body. This was the first time my discussion with Anaswara was taking such a direction. We both became aware of the developing tension in the air, and almost involuntarily decided to move to a corner where the parapet walls were higher.

I began my queries with the breasts and the nipples. Anaswara said that Anu Sithara's breasts had to be big because she had just given birth to a child and had been lactating the baby. I asked her if all girls had breasts and she confirmed that, more than a bit surprised at the naivety of the question. She ventured to add that hers had just begun to grow and were smaller. She also mentioned that her own nipples were large. As I looked askance at her, Anaswara enquired if I wanted to feel them. I could not resist the offer and felt her nipples from above her shirt. As soon as I held her nipples in my fingers, my penis sprang to life. Anaswara was smiling softly all this while. Encouraged, I palmed her whole breast and she let out a soft moan. Her breasts were really soft, not covered by a bra, though they did appear smaller as compared to Anu Sithara bhabhi's treasures. Anaswara then chided me and said, "That's all? You were so worked up only on this?"

I mustered up courage to say that there was more to my unease than that. With great difficulty, I told her that Anu Sithara bhabhi had hair in her middle. Anaswara's depth of knowledge in these matters surprised me once again. She said that grown up women had those hair, and that she had seen them on her mom's body too. I asked her if she had them and she told me that it had just about begun to come and there were a few thin strands. I looked askance at her again, hoping that she would offer me a peek preview of her body. But she did not and I was disappointed. Our discussion and actions so far have made me bold as never before. Not getting the voluntary offer from Anaswara, I asked her if she would let me see her hair, no matter they were much fewer in number and density.

Anaswara was reluctant. "It won't be right, Raju", she said. I did not press any further, but fell silent. No matter how much Anaswara tried to get me talking again, I could not break my silence. My thoughts were constantly focussed on Anu Sithara bhabhi's pubic mound and the hole that lay underneath. I was constantly visualising the ecstasy that overtook Anu Sithara bhabhi when she put her own finger inside her hole. I was ceaselessly thinking about the volcanic eruptions in my own penis even as I saw Anu Sithara bhabhi experience her raptures. I had not realised till then how good a friend Anaswara was. Seeing me thus, she lay down right there in front of me, closed her eyes and unknotted the string of her salwar.

It took me ages to bring my fingers to the top of her salwar and gradually push it down, revealing her virgin girlhood. As the salwar began its descent in slow motion, I could see the few thin black hair below her abdomen, just before her thighs began. Her skin was so smooth, so radiant. And then I saw that hole. It was the shape of a very large wheat grain or the seed of a date palm. I knew for sure that girls did not have the penis that boys had and that they had a hole. It was that hole that lay in front of me. But still, it was beyond my comprehension as to how putting her finger in a hole meant for exit of urine could give such thrills to Anu Sithara bhabhi. I looked at Anaswara's hole more closely and found a few moist drops trickling down her thighs. I began wondering if this was remnant of urine from her last visit to the washroom. I asked Anaswara if she had gone to the washroom before she came up but she denied that she had such a trip. I, however, left it at that.

Anaswara had now opened her eyes. She appeared no longer uncomfortable at lying naked before me. Instead, she asked me, "Any further doubts or questions, Raju?" I then told her about the mysterious sensations I had experienced myself. "Ah! That's a new subject, Raju. I do not know much about that. But now that you have a question in your mind, we must find the answer. What better way to do that than to see the affected area!"

 

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She gestured to me to unhook my shorts and pull them down. I hesitated for a moment and heard her saying, "If I being a girl was bold enough to show you mine, you as a boy can't be more shy." I unbuttoned my shorts and Anaswara pulled them down, just as I sat in front of her. She again motioned me to raise my butt from the floor and she dragged my shorts down all the way. Here I was, naked for the first time before a girl.

"I always thought your birdie would be a small one. This is so big, Raju!" said Anaswara.

"No, Anaswara, it is not always that big. Something has happened to it today", I replied.

"Now tell me, what happened when you had that little cameo with Anu Sithara bhabhi", Anaswara continued.

And I told her slowly, in as cogent a manner as I could bring myself to, details of what happened. She looked minutely at my erect penis but did not seem to find an answer to what had happened. "Do you feel like urinating, Raju?" she enquired. When I answered in the negative, she wondered how the tip of my birdie was so wet. We were now both more confused than we started off as.

"Raju, can I touch your pretty birdie?" Anaswara pleaded, and I could barely nod my acquiescence. At that very moment, my erect penis, birdie to Anaswara, was held by a girl for the first time ever. It felt so good, absolutely different to how it felt always when I held it in my own hands. Anaswara began to fondle it lovingly and it felt even better. I told her that those same very sensations were returning. Anaswara was loving each moment of it too. She kissed the birdie and licked the underside with her tongue. As her movements became more and more aggressive, she found her salwar, down up to her knee level, impeding her.

She momentarily released my birdie and in one swift movement, took off and threw her salwar away. Her lower body was now naked, just as mine. She continued to play with my birdie and then she suddenly put one finger of her left hand inside her own hole. She was on cloud nine. She was surely experiencing what I espied Anu Sithara bhabhi doing some hours back.

Her manoeuvring of my majestic boyhood was making me crazy. I wanted to come closer to Anaswara. I pushed her back and she lay on her back, still holding my pleasurable birdie. I leaned forward and kissed her on her lips. I wanted to be even closer to her. I lowered myself on Anaswara, my lips on her lips, my chest resting on her soft breasts and our naked lower bodies clinging to each other. My urge for more closeness was still getting the better of me. I ground my erect penis against her thighs and it felt so good. We were both transported to a different world. Soon, my engorged organ got caught between the two thighs of Anaswara and she brought them closer to each other. In the tight grip of her thighs, I began moving up, down and sideways. It felt so heavenly, so exotic. The thrills that Anaswara experienced appeared to be no less. This went on for a long long time. We were discovering facets of our persona that had remained hidden so far.

"Raju. It feels so great. But can I make a request?" she pleaded.

"Yes, tell me, my sweetheart". I surprised myself with my own phraseology.

"Actually, I am having some great sensations here", she said, pointing to her vaginal opening.

"I was wondering if you could touch your birdie here. I am sure it will feel even better", she requested.

I did as directed. I positioned myself carefully and placed the tip of my big one on the entry to her hole. Immediately, I could see some gooey fluid ooze out and drop on her entrance. It felt so good. Anaswara had her eyes closed, just as Anu Sithara bhabhi had earlier in the day. After a while, Anaswara urged me to push a little inside. I wasn't sure if this was right. I had never imagined that one part of one human's body could be shoved inside a part of another human's body. To me, it appeared a violation of the sovereignty of her body. But Anaswara had me in a vice like grip this day. I did as she wanted me to do. I pushed softly and her vagina opened to greet my penis, making way for the hard, inflated and engorged penis to visit her inner portals. Even before I heard Anaswara gasp in utmost pleasure, my own delight reached a crescendo.

Even as I had limited the initial foray to about an inch inside her, I soon found myself wanting to be wholly inside Anaswara. I tried to push, but the path was constricted. I took my penis out for a moment and found it was all wet with a sticky fluid all round the shaft. It could not be the urine of Anaswara and it could not be my own gooey fluid. Obviously, it was Anaswara's body that had been secreting this mysterious fluid. While Anaswara was cajoling me to go deeper inside, I could sense she was in some sort of pain as well. I asked her about the pain and she told me that the pain was great but it was a pleasurable pain and she wanted more of it. She ordered me to push all the way inside, and with one powerful lunge, I found myself fully inside Anaswara. She had tears in her eyes, and yet she was smiling with a mystifying pleasure.

The joy, the gratification and the attainment were indescribable. Once inside fully, I wondered about the next move. The entry had been so pleasing and enthralling. I wanted to enter again. So, quite logically, I withdrew my distended boyhood almost to the tip and went in again. This time, the entry was even more pleasing. I had discovered, all by myself the art of stroking during intercourse. I went on and on. The lubrication had now increased and I was now slipping in and out effortlessly. Each thrust inside gave us both immense pleasures. We were both moaning with the newly found bliss that we had just experienced.

I wanted to be even closer to Anaswara now. I positioned myself above her, pivoted myself on my elbows and urged her to help me take off her shirt. Once her shirt was off, she pulled my t-shirt out. I saw the breasts of Anaswara and they were cute indeed. They were different from Anu Sithara's in more ways than one. As Anaswara had told me, they were smaller than Anu Sithara's. More importantly, they seemed more firm than Anu Sithara's. Also, the complexion of Anaswara's breasts was a lot fairer than Anu Sithara's, even though Anu Sithara's general complexion was otherwise fairer. I did not realise then that this was because Anaswara's had newer tissue on them, as they had developed only recently and Anu Sithara's had seen several summers.

As we resumed journey on the highway of our new found sexuality, we could feel each other's skin on our bodies and it gave us immeasurable contentment. I lowered myself and kissed Anaswara on her lips passionately. I then placed my hand delicately on her breasts. My God! It was like heaven. The touch of her breasts was even smoother than the satin grip her hole had on my big penis enveloped deep inside. All this while, I was stroking in and out, in and out, bringing deep moans from Anaswara's throat as well as mine. We could spend a lifetime doing what we had just discovered. How did we not realise earlier that our bodies could give so much to each other. After all, we had known each other all our lives.

 

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Anaswara was building up sexual tension inside her now. She became more and more vocal. I was afraid someone down below would hear us and catch us in the act. Even though we were at it for the first time ever in our lives, I had little doubt in my mind that what we were doing was wrong, and would not get the sanction of others, should they ever know. Anaswara was asking me to do it faster, harder. I complied as best as I could. Her hole, which was so difficult to penetrate initially, was now receiving my lusty thrusts with ease and gratitude. Faster and harder I attacked her girlhood and the closer to that same sensation that I had earlier in the day I reached. After a long time, Anaswara let out a shrill cry and clasped me tightly, not letting me stroke any further. Her hands were behind my buttocks, pulling me more and more into her.

And then, at the same very moment, something happened to me. It was that same unending chain of pulsations in my penis that I had earlier in the day, which made me want to enter even deeper into Anaswara, even beyond the realms of physical possibility. I could sense something physically moving from my body into hers, but the thought of violating the body of Anaswara was farthest from my mind now. I had loved each moment of this wonderful sequence of events that had overtaken us. We were both sweating profusely. The crescendo subsided a bit and I found myself kissing Anaswara on her lips again. She closed her eyes yet again, even as I kissed her nipples and suckled at them, taking along a sizable portion of her soft but firm breasts inside my mouth. Little did we realise then that we had just had the first sexual intercourse of our lives. I felt my penis softening inside Anaswara and I rolled over. I looked down at where we were interminably joined just a moment ago and found some viscous clear fluid dripping out of Anaswara's beautiful hole. There was a hint of blood mixed with the fluid. I also noted that her hole was a bit swollen in comparison to what it was before we embarked on this most exotic journey. I glanced at my own now flaccid boyhood and found it so much at peace with itself, all wet with the sticky fluids which, I now was sure, were secreted by Anaswara's system. There was blood smeared on the curvature over its whole length. Despite the blood, which I guessed was from Anaswara's body after the ecstatic pain she experienced, there were serene smiles on our faces.

We were both startled to hear the sound of someone breathing deep behind us. We turned only to find Anu Sithara bhabhi standing there, smiling benignly at us. We were abashed at our nudity in front of her, but she asked us to take it cool and dress without panic. She explained that she had seen me on the terrace while she was having her bath, and she got a bit worried later when she heard weird sounds coming from the terrace. She was obviously not upset in the least with me violating her modesty, and had come to the terrace to see that all was well with me. She smiled in a mischievous manner and enquired for how long this had been going on between us. Almost trembling, I told bhabhi that this was the first time and that the ignition was provided by what I saw her doing in her bath and what she caused me during that period. Anaswara and I were now fully dressed. Anu Sithara bhabhi quietly left, smiling softly. I knew she would not tell anyone.

THE-END

 

[hotaks]

#Kajal Aggarwal in Ashram part -- 5

After 30 min we reached. they enjoied very much.

Next day morning...

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

Me: Yes. He told me just now.

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

Me: Its absolutely okay. You just take rest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: 'Different' meaning?

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

Me: Okay, okay, I got it.

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

Meenakshi: I am feeling thirsty.

Rajkamal: One sec...

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

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

Rajkamal: Did water spill to your blouse?

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

Rajkamal: Okay I will check, you relax.

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

Me: Yes, I also have thought so.

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

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

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

Me: What for?

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

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

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

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

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

Rajkamal: Thanks Madam.

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

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

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

Meenakshi: Okay Madam.

Rajkamal: Bye Madam.

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

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

Rajkamal: Thanks Madam.

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

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

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

Meenakshi: Okay Madam.

Rajkamal: Bye Madam.

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

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

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

Guru-ji: Meena, where is Avika? I am not seeing her.

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

Guru-ji: Fine.

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

Guru-ji interrupted Mrs. Yadav.

 

[hotaks]

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

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

Avika: Pranam Guru-ji.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, check her pulse once.

Sanjeev: Okay Guru-ji.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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