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Bro story building is super but there is no action in this part of story... If possible plz post the action packed part soon ???Guru-ji: Tomorrow morning we will meet at 06:30 am and I will let you know of your routine in the ashram and your treatment plan. You can go now Kajal.
I went out of the diksha room and went to my room with Sanjeev accompanying me.
Sanjeev: Good night Madam, I will call you at 06:15 am and will also deliver your sterilized undergarments. Nirmal will come with your dinner.
I was feeling very fresh I do not know why may be after that herbal water bath and was very pleased the way Guru-ji performed the puja. I took rest on the cot for sometime. Knock! Knock! Someone was knocking at my door. Since I was lying alone and the blouse that Sanjeev gave for me to wear was too tight, I had opened the hooks and was resting in that fashion, I swiftly buttoned the last three hooks of my blouse and wrapped my sari round me. The first two hooks remained open leaving almost half of my breasts oozing out above my saffron blouse. I was anticipating Nirmal and no one else now, it was nearly 10 o' clock at night, he must have come with the dinner.
My guess my correct and it was the dwarfish disciple, Nirmal, but my other guess was wrong. He did not come with the dinner!
Nirmal: Madam, how was the diksha?
Me: Okay, I really liked Guru-ji's puja.
Nirmal: Jai Linga Maharaj. Keep faith on Guru-ji, he will surpass all obstacles in your life.
He was smiling and his overall appearance amused me again. Frankly I was feeling very fresh with the herbal bath and hot too, as each time I thought of my bathing under such vivid lights, I was getting a faster heart beat. And now seeing this dwarf male once more, I thought of teasing him.
Nirmal: Madam, shall I bring the dinner for you?
Me: No, its only 10:00, I generally have dinner after 10:30 p.m.
I paused and little and then continued without giving him a chance to speak.
Me: But going back to our previous chat, you know, Nirmal, I later thought on your words and you were very right! The size I have grown to, I cannot wear a school uniform skirt. So I take back my words.
It was worth seeing Nirmal's face. The dwarf was looking so desperate and looked even funnier now. He did not expect that I would not allow him a chance on the school uniform topic at all.
Nirmal: But Madam, I mean... you said you would try once.
Me: Yes that was my initial thought, but I buy your words that I would not be able to wear a school skirt, as it will be too tight for my figure.
I avoided direct words denoting to my full-sized body like 'thighs' or 'buttocks'. Nirmal was looking as if he has lost something very precious, but I did not want to discourage him fully and altered the topic.
Me: But Nirmal, I am having a different problem. Can you sort that out?
Nirmal's face was still miserable, to say the least, but he looked up to listen to my problem.
Me: Actually the blouse that Sanjeev have given is not fitting me at all. Can you bring me another one? Nirmal's eyes as if lit up! He probably thought my twin mangoes would be a more enjoyable .
Nirmal: Didn't Sanjeev give you a 34-size blouse?
My eyebrows went up! He knows the size I told to Sanjeev in my interview privately. Everybody in the ashram knows my boob size is 34!
Me: Yes, but it is very tight. I doubt it is of proper size.
Nirmal: No, no Madam. The size is right for sure as we have separate bunch for each size.
Me: Can't be Nirmal, I use 34 blouses for the last two years, but why this one is so tight here?
I subtly pointed my hand to my fully developed milk tanks, as I wanted to provoke him a bit. Nirmal also took the opportunity and his face was again looking humorous with his jaws slightly drooping down.
Nirmal: Madam, since these are readymade blouses, you are feeling the tightness.
I was yet again getting peculiar fun playing with words with this middle-aged dwarf. I had neither talked to any male like this before, not had been in such a situation as in this ashram.
Me: Nirmal, it's so tight, I could not button the top hook.
Nirmal now looked directly to my youthful braless boobs and seemed as if he was trying to visualize my posture standing in front of him with the top hook open of my blouse. And in fact, if I actually had pulled my sari pallu down my condition was hugely indecent. I was not wearing a bra and through the ultra-tight blouse my nipples were distinctly visible and since the top hook of my blouse was open, I was advertising adequate cleavage show.
Nirmal: Oh Madam, then its really a problem. How can you be in that position? Shall I arrange another one for you Madam?
He seemed so worried for this housewife!
Me: Its already nighttime Nirmal and I will take my clothes off and wear the nightgown. So I do not require another blouse now.
I wanted to see his reaction to such direct comments. His comic facial expression was added on by a slight bulge in his crotch area. I felt a raced beat in my heart noticing this. Nirmal: Okay Madam. You can change in my absence and by that time I will bring you the dinner.
It was a crafty thinking from Nirmal's part I thought for his visual pleasure, as he knew I had no undies to wear and would look rather sexy that way in any nightdress whatsoever. I nodded to him, thinking that if I do not look decent enough, I will not wear it in front of him. He went off to bring my dinner.
I closed the door behind Nirmal and went to the cupboard where the nightdress that Sanjeev gave was kept. I seriously did not notice it previously. Now taking it in my hands I felt pretty secured that it was not any flimsy dress. It was also saffron colored, coarse material cloth stitched like a short nighty. It was with sleeves, thank god, and appeared decent to me though the length was short.
I did not go to the toilet as the room door was closed and started changing into it. I was nude in a flash and was much relieved opening that tight blouse though a couple of hooks were open throughout Nirmal's presence. My boobs were actually paining as the blouse cups were very tight on my youthful peaks. I wore the nighty over my head and looked in the mirror. The rough materials of the nighty touching my nipples made them harden instantly. Never in my life did I get a turn on so many times in a day like this.
Little did I know then that this was nothing in comparison to what's been waiting for me!
The dress was quite flowing and as the material was thick enough, my mature figure was not very evident through it. The dress ended just below my knees and hence I was not feeling too much exposed. After having looks at my figure wearing the nighty from different angles, I was quite convinced that am not looking vulgar without my undergarments. The only problem was my swollen nipple impressions, which no one standing in front of me could miss, especially any male. But I thought there was no way I could hide that and waited for Nirmal.
In no time, Nirmal was back. He was holding a tray that had my dinner, which included chapatis, dal, and vegetable. He was ogling at me I noticed and I tried to limit my movements to restrain the jiggling movement of my round, freely hanging breasts.
Nirmal: I can wait and you can have your dinner and if you want anything more I can bring that.
Me: So kind of you Nirmal.
I pulled the table on which the dinner was kept near the cot and sat on the cot to have the food. But as soon as I sat I became very conscious as my nighty rose up a fair distance exposing my knees completely. And without even looking up to him, I could bet Nirmal's eyes were glued to my exposed legs and knees.
Nirmal: Madam, you take your dinner and I will sit here.
Saying that without even giving me any chance to stop, he sat on the floor some feet away from me. Initially I thought that since they lead a sagacious life, they are habituated to sit on the floor and moreover, there was no chair in the room, so Nirmal sat on the ground. But the next moment I comprehended the wickedness of this dwarf. Being a small man his eye level is itself much lower than normal males and now sitting on the floor, he was actually getting an upskirt view.
I was extremely alert the next moment, as I was not wearing a panty even and closed my legs as far as possible. I tried to stretch the cloth of the nighty a bit lower, but my plump ass was not allowing that. I looked down at Nirmal and his eyes were on my legs, but there was a dissatisfied facial expression also as I had closed my legs and believe me, it again made me smile. It was so funny looking.
I finished my dinner as quickly as possible and went to the toilet to wash hands. Since Nirmal was seated still, he enjoyed a very appealing rear view of my swaying buttocks in that short nighty from a low angle, which was accented when I had to bend to pick up the towel from the floor, which was kept for drying purpose, but dropped somehow from the wall hook. Believe me, it was not a deliberate effort from my end at all, but that dwarf was lucky enough to get an unrestricted view of my prominent inviting ass cheeks as the material of the nighty stretched as I had to bend down.
Nirmal left within some moments after that with the tray and bid me "good night". But his eyes said as if he was rewinding my bending down posture in his mind. I was feeling very uncomfortable as a woman. When he left, I went to bed, but was restless. I was constantly thinking did I cross the limit in front of Nirmal, what did he saw actually, was I looking too indecent in that bent position? Ultimately I got out of bed and went to the toilet straight and reproduced the scene before the mirror, as the toilet-mirror was almost life size, as I told before.
I bent down to touch the wet floor of the toilet and looked through my legs at the mirror behind. Oh my god! I am looking so very tempting in that pose with my full round buttocks on display with my nighty rising up as well exposing my fair legs adequately. Any male would love to see a matured woman in that compromising pose. I was shocked to see a slight hint of my long ass crack also through the nighty! It was natural though as I was not wearing a panty. I was feeling so ashamed, so guilty, and cursed myself. After some moments I went to bed somewhat dejected with me and with the mantra to be 'more careful' on the future days in the ashram. I muttered "Jai Linga Maharaj" for my actual goal, of conceiving a child, several times before going to sleep.
To be continued...
Amritha aiyer story create plsGuru-ji: Tomorrow morning we will meet at 06:30 am and I will let you know of your routine in the ashram and your treatment plan. You can go now Kajal.
I went out of the diksha room and went to my room with Sanjeev accompanying me.
Sanjeev: Good night Madam, I will call you at 06:15 am and will also deliver your sterilized undergarments. Nirmal will come with your dinner.
I was feeling very fresh I do not know why may be after that herbal water bath and was very pleased the way Guru-ji performed the puja. I took rest on the cot for sometime. Knock! Knock! Someone was knocking at my door. Since I was lying alone and the blouse that Sanjeev gave for me to wear was too tight, I had opened the hooks and was resting in that fashion, I swiftly buttoned the last three hooks of my blouse and wrapped my sari round me. The first two hooks remained open leaving almost half of my breasts oozing out above my saffron blouse. I was anticipating Nirmal and no one else now, it was nearly 10 o' clock at night, he must have come with the dinner.
My guess my correct and it was the dwarfish disciple, Nirmal, but my other guess was wrong. He did not come with the dinner!
Nirmal: Madam, how was the diksha?
Me: Okay, I really liked Guru-ji's puja.
Nirmal: Jai Linga Maharaj. Keep faith on Guru-ji, he will surpass all obstacles in your life.
He was smiling and his overall appearance amused me again. Frankly I was feeling very fresh with the herbal bath and hot too, as each time I thought of my bathing under such vivid lights, I was getting a faster heart beat. And now seeing this dwarf male once more, I thought of teasing him.
Nirmal: Madam, shall I bring the dinner for you?
Me: No, its only 10:00, I generally have dinner after 10:30 p.m.
I paused and little and then continued without giving him a chance to speak.
Me: But going back to our previous chat, you know, Nirmal, I later thought on your words and you were very right! The size I have grown to, I cannot wear a school uniform skirt. So I take back my words.
It was worth seeing Nirmal's face. The dwarf was looking so desperate and looked even funnier now. He did not expect that I would not allow him a chance on the school uniform topic at all.
Nirmal: But Madam, I mean... you said you would try once.
Me: Yes that was my initial thought, but I buy your words that I would not be able to wear a school skirt, as it will be too tight for my figure.
I avoided direct words denoting to my full-sized body like 'thighs' or 'buttocks'. Nirmal was looking as if he has lost something very precious, but I did not want to discourage him fully and altered the topic.
Me: But Nirmal, I am having a different problem. Can you sort that out?
Nirmal's face was still miserable, to say the least, but he looked up to listen to my problem.
Me: Actually the blouse that Sanjeev have given is not fitting me at all. Can you bring me another one? Nirmal's eyes as if lit up! He probably thought my twin mangoes would be a more enjoyable .
Nirmal: Didn't Sanjeev give you a 34-size blouse?
My eyebrows went up! He knows the size I told to Sanjeev in my interview privately. Everybody in the ashram knows my boob size is 34!
Me: Yes, but it is very tight. I doubt it is of proper size.
Nirmal: No, no Madam. The size is right for sure as we have separate bunch for each size.
Me: Can't be Nirmal, I use 34 blouses for the last two years, but why this one is so tight here?
I subtly pointed my hand to my fully developed milk tanks, as I wanted to provoke him a bit. Nirmal also took the opportunity and his face was again looking humorous with his jaws slightly drooping down.
Nirmal: Madam, since these are readymade blouses, you are feeling the tightness.
I was yet again getting peculiar fun playing with words with this middle-aged dwarf. I had neither talked to any male like this before, not had been in such a situation as in this ashram.
Me: Nirmal, it's so tight, I could not button the top hook.
Nirmal now looked directly to my youthful braless boobs and seemed as if he was trying to visualize my posture standing in front of him with the top hook open of my blouse. And in fact, if I actually had pulled my sari pallu down my condition was hugely indecent. I was not wearing a bra and through the ultra-tight blouse my nipples were distinctly visible and since the top hook of my blouse was open, I was advertising adequate cleavage show.
Nirmal: Oh Madam, then its really a problem. How can you be in that position? Shall I arrange another one for you Madam?
He seemed so worried for this housewife!
Me: Its already nighttime Nirmal and I will take my clothes off and wear the nightgown. So I do not require another blouse now.
I wanted to see his reaction to such direct comments. His comic facial expression was added on by a slight bulge in his crotch area. I felt a raced beat in my heart noticing this. Nirmal: Okay Madam. You can change in my absence and by that time I will bring you the dinner.
It was a crafty thinking from Nirmal's part I thought for his visual pleasure, as he knew I had no undies to wear and would look rather sexy that way in any nightdress whatsoever. I nodded to him, thinking that if I do not look decent enough, I will not wear it in front of him. He went off to bring my dinner.
I closed the door behind Nirmal and went to the cupboard where the nightdress that Sanjeev gave was kept. I seriously did not notice it previously. Now taking it in my hands I felt pretty secured that it was not any flimsy dress. It was also saffron colored, coarse material cloth stitched like a short nighty. It was with sleeves, thank god, and appeared decent to me though the length was short.
I did not go to the toilet as the room door was closed and started changing into it. I was nude in a flash and was much relieved opening that tight blouse though a couple of hooks were open throughout Nirmal's presence. My boobs were actually paining as the blouse cups were very tight on my youthful peaks. I wore the nighty over my head and looked in the mirror. The rough materials of the nighty touching my nipples made them harden instantly. Never in my life did I get a turn on so many times in a day like this.
Little did I know then that this was nothing in comparison to what's been waiting for me!
The dress was quite flowing and as the material was thick enough, my mature figure was not very evident through it. The dress ended just below my knees and hence I was not feeling too much exposed. After having looks at my figure wearing the nighty from different angles, I was quite convinced that am not looking vulgar without my undergarments. The only problem was my swollen nipple impressions, which no one standing in front of me could miss, especially any male. But I thought there was no way I could hide that and waited for Nirmal.
In no time, Nirmal was back. He was holding a tray that had my dinner, which included chapatis, dal, and vegetable. He was ogling at me I noticed and I tried to limit my movements to restrain the jiggling movement of my round, freely hanging breasts.
Nirmal: I can wait and you can have your dinner and if you want anything more I can bring that.
Me: So kind of you Nirmal.
I pulled the table on which the dinner was kept near the cot and sat on the cot to have the food. But as soon as I sat I became very conscious as my nighty rose up a fair distance exposing my knees completely. And without even looking up to him, I could bet Nirmal's eyes were glued to my exposed legs and knees.
Nirmal: Madam, you take your dinner and I will sit here.
Saying that without even giving me any chance to stop, he sat on the floor some feet away from me. Initially I thought that since they lead a sagacious life, they are habituated to sit on the floor and moreover, there was no chair in the room, so Nirmal sat on the ground. But the next moment I comprehended the wickedness of this dwarf. Being a small man his eye level is itself much lower than normal males and now sitting on the floor, he was actually getting an upskirt view.
I was extremely alert the next moment, as I was not wearing a panty even and closed my legs as far as possible. I tried to stretch the cloth of the nighty a bit lower, but my plump ass was not allowing that. I looked down at Nirmal and his eyes were on my legs, but there was a dissatisfied facial expression also as I had closed my legs and believe me, it again made me smile. It was so funny looking.
I finished my dinner as quickly as possible and went to the toilet to wash hands. Since Nirmal was seated still, he enjoyed a very appealing rear view of my swaying buttocks in that short nighty from a low angle, which was accented when I had to bend to pick up the towel from the floor, which was kept for drying purpose, but dropped somehow from the wall hook. Believe me, it was not a deliberate effort from my end at all, but that dwarf was lucky enough to get an unrestricted view of my prominent inviting ass cheeks as the material of the nighty stretched as I had to bend down.
Nirmal left within some moments after that with the tray and bid me "good night". But his eyes said as if he was rewinding my bending down posture in his mind. I was feeling very uncomfortable as a woman. When he left, I went to bed, but was restless. I was constantly thinking did I cross the limit in front of Nirmal, what did he saw actually, was I looking too indecent in that bent position? Ultimately I got out of bed and went to the toilet straight and reproduced the scene before the mirror, as the toilet-mirror was almost life size, as I told before.
I bent down to touch the wet floor of the toilet and looked through my legs at the mirror behind. Oh my god! I am looking so very tempting in that pose with my full round buttocks on display with my nighty rising up as well exposing my fair legs adequately. Any male would love to see a matured woman in that compromising pose. I was shocked to see a slight hint of my long ass crack also through the nighty! It was natural though as I was not wearing a panty. I was feeling so ashamed, so guilty, and cursed myself. After some moments I went to bed somewhat dejected with me and with the mantra to be 'more careful' on the future days in the ashram. I muttered "Jai Linga Maharaj" for my actual goal, of conceiving a child, several times before going to sleep.
To be continued...
Super bro#Kajal Aggarwal in Ashram part -- 1
My name is Kajal Aggarwal. I live in a small town. Presently I am 35 years of age, married. I got married at the age of 25 to Rajesh, who was a shop-owner. My married life started smooth and I was happy with everything. Rajesh and I shared a very good and close relation. My sex life also was quite regular and satisfactory. But bitterness in my life started when Rajesh and I decided we are going to have an issue after two years of our marriage. When even after one year of unprotected copulation I was not getting pregnant, we were very concerned. There was pressure from my in laws also. I was really confused why this was happening. I had my periods regularly and physically also I had a very developed figure from my teenage itself. I never thought that I could land up in such a problem!
I was 27 years then, had a somewhat fair complexion, 5 feet 5 inches height, oval face, and amply built. As I said I had a developed figure from my teens with 34 breast size and flaring hips from my college days. I was conscious about my diet so that I do not add additional flesh on my hips. I always got a good male attention on road or at any gathering, which I could sense, though I was pretty conservative in dressing. In that sense I was very shy regarding these matters, which was really due to my upbringing and the small town we lived in. I was adequately gifted by god at proper places in my body . I was pretty active and fit with regular menses.
Rajesh took me to a number of doctors. I was very shy initially though we went to female gynecologists. But I felt very embarrassed in that process of examination where each time I had to open my sari, salwar kamiz, or whatever I was wearing and even pull down my panty. To tell honestly I had a real turn on when the doctor touched my private organs for examining purpose, though she was a female I got triggered she was actually examined my breasts or nipples or my hairy pussy. I instantly got wetness down there and it reflected very apparently on my panty, which was rather uncomfortable for me. The doctors gave medicines and asked for lab tests, but there was no result.
Rajesh then took me to the city doctor, but I made him very clear that I would go for a checkup only to a lady doctor. But all those resulted in nothing positive. My mother-in-law took me to homeopaths, who also could not yield any result for me. The relation between Rajesh and me was also getting bitter. At the same time I realized I was not at all getting any sexual pleasure out of copulation, rather it seemed to be an exercise to achieve something. Days went by and I did not even realize that another year was gone! I was 28 years by then. I remained so depressed all day and had a real hard time.
Then one day Rajesh told me that he has decided to go to a male gynecologist who is an expert in infertility cases in the city again. I was really very rigid about not going to the male gynecologist out of my shyness. I think any normal lady would avoid that because the fact remains you have to expose your breasts and pussy in front of a male, may it be for examination purpose. So I was really rigid on my stand about avoiding a male doctor and before this could land up in a harsh confrontation between my husband and me, one of my neighbors, Meera, had a proposal to my mother-in-law.
If I can quote my neighbor's words to my mother-in-law, "Aunty, you have tried so many doctors for Kajal, but you did not get any result. Kajal told she even went to the city for a checkup. You applied homeopath also, but she is not yet blessed with a child. Look at her; she looks so depressed all day. Why don't you take Kajal to Guru-ji's ashram Aunty? Two of my relatives got result; they were childless for 4-5 years. They went to him, took "diksha" and his herbal medications changed their lives. And our Kajal is only married for three years! Before her case goes too worse, you make a visit to Guru-ji, as he can do miracles."
Its not that we had not heard of this sadhu-baba at Rampur, but his ashram was very far off from our town. He had cured some critical diseases and some childless cases also. I was really searching a way to avoid this male doctor checkup and at the same time a hope to get a child made me readily jump into this proposal. My mother-in-law also convinced my husband by saying, "Rajesh, I think what Meera says makes sense. Since we have tried some doctors and tests were all normal, lets not waste more time on that right now. These sadhu-babas really can do miracles and as Meera was saying the herbal medicines worked for his relatives who were childless for 5 years."
In my mind I was so thankful to Meera for her timely idea. At that point I was indeed trying my best to avoid probing my body by a male gynecologist.
Guru-ji's ashram was situated here, a small village, which was surrounded by mountains on all the sides. There was a big pond with very clear water just beside the ashram, which made it like a heaven with cool breeze blowing and there was absolutely no signs of pollution. My mother-in-law came with me. Rajesh ultimately was not able to make it with me, my mother-in-law took me there. There was a substantial crowd waiting for darshan of Guru-ji. We had made an appointment so that we could talk privately to him regarding my problem. I was a quite afraid seeing Guru-ji, who was hugely built, almost 6 feet in height with a stout figure. He was wearing a saffron dress and his voice was calm and reverberating. A feeling of obedience would automatically come seeing and listening to this man.
My mother-in-law narrated about my purpose of visit and Guru-ji listened to it very intently. There were two more persons who were his disciples probably in that room apart from me, my mother-in-law and Guru-ji. One of them was taking some notes as my mother-in-law was detailing my problem.
Guru-ji: Mata-ji, I am glad that you have brought your bahu to me regarding this problem. I want to make one thing very clear that I cannot do miracles, but if she takes 'diksha' under me and performs what I suggest faithfully, she would not return with empty hands. Mata-ji, the treatment path is not easy in these cases and if your bahu can walk on that path, there is no reason why she would not have a child in a year's time. Of course, provided after the treatment, she meets with her husband on my suggested days.
The words were so convincing that I was more than eager to take 'diksha' under him and start the 'treatment' at that very moment. My mother-in-law also expressed the same to Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Mata-ji, before you agree you should first know my norms. I do not keep any devotee in darkness. There are three stages in achieving the coveted goal of being a mother here. They are 'diksha', 'herbal treatment' and 'jagya'. Your bahu has to stay here for five days at a stretch to complete the diksha and the herbal treatment starting from a full moon night. If I feel that is enough to attain the goal, she might leave on the sixth day, but if a 'jagya' is required depending on her case, she would have to stay for another two days making it 7 continuous days. She has to abide by my ashram rules, which my disciple will tell you.
We were listening to his mesmeric voice and I must say it had some hypnotic effect. I did not see any offensive norms in what he said and so was my mother-in-law and I gave the nod to take 'diskha' and do the 'treatment' under him.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, please note down her personal details before proceeding and let her know in details about ashram rules and regulations. Beti, you go with him to the next room. Mata-ji, you can ask me if you have any other questions and concerns other than this issue.
I alighted from the ground and followed Guru-ji's disciple, Sanjeev. We went to the adjacent room and he asked me to sit to the couch that was there in that room. He remained standing. He was around my age only, around 30-35 years with an average body and a calm, smiling face.
Sanjeev: Madam, my name is Sanjeev. You just don't worry since you have come to Guru-ji. I have seen several women who benefitted from his unique and very special treatment. But you have to obey it completely as he says.
I said, "Yes of course. I will definitely try to do that. I have been suffering for this now almost three years."
Sanjeev: Don't worry Madam. Let me now tell you about what you have to do. You will appear here next Monday afternoon before 7:00 p.m. That day is a full moon night, so you will have 'diksha'. Madam, please do not bring your sari etc. as our ashram has a dress code and you will be given saris, which are specially washed with herbal detergents, and also Madam, no ornaments are allowed here. Actually speaking we offer everything here, so there is no need to bring anything.
I was a bit puzzled about the "sari" part, as I have not seen any woman in the ashram till then. He just mentioned about wearing the saffron sari, but what about blouse and petticoat. I cannot just wear a sari. Sanjeev probably understood what I was wondering.
Sanjeev: Madam, you must have noticed that Guru-ji told me to note your "personal details", so you do not worry about blouse etc. In our ashram we provide everything staring from hair clip to slippers.
He laughed a little and I also was relieved. Still I was wondering about my undergarments; will the ashram provide that also I was puzzled!
Sanjeev: Madam, please answer to my questions honestly. And Madam one thing please do not feel shy here and don't be introvert because you have come here for a goal and we are just here to make you achieve that.
I felt very confident hearing Sanjeev's words, otherwise was a bit nervous.
Sanjeev: Do you have regular periods Madam?
Me: Yes, very rarely do I miss.
Sanjeev: When did you last have an irregular period?
Me: Three to four months back may be. I took some medicine and cleared it.
Sanjeev: What's your approximate period date Madam?
Me: 22nd or 23rd of a month.
Sanjeev was noting down as I was answering. So he was not in direct eye contact with me, so I was finding it easy to answer such personal questions. Otherwise I have never talked about these to anyone except to the doctors I visited.
Sanjeev: Madam do you have heavy periods or moderate? Do you feel any additional pain, discomfort other than the normal?
Me: Moderate, 2-3 days. No, normal.
Sanjeev: Okay Madam, rest of the more intimate details will be taken up by Guru-ji when you will be in the ashram.
I was a bit comfortable hearing that though was thinking on what "intimate details" would the Guru-ji take from me. Sanjeev continued the conversation and I almost stammered answering his next question feeling very shy sharing this sort of information to an unknown male.
Sanjeev: Madam, now about ashram dress code. We will give you four herbal washed saffron saris for your seven-day stay. Generally I have seen that is sufficient, but we do have additional also if needed. What is the size that your wear? I mean blouse...
Me: Err, I mean why do you need that?
I knew that was foolish to ask, but it came out just spontaneous and went into a more uncomfortable conversation.
Sanjeev: Madam, in our ashram we provide sari, blouse and petticoat to the women who come for 'diskha' and 'treatment'. So for that only I need the size.
Me: Okay, its 34.
I noticed Sanjeev noted the figure and looked for a second directly at my erect boobs under the cover of my blouse and sari as if trying to measure the 34 size through his eyes.
Sanjeev: Madam, since mostly the women who come for 'diksha' to Guru-ji are from rural areas and as you also know many of them do not wear any undergarment, we have no provision for that. But since you are coming from the town, please carry your undergarments, but remember to get it sterilized here herbally, as you are not allowed to wear anything, which is nonsterile after 'diksha'.
I nodded with a smiling face and was a lot relieved hearing this.
Sanjeev: Thanks Madam. You can leave now and appear here on Monday afternoon. .
I returned with my mother-in-law who sounded very optimistic about the Guru-ji as she had a talk while I was in the other room with Sanjeev and she assured me not to get tensed being there alone, but to faithfully obey Guru-ji as he instructs. I was happy overall, but little could I anticipate what was in store for me in those seven days in the ashram.
Next Monday, I went out with my mother-in-law again to Guru-ji's ashram. In my bag I practically took nothing, as Guru-ji's disciple Sanjeev told that everything would be available there, except for a spare set of clothing including a sari, blouse and petticoat and some money for emergency purpose. I took two sets of my undergarments and one set I was already wearing and thought that it would be enough for seven days.
Sanjeev greeted us with smiling faces. We went to Guru-ji and he gave ashirwad to both of us and after some general talks, my mother-in-law went back and I was all alone in the ashram with Guru-ji and his disciples. Today I saw two more disciples apart from Sanjeev and another one I had met the other day.
Guru-ji: Beti, be comfortable here. Can I call you by name?
Me: Certainly Guru-ji.
I was feeling a bit uncomfortable in front of five males, as I was the only woman there. They were all looking at me. I was wearing a light colored cotton sari with matching blouse. Though my breasts were erect as usual through my blouse and sari pallu, I noticed none were looking at that as most males do when they first meet me. Finally looking at Guru-ji's calm eyes and listening to his soothing voice, I was getting normal and comfortable.
Guru-ji: Okay Kajal, let me introduce you to the members of my ashram. Sanjeev you have already met, the other ones are Rajkamal, Nirmal, and Uday. During the time of 'diksha' Sanjeev will guide you and others will help you during the 'treatment' in different phases, which I will tell you clearly later. Now you take rest and I will meet you at 10:00 p.m. for 'diksha'. Sanjeev will steer you through.
Sanjeev: Please come Madam.
We went to a cozy small room, which Sanjeev referred to as 'my room' with an attached toilet, where I found a very large mirror, where one can see almost the full figure, which seemed quite unusual to me, as we generally have small mirrors in bathrooms. There was also a clean white towel, soaps, toothpaste, etc. nicely kept as is in a hotel. In the room there was a cot, a dressing table with comb, hair-clips, sindoor, bindi, etc., a chair and a cupboard in that room. Sanjeev gave me a cup of milk and some snacks to eat.
Super bro do sai pallavi,Keerthi suresh,megha akash pls#A Night of Error part -- 1
It was a bright March morning at 7.00 AM. The radiant ray of morning sun was falling on the Terrace. Viswanath was sitting comfortably on rattan chair enjoying the pleasant morning. A small wooden table was placed beside him for the purpose of keeping news papers and Tea .He was enjoying the morning through warmth of sun; however, the atmosphere was moist and still, the blister of dew drops could be seen in the leaves of Ivy hanging over from the Terrace top and petals of roses in Flower pots. A cool breeze was flowing through the Terrace. The air was fresh, and had a fresh smell to it. He looked out over sky, birds and beautiful sunrise. He could see the orange glow on the horizon. The view was relaxing.
Viswanath looked down from Terrace to the down and he had a pleasant view of the lemon tree, the grave pine and a variety of trees in the campus near main gate. He looked down at the open field near a Telecommunication Tower in front of his Building. It was very quite outside. He noticed a blue colored Truck, parked in the middle of the field, containing large numbers of Bamboos stacked .He found six numbers of Boys of Event Manager, who had started digging holes in different parts of the open field. He was happy to see that the work had started at so early hour of the day. His daughter's marriage ceremony would take place after two days and this open field would be turned in to a decorated marriage stage, with a big Reception and Dinning places. So many Invitees and Guest would be attending the ceremony.
Viswanath was aged 48 yrs old, a tall person and very fair in complexion. He was strongly built and looking much younger than his actual age. He was a coal Transporter in Dhanbad. During a very short period, he was able to amass a lot of wealth, sufficient to feed his next two generation, carrying the legacy of his late father who started this business. His pink colored Two & Half storey Building built on 5,000 Sq.feet Area could be easily noticeable in the posh locality, where, most of the inhabitants were Rich/Upper class. The locality was a very neat and clean with wide lanes, less traffic and far from the crowd.
He had huge land properties at his native place, looked after by Care Taker, and his family was still considered a Zaminder family in his native locality. Some decades ago, when Dhanbad was not explored & invaded by outside world, his late father, Surya Narayan was lured by heavy deposit of coal in Dhanbad and left his native place for Dhanbad for starting coal transport business. Within a short span of time, the business picked up due to demand of coal in International market, and also emerging of various plants/factories in India. Viswanath carrying the legacy of his father was now an established big Transporter of coal in Dhanbad.
Viswanath was under little tense as; the marriage ceremony of his daughter was coming after two days. Almost all of his Relatives had reached. He had accommodated all of them in the ground floor which had six numbers of big Rooms with 4 numbers of Toilets and a big Hall. He had arranged to put mattress everywhere serviced by two male servants and two maids. The second storey was occupied by his family members and close Relatives. He was fully satisfied with all the arrangements.
He heard the jingling of Anklets. "Papa, Here is your news paper," a sweet voice was heard. Viswanath turned his face backside.
His daughter, Nivetha was there. She had completed graduation. She was very fair in complexion, tall like him, with a round face, having bright sparkling black eyes, with sharp nose and thick rosy lips. She was a typical Indian girl in her physical stature, reflecting a very attractive beautiful girl. She had glowing skin. She had an exotic seductive looks. She had olive black eyes, with spark and glow in her eyes. She had raven black hairs and the shinning silky long hairs befalling on her narrow waist. She was perfect size of 34/28/36.
She was a modern Indian girl, but looked very much traditional unlike ultra modern girls. She was wearing salwar &kameez, with dupatta neatly spread above. Sometimes she was allowed to wear jeans, with tops on festive occasions by her parents. She had a natural beauty, a person will always remember.
Viswanath Mishra glanced towards his daughter, with a fatherly affection, and thought that she was beautiful like his wife Nayanthara. He will be missing her after two days. He loved her very much. Being the youngest and only daughter, Nivetha was closely attached to her father and always taking care of every small needs of her father. She was very much obedient to her parents and the moment, the marriage proposal came through a family friend & Relative (Father in law of her elder Brother Aditya), she happily consented, when her parents accepted the proposal, in spite of the fact that the Boy did not belong to their caste. The Groom was named Aakash Ghosh aged 25 years, a tall handsome Boy, doing job in Washington in a very reputed USA Company. Two months before, they had seen each other in front of their parents.
They had a formal conversation, and Nivetha found him very caring, gentle and docile. Both of them were very happy to be married soon. Now the time had reached, leaving only for two days.
Nivetha looked at him. He noticed tears in her eyes. "Papa, I will not leave you," she suddenly sobbed and embraced him.
"What is this Beta? Why should you leave us? At any moment, we can visit and see you," he said.
"Papa, I love you," she said and sobbed more.
"Don't worry Beta! Akash is a very good boy and your Father In-law & Mother in- law are finest human beings in this world. Further, Amit Uncle (Father in law of Aditya) is your next neighbor there," he said and patted on the back of Nivetha. Then, he said, "Beta I am reading news paper, inform Bahu, (Daughter in law) to serve me a hot cup of tea."
"Yes Papa," she replied after wiping her tears and left.
Nivetha was very much nervous, thinking about the first night, she would spend with her husband, feeling jittery mixed with excitement, as her marriage day was coming nearer. While coming back from her father, she thought of Vijay Bhaiya.
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Vijay was a neighbor boy. His father was adjunct neighbor to Viswanath. Being the next neighbor to Viswanath, his father had a deep friendly relationship with Viswanath for so many years. From his child hood, Vijay had a free access to Viswanath's household. He regarded Viswanath Uncle & Nayanthara Aunty with utmost respect in the similar manner as; he was paying respect to his parents. Viswanath's elder son Aditya always regarded him as his younger brother. The young Aditya had left for Delhi to pursue higher education. In his absence, Vijay was like a second son to Viswanath family and a big brother to Nivetha. He would take care of all kinds of needs of Viswanath family, as, accompanying Nayanthara Aunty for shopping, or escorting them to distant journey on occasions.
He was very happy after birth of Nivetha when, he was 3 years old. He found a play mate. When Nivetha grew up gradually, she looked so cute like a Doll that she became the darling of the nearby locality. But Nivetha would not allow any other kids to play with her, she would only play with her Vijay Bhaiya. Even when, they started going to school, in weekend, they would play together whole day. He was very protected towards Nivetha and, the Viswanath family was aware of this and feeling very proud of Vijay.
The innocent mind of Vijay was corrupted after the age of 18 years when, he just entered in to his college life .Some wicked boys from back Bench confided him the secret of sex. He came to know the names of private organs of both male and female, such as, Dick, pussy and fucking. The Boys explained in details how they have watched secretly their Parents fucking in night, fondling /squeezing each other's private organs, kissing and sucking each other's dick/pussy including nipples.
After hearing all of this, immediately Vijay's growing up dick would get hardness. After school, at home, he will have a strong urge to touch his dick always. After touching continuously, he discovered that hardness will come after continuous touching. He derived a secret pleasure out of this. Gradually, another secret was revealed by some of the boys regarding masturbation. Vijay also tried that after, going to bed in night when, his parents were asleep. In the darkness of night, he experienced the real ecstasy.
He also came to know that sex was a Taboo thing among blood relations. He would often stare at Boobs of big girls and ladies and spontaneously getting hardness.
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Time was passing very rapidly. Vijay at the age of 19 yrs old had developed a 7" cock in size engulfed with black hairs coming in around his cock and Balls. To fulfill his sexual urge, he would masturbate vigorously and sometimes, he would invite his school maid, named Ramya, who had a soft and smooth body. He would fuck in his ass hole and would ejaculate his hot semen deep inside the ass hole of Ramya. But his brotherly affection and duty towards Nivetha was continuing as usual. Viswanath uncle had sent Aditya Bhaiya to New Delhi for pursuing higher education.
Vijay, now, turned in to a tall young man and was pursuing his education of graduation. The long hairs and growing of moustache and beards in his face added to his masculine physique, he was a handsome young man in the locality. Young girls in the locality as well as in his college would stare at him intently and sigh. He gradually watched the growing up of Nivetha, but discarded it from his mind as a natural growth, and considered her as his little sister. But whenever, he would see other girls, immediately, he will have a hard erection which was quite natural for his age. His cock had now grown in to 6.5" size, long and thick in black color like a black cobra, with a round pink bulbous head which will be visible when, he would stretch the foreskin downwards. He was well aware of the fact that it was very risky to fuck an outsider girl or woman, particularly, a prostitute because, he might invite STD (Sexual Transmission Disease).
So it was better to masturbate to relieve him. When, he would feel very horny, he would call his old pal Ramya and fuck him in her ass hole in doggy style. It seemed, Ramya was very fond of his big cock.
After completion of graduation at Dhanbad, now, he was in Calcutta (Kolkata) doing his MBA in 1st year. He had already started going to Gym, and getting transformed in to a very handsome, muscular young man. He would find beautiful girls around him in the college, and most of the Girls would find themselves attracted towards him. Vijay was befriended with many girls of his college, but still he had not started any relationship with any of them. On each and every occasion of holidays, he was visiting his native city Dhanbad, and resumed his relationship with Ramya which was just the sexual satisfaction of his urge.
At the same time, he would always ensure to visit Nivetha's house. He would always visit Viswanath Uncle & Nayanthara Aunty and also to his beloved little Nivetha.
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The old man got concerned, although he was heavily drunk. "What happened?" he whispered.
"I am a virgin girl and this is my first time. I am feeling severe pain," said Nivetha.
The old man got more excited by hearing this, his hard dick inside the ass cheeks got harder, as he was thinking that he was fucking a virgin pussy. Because, Nivetha was squeezing her ass cheeks in a very forced way, the old man in his drunken stage thought that the virgin pussy was very tight. He did not want to get the virgin pussy bleeding more, which may get problem for this very young girl. So he started pushing his dick slowly. Nivetha had a very deep crack of ass cheeks and she felt the dick was passing between pussy hole and ass hole.
He started sliding his cock back and forth in between her wet fold. He placed his hand back on her breast, and started playing with her nipple again. She was happy that the dick had not invaded her virgin pussy. The old man in his drunken mind, was fucking continuously, thinking that he was fucking a virgin pussy of a young rich girl. Nivetha was also enjoying this kind of fucking. Her ass started to grind against him.
She started breathing really hard and moaned, "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Due to her excitement, she felt a gush of hot liquid, and she came again in her pussy.
The old man further could not control himself, and violently squeezed the boobs of Nivetha, and ejaculated a stream of hot sticky liquid continuously for some seconds. The sticky liquid in her ass crack was flowing down near her pussy lips.
"Fffflllllllooooooopppppppp" a sound was heard as cork in bottle was opened, He withdrew his cock.
Suddenly, the conductor of Bus announced that they were approaching the city. Immediately, Nivetha zipped the kameez in her back side but could not fix the straps of Bra, which was kept inside as it was in loosening manner. She tied the knot of her salwar just below her naval area. The Bus was entering the city area.
The old man whispered, "How will you go to your home?"
Nivetha replied, "I would take a Rickshaw.
The old man replied, "Don't worry! I would arrange a Rickshaw for you. The person standing behind me is a Rickshaw puller (of cycle Rickshaw), a friend of mine. He has kept his Rickshaw in the Bus stop."
Nivetha consented, "ok."
Little did she know that the Rickshaw puller, the friend of old man standing behind him had witnessed everything from the starting till end.
TO BE CONTINUED....