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#Kajal ashram story part 5

Guru-ji: Kumar, what are you waiting for? Time is precious. Auspicious time for Avika ends at midnight.

I felt Mr. Yadav was riding on my back. I was feeling so very embarrassed. Guru-ji helped him to stretch his body on my body. What an embarrassment for me I thought. If my husband saw this scene, he must have fainted. I clearly felt Mr. Yadav adjusting his penis to exactly fit in my ass crack. I felt his hands holding my shoulder and his whole body weight was on my body. It must have been a grand feeling for him to ride like this on a married woman.

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! You can start Kumar. Kajal you concentrate on the mantras and offer that loudly to Linga Maharaj.

I could see Guru-ji from my lying position. He closed his eyes and Mr. Yadav started whispering the mantras in my ears. I really was unable to concentrate. Can any woman concentrate in this position with a man lying on her back? Mr. Yadav was no fool and began to take full advantage of my compromised state. He was now thrusting more pressure on my soft buttocks and pressing his lund more into my crack. Thank god! I was wearing a panty today, which was actually hindering his penis to probe deep in my ass crack.

Mr. Yadav's voice was trembling as he narrated the mantras as I could pretty well realize he was slowly thumping my gaand, as if he was fucking me. I tried to keep my voice as much steady as possible as I was chanting the Sanskrit words aloud. Guru-ji had his eyes closed and Sanjeev's back was towards us and so it was a free ride for this disabled man. I could feel his wooden casted leg over my sari on my legs, but apart from that he seemed quite able in this age too! His thumping speed was increasing and his hardness too.

Now I could clearly feel he was also tasting my ears and cheeks with his lips and tongue in between the pauses of uttering the mantras. I knew I should not allow this, but the way Guru-ji reacted previously, I did not have the courage to interrupt things interim. I was breathing heavily now and I could realize Mr. Yadav was panting almost. It was 'some' pleasure surely for him at this age. Just at that juncture, he did something, which made my heart miss a beat.

I was in a pranam posture, though lying on floor, with both my arms extended forward above my head. My blouse-covered boobs pressed against the floor and were open from the sides. The rascal did not miss to spot that, and seeing Guru-ji still had his eyes closed, he took off his hand off my shoulder and also kept the book from his hand on the floor. Then he kept both his hands to my sides to support his body. I was a bit relieved in fact, as previously the whole of his body pressure was on my back, but it was only momentarily. The next moment, he shifted his hands to my sides and gently touched boobs over my blouse.

I closed my eyes in shame, anger, and excitement, but I could not explode thinking of Guru-ji's presence. Simultaneously since I was constantly being enticed by this man, I also by that time got a good arousal. Hence I did not react to this outrageous act of Mr. Yadav and pretended I was engrossed in chanting the mantras. I could feel initially he was only gently touching and pressing my breasts and now seeing I was still chanting the mantras loudly what he whispered, he gained in confidence, which was natural also. Somewhere down my mind I wanted that probably, as I was feeling horny.

Mr. Yadav now increased the pressure with both hands on my breasts, which were already smashed to the floor due to his body weight on me. I realized he eased off his body pressure off my back a bit and the moment I also loosened my body, he grabbed my ripe mangoes with both hands and felt the firmness and roundness of them. I really at that moment was feeling that my husband was on top of me and squashing my boobs. In fact at home Rajesh often did that to me and I also enjoyed this sort of lovemaking. My husband used to insert both his hands completely below my body and then grip both my boobs and playfully searched the nipples and twisted them constantly till I was fully wet down my pussy.

Thankfully Mr. Yadav was not that courageous and showed some decency, probably myself being someone's wife. But he made sure that he got full pleasure cupping each of my boobs from the sides. Ow even my voice was thoroughly trembling and I did not know what I was chanting.

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj!

Guru-ji as if was awake from his slumber and Mr. Yadav was quick enough to remove his hands off my boobs. His hot breaths were falling on my neck, shoulder and ears and making me feel more horny. I realized that Mr. Yadav was complete with his mantras.

Guru-ji: Kumar, you be in that position and tell what you want for Avika in one sentence nine times in the ears of Kajal.

Mr. Yadav: Guru-ji I just want her to pass this Class XII exam.

Guru-ji: Okay. Whisper that five times in her ears and Kajal you rely the same to Linga Maharaj. After each vocal pray, I will also pray for Avika and you wait till I finish and then narrate your next prayer. Clear?

Myself and Mr. Yadav both agreed to him.

Guru-ji: Everybody close your eyes and do the prayer.

I closed my eyes and before that noticed Guru-ji closed his.

Mr. Yadav: I just want my daughter to pass the Class XII exam Linga Maharaj.

He whispered in my ears ensuring that his lips touch my ears and neck and his pelvis exerting more pressure on my soft and rotund buttocks, which was suggestive of he wanted something more. I very well knew what that 'more' was -- he wanted to have my boobs. I was enough heated by that time and retracted my extended arms for pranam and exerting a bit of pressure with my elbows created a little gap below my armpit so that Mr. Yadav could easily put his hands there to grip my blouse covered treasures. I was loudly saying Mr. Yadav's desire for his daughter to Linga Maharaj and Guru-ji was adding mantras in Sanskrit.

I had my eyes closed, but could very well realize Mr. Yadav now headed for my succulent boobs and as he squeezed both with both his hands, he was breathing quite heavily and was gyrating his pelvis as if he was fucking me. I was getting thoroughly wet within my panty with each thump of his on my flaring ass. And I noticed Mr. Yadav was most active with his hands on my sweaty blouse when Guru-ji was narrating mantras and we both were silent. I also was responding to his touches and squeezes and moved my hips gently to feel his piston more on my sari-covered ass cheeks.

I was soon over with my five times narration of Mr. Yadav's message for Avika to Linga Maharaj and was honestly wondering what next!

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj!

Mr. Yadav stopped fucking my ass and rested quietly just beside my body. I was feeling his prick very evidently on my ass and in fact wanted to remove my panty now as I was not getting full enjoyment as it was obstructing his tool onto my ass crack.

Guru-ji: Okay, now a little break and then the last part, which is meditation for Avika Beti.

Now I had to adjust my bra and blouse a little as Mr. Yadav had pressed and squeezed my boobs in such a manner that I was feeling awful tight within my clothes. At the same time, I now desperately wanted to get out of my panty to feel Mr. Yadav's hard lund completely on my ass. Moreover, I wanted to urinate also to feel comfortable. I instantly thought of a way out.

Me: Guru-ji, can I go to the toilet once?

Guru-ji smiled and nodded. The smile made me as if so exposed in front of these males. Everybody as if knew why I was going to the toilet. I lowered my eyes and went out of the room, but I realized I did not know where the toilet was.

Me: Sanjeev, which way is the toilet?

At that very moment, Mr. Yadav also expressed the same thought to Guru-ji about using the conveniences.

Guru-ji: Kumar, you can show Kajal the way to the toilet.

Guru-ji paused a little and then added.

Guru-ji: Oh! But you need someone to help you there. Kajal can you help him?

I was not prepared for this and almost stammered to reply.

Me: Err... Ya. No problem Guru-ji.

I went back inside the room again and helped Mr. Yadav to get up from floor and this he held me like he was clinging on to his wife. He was holding my blouse-covered back and of course his fingers inched very close towards my sweaty armpit. With the other hand he was latching on to his walking stick.

Mr. Yadav: This way Kajal.

He showed me the way indicating through his walking cane. We were now completely out of the puja-ghar and out of view of both Guru-ji and Sanjeev. Mr. Yadav looked back down the stairs to see probably if someone was coming or not. I also glanced back and saw the stairs and hallway was clear. Believe me, I was expecting some manly action from this old man now, like taking hold of my boobs or squeezing my ass flesh and a tight hug may be. What more could I expect from this disabled person! But to my utter frustration, after having walked a few steps down the puja-ghar, Mr. Yadav did not do anything and walked dragging his feet towards the toilet. And in no time, we reached the toilet.

What should I do? I was cursing this old man in my mind, as he was so active while he was lying on my back, but now he seemed a real disabled creature. My whole body was almost aching for a tight male hug.

Me: You stand here; I will finish in a moment.

I said in an irritant voice.

Mr. Yadav: But Kajal, I cannot stand alone. I will fall down.

Me: Then what to do?

I was speaking in a reluctant voice and still not aware of what he wanted actually.

Mr. Yadav: We have to go to the toilet together.

Me: What?

I looked angrily at him. What does this old man think? Yes, I have allowed him to touch my body for a while, but that was due to the compromised position of the yagya.

Me: What do you mean?

Mr. Yadav: Kajal, please don't shout. You can see my disabled state. You please hold me while I am in the bathroom.

Me: Okay, that's different. I thought...

 

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Mr. Yadav did not ask me any more question and slowly progressed within the toilet and I accompanied him. As I slowly pushed back the toilet door behind me, Mr. Yadav kept the walking stick on the bathroom wall hook. And then in a flash he opened his pajama string and lowered his underwear to bring up his semi erect lund to my view. I could not control myself and readily grabbed his tool, but pretended as if I tried to help him to urinate. We both were trying to maintain some decency through our acts. He held the toilet wall with one hand and my shoulder with the other for support. I could see his semierect penis was gaining in confidence as I held and stroked it.

I could realize Mr. Yadav's right hand slowly making a progress from my shoulder over my blouse to my back and under my armpit and finally grabbing my right breast within my blouse. He removed the pallu slightly so that he can also view my deep cleavage and oozing flesh trying to break through my tight blouse. I continued to stroke his lund, now with two hands, and I was surprised considering his age, it got rock hard in moments. I had a belief that males take longer time to get erection with age, but this old fox got a full erection within a few seconds. The size of his penis was almost similar to my husband's and I quickly removed the foreskin off the penis head.

All along I was stooping a bit and was stroking Mr. Yadav's khada lund and now he was a bit too much excited probably for his age. Initially he was breathing heavily and was squeezing my tight right boob very hard. Now suddenly he took off his hand from the wall and as well from my boob and dragged my head towards his face with his both hands. Naturally he lost control, he leant onto my body and I almost fell, unable to keep his full body weight. Somehow I held him and as soon as he was stable, he forcefully started kissing me. His thick beard was all over my nose, lips, chin and cheeks. I was having an enormous tickling sensation. Honestly I was never kissed by any bearded man and hence never knew the feeling.

I tried to get his wet lips out of my lips, which were already filled with his saliva. I noticed though Mr. Yadav was disabled, he had great strength in his grip. Instead of getting his lips out of mine, he now started kissing me harder and inserted his tongue within my mouth and held me by my hair so that I could not move my head at all. I was still holding his lund with both hands, but what he did next forced me to stop caressing his hot tool. He was kissing me and simultaneously holding my head to keep it steady with both hands, and now suddenly he removed one hand from there and started pulling up my sari, petticoat and all from my waist.

What a pull! Before I could realize very well I could feel Mr. Yadav bunched up my sari off my round ass and with a couple of jerks almost my panty was exposed! I immediately left his penis and tried to save my modesty. But as I tried to drag my sari and petticoat over my bottoms, he was forcefully pulling them up and exposing my full gaand. Mr. Yadav left my hair and now he engaged both his hands to expose my gaand and my struggle went feebler, as I could sense this disabled man's hand strength.

In a flash, he pulled both my sari and petticoat up above my waist. I was trying in vain to save my modesty. He was still kissing and biting my lips and now seeing that he had exposed my lower portion, he hugged me very tight. I remained in his arms with my flaring panty-covered ass clearly visible. He left my lips just for a moment and I could utter only two words. I was gasping desperately.
Me: Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease. Stop.

Very obviously that plea went to deaf ears and I realized the old man was more curious to expose me completely now, as his hands were on the edge on my panty waistband now and he was pretty eager to pull that down. Though no doubt I was pretty excited, but was not completely off my senses and to be naked in front of an unknown man, that too fifty plus in age, was not acceptable to me. I thought the best way to get this old humbug off my body is to jack him off. And I started to stroke and coax his hard lund with the goal to get him masturbated. But he was a tough nut to crack.

I stroked and stroked his penis and it was throbbing to explode, but unfortunately by that time, Mr. Yadav's desires were fulfilled. He was able to pull my panty down off my waist down my buttocks. I could not even obstruct him and stood with my panty stuck between my thighs and Mr. Yadav vigorously milking my plump ass cheeks. He had tucked my sari and petticoat in my waist and was enjoying a free ride of my bottoms. Now he was naturally eager to put his lund in my choot, but my thorough coaxing paid off at last and he jacked off vigorously right at that moment. My hands were filled with his cum and Mr. Yadav looked quite displeased that he could not hold out any more.

The toilet floor was filled with a pool of white fluid and without delay I dragged him to the toilet wall for support and also put his walking stick in his hand and for the first time in a long time I was free from his clutches. He was visibly not happy for natural reasons. I quickly tried to pull up my half-down panty, but soon realized that the way Mr. Yadav had dragged it down in his hurry, it had rolled miserably. I had to take that off because I could not stand with my sari and petticoat pulled up to my waist and try to straighten my panty down my thighs in front of a male. I dropped my sari down and pulled my panty down to the floor and picked it up and kept it on a wall hook. I adjusted my sari very quickly and tried to look decent. Mr. Yadav was all along watching me with lust being melting from his eyes.

His penis looked so limp now and I pulled up his pajama and knotted the string. Even after ejaculation, he seemed to have not lost all heat from body because as I was tying a knot to his pajama he grabbed both my boobs from the front and started cupping them. I tolerated this indecent act of his and I could realize how vulgar it was looking. I was tying a man's pajama and he was openly pressing and gauging my boob size over my blouse! After I finished my job, I was really feeling an urge now to urinate. With all these hugging and groping and exposing, I had to discharge.

Me: Can you stand here for a moment as you are standing now?

Mr. Yadav nodded. I readily went to the latrine, sat down, pulled up my sari and started urinating. The hissing sound of my urination was clearly heard by Mr. Yadav due to so close proximity within this toilet. It was a long piss and I shamelessly had to do it making this 50 year old hear every bit of it. After voiding fully, I was feeling so alleviated that I could not express in words. I rose from my sitting position on the latrine and pulled my sari down and went back to Mr. Yadav. Since I was not wearing a panty, droplets of urine tricked down my pussy to my inner thighs I realized. I casually took my right hand on my thighs and pressed the sari there so that it gets soaked.

I was about to leave the toilet with Mr. Yadav that I noticed my panty hanging on the wall hook. I quickly took it off the hook and the old fox obviously did not miss to comment.

Mr. Yadav: Where would you keep this? You cannot go to Guru-ji with it in your hand.

I knew that very well, still he had to tell it. The rascal.

Mr. Yadav: You can keep it to me if you don't mind. I can keep that in my kurta pocket for the time being.

I thought at this moment to keep my panty concealed from others' eyes, the only place I could keep it was within my blouse, but that would be very uncomfortable for me.

Me: But...

Mr. Yadav: When the yagya is done you can take it from m. I will hand you over in such a way so that no one notices it.

I did not think much and agreed to him and handed him my semi soaked panty. Mr. Yadav took it and kept it in his side pocket. We were both out of the toilet now, Mr. Yadav walking with his stick and my support.

Mr. Yadav: Kajal, one thing I must confess. You have a very sexy body. Your husband is an extremely lucky man.

 

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I smiled with a slightly surprised face.

Me: How do you know that I am married?

Mr. Yadav: My experienced eyes can figure out that.

We both smiled and walked slowly towards the puja-ghar.

Mr. Yadav: Married women would be envious of you about this.

Completing the words, his lips came very close to my face and brushed on my cheeks and he was looking down my blouse. He quietly moved his right arm down from over my shoulder and cupped my right breast and gave it a very tight squeeze. I almost trembled at this behavior in the open hallway. And at the same time, his thick beard tickled me on my face.

Me: Please behave yourself.

Mr. Yadav: You are smiling and saying to stop me. How contradictory!

Me: That's for your beard. It's tickling me.

We were then at the turn in the hallway just before the puja-ghar and the place was a bit secured, not open at least, and Mr. Yadav did not allow that opportunity to go abegging.

Mr. Yadav: Give me a chance dear. I want to tickle your naked body with my beard, which your hubby can never do.

He whispered in my ears, now getting alarmingly closer and his right hand slipped inside my blouse now. I did not resist fully, but was still hesitating as we were still in the open. And Mr. Yadav probably could anticipate what was going on through my mind.

Mr. Yadav: Kajal, no one will come here. You just hold my stick.

Me: No, not again. Pleeeeease.

Mr. Yadav: Have some mercy on this handicapped man dear. You are an angel Kajal.

I was really not unwilling to have more male touches on my body and frankly though this man looked aged and was disabled, his grips were much stronger than my husband even. Yes, I cannot love him like Uday, but he was acceptable, except for his beard. That was giving me a real hard tickle as he approached me closely. I finally took his walking stick from his hand and held him otherwise he might fall.

Mr. Yadav was probably only waiting for me to take his walking aid and hugged me from the front as if he would grind me within his arms. My matured boobs crushed on his chest and he made sure that I could not utter a sound as he sealed my lips with his thick lips and started kissing me real hard. His thick beard was again giving tickling me on my face and I was feeling very amused as well as uncomfortable. But Mr. Yadav did not allow me much to think on his beard since he inserted his hands within my sari though my waist and started cupping my naked ass cheeks as I had removed my panty while I was in the toilet with him. My petticoat knot was also not very securely tied, which in a way helped him to do this lewd act.

I was instantly aroused to the full as I felt his warm and rough palms pressing on my bare flesh of my buttocks. And within moments, he took out his hands and moved up to pair of juicy upper treasures and directly tried to open my blouse buttons.

Me: Mmmmmmmm....

I struggled to speak, as all along his lips were sucking and biting my tender lips. I tried to nod my head vigorously indicating a "No" to this act, but Mr. Yadav seemed determined to grab my boobs in the naked form. I could realize he already opened a couple of my blouse hooks and was pressing my bulging flesh over it. I now started obstructing him with more force with my hands, but just then, we were both froze hearing a voice!

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Sanjeev: Madam! Madam!

Sanjeev was coming in search of us.

Me: O! My god!

Mr. Yadav: Just keep quiet Kajal, I don't think he can see us in this corner.

We both waited quietly for Sanjeev to pass that corner in the hallway and to proceed towards the toilet. We both were breathing very heavily as we were very much aroused sexually, but still tried our best to be silent. Sanjeev passed that area without seeing us and I immediately handed over the walking stick to Mr. Yadav and adjusted my sari to decency. It had fallen from my waist and my petticoat was visible, which I at once covered and then hooked up my blouse though much of my cleavage was visible due to Mr. Yadav's heavy duty squeezing. In a few moments we started walking 'normally' on the hallway back to the puja-ghar as if nothing happened and we knew very well Sanjeev would be back soon not seeing us at the toilet.

Exactly that happened and we had not even completed ten steps that Sanjeev was back and he expressed his surprise that he did not find us in the hallway, neither in the toilet. Mr. Yadav smartly managed the situation and we were back into the puja-ghar.

Guru-ji: You took so much time that I was worried that...

Mr. Yadav: No, Guru-ji I did not fall, but took some extra time in the toilet.

Guru-ji: Okay. Now let us get back our concentration and finish off with you Kumar.

Mr. Yadav: Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Now that we have offered our prayers to Agnidev and Linga Maharaj, now we will meditate for Avika Beti.

We both were standing in front of the yagya fire and Guru-ji was sitting opposite to us. I noticed Sanjeev was over with the bhog preparation and he was also standing beside us.

Guru-ji: Kajal, you get back to your previous position for the 'pranam' posture.

I obeyed Guru-ji's words and sat on my knees first and tugging my pallu to my waist so that I make minimum exposure lied on the floor with my plump buns facing the three males. I also extended my arms above my head for the 'pranam'. As I getting down of the floor, Sanjeev was holding Mr. Yadav.

Guru-ji: Kumar you also get back to your original position on your medium.

I felt Mr. Yadav's body weight again on my body and his erect penis pricked me on my soft buttocks. Now that I was not wearing a panty, the feel was more evident and the arousal was more certainly. It reminded me of the same memories in my bedroom when my husband would ride my back wearing a lungi and I wore just a nightie and nothing inside. I tried to control myself and tried to concentrate on Linga Maharaj, but of course in vain.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, take this bowl and keep beside Kumar.

I saw Sanjeev came with a small bowl of white fluid with a spoon in it and kept it near my head. There were some small edibles floating in the fluid.

Guru-ji: You again pray for Avika Beti with full concentration and whisper that in Kajal's ears as before, but addition will be you fed her with one spoonful of the yagya ras (=fluid extract of this yagya) after each prayer. Okay Kumar?

Mr. Yadav: As you say Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Kajal, this time there is a slight change for you.

Me: What Guru-ji?

I replied from my lying position turning my head towards Guru-ji and noticed that his eyes were fixed on my hillock-like sari-covered ass, as I lay on the floor. As our eyes met I clearly realized Guru-ji shifted his attention from my gaand.

Guru-ji: After Kumar feeds you the blessed ras, you relay the prayer to Linga Maharaj, this time in your mind, and then turn upside down. Kumar will repeat the same and the cycle will continue for six times, 3 above and 3 down. Okay?

It took some time for me to realize and before I could comprehend fully, Sanjeev explained me in very crude words what shamelessness I will have to exhibit now.

Sanjeev: Madam, its very simple. What Guru-ji meant was now you are lying upside down. Mr. Yadav will do his first prayer in this position. Then you recline in the normal horizontal position as we normally lie down in bed. Mr. Yadav will do his second prayer in that position. And like this a total of six prayers are to be performed. That's all. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Kajal I know it's a bit clumsy for any woman, but a yagya custom is a yagya custom. I cannot bypass it.

I had nothing to say, but to nod and obey Guru-ji's words. My ears turned red instantly thinking of the very scene. I will be lying on the floor horizontally and Mr. Yadav would climb up my body for his second prayer. Prior also, he was riding my body for prayers, but still it had some dignity for me, as I was facing the floor, but this time it is like I am lying on bed and my husband would hug me getting on top of me. And to crown it, I would be watched doing this shameless act by two males. I could not look up at all and just kept my head down with my hands extended in the form of pranam.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, you stay near Kumar to help him get up and get down.

I realized Sanjeev came near me and sat beside me. Now Mr. Yadav was sitting on my left hand side and Sanjeev to the right hand side and I was lying on the floor in between them.

Guru-ji: Okay, Kumar you may start your first prayer. Everyone concentrate. Jai Linga Maharaj!

I felt a hand resting on my left ass cheek and a leg crossing my thighs and could well realize Mr. Yadav was getting on top of my back. Sanjeev must have helped him, but I was shocked the next moment, as I felt two different hands on my body. One was Mr. Yadav and surely the other one had to be Sanjeev! Mr. Yadav had not yet rested his body on my back fully and he was holding my blouse-covered back shoulder for support I could realize, but Sanjeev instead of dragging Mr. Yadav's disabled leg onto my legs, he was gripping and feeling my well formed inner thighs over my sari! I was in such a clumsy position that I could not turn back, but fortunately in a few moments Mr. Yadav was fully stretching his body on my back and Sanjeev had removed his hands off my legs.

I heard Mr. Yadav whisper his first prayer. I was feeling much amused that he could still pray for his daughter! I evidently felt Mr. Yadav's lund was growing harder within his pajama getting the touch of my alluring sari-covered flesh. This time the feel was much more appealing for me and unrestricted, as I was not wearing my panty. Same was the case with Mr. Yadav also, as I found in no time he was moving his pelvis in a subtle rhythmic fashion pressing more and more on my buttocks.

Now he took a spoonful of the yagya ras and fed me. My lips were already open due to the activities on my back. Sanjeev helped Mr. Yadav to feed me the fluid. It tasted really good and I wanted to gulp more, but Guru-ji's order was one spoonful at a time. I then closed my eyes and relayed his prayer to Linga Maharaj.

Sanjeev: Madam, I will get Mr. Yadav down and now you turn to face us.

My heart was almost pounding as Mr. Yadav descended off my body. Now I had to turn and face Sanjeev and Mr. Yadav. As I turned I could very well realize I was looking rather tempting and noticed that both of them were looking very lewdly at my youthful body. I looked up and noted that Guru-ji was also looking at me with a smiling face.

Guru-ji: Now Kumar, you do your second prayer. Kajal, as the medium you accommodate him fully on your body. The ritual says that the medium should be able to listen to the devotee's heartbeat.

I was feeling so ashamed that I just nodded lying in front of these three males. Mr. Yadav was more than eager to ride me and as he rose on my body, I simply shut my eyes out of utter humiliation of being watched. As I turned to lie on the floor in normal posture, I did one change from my previous posture, mainly out of natural womanly shyness and kept my hands folded on my bosom. But...

Sanjeev: Madam, please keep your hands above your head in the pranam stance.

Me: I am feeling very uncomfortable like that.

I had to say now, but later found it was better not to have raised the issue, as Guru-ji made me more humiliated by his words.

Sanjeev: But Madam...

Guru-ji: Kajal, we all know that you cannot remain comfortable if a male gets onto to your body. But my dear, every activity that we perform has an objective. If you keep your arms crossed on your breasts, how can you feel the heartbeats of Kumar? How would you feel the impulse of his prayer as a medium if your breasts do not meet his chest?

He paused a little and there was absolute silence in the puja-ghar. All three males were looking at my folded hands on my undulating blouse-covered full breasts.

Guru-ji: If it was a tantra yagya and you acted as the medium, I would have made you strip your clothes because that's the norm of that ritual.

I was feeling so very disgraced hearing all this in front of these males and was cursing myself why I raised the issue at all. Wasting no more time, I raised my hands above my head from my lying position and naturally my pallu shifted a bit off my twin mountains and my blouse stretched making my boobs look more appealing and tempting.

In no time, Mr. Yadav was on top of my body and as he did that I clenched my teeth in shyness. I almost had the same feeling as if my husband was getting on top of my body and I am lying supine on bed. He would first kiss my neck and shoulder and then kiss my lips and his one hand would surely cup my breasts over my nightie or blouse, whatever I wore in the house, and would twist my nipples. Then he would definitely pull up my dress to expose my legs and thighs even if it was not an intercourse session, but just a limited love making episode. At times he would let me pass not pulling up my dress till my waist and hence not making me somewhat uneasy to expose my panty or pussy. Likewise Mr. Yadav placed himself quite securely over my body touching me everywhere almost except my ass!

to be continued...

 

[Rajrishabhsr]

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[Don7266]

I smiled with a slightly surprised face.

Me: How do you know that I am married?

Mr. Yadav: My experienced eyes can figure out that.

We both smiled and walked slowly towards the puja-ghar.

Mr. Yadav: Married women would be envious of you about this.

Completing the words, his lips came very close to my face and brushed on my cheeks and he was looking down my blouse. He quietly moved his right arm down from over my shoulder and cupped my right breast and gave it a very tight squeeze. I almost trembled at this behavior in the open hallway. And at the same time, his thick beard tickled me on my face.

Me: Please behave yourself.

Mr. Yadav: You are smiling and saying to stop me. How contradictory!

Me: That's for your beard. It's tickling me.

We were then at the turn in the hallway just before the puja-ghar and the place was a bit secured, not open at least, and Mr. Yadav did not allow that opportunity to go abegging.

Mr. Yadav: Give me a chance dear. I want to tickle your naked body with my beard, which your hubby can never do.

He whispered in my ears, now getting alarmingly closer and his right hand slipped inside my blouse now. I did not resist fully, but was still hesitating as we were still in the open. And Mr. Yadav probably could anticipate what was going on through my mind.

Mr. Yadav: Kajal, no one will come here. You just hold my stick.

Me: No, not again. Pleeeeease.

Mr. Yadav: Have some mercy on this handicapped man dear. You are an angel Kajal.

I was really not unwilling to have more male touches on my body and frankly though this man looked aged and was disabled, his grips were much stronger than my husband even. Yes, I cannot love him like Uday, but he was acceptable, except for his beard. That was giving me a real hard tickle as he approached me closely. I finally took his walking stick from his hand and held him otherwise he might fall.

Mr. Yadav was probably only waiting for me to take his walking aid and hugged me from the front as if he would grind me within his arms. My matured boobs crushed on his chest and he made sure that I could not utter a sound as he sealed my lips with his thick lips and started kissing me real hard. His thick beard was again giving tickling me on my face and I was feeling very amused as well as uncomfortable. But Mr. Yadav did not allow me much to think on his beard since he inserted his hands within my sari though my waist and started cupping my naked ass cheeks as I had removed my panty while I was in the toilet with him. My petticoat knot was also not very securely tied, which in a way helped him to do this lewd act.

I was instantly aroused to the full as I felt his warm and rough palms pressing on my bare flesh of my buttocks. And within moments, he took out his hands and moved up to pair of juicy upper treasures and directly tried to open my blouse buttons.

Me: Mmmmmmmm....

I struggled to speak, as all along his lips were sucking and biting my tender lips. I tried to nod my head vigorously indicating a "No" to this act, but Mr. Yadav seemed determined to grab my boobs in the naked form. I could realize he already opened a couple of my blouse hooks and was pressing my bulging flesh over it. I now started obstructing him with more force with my hands, but just then, we were both froze hearing a voice!

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Sanjeev: Madam! Madam!

Sanjeev was coming in search of us.

Me: O! My god!

Mr. Yadav: Just keep quiet Kajal, I don't think he can see us in this corner.

We both waited quietly for Sanjeev to pass that corner in the hallway and to proceed towards the toilet. We both were breathing very heavily as we were very much aroused sexually, but still tried our best to be silent. Sanjeev passed that area without seeing us and I immediately handed over the walking stick to Mr. Yadav and adjusted my sari to decency. It had fallen from my waist and my petticoat was visible, which I at once covered and then hooked up my blouse though much of my cleavage was visible due to Mr. Yadav's heavy duty squeezing. In a few moments we started walking 'normally' on the hallway back to the puja-ghar as if nothing happened and we knew very well Sanjeev would be back soon not seeing us at the toilet.

Exactly that happened and we had not even completed ten steps that Sanjeev was back and he expressed his surprise that he did not find us in the hallway, neither in the toilet. Mr. Yadav smartly managed the situation and we were back into the puja-ghar.

Guru-ji: You took so much time that I was worried that...

Mr. Yadav: No, Guru-ji I did not fall, but took some extra time in the toilet.

Guru-ji: Okay. Now let us get back our concentration and finish off with you Kumar.

Mr. Yadav: Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Now that we have offered our prayers to Agnidev and Linga Maharaj, now we will meditate for Avika Beti.

We both were standing in front of the yagya fire and Guru-ji was sitting opposite to us. I noticed Sanjeev was over with the bhog preparation and he was also standing beside us.

Guru-ji: Kajal, you get back to your previous position for the 'pranam' posture.

I obeyed Guru-ji's words and sat on my knees first and tugging my pallu to my waist so that I make minimum exposure lied on the floor with my plump buns facing the three males. I also extended my arms above my head for the 'pranam'. As I getting down of the floor, Sanjeev was holding Mr. Yadav.

Guru-ji: Kumar you also get back to your original position on your medium.

I felt Mr. Yadav's body weight again on my body and his erect penis pricked me on my soft buttocks. Now that I was not wearing a panty, the feel was more evident and the arousal was more certainly. It reminded me of the same memories in my bedroom when my husband would ride my back wearing a lungi and I wore just a nightie and nothing inside. I tried to control myself and tried to concentrate on Linga Maharaj, but of course in vain.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, take this bowl and keep beside Kumar.

I saw Sanjeev came with a small bowl of white fluid with a spoon in it and kept it near my head. There were some small edibles floating in the fluid.

Guru-ji: You again pray for Avika Beti with full concentration and whisper that in Kajal's ears as before, but addition will be you fed her with one spoonful of the yagya ras (=fluid extract of this yagya) after each prayer. Okay Kumar?

Mr. Yadav: As you say Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Kajal, this time there is a slight change for you.

Me: What Guru-ji?

I replied from my lying position turning my head towards Guru-ji and noticed that his eyes were fixed on my hillock-like sari-covered ass, as I lay on the floor. As our eyes met I clearly realized Guru-ji shifted his attention from my gaand.

Guru-ji: After Kumar feeds you the blessed ras, you relay the prayer to Linga Maharaj, this time in your mind, and then turn upside down. Kumar will repeat the same and the cycle will continue for six times, 3 above and 3 down. Okay?

It took some time for me to realize and before I could comprehend fully, Sanjeev explained me in very crude words what shamelessness I will have to exhibit now.

Sanjeev: Madam, its very simple. What Guru-ji meant was now you are lying upside down. Mr. Yadav will do his first prayer in this position. Then you recline in the normal horizontal position as we normally lie down in bed. Mr. Yadav will do his second prayer in that position. And like this a total of six prayers are to be performed. That's all. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Kajal I know it's a bit clumsy for any woman, but a yagya custom is a yagya custom. I cannot bypass it.

I had nothing to say, but to nod and obey Guru-ji's words. My ears turned red instantly thinking of the very scene. I will be lying on the floor horizontally and Mr. Yadav would climb up my body for his second prayer. Prior also, he was riding my body for prayers, but still it had some dignity for me, as I was facing the floor, but this time it is like I am lying on bed and my husband would hug me getting on top of me. And to crown it, I would be watched doing this shameless act by two males. I could not look up at all and just kept my head down with my hands extended in the form of pranam.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, you stay near Kumar to help him get up and get down.

I realized Sanjeev came near me and sat beside me. Now Mr. Yadav was sitting on my left hand side and Sanjeev to the right hand side and I was lying on the floor in between them.

Guru-ji: Okay, Kumar you may start your first prayer. Everyone concentrate. Jai Linga Maharaj!

I felt a hand resting on my left ass cheek and a leg crossing my thighs and could well realize Mr. Yadav was getting on top of my back. Sanjeev must have helped him, but I was shocked the next moment, as I felt two different hands on my body. One was Mr. Yadav and surely the other one had to be Sanjeev! Mr. Yadav had not yet rested his body on my back fully and he was holding my blouse-covered back shoulder for support I could realize, but Sanjeev instead of dragging Mr. Yadav's disabled leg onto my legs, he was gripping and feeling my well formed inner thighs over my sari! I was in such a clumsy position that I could not turn back, but fortunately in a few moments Mr. Yadav was fully stretching his body on my back and Sanjeev had removed his hands off my legs.

I heard Mr. Yadav whisper his first prayer. I was feeling much amused that he could still pray for his daughter! I evidently felt Mr. Yadav's lund was growing harder within his pajama getting the touch of my alluring sari-covered flesh. This time the feel was much more appealing for me and unrestricted, as I was not wearing my panty. Same was the case with Mr. Yadav also, as I found in no time he was moving his pelvis in a subtle rhythmic fashion pressing more and more on my buttocks.

Now he took a spoonful of the yagya ras and fed me. My lips were already open due to the activities on my back. Sanjeev helped Mr. Yadav to feed me the fluid. It tasted really good and I wanted to gulp more, but Guru-ji's order was one spoonful at a time. I then closed my eyes and relayed his prayer to Linga Maharaj.

Sanjeev: Madam, I will get Mr. Yadav down and now you turn to face us.

My heart was almost pounding as Mr. Yadav descended off my body. Now I had to turn and face Sanjeev and Mr. Yadav. As I turned I could very well realize I was looking rather tempting and noticed that both of them were looking very lewdly at my youthful body. I looked up and noted that Guru-ji was also looking at me with a smiling face.

Guru-ji: Now Kumar, you do your second prayer. Kajal, as the medium you accommodate him fully on your body. The ritual says that the medium should be able to listen to the devotee's heartbeat.

I was feeling so ashamed that I just nodded lying in front of these three males. Mr. Yadav was more than eager to ride me and as he rose on my body, I simply shut my eyes out of utter humiliation of being watched. As I turned to lie on the floor in normal posture, I did one change from my previous posture, mainly out of natural womanly shyness and kept my hands folded on my bosom. But...

Sanjeev: Madam, please keep your hands above your head in the pranam stance.

Me: I am feeling very uncomfortable like that.

I had to say now, but later found it was better not to have raised the issue, as Guru-ji made me more humiliated by his words.

Sanjeev: But Madam...

Guru-ji: Kajal, we all know that you cannot remain comfortable if a male gets onto to your body. But my dear, every activity that we perform has an objective. If you keep your arms crossed on your breasts, how can you feel the heartbeats of Kumar? How would you feel the impulse of his prayer as a medium if your breasts do not meet his chest?

He paused a little and there was absolute silence in the puja-ghar. All three males were looking at my folded hands on my undulating blouse-covered full breasts.

Guru-ji: If it was a tantra yagya and you acted as the medium, I would have made you strip your clothes because that's the norm of that ritual.

I was feeling so very disgraced hearing all this in front of these males and was cursing myself why I raised the issue at all. Wasting no more time, I raised my hands above my head from my lying position and naturally my pallu shifted a bit off my twin mountains and my blouse stretched making my boobs look more appealing and tempting.

In no time, Mr. Yadav was on top of my body and as he did that I clenched my teeth in shyness. I almost had the same feeling as if my husband was getting on top of my body and I am lying supine on bed. He would first kiss my neck and shoulder and then kiss my lips and his one hand would surely cup my breasts over my nightie or blouse, whatever I wore in the house, and would twist my nipples. Then he would definitely pull up my dress to expose my legs and thighs even if it was not an intercourse session, but just a limited love making episode. At times he would let me pass not pulling up my dress till my waist and hence not making me somewhat uneasy to expose my panty or pussy. Likewise Mr. Yadav placed himself quite securely over my body touching me everywhere almost except my ass!

to be continued...

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[Karan974]

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[Ganeshc08]

I was still laying there naked when he walked out and the two women with me helped me to get up. Together they got me cleaned up and then exited the room. The whole situation should have been very demeaning for me but I was excited at the thought of working in a whore house and fucking guys whose names I didn't even know. My pussy was getting wet at the thought of it and I wondered what was wrong with me. Splashing water on my face from the urinal I wondered if this was a dream. Opening my eyes showed me the same room I had just been fucked in and I smiled. This wasn't a dream, and in a moment another cock would be deep inside my pussy.

Laying there on the bed I watched as the first man came from behind the curtain. His eyes bulged when he saw a high class woman with a perfect figure instead of the overweight women he usually paid 500 for. He was like a beggar finding a full course meal completely sealed in the trash. He sat on the bed admiring my pussy, then reached out to touch it gently.

"Why no hair?" he asked.

"Did you come to shave me, or fuck me?" I retorted.

"Wow, too much sass for a whore. Let me show you how we treat such insolent bitches down here," he replied quickly, undressing himself.

Flipping me over he pulled my waist up and took me doggy style. pounding me as hard as he could he kept slapping my ass and reaching down to pinch my nipples. He hurt me on purpose just to make me cry out and after the third time, I gave up trying to fight it. For the next half hour, this low level labourer was my master.

Over the next two hours I was fucked by four more guys. Judging by the filth on them they worked nearby on the construction site. All of them fucked me like an animal would and none of them knew how to please a woman. I was used and abused the whole time but still excited everytime the curtain parted and someone new came in. I was exhausted but a strange feeling fell upon me. I felt like I finally belonged for the first time in my life and it somehow made me happy.

After the fifth guy was finished Dara came in and told me to get cleaned up and to get dressed. It was time for my break and to get something to eat. Handing me a bedspread I understood I was not to wear my clothes but to dress in this rag. I smiled as I wrapped it around myself and followed him to the kitchen. Four other women, all wearing similar bedspreads, were in the room. One was making tea, while another was preparing a meal for us, and the other two sat at the table chatting. Dara motioned me to the seat closest to me and I sat down and tried not to wince. I had never fucked six guys in one day before and had never gone for three hours. I was a little sore.

"Madam will be working with us now, take care of her," Dara said to the other ladies and turned to leave the room.

When he had gone, one of the girls passed me some tea while the other set plates down in front of us all. All the women were darker skinned than me and looked like they were originally from other states. Bihar and Orissa came to mind for three of them but one I was sure was from an eastern state, like Sikkim, because of her features. While we were eating they all started asking questions and I smiled politely and answered them all the best I could. When they questioned why I would come to work here I smiled before answering.

"I like to get fucked," I replied simply.

All of them laughed not at me, but because they thought it was funny.

"What Memsaab does for fun, we do as a job. You must be one horny bitch, and if so, you have come to the right place. Those men out there will fuck you all day and all night. They are like dogs in heat," one of them said.

Their words were not condescending and I felt no judgment from any of them. They were just curious about me and the language they used must have been because of their environment. I vowed to learn the vocabulary here so I could fit in better.

"My pussy has become loose from taking so many of these stray dogs. With Mamsahab starting we are going to be so busy that they are going to spread you wide. Soon they'll be able to drive a truck through you and you won't even notice," another said before taking another mouthful.

"How many penises have you taken so far today?" another inquired.

I knew it wasn't meant the way it came out but the question was demeaning. I couldn't believe I was being asked that while sitting at a table with nothing but a bedspread around me. I never let it show on my face though and something inside me started to get excited again. I had had more cocks inside me today than I had altogether in my entire life before today.

"Five customers and Dara," I replied casually.

"Ohh! How was Dara? Did you have fun with his snake," she replied and they all laughed.

"Yes, but it hurt alot. He's too big for me," I replied.

"It's painful now, but soon you'll be begging him not to leave because you'll lose sensation of all the little pricks, and when he takes that ass of yours you'll never want another cock again," she replied, which garnered another round of laughter from the other ladies.

"I will never allow him in my ass," I replied in disgust.

"Only time will tell," she replied and took another bite of her meal.

"How often do you do it in a day?" I asked, changing the subject.

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[Stuar]

Bro write story on cook with comali kani and her sister viji

 

[Krishan202]

#Mansion House

Part -- 8

The exhaust fan hummed in the small bathroom. Catherine Khadra turned off her shower and pulled back the curtain. Steam hung in the air, but the fan pulled enough moisture that the mirror hadn't fogged. Catherine ignored the reflection of her dark, slim figure. She ran her fingers through her curly black hair and let it fall around her shoulders.

A bath towel hung to her left. She grabbed the soft cotton and wrapped herself. Catherine stepped out of the shower and was about to take another towel for her hair when she froze. There, on the bathroom counter, was that monstrous phallus from the Anushka home. The last she'd seen it, Maxamed had tossed it into their trashcan in the garage.

Was this a joke played on her by her loving husband? Had he retrieved it and placed it here? Catherine stepped over to the counter and slowly reached her hand down to the thing. Was this the work of demons? So far in their work, the Samatars had not had any demons follow them home. She cursed under her breath. They hadn't placed any ward symbols on the phallus when they'd thrown it away. That was a mistake.

Catherine's fingers touched the thing and she felt a little spark pass from the silicone into her finger tips. A thought popped into her head. Of course, Maxamed put it there. He wanted her to try this massive thing inside her. Her hand gripped it and lifted it to her nose. It smelled clean. There was no lingering scent. The weight of it surprised her. It offered so much heft. She knew she should prepare dinner, but instead she sat on the toilet lid. If her husband wanted her to try it, she would.

The dildo seemed, by its very presence, to ask her to bare herself. Catherine removed the towel and let it fall on the toilet behind her. The head of the pitch-black monster was so very wide. She spread her legs and looked past her modest breasts down to the triangle of black hair above her slit. Her hands trembled as she brought the thing up to her vagina. Allah help her, she was already so wet. She could clearly see the moisture as she rubbed the head up and down.

Slowly, with trembling hands, she pushed the phallus into her. She had never been so full. Maxamed was a fool for leaving this here for her. The comparison did him no favors.

After a few minutes, she worked the phallus all the way in. She held it there, her vagina stretched to the limit and spasming around the thing. She then pulled it most of the way out and slammed it back in. Catherine did this again and again. Her brown eyes went wide as she watched it disappear inside her. Another noise in the bathroom joined the droning exhaust fan above her. She realized that she was listening to her own grunts. She sounded like a filthy swine as the thing pushed deep inside her again and again.

There was a knock on the door. "That is a very long shower," Maxamed said loudly through the door. " I am waiting for dinner."

The dildo slipped out of Catherine's vagina and fell to the floor. What was she doing? She tried to control her panting and closed her legs. Her vagina longed for the pleasure it had just lost, but her husband's voice had broken the enchantment the thing held over her. Catherine knew this was demon's work. "Sorry." Naked on the toilet she let her breathing slow. "I will be out ... in a minute."

"Very well," Maxamed said as he left the bathroom door.

Catherine wrapped herself with the towel again, took some tissue paper, and lifted the slick phallus off the tile floor. She would need a ward against this thing, but she did not want her husband to know what had happened. She decided to hide the monster under the sink and come back later with salt. At night, she would bury the thing out back and bind it in place with a ward. That would keep the demons away from her family.

Later that night, while her family slept, Catherine returned to the bathroom. She opened the sink cabinet, and stared inside. The phallus was gone. This was not good. She would need to ward the whole house and make up a plausible excuse to give Maxamed for such an aggressive move. Maybe she would tell him the House had come to her in her dreams. She could deal with it. She rubbed her legs together and thought about where all the wards would go.

~~

A door opened and Hansika stumbled out into the hall. She took a few lurching steps and then stood, wobbling on shaky legs. "Hello?" Her voice echoed in the large house. No one responded. Behind her, the door closed with a solid thud. Hansika shivered. She was a mess. Mascara ran down her pretty face. Her hair stuck out in all directions. Her dress was torn around the bust. She reached up and felt her breasts. They seemed so heavy and ... different.

A memory flashed in her mind. She had been banging on a locked door while someone, or something, stalked her from behind. Had that just happened? Hansika shook her head and walked with unsteady feet toward the stairs. Good God, her belly and vagina felt so cold.

As she climbed the stairs, Hansika tried to remember, but she had only a vague sense of what had happened that day. Had she really performed a disgusting blowjob on her brother-in-law. That had to be a dream. She reached the top of the stairs and stumbled down the second-floor hall.

 

[Krishan202]

"Hello? Is there anyone here?" Hansika walked into the guest bathroom and quickly undressed. She felt so dirty. With her clothes on the tile floor, she looked down at herself in disbelief. She'd grown. Or had she always had such ponderous breasts? Everything felt confused and inverted. All her thoughts swam in an ocean of muddled fog. She stepped to the shower, turned on cold water, and stepped in. As she let the water cascade over her, a sudden thought crystalized in her mind. This house was made of and for secrets, and she had been placed in a position of trust. She shivered under the shower and realized she would do anything to avoid betraying this place. Even if it meant lying to her husband. But she couldn't quite place what secrets needed keeping. Something important, she was sure. She scrubbed her round body and turned off the shower.

As she dried with a large towel, she listened for sounds in the house. But all she heard was the persistent ticking of some great clock in the mansion. All the family memebers seemed to have disappeared. She picked up her torn and disheveled clothes and walked naked back to the guest room she shared with her husband. She dropped the clothes in the corner and found an oversized t-shirt. She pulled it on, the glint of her ring catching her eye. She paused and stared at the gorgeous diamond Karan had given her. Her loyalty to her husband had never before been in question. But now ... Hansika shook her head and climbed into bed.

As soon as her head hit the pillow, Hansika drifted off to sleep. In dreams, waiting for her, was an enormous cock twitching and ready to bring ecstasy.

~~

Karan found his wife sleeping in their guest bed. He shook her awake. "What are you doing, Hansika?"

Her eyes fluttered open. "I was having the most wonderful dream." Her lips fell in a frown as her vision focused on her husband. "Oh, Karan. I was just taking a nap."

"I can see that." Karan furrowed his brows. "We've been looking all over for you. We thought you went for a walk and got lost. Krishan said you were crying. Was the little shit lying?"

"No, I ..." A far-off look clouded her eyes. "Krishan's not a little shit. He's a ... a ..."

"Douchebag?"

"Stop it, Karan." Hansika pulled back the covers and stepped out of bed. Her t-shirt went down to about mid-thigh, but she had nothing else on. "What time is it?"

"It's after nine." Karan gave her body a strange look. She seemed different to him. "You missed dinner, but Mom saved you some food."

"Yum." Hansika picked up a pair of panties and pulled them on. They felt tight on her hips.

Hansika tried to shimmy on some jeans, but they wouldn't go past her thighs. "My pants shrunk." She pulled them off and pulled on some yoga pants instead.

"Actually, maybe you should lay off the food. Maybe it's time for a diet." Karan eyed his wife. She didn't look bad, but she was certainly putting on weight. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed before. A cold pit formed in his stomach. Fear gripped his heart. The one thing he couldn't abide was being married to a fatty.

"Stop it, Karan." She playfully swatted his shoulder. "Don't you dare comment on my weight." She slipped on some socks and walked to the door.

"Since when do you tell me what I can't comment on." He followed her out into the hall. The t-shirt covered her butt, but he could tell her ass was wider and rounder than when they'd married.

"Sorry, babe." Hansika looked back at him and forced a smile. "Everything's fine. Everything's normal. Now, I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat."

"Um, okay." Karan followed her down the stairs. "It's late, so I guess we're sleeping here tonight."

"That'll be nice."

"I thought you couldn't stand this house."

"Maybe I've changed my mind." As she thought about it, she realized she had changed. She'd changed quite a bit.

~~
"What're you reading, Mom?" Krishan walked into the library. A clock somewhere in the house struck twelve, lumbering chimes. Krishan thought it likely the clock belonged to the Nayans and to another time. He was pretty sure his family didn't own a chiming clock. He wondered if anyone else heard it. He closed the door behind him and moved toward his mother.

"It's called First Love." Anushka took off her reading glasses and looked up at her son standing near the closed door.

"What's it about?" Krishan walked awkwardly toward her. He was already hard.

"Well, um ..." Anushka bit her bottom lip and looked down at the book. "It's about a teenager that falls in love with an older woman."

"Oh, cool." Krishan stopped next to the armchair where his mother curled her body. He looked down at the way her dress dipped and swelled over her many curves. It was glorious. "Does she love him back?"

"Well, no. She doesn't." Anushka looked up into Krishan's eyes and knew why he'd sought her out for. "Not like me, I suppose."

"Well, I guess I'm luckier than that dude." His hands moved to his waist to unbutton his pants. "Where's Dad?"

 

[Krishan202]

"He's sleeping." Anushka stole a quick glance at the closed door. "But we've got a full house tonight." She wagged a finger at his crotch. "We can't do that here."

"Really?" Krishan went ahead and unbuttoned his pants. He lowered the zipper. "Everyone's asleep. No one's gonna know." He dropped his pants around his ankles and lowered his boxers. He watched his dick spring out.

"My, gosh." Anushka stared at his monster, taking in all thirteen inches. She glanced at the door again, and then back to the twitching penis. "I don't know, Krish." She took a deep breath. "Well ... um ... maybe ..." Anushka bit her bottom lip. "Can you be quick?" She set her book and glasses on the end table and reached for Krishan.

"I think so." He watched her soft, pretty face lean over to his dick and slide the head past her lips. Little crow's feet formed by her eyes as she contorted her mouth to suck him in. Her face was so pure, innocent, and loving. His dick was not. Krishan loved seeing the two come together.

"Tell her," Nayanthara's voice whispered in Krishan's ear.

Krishan looked up and saw the Nayan apparition standing behind Anushka, by a bookshelf, gazing down at an open book. It was a dictionary. She looked up at him. He raised his eyebrows quizzically at her and moaned as his mother's tongue swirled around the head.

"I don't remember your word for it. Starts with an S." Nayanthara's pink lips curled into a friendly crescent. She rolled her eyes like she was thinking. "Whatever the word, tell her dark things, Krish. Ribald things."

"Oooohhhhhh, Moooommmmm." Krishan laced his fingers in Anushka's hair. He shook his head at Nayanthara, realizing that only he could hear her. He didn't want to talk dirty to his mother.

"Mmmmmmpppppphhhhhhhh." Anushka was in heaven helping her teenager cope with his manhood. She felt so important and connected in that moment.

"Women long for coarse discourse." Nayanthara ran her fingers down a page in the dictionary. "We are told to be good and sweet and becoming. But we long to be made a strumpet by a prodigious engine such as you possess. See how she loses herself in the act?"

"Mom?" Krishan looked down at his mother.

Anushka gagged a little as her head bobbed with short, slurping strokes. She milked his thick shaft with her right hand and squeezed her left breast with the other. She gave no indication that she could hear Nayanthara behind her, her eyes shut tight as she worked her son toward climax.

"Tell her ..." Nayanthara's finger stopped on the dictionary's page. "Here we are. The word is slut. Tell her she's a slut."

Krishan shook his head at Nayanthara.

"Careful with your recalcitrance, Krishan." Nayanthara slid the book silently back on the shelf and started over at mother and son with a darkening visage. "Tell her now. Do not make me cross." As her words wound themselves around Krishan's ears, the apparition faded until only Anushka and Krishan were left in the library.

"Uh ... Mom ...?" Krishan loosened his grip on Anushka's hair. "You ... um ... look like a slut."

"Hhhhmmmm?" Anushka spit out Krishan's penis and stopped stroking him. Saliva dangled from her chin. "What did you say?"

"I ... um ... said you looked like a slut?" Krishan visibly cringed as his mother's soft brown eyes turned hard.

"Krishan" Anushka let go of his penis with her right hand and her other hand fell from her breast. "I'm shocked to hear those words come from your mouth." She stood up and wiped the spit from her chin with the back of her hand. "What would your father say?"

"Well ... um ... you sorta were ... sucking on my ..." Krishan squirmed, suddenly very self-conscious to have his dick exposed to his mother.

"Goodness gracious." A line formed down the center of Anushka's forehead as she frowned at Krishan. "Are you defending yourself?"

"Well ..."

"Apologize this instant." Anushka folded her arms over her ample bust.

"I'm sorry, Mom." Krishan hung his head and stared down at his dick. Nayanthara had steered him wrong.

"Say it like you mean it." Anushka cocked her head and waited for Krishan to make eye-contact. She needed to set him straight.

Krishan looked up into Anushka's stern eyes. "I'm really sorry, Mom. I won't do it again."

"Thank you, pumpkin." Anushka smoothed out her dress and took a deep breath. "Now maybe we need to cool it with all this stuff we've been doing. I'm afraid it's sending you down the wrong path. I was trying to help, but ..." Anushka shook her head and blushed as she thought about what she'd just been doing to her son.

"No, Mom." Krishan felt his stomach drop. He couldn't lose this thing he now had with his mother. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to ... to ... be ..."

"Pull up your pants." Anushka stepped around him and walked to the door. "And get to bed. It's late."

"Please?" Krishan called after her.

"No more funny business." Anushka opened the door. She checked both ways down the hall. No one there. "And that's final." She slipped out of the room without looking back.

Krishan sat and slumped in the chair, totally dejected. His penis softened. This was terrible. Tears formed in his eyes. He put his head in his hands and quietly sobbed.

~~

Anushka nearly ran into her daughter-in-law in the hallway. "Goodness, Hansika. What are you doing up? It's after midnight."

"Oh ... sorry." Hansika tried to focus. "Just getting some ... water."

"Well, okay." Anushka looked the woman up and down but couldn't see much in the gloom of the hallway. She could tell that Hansika's legs were bare under her long t-shirt. "Goodnight then." Anushka stepped around her and opened the door to the master bedroom.

"Goodnight, Anushka." Hansika wandered off down the hall toward the stairs.

Anushka didn't have time to think about Hansika. She wanted to make love to her husband. Now that she'd ended it with Krishan, she felt a pressing need to make a connection with Ganesh. She needed to make amends. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the bed.

 

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[Krishan202]

Ganesh slept on his side, gently snoring. Anushka disrobed, slipped under the covers, and reached around his hip. Her hand wormed its way inside his pajamas and grasped his penis. It surprised her how small it felt. She sighed and stroked the soft little thing. She supposed everything was relative and she'd have to get used to it again.

Eventually, she got her husband hard and woke him. She mounted Ganesh and slipped him inside her, but was stunned by the how little she felt in her vagina.

"What's gotten into you, Anu?" Ganesh reached up and massaged his wife's boobs.

"Just wanted to feel you, Ganesh." Anushka rocked her hips, but sex with Ganesh wasn't what it used to be. Had Krishan ruined her with his massive thing? The thought frightened her.

"Your boobs ... are they bigger?" This was the first time Ganesh had touched her breasts in a while.

"It's just hormones. Now let me ..." Anushka adjusted her hips and bounced on him, but was still met with frustration.

"Oh ... oh ... oooohhhhhhh." Ganesh shook.

"Wait, you don't have a condom on." Anushka pulled off him and finished him with her hand.

When he'd calmed down, Ganesh looked over at Anushka in the darkness. "That was great. I still got it, don't I?" He smiled.

"You sure do," she lied. Anushka got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. "I need a shower." But what she really needed was to satisfy herself. She suddenly regretted letting the Samatars take that enormous dildo. Her fingers would have to do.

~~

The tick-tock of the clock echoed throughout the mansion as Hansika descended the stairs. It seemed to her that her own heartbeat fell in time with it, like the mechanics of the clock were some sort of metronome for her very life.

Hansika trailed her fingertips along the wall to help guide her in the darkness. She couldn't remember what she had been looking for. As she searched her mind, a sudden memory sprung up. She was in a small room with a large taxidermized bear in the corner. It was frightening.

Something else came to her. In the memory, her dress was up around her waist and she rode a young man for all she was worth. The feeling that gripped her as the memory played in her mind was that of complete penetration. Filthy, animalistic entry by an enormous cock. Her insides trembled at the thought of it. She stumbled at the bottom of the stairs, and saw a strip of light cast from a room to her right. She staggered toward it.

The lighted room was the library and she stopped in the open door when she arrived. Inside, she could see Krishan sitting in an armchair, his head in his hands. He looked like he was crying. Her heart broke for him. Someone had trampled on a beautiful flower, and Hansika needed to nurse it back to health.

Hansika took a deep breath to clear her mind of those awful memories and stepped into the room. She hadn't taken three steps when another memory stopped her in her tracks. Sunny. The man with the monster cock was named sunny. My God. Sunny was the name of the man that had broken her marriage vows. His cold dick had plundered her insides and deposited icy loads of semen deep inside her. She shivered. Had she climbed on his lap willingly, bouncing on him like she was trying to win ? "Krishan?" With another deep breath, Hansika pushed the memory aside. "Are you okay?"

"Hansika?" Krishan looked up through blurry eyes. "I was just ... um ... thinking."

"You look so sad." Hansika walked across the room, very conscious of her bare legs. "What can I do to help?" She stopped next to his chair and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Are you good with girl troubles?"

"You had a breakup?" Hansika offered a reassuring smile. It was strange how quickly she'd been able to release those terrible memories. Like a passing dream.

Krishan nodded.

"I'm here for you." Hansika squeezed his shoulder.

"I always thought you were so pretty." Krishan put his hand on hers and felt its warmth. "But now, you look even more ... beautiful." Even with her baggy t-shirt, Krishan could see her curves. Her blonde hair looked radiant in the warm lamplight.

"Thank you." Hansika tensed as another memory surfaced. This new memory was even more shocking than her sudden, enthusiastic infidelity with that boy, Sunny. She had made some sort of deal. She could still see the freckled face leering up at her as she screamed out orgasm after orgasm. Sunny asked if she wanted to feel that way again and she said yes. She would accept and pay for that pleasure. Then she felt so hot and her body turned a luminescent red. The heat that had crept over her had been so intense that she pressed herself into Sunny's frigid flesh. Praying he'd unload in her again so that his cold seed would offer relief to her poor vagina. Hansika shook her head. "I'm okay." She breathed in, held it, and then slowly exhaled. The memory faded.

"Um ... alright." Feeling bold for the first time in his life around this amazing woman, Krishan took her hand from his shoulder and brushed her fingers over his lips.

"You really are a handsome young man, aren't you?" Hansika gazed down at his eyes and held her breath again when he gently placed her finger in his mouth. "Oh, Jeez. That's so ..." She now knew that she really had given Krishan a blowjob earlier. It had happened. Nothing in this house was a dream. And, at the same time, all of it was. Had she been wrong to run out on him? "You look a little like Karan, but you're so different."

 

[Krishan202]

Krishan took the finger out of his mouth and lifted up the hem of her shirt. He found white panties and gently pulled them off her wide hips and past muscular thighs. "Karan's an asshole. I'm not." He could see her neatly trimmed blonde bush and protruding pussy lips. They looked perfect.

"No, he means well." Hansika caressed his cheek with her wet finger. "He just ... oh ... what are you ...? Oooohhhhhhh." Her eighteen-year-old brother-in-law dropped her panties to the floor, spread her legs a little, and placed his tongue right on her slit. He held her firmly by her butt cheeks. "That's so ... gooooooooddddd." She wove her fingers into his blond hair and dug her nails into his scalp. Her thighs trembled. The sound of his tongue slurping at her pussy was completely obscene. Through fluttering eyelids, Hansika watched the open door to the library, but she couldn't bring herself to part with Krishan long enough to close it. "I'm going to cccuuuuummmmmmmmmm." She gyrated her hips and creamed on his young tongue.

When her hips quieted, Krishan pulled back and looked up at her. "I'm not sad anymore." His face glistened with her juice. His dick stood hard and ready, recovered from the letdown with Anushka.

"Now ... I ... didn't mean ... that's not the sort of help ... I," Hansika stammered.

"I just really need to be close to someone right now." Krishan pulled on her hips and lowered her to her knees on the floor between his legs. "I want to forget about the breakup. Can you help with that?"

Hansika looked up at his monster cock, twitching and oozing precum. Her eyes went round and glassy. "You want me to suck it? Again?" Her unsure hands reached up and felt the veiny thickness. The dick was not only out of proportion with his body, it would have been out of proportion attached to any man she'd ever known.

"Yes, please." Krishan leaned back in the chair and gazed down at the look of amazement on her face.

"Well, I suppose." Hansika leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Her tongue met his salty precum and she purred. In a day, she'd gone from a faithful wife who'd never considered infidelity, to willingly taking a cold, strange cock in her pussy and sucking off her brother-in-law twice.

Reflecting on the past twenty-four hours made her head spin. She stroked his dick with both hands and awkwardly bobbed her head as she tried to adjust her technique to his size.

"Better than I imagined." Krishan placed his hands on the back of her head.

The words made Hansika suck even harder. He'd been imagining this. Of course, the little guy had been crushing on her. How had she never seen it before? The hands on her head pushed a little and the cock went deeper into her mouth. She gurgled and gagged a little. The pressure continued, and with each successive bob her head dropped farther and farther down. This was impossible. Even with Karan's much smaller penis, she'd never been able to blow him like this. It felt like the world just kept tilting under her. Her hands moved from the shaft to Krishan's hips, holding on for dear life.

"Yes." Krishan pushed and pulled on Hansika's hair until she took almost the whole thing. "You were ... uh ... uh ... uh ... made for this, Hansika."

"Uuuuugghhhhh." Why wasn't she gagging anymore? The long dick was down her damn throat. The idea sunk in. Krishan was right, she was made for this. What a thing, to discover you were made for blowing giant cocks.

"Not yet. Not yet." Krishan pulled Hansika off his dick and looked down as she gasped for air. "I want to do it with you."

"Do ... what?" She looked up at him, pulling the collar of her shirt up and wiping off the dripping saliva around her mouth.

"Hop on." A flicker of uncertainty passed on Krishan's face. "I mean, you're so beautiful, and it would really help with the breakup if I could ... you know ... put it inside you."

Hansika laughed. She couldn't help herself. "You're serious? I can't cheat on Karan." Again, she silently cursed to herself. "And ..." She nudged the enormous cock with her finger and lost her train of thought. It swayed a little. He had to be over a foot long. "It won't fit. Even if I wanted to, you'd tear me in two." She wrapped her fingers back around the shaft and slowly pumped him, trying to ignore her wedding ring sparkling in the warm light. "Maybe I could finish you with my hands, and then we could forget about the whole thing. Okay?" But even as she said it, she knew she was going to cheat on Karan for a second time. Whatever had happened to her in that locked room with Sunny had opened some sort of door inside her.

"Let's just put the tip in, then." Krishan pulled off his shirt and tossed it behind him. "If it doesn't fit, I promise I won't ever ask again."

"What about your brother?" Hansika felt a warm tingling in her belly just holding Krishan's cock.

"Karan deserves this."

"That's not true." But it dawned on Hansika that it might actually be true.

"Climb on, Hansika." Krishan looked at her with plaintive eyes. "I always thought you were too good for Karan. Too smart. Too sweet. Too beautiful."

"Really?" Hansika blushed and stood up, still holding on to Krishan's cock with her left hand. There was just enough room on the chair for her legs on either side of his narrow hips. She mounted him. "I wouldn't normally do this. But you looked so sad. And ... ooohhhhhh ..." She placed the cockhead at her entrance and lowered her hips just a fraction of an inch. "Oh ... ooohhhhhhh ... and this house is ... I don't think I should have messed up that salt symbol thing on the ... uh ... floor." She lowered herself a little more, staring at a bookcase blankly. "I ... uuuggghhhhhhh ... you're so big. Even bigger than Sunny."

"Who's Sunny?" Krishan placed his hands under the hem of her shirt and gripped her soft, warm hips.

"He's ... uh ... uh ... just ..." She dropped her hips a little more and put her hands on Krishan's slim shoulders. She was almost halfway. "... an old boyfriend."

"Oh, cool." Krishan pulled down on her hips and speared her all the way with his dick. He gazed up at her pretty face as it twisted into what looked like a silent snarl. Her eyes rolled upward.

"Jeez, Krish. You're ... oooohhhhhh ... in my belly." Hansika had taken Sunny, so maybe it shouldn't have surprised her that Krishan fit inside her, too. "I feel like ... uh ... uh ... I'm sitting on a ... skyscraper." She rocked her hips tentatively, afraid of pain that never came. All she could feel was her erstwhile tight pussy in extreme tension as it loosened and wrapped around him. That, and the flood of pleasure that came with it.

~~

Anushka didn't remember waking, or leaving her bedroom. But somehow, she found herself on the main floor near the library. It was still dark out, but she didn't know the time. Light spilled out of the open library door. Naked, except for her panties, Anushka covered her breasts with an arm and stepped closer to the light. She then heard it. Soft slapping, stifled moans, and murmuring. The unmistakable sounds of sex. She'd seen Nayanthara ride her son in the library before, and that was what she expected to find as she peered around the door frame.

 

[Krishan202]

When she saw what was happening in the library, Anushka's free hand went to her mouth in shock. Hansika was clearly riding Krishan's giant thing with slow, impossibly long strokes. The look on Hansika's face was one of surprise, lust, and awe. The poor woman's mouth hung open and her eyes stared upward. Anushka couldn't see her son's face as Hansika's boobs, still hidden by her shirt, pressed up against him. Those breasts were bigger than Anushka remembered. Goodness, her daughter-in-law had made the deal, too. What a hussy.

The more she thought about it, and the more she watched her family slowly copulate, the more it became clear to Anushka that this was her fault. She shouldn't have cut off Krishan so abruptly. Of course he would fall into another woman's arms. Anushka then thought of Shriya, and prayed the house hadn't tried to corrupt her. First thing tomorrow, Anushka would drive over to the Samatar house and demand a device that would protect her daughter.

There was a hole in Anushka's logic, blinded as she was by the mansion's influence. As she turned away from the door and put her back to the hallway wall, it never occurred to her that they should all leave the house that instant. As she lowered her hand under her panties and made quick circular motions with her fingers, she didn't consider packing up the family and running far, far away. Instead, she listened to the mating couple and felt the electricity surge from her clit as she masturbated herself.

The house would protect itself. And to do that it needed more time with this Family.

~~

The abandon with which Hansika rode that monster cock would have certainly surprised her husband, had he not been sound asleep upstairs. His wife had always been so meek in their lovemaking, letting Karan do the work. Now she humped his brother like a woman possessed. Which, technically, she was.

"I'm ... on the ... pill." Hansika needed him to cum inside her. She had never desired anything so much before that moment.

"What?" Krishan couldn't see her face as her boobs bounced in his face. He regretting not pulling off her t-shirt earlier, but now he just held on to her hips for dear life.

"Cum in me ... uh ... uh ... uh. Fill ... me ... Krish."

"You want me to ...?" Krishan's voice was muffled by cotton and bouncing boob.

"Unload your ... balls ... inside." Hansika's movements became more erratic as she was on the verge of having another orgasm.

"Okay." Krishan was close. He let the pleasure continue to build. After about twenty more strokes from his sister-in-law's pussy, he let go. "Hansika ......... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh." He tightened his grip on her hips to hold her all the way down on his dick as he erupted in her warm pussy.

"Oh, my Goooooodddddddd." Hansika threw her head back and tossed her arms around his shoulders. A whole galaxy of stars danced before her eyes. Waves of euphoria washed over her, timed with each hot spurt of cum that hit her womb.

Slowly the couple came down from their high. Their breathing, ragged at first, became more even.

"I've never felt anything like that." Hansika leaned back on his lap so she could look down on his face. Krishan's dick twitched inside her. Her pussy spasmed in response. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes." Krishan nodded and looked up into her lovely face as sweat dripped down her forehead. A wide smile crept across his face.

"We have to keep this between the two of us. Understand?" Hansika playfully touched the tip of his nose with her finger. "You can't go bragging to your buddies. Karan would totally murder both of us." When she mentioned her husband, Hansika looked to the open door and her face fell. "We should have been more careful." She pulled off him and his dick fell out of her with an audible slurp.

"Sorry." Krishan couldn't move from the chair as he watched her.

"My, gosh. What did you do to me, Krish?" Hansika lifted her shirt a little and spread her legs. She looked down. Below her triangle of blonde hair, she could see his cum already dripping out. "I have to get cleaned up and back to bed before Karan notices I'm gone." She bent down, picked up her panties, and balled them up. "Can you clean in here?" She pointed to the hardwood floor where some cum had splashed. Hansika then placed the balled panties between her legs to catch any more drippings. She couldn't leave a trail of cum to the upstairs bathroom.

"Yeah." Krishan nodded, still in a bit of a daze. He watched her awkwardly waddle toward the door, trying not to drip. "Thank you, Hansika. You're the best."

"You're welcome." Hansika looked over her shoulder at Krishan. She couldn't help smiling when she saw the happiness and relief written on his face. Even though cheating on Karan was wrong, she knew she'd done a good thing. "Goodnight." Hansika waddled out of the library.

"And thank you, Nayan" Krishan whispered. He thought that maybe he could hear joyous, cascading laughter from far away. He stirred from the chair and got moving. He needed to clean up before daylight. No one could know he'd had sex with his beautiful sister-in-law.

to be continued...

 

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I smiled with a slightly surprised face.

Me: How do you know that I am married?

Mr. Yadav: My experienced eyes can figure out that.

We both smiled and walked slowly towards the puja-ghar.

Mr. Yadav: Married women would be envious of you about this.

Completing the words, his lips came very close to my face and brushed on my cheeks and he was looking down my blouse. He quietly moved his right arm down from over my shoulder and cupped my right breast and gave it a very tight squeeze. I almost trembled at this behavior in the open hallway. And at the same time, his thick beard tickled me on my face.

Me: Please behave yourself.

Mr. Yadav: You are smiling and saying to stop me. How contradictory!

Me: That's for your beard. It's tickling me.

We were then at the turn in the hallway just before the puja-ghar and the place was a bit secured, not open at least, and Mr. Yadav did not allow that opportunity to go abegging.

Mr. Yadav: Give me a chance dear. I want to tickle your naked body with my beard, which your hubby can never do.

He whispered in my ears, now getting alarmingly closer and his right hand slipped inside my blouse now. I did not resist fully, but was still hesitating as we were still in the open. And Mr. Yadav probably could anticipate what was going on through my mind.

Mr. Yadav: Kajal, no one will come here. You just hold my stick.

Me: No, not again. Pleeeeease.

Mr. Yadav: Have some mercy on this handicapped man dear. You are an angel Kajal.

I was really not unwilling to have more male touches on my body and frankly though this man looked aged and was disabled, his grips were much stronger than my husband even. Yes, I cannot love him like Uday, but he was acceptable, except for his beard. That was giving me a real hard tickle as he approached me closely. I finally took his walking stick from his hand and held him otherwise he might fall.

Mr. Yadav was probably only waiting for me to take his walking aid and hugged me from the front as if he would grind me within his arms. My matured boobs crushed on his chest and he made sure that I could not utter a sound as he sealed my lips with his thick lips and started kissing me real hard. His thick beard was again giving tickling me on my face and I was feeling very amused as well as uncomfortable. But Mr. Yadav did not allow me much to think on his beard since he inserted his hands within my sari though my waist and started cupping my naked ass cheeks as I had removed my panty while I was in the toilet with him. My petticoat knot was also not very securely tied, which in a way helped him to do this lewd act.

I was instantly aroused to the full as I felt his warm and rough palms pressing on my bare flesh of my buttocks. And within moments, he took out his hands and moved up to pair of juicy upper treasures and directly tried to open my blouse buttons.

Me: Mmmmmmmm....

I struggled to speak, as all along his lips were sucking and biting my tender lips. I tried to nod my head vigorously indicating a "No" to this act, but Mr. Yadav seemed determined to grab my boobs in the naked form. I could realize he already opened a couple of my blouse hooks and was pressing my bulging flesh over it. I now started obstructing him with more force with my hands, but just then, we were both froze hearing a voice!

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Sanjeev: Madam! Madam!

Sanjeev was coming in search of us.

Me: O! My god!

Mr. Yadav: Just keep quiet Kajal, I don't think he can see us in this corner.

We both waited quietly for Sanjeev to pass that corner in the hallway and to proceed towards the toilet. We both were breathing very heavily as we were very much aroused sexually, but still tried our best to be silent. Sanjeev passed that area without seeing us and I immediately handed over the walking stick to Mr. Yadav and adjusted my sari to decency. It had fallen from my waist and my petticoat was visible, which I at once covered and then hooked up my blouse though much of my cleavage was visible due to Mr. Yadav's heavy duty squeezing. In a few moments we started walking 'normally' on the hallway back to the puja-ghar as if nothing happened and we knew very well Sanjeev would be back soon not seeing us at the toilet.

Exactly that happened and we had not even completed ten steps that Sanjeev was back and he expressed his surprise that he did not find us in the hallway, neither in the toilet. Mr. Yadav smartly managed the situation and we were back into the puja-ghar.

Guru-ji: You took so much time that I was worried that...

Mr. Yadav: No, Guru-ji I did not fall, but took some extra time in the toilet.

Guru-ji: Okay. Now let us get back our concentration and finish off with you Kumar.

Mr. Yadav: Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Now that we have offered our prayers to Agnidev and Linga Maharaj, now we will meditate for Avika Beti.

We both were standing in front of the yagya fire and Guru-ji was sitting opposite to us. I noticed Sanjeev was over with the bhog preparation and he was also standing beside us.

Guru-ji: Kajal, you get back to your previous position for the 'pranam' posture.

I obeyed Guru-ji's words and sat on my knees first and tugging my pallu to my waist so that I make minimum exposure lied on the floor with my plump buns facing the three males. I also extended my arms above my head for the 'pranam'. As I getting down of the floor, Sanjeev was holding Mr. Yadav.

Guru-ji: Kumar you also get back to your original position on your medium.

I felt Mr. Yadav's body weight again on my body and his erect penis pricked me on my soft buttocks. Now that I was not wearing a panty, the feel was more evident and the arousal was more certainly. It reminded me of the same memories in my bedroom when my husband would ride my back wearing a lungi and I wore just a nightie and nothing inside. I tried to control myself and tried to concentrate on Linga Maharaj, but of course in vain.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, take this bowl and keep beside Kumar.

I saw Sanjeev came with a small bowl of white fluid with a spoon in it and kept it near my head. There were some small edibles floating in the fluid.

Guru-ji: You again pray for Avika Beti with full concentration and whisper that in Kajal's ears as before, but addition will be you fed her with one spoonful of the yagya ras (=fluid extract of this yagya) after each prayer. Okay Kumar?

Mr. Yadav: As you say Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Kajal, this time there is a slight change for you.

Me: What Guru-ji?

I replied from my lying position turning my head towards Guru-ji and noticed that his eyes were fixed on my hillock-like sari-covered ass, as I lay on the floor. As our eyes met I clearly realized Guru-ji shifted his attention from my gaand.

Guru-ji: After Kumar feeds you the blessed ras, you relay the prayer to Linga Maharaj, this time in your mind, and then turn upside down. Kumar will repeat the same and the cycle will continue for six times, 3 above and 3 down. Okay?

It took some time for me to realize and before I could comprehend fully, Sanjeev explained me in very crude words what shamelessness I will have to exhibit now.

Sanjeev: Madam, its very simple. What Guru-ji meant was now you are lying upside down. Mr. Yadav will do his first prayer in this position. Then you recline in the normal horizontal position as we normally lie down in bed. Mr. Yadav will do his second prayer in that position. And like this a total of six prayers are to be performed. That's all. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Kajal I know it's a bit clumsy for any woman, but a yagya custom is a yagya custom. I cannot bypass it.

I had nothing to say, but to nod and obey Guru-ji's words. My ears turned red instantly thinking of the very scene. I will be lying on the floor horizontally and Mr. Yadav would climb up my body for his second prayer. Prior also, he was riding my body for prayers, but still it had some dignity for me, as I was facing the floor, but this time it is like I am lying on bed and my husband would hug me getting on top of me. And to crown it, I would be watched doing this shameless act by two males. I could not look up at all and just kept my head down with my hands extended in the form of pranam.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, you stay near Kumar to help him get up and get down.

I realized Sanjeev came near me and sat beside me. Now Mr. Yadav was sitting on my left hand side and Sanjeev to the right hand side and I was lying on the floor in between them.

Guru-ji: Okay, Kumar you may start your first prayer. Everyone concentrate. Jai Linga Maharaj!

I felt a hand resting on my left ass cheek and a leg crossing my thighs and could well realize Mr. Yadav was getting on top of my back. Sanjeev must have helped him, but I was shocked the next moment, as I felt two different hands on my body. One was Mr. Yadav and surely the other one had to be Sanjeev! Mr. Yadav had not yet rested his body on my back fully and he was holding my blouse-covered back shoulder for support I could realize, but Sanjeev instead of dragging Mr. Yadav's disabled leg onto my legs, he was gripping and feeling my well formed inner thighs over my sari! I was in such a clumsy position that I could not turn back, but fortunately in a few moments Mr. Yadav was fully stretching his body on my back and Sanjeev had removed his hands off my legs.

I heard Mr. Yadav whisper his first prayer. I was feeling much amused that he could still pray for his daughter! I evidently felt Mr. Yadav's lund was growing harder within his pajama getting the touch of my alluring sari-covered flesh. This time the feel was much more appealing for me and unrestricted, as I was not wearing my panty. Same was the case with Mr. Yadav also, as I found in no time he was moving his pelvis in a subtle rhythmic fashion pressing more and more on my buttocks.

Now he took a spoonful of the yagya ras and fed me. My lips were already open due to the activities on my back. Sanjeev helped Mr. Yadav to feed me the fluid. It tasted really good and I wanted to gulp more, but Guru-ji's order was one spoonful at a time. I then closed my eyes and relayed his prayer to Linga Maharaj.

Sanjeev: Madam, I will get Mr. Yadav down and now you turn to face us.

My heart was almost pounding as Mr. Yadav descended off my body. Now I had to turn and face Sanjeev and Mr. Yadav. As I turned I could very well realize I was looking rather tempting and noticed that both of them were looking very lewdly at my youthful body. I looked up and noted that Guru-ji was also looking at me with a smiling face.

Guru-ji: Now Kumar, you do your second prayer. Kajal, as the medium you accommodate him fully on your body. The ritual says that the medium should be able to listen to the devotee's heartbeat.

I was feeling so ashamed that I just nodded lying in front of these three males. Mr. Yadav was more than eager to ride me and as he rose on my body, I simply shut my eyes out of utter humiliation of being watched. As I turned to lie on the floor in normal posture, I did one change from my previous posture, mainly out of natural womanly shyness and kept my hands folded on my bosom. But...

Sanjeev: Madam, please keep your hands above your head in the pranam stance.

Me: I am feeling very uncomfortable like that.

I had to say now, but later found it was better not to have raised the issue, as Guru-ji made me more humiliated by his words.

Sanjeev: But Madam...

Guru-ji: Kajal, we all know that you cannot remain comfortable if a male gets onto to your body. But my dear, every activity that we perform has an objective. If you keep your arms crossed on your breasts, how can you feel the heartbeats of Kumar? How would you feel the impulse of his prayer as a medium if your breasts do not meet his chest?

He paused a little and there was absolute silence in the puja-ghar. All three males were looking at my folded hands on my undulating blouse-covered full breasts.

Guru-ji: If it was a tantra yagya and you acted as the medium, I would have made you strip your clothes because that's the norm of that ritual.

I was feeling so very disgraced hearing all this in front of these males and was cursing myself why I raised the issue at all. Wasting no more time, I raised my hands above my head from my lying position and naturally my pallu shifted a bit off my twin mountains and my blouse stretched making my boobs look more appealing and tempting.

In no time, Mr. Yadav was on top of my body and as he did that I clenched my teeth in shyness. I almost had the same feeling as if my husband was getting on top of my body and I am lying supine on bed. He would first kiss my neck and shoulder and then kiss my lips and his one hand would surely cup my breasts over my nightie or blouse, whatever I wore in the house, and would twist my nipples. Then he would definitely pull up my dress to expose my legs and thighs even if it was not an intercourse session, but just a limited love making episode. At times he would let me pass not pulling up my dress till my waist and hence not making me somewhat uneasy to expose my panty or pussy. Likewise Mr. Yadav placed himself quite securely over my body touching me everywhere almost except my ass!

to be continued...

Waiting for part 6 ????
With lots of more weird rituals waiting for kajal hopefully ❤❤❤

 

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# Weekend Fun Story

I'm a married woman aged 25 years, married about two years back. I've been working as a lecturer in a college for the last three years. I am 5'3", extremely bright complexioned and my vital statistics are 34-26-36. I know that many male students of mine fantasize about me and they keep surveying me as I take their classes.

My husband, Rajeev, is an automobile engineer and is the owner of a chain of automobile garages along the national highway. He is a stout man of 36. We met accidentally before our marriage when my car had a breakdown and his men repaired it. After a brief period of courtship we got married.

Rajeev is very hard working and his roadside garages provide all emergency and sophisticated services. He has about 24 staff working under him in different garages. We live in our own bungalow which is adjacent to the main garage on the highway. Sitting at the central garage adjacent to our bungalow, Rajeev, co-ordinates the functioning of all the garages.

We have three staff working in our central garage. They are Sunil, a Bengali man of about 27 years, Munna, aged 24 from Bihar and Chandel aged 29 from Haryana. They are all trained mechanics and learnt conscientiously from Rajeev.

Of them, Chandel is also a very good driver who usually drops me to the college or brings me back to home when Rajeev is busy with his work. Sometimes in our trips to the nearby towns, Chandel drives our car. In our campus, there are three quarters between the garage and our bungalow where they live.

Things were running smoothly and Rajeev effectively monitored the jobs of all the garages. Of the three staff of our central garage, Rajeev depended extremely on Munna and he often told me that Munna will someday have his own garage because he had instinctive love for automobiles.

It was during September last year that Rajeev told me that some valuable spares were missing from the go-down of our central garage. When Rajeev casually asked our staff about the stock position of that spare they all replied that the stock had exhausted long back.

But Rajeev was not satisfied, his inventory check indicated that six pieces of those spares were last bought about two years back while thereafter only two bills indicated that two numbers of this spare were used for customers. So by that calculation four more pieces should have been in the store.

Rajeev was brooding over this for quite some time and one day when the three staff were out in the evening Rajeev managed to open their quarters and found the spares in their quarters hidden very carefully. In the course of this he also found a few other less valuable spares in their dens.

Rajeev was angry like anything for they not only stole the spares but tried to misguide him and it was a breach of trust we had on them. Before their return, Rajeev lodged FIR with police and by the time they returned police were waiting to search their quarters for the missing spares.

As they saw police, the colour of their faces changed and they tried to avoid the search by pleading emotionally to Rajeev. But both Rajeev and police were adamant and soon police recovered the stolen items. Munna was trying to say something but Rajeev was so angry that he slapped Munna in front of police and it was the inspector who saved Munna from further assault.

All the three were arrested and since then Rajeev decided not to retain any staff in the central garage permanently but to manage the work by rotating his staff from other garages. Their quarters were sealed by police. Rajeev decided to install CC Camera in our entire campus including the garage and bungalow. CC Cameras were already there in our workshop and in all other garages owned by us.

Things went on as usual and we almost forgot about the incident except when there were dates of hearing in the court for the theft case and even that too had frequent adjournments. In the absence of Chandel, I started to drive to reach my college.


With the lock down due to pandemic our garages had to be closed; Rajeev was very upset not only because his business was closed and he was jobless but mainly because he had to say goodbye to his staff after paying them one months' salary in advance. He often discussed with me about the future of his workers who were without any employment. But with our own business shut down indefinitely, we could not think of retaining the staff without jobs.

My college was also closed though I continued to receive the salary. Petty theft cases like the one of our garage were no longer heard during the lockdown and we almost forgot about Munna, Sunil and Chandel.

This year the Vaisakhi celebration was at low ebb due to the all scenario. Our relatives could not visit us nor could we. It was three days after Vaisakhi. We were in our bedroom. As a part of homely celebration Rajeev and I had taken some whiskey after dinner and went to sleep by 10.30.

I don't know exactly how much time we slept when the sound of something falling heavily awakened me. In the semi darkness of the room I could see Rajeev being forcibly carried away from bed by some men and though Rajeev was trying to resist he was hardly equivalent to the miscreants.

My heart was leaping fast in anxiety because I was sure we were being robbed. As my brain cleared a bit I saw there were three men who made Rajeev sit on the sofa and tied him there with plastic ropes. Rajeev could not make sound as his mouth was covered with leucoplast. I was shivering in terror, apprehending what might happen to us.

I could see three men with arms - one was holding a revolver while the other two had steel rods and daggers with them. I looked for our mobile phones kept on the head box when we go to sleep but found that they were not in place.

Then one of the men addressed me in a harsh voice, "You come out near your husband if you don't want to see him hurt."

I desperately tried to locate the mobiles when one of them holding the handsets in his hand said, "Are you looking for these? Come here to take them."

I was wearing a sleeveless nightie that revealed the cleavage clearly. So I wrapped a bed sheet around me and in the half darkness came near the sofa at the centre of the bedroom. I saw Rajeev was trying to make sound but he was tipsy due to whiskey and moreover his mouth was covered with leucoplast. As I looked at Rajeev to see if he was hurt, one of the men said, "Don't worry we have not hurt him yet."

I shivered along my spine, "not yet" means they would hurt.

"What do you want? Don't hurt us and take away whatever you want," I pleaded in a soft voice.

"We want to settle an old score but we don't want to hurt you if you cooperate," said one of them.

Rajeev in the meantime was making desperate efforts to free himself through his hands were so tightly tied that it only hurt him. In a flash I was thinking about the possible motives they might have - to take away all the valuables, to loot our garage, to ravish me, to kidnap Rajeev and demand extortion and many more other probabilities usually linked to such robbery.

As my mind raced tensely one of them said to his aide, "Put on the lights, let them know what the score is."

The shorter one of them looked for the switch and put on the lights and the room was flooded with brightness and we knew who the robbers were, Chandel, Sunil and Munna. But each of them had a rough cunningness in their face, each much thinner than before perhaps due to imprisonment in jail.

I was wondering when and how they got out of jail but then it occurred to me that in petty theft cases it was easiest to get bails. Rajeev looked helplessly at them.

Chandel seemed to be the leader because he spoke on behalf of the three, "I hope you will agree to withdraw the case against us unconditionally?"

Rajeev nodded immediately as if to please them.

Chandel continued, "We hope you will retain us as employees despite lockdown and allow us to stay in our quarters?"

This demand was too much but to appease them Rajeev seemed to agree. However, I protested telling them meekly that in the existing scenario with garages shut we couldn't afford three employees without any job.

Chandel mischievously replied, "Your husband is practical; he knows he can't lose us after tonight. But then how do you feel about compensating Munna for the slaps he received in front of all?"

Rajeev was trying to say something but could not.

Chandel said, "We can smash his teeth as compensation but we don't wish to hurt so Munna will settle it himself first".

 

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Then he said to me, "Whenever I used to be late in reaching your college you scolded me before others like a slave, I have to settle that insult too with you."

Barely his words ended, Munna came near me and tried to hug me. I spontaneously reacted in repulsion. By now I instinctively knew that they had the motive to assault me sexually and I was afraid like a deer being chased by tigers.

Chandel slapped hard on the face of Rajeev and said to me, "The way you behave decides how your husband will be treated. For your every disobedience he is going to bear the brunt."

I stood frozen in fear. Munna came near me and started moving his fingers sensuously on my lips uttering in a whispering voice, "You have lips like petals of flowers. Why did you marry this old man? He is not fit for a young beauty queen like you."

As his fingers explored my lips, he pushed one inside my mouth. I kept my eyes shut in shame and was thinking how humiliating it was for Rajeev and how I can face my husband after such disgrace.

Munna's touch was creating a repulsion in me as if some poisonous insect was moving on my body and I was unable to get it off. Munna continued to move his fingers for some time, pressing my lips hard, making me open my mouth and then pulled my head and planted a lip to lip kiss. Soon his lips took my lower lip in grip and started sucking it hard, his tongue made its way inside my mouth and touched my tongue.

Then suddenly he broke the kiss and told his aides, "Her mouth smells of wine, this bitch is drunk."

I was almost dying in shame at being kissed by someone in front of my hubby and the abusive language he was using. But while my mind repelled at such abusive caress from a low rank fellow, I could feel the growing wetness between my thighs. Rajeev was seated lowering his gaze.

"Let me taste your wine now," said Sunil and soon his lips got locked with mine.

As Sunil kept exploring my mouth with his tongue and lips, his hands were fondling roughly my rounded asses. I could even feel his hand between my ass cheeks and touching my anal hole.

Sunil addressed my husband, "She has beautiful asses, did you ever perform anal with her?"

I didn't know what to say but realized that I might have to give everything they demand. After exploring me for several minutes, Sunil pushed me towards Chandel telling the latter, "It is your turn now".

Chandel approached me and made me sit on Rajeev's lap and before planting a kiss he pulled away the bed sheet that I had wrapped around my nightie telling in a most vulgar way, "Why are you hiding the treasures you have?"

As Chandel was kissing me, his hands went inside my nightie and touched my tits pressing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger so hard that a painful sound escaped from my mouth and then he said to Rajeev, "She has sensuously big and warm tits. I like fondling them. You can see she is enjoying it, her nipples have grown hard and erect."

Rajeev looked crestfallen.

Chandel seemed determined to tease Rajeev more, as he said, "Don't feel bad. We won't hurt you. I have noticed that after we were gone you installed CC Cameras in the entire building. So let this bitch behave like a good slut in front of CC Camera and we will not do any harm. It will be all among the five of us."

Making me seated on Rajeev's lap Chandel kissed me passionately not only on my lips but on my cheeks, neck and armpits as well. Sometimes he sucked me so hard that I whimpered in pain. I was in terrible anger at such dirty humiliation but the situation did not allow me to react. I was feeling sorry for Rajeev whose face had gone red due to humiliating words. I could see even tears in his eyes.

Chandel kissed me the longest fondling my boobs and asses passionately. After about half an hour of continuous kissing he asked me to go and see me in the mirror. Obeying his command I went to the dressing corner of the bedroom where the mirror was and could not believe how during kissing he had smeared my face, neck and bare shoulders with multiple hickeys.

Chandel then ordered me to go near Rajeev and once I went, Chandel pulled up Rajeev's head by pulling his hairs and said, "Just see what I have done to your bitch. She now looks a perfect slut with my signs all over her."

Chandel then suddenly pulled up the leucoplast pasted on Rajeev's lips and said sarcastically, "I hope you have many things to say like sparing your wife, forgiving you for once etc etc. I would really enjoy listening to your pleas to save your wife's chastity. Of course, you can take the chance to shout for help also though nobody will hear your scream in this desolate locality."

Rajeev stopped his head further. Chandel was determined to tease Rajeev more and said, "Since you are the husband of this sexy bitch you decide with whom she should go to bed first."

Then Chandel turned to me and said, "Will you behave like a good slut and get out of your outfits yourself or do you want us to tear away your dress? Remember, for every piece of cloth we tear away your husband will receive a blow for your disobedience."

Chandel kept on asking Rajeev about who should ravish me first but as there was no reply, Chandel decided himself that Munna being youngest should have the first chance while Chandel himself being the oldest among them will be the last. He then commanded Munna to take me to bed and told him that he should feel that I was not co-operating Munna should tell Chandel so that he can make Rajeev pay for it.

Chandel then said to me, "Since you are so young, I have decided that you should enjoy with the youngest of us."

I was mentally getting ready for the ordeal as I could not think of any way out of this. Munna came and took me in lap and carried me to the bed, which was just opposite to the sofa where Rajeev was sitting. Chandel and Sunil were standing beside Rajeev watching me and Munna.

Once I was in bed Munna asked me to get rid of my dresses. I unhooked my nightie and let it fall on the bed. Munna was jubilant to see me in under garments. He threw the nightie in delight towards Chandel and, Chandel in turn, placed it on Rajeev's lap so that even without looking he could know what was happening. Munna did not bother to remove my bra but pulled down the cups exposing the boobs and began fondling them roughly.

Soon his mouth came near my left tit and he began sucking the nipple hard. Inescapable passionate groan came out of my lips and Chandel teased Rajeev, "Do you hear how hot that bitch is growing?"