13-02-2019, 11:30 AM
I mumbled silently. The cold water in the tub gave such a soothing feeling to my naked legs. The water level within the tub was fortunately pretty low and it was not even reaching my knees.
Guru-ji: Anita, you stand here facing the moon like this.
Saying that Guru-ji adjusted my position and he was standing so close to me that my round protruding bottom was touching him time and again.
Guru-ji: Fold your arms in the form of prayer and verbalize what I say.
He was so close to me behind that I could feel Guru-ji’s breathing on my neck. For a woman, it is always very odd to have a male right behind your back, especially when your eyes are closed. Though it was a prayer and I knew I need to concentrate hard, but somehow my mind was getting diverted each time I was sensing Guru-ji’s warm breath on my neck and his folded hands very mildly brushing my blouse-covered back. I was stiff of course as I knew if I moved my gaand just a bit, it would surely hit Guru-ji’s pelvic area.
Frankly it was almost the same kind of situation as I experience while commuting in public vehicles. Most grownup women who have to travel in crowded bus during rush hours feel likewise. Invariably I would find a male to be standing at my back even though I am standing in front of the ladies seats. And taking the full advantage of the hustle and jostle of the crowd within the bus, that male would either feel my ass with his crotch or use his hand to touch and press my butts over my dress. My situation here definitely was not like that and I could not think even in my dream about Guru-ji being like that, but it was my honest first-hand feeling.
The prayer was a long one and slowly I was building my concentration over it.
Guru-ji: Jai Chandrama! Linga Maharaj!
He ended the prayer. He was still standing at my back. Uday and Sanjeev were standing at some distance to my left side.
Guru-ji: Offer waters to Chandrama Anita.
I nodded and tried to bend down to take water in my palm from within the tub and immediately I felt a hard rod poking my gaand and I straightened myself.
Me: Sorry Guru-ji.
As Guru-ji was right behind me, as I bent my full ass pushed into his dhoti-covered crotch and I clearly felt his hard lund on my gaand! I stepped forward and bent down to take water. I knew it would look very inviting to bend like that in front of a male who was just behind me, but there was no other option for me. Guru-ji must have got a grand view of my miniskirt-covered flaring ass. I quickly ascended and offered the waters to Chandrama.
Guru-ji: Do it thrice Beti.
So I had to again bend my round bottoms in front of Guru-ji and provided him with some awful upskirt views as well. Thankfully though it was a moonlit night, the illumination was not bright enough, otherwise surely as I bent my panty would have been clearly visible from where Guru-ji was standing. I somehow completed this exercise.
Guru-ji: Fine. Now that you have offered Ganges water to Chandrama you have authenticated your prayer.
Right then I noticed Sanjeev had lighted up some dry coconut shells with some chemicals on two pots and smoke started to fill up the whole place. The scent of the smoke was typical of the odor we get within a temple – a mixed bag type of smell.
Guru-ji: Okay Beti. Now stand facing me. I am your medium for this prayer. Come close.
I stepped forward within the waters in the tub near Guru-ji. My full rounded boobs were looking like searchlights on my figure in this moonlit atmosphere. He held me by my shoulders.
Guru-ji: Anita, now that you have prayed for fertility, you need to actually make your organs fertile by offering them to Chandrama.
Me: How Guru-ji?
Guru-ji: Yes, I will tell you. Chandrama’s power can only enter into a female organ via a medium through this Maha-yagya. I will help you attain that power.
Guru-ji raised his chin up towards the moon and with folded arms started a prayer in Sanskrit. I was unable to understand much from it. It ended within a couple of minutes.
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! This poor girl needs your help. Please bestow your choicest blessings on her. Please empower her sex organs so that she can taste motherhood. Jai Chandrama!
The whole ambiance was so spiritualist – the midnight timing, the moonlit mystic courtyard, cold waters kissing my legs in the tub, the thick coiling smoke, the unique scent of the smoke, Guru-ji’s colossal physical stature, and his spine chilling reverberating voice… I was getting spellbound.
Guru-ji: Since you have come to this stage successfully Anita, I don’t think you will feel shy attaining this power. Will you?
His voice was piercing the silence of the night and it was so commanding!
I nodded, but Guru-ji seemed not satisfied.
Guru-ji: Speak aloud Anita. You are not replying to me. You are actually replying to Chandrama.
I quickly folded my arms as if in prayer. Guru-ji repeated his question.
Guru-ji: Will you feel shy achieving this divine strength?
Me: No… I mean I will not feel shy.
Guru-ji: Good. Do you have the tags placed on your body?
Me: Ji Guru-ji.
I noticed Uday was putting in more dry coconut shells and chemicals into the pots making the smoke thicker.
Guru-ji: Where are the tags on your body?
My throat was getting dry. The tags were placed by Meenakshi on my intimate body parts and I was definitely hesitant now to tell that aloud in front of three grownup males. Guru-ji was getting impatient seeing my silence.
Guru-ji: Anita, don’t waste the time. The clouds might hide the moon again and then all our efforts would be a waste!
It was true that the sky had cleared up somewhat and we could see the moon continuously for sometime now not being covered up by any cloud. I tried to rebuild my confidence and leaving apart my shyness answered to that question.
Me: The tags… I mean… the tags are on my thighs, navel, and err… hips, and…
I swallowed my sputum and licked my lips to continue. It was somewhat easier for me to pronounce ‘thighs’, ‘navel’, and ‘hips, but to verbalize ‘breasts’ and ‘pussy’ in front of three males was a tough call for me.
Me: And on my breasts and pu… pussy.
Guru-ji: Right! Hey Chandrama! Look at this woman. She is grownup! She is fully matured! She is married! To get your blessing she has placed the consecrated tags on her sexual organs. Help her. Jai Chandrama!
Sanjeev and Uday repeated in chorus and Guru-ji seemed to be gaining in momentum in his voice.
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Your power is infinite. You have helped the infertile with your fertility sanctification. Empower her with your celestial energy. Jai Chandrama!
I was all along pretty much charged up by this whole act, but the next few words spoken by Guru-ji made me blush heavily and I never heard such sexually explicit words about myself from any male apart from my husband; that too when we were at a conjugal peak on our bed. Honestly, my husband does hardly speak such smutty terms even when at full peak during intercourse. But I was shocked to hear such language about me from a towering personality like Guru-ji!
Guru-ji: Anita, you stand here facing the moon like this.
Saying that Guru-ji adjusted my position and he was standing so close to me that my round protruding bottom was touching him time and again.
Guru-ji: Fold your arms in the form of prayer and verbalize what I say.
He was so close to me behind that I could feel Guru-ji’s breathing on my neck. For a woman, it is always very odd to have a male right behind your back, especially when your eyes are closed. Though it was a prayer and I knew I need to concentrate hard, but somehow my mind was getting diverted each time I was sensing Guru-ji’s warm breath on my neck and his folded hands very mildly brushing my blouse-covered back. I was stiff of course as I knew if I moved my gaand just a bit, it would surely hit Guru-ji’s pelvic area.
Frankly it was almost the same kind of situation as I experience while commuting in public vehicles. Most grownup women who have to travel in crowded bus during rush hours feel likewise. Invariably I would find a male to be standing at my back even though I am standing in front of the ladies seats. And taking the full advantage of the hustle and jostle of the crowd within the bus, that male would either feel my ass with his crotch or use his hand to touch and press my butts over my dress. My situation here definitely was not like that and I could not think even in my dream about Guru-ji being like that, but it was my honest first-hand feeling.
The prayer was a long one and slowly I was building my concentration over it.
Guru-ji: Jai Chandrama! Linga Maharaj!
He ended the prayer. He was still standing at my back. Uday and Sanjeev were standing at some distance to my left side.
Guru-ji: Offer waters to Chandrama Anita.
I nodded and tried to bend down to take water in my palm from within the tub and immediately I felt a hard rod poking my gaand and I straightened myself.
Me: Sorry Guru-ji.
As Guru-ji was right behind me, as I bent my full ass pushed into his dhoti-covered crotch and I clearly felt his hard lund on my gaand! I stepped forward and bent down to take water. I knew it would look very inviting to bend like that in front of a male who was just behind me, but there was no other option for me. Guru-ji must have got a grand view of my miniskirt-covered flaring ass. I quickly ascended and offered the waters to Chandrama.
Guru-ji: Do it thrice Beti.
So I had to again bend my round bottoms in front of Guru-ji and provided him with some awful upskirt views as well. Thankfully though it was a moonlit night, the illumination was not bright enough, otherwise surely as I bent my panty would have been clearly visible from where Guru-ji was standing. I somehow completed this exercise.
Guru-ji: Fine. Now that you have offered Ganges water to Chandrama you have authenticated your prayer.
Right then I noticed Sanjeev had lighted up some dry coconut shells with some chemicals on two pots and smoke started to fill up the whole place. The scent of the smoke was typical of the odor we get within a temple – a mixed bag type of smell.
Guru-ji: Okay Beti. Now stand facing me. I am your medium for this prayer. Come close.
I stepped forward within the waters in the tub near Guru-ji. My full rounded boobs were looking like searchlights on my figure in this moonlit atmosphere. He held me by my shoulders.
Guru-ji: Anita, now that you have prayed for fertility, you need to actually make your organs fertile by offering them to Chandrama.
Me: How Guru-ji?
Guru-ji: Yes, I will tell you. Chandrama’s power can only enter into a female organ via a medium through this Maha-yagya. I will help you attain that power.
Guru-ji raised his chin up towards the moon and with folded arms started a prayer in Sanskrit. I was unable to understand much from it. It ended within a couple of minutes.
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! This poor girl needs your help. Please bestow your choicest blessings on her. Please empower her sex organs so that she can taste motherhood. Jai Chandrama!
The whole ambiance was so spiritualist – the midnight timing, the moonlit mystic courtyard, cold waters kissing my legs in the tub, the thick coiling smoke, the unique scent of the smoke, Guru-ji’s colossal physical stature, and his spine chilling reverberating voice… I was getting spellbound.
Guru-ji: Since you have come to this stage successfully Anita, I don’t think you will feel shy attaining this power. Will you?
His voice was piercing the silence of the night and it was so commanding!
I nodded, but Guru-ji seemed not satisfied.
Guru-ji: Speak aloud Anita. You are not replying to me. You are actually replying to Chandrama.
I quickly folded my arms as if in prayer. Guru-ji repeated his question.
Guru-ji: Will you feel shy achieving this divine strength?
Me: No… I mean I will not feel shy.
Guru-ji: Good. Do you have the tags placed on your body?
Me: Ji Guru-ji.
I noticed Uday was putting in more dry coconut shells and chemicals into the pots making the smoke thicker.
Guru-ji: Where are the tags on your body?
My throat was getting dry. The tags were placed by Meenakshi on my intimate body parts and I was definitely hesitant now to tell that aloud in front of three grownup males. Guru-ji was getting impatient seeing my silence.
Guru-ji: Anita, don’t waste the time. The clouds might hide the moon again and then all our efforts would be a waste!
It was true that the sky had cleared up somewhat and we could see the moon continuously for sometime now not being covered up by any cloud. I tried to rebuild my confidence and leaving apart my shyness answered to that question.
Me: The tags… I mean… the tags are on my thighs, navel, and err… hips, and…
I swallowed my sputum and licked my lips to continue. It was somewhat easier for me to pronounce ‘thighs’, ‘navel’, and ‘hips, but to verbalize ‘breasts’ and ‘pussy’ in front of three males was a tough call for me.
Me: And on my breasts and pu… pussy.
Guru-ji: Right! Hey Chandrama! Look at this woman. She is grownup! She is fully matured! She is married! To get your blessing she has placed the consecrated tags on her sexual organs. Help her. Jai Chandrama!
Sanjeev and Uday repeated in chorus and Guru-ji seemed to be gaining in momentum in his voice.
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Your power is infinite. You have helped the infertile with your fertility sanctification. Empower her with your celestial energy. Jai Chandrama!
I was all along pretty much charged up by this whole act, but the next few words spoken by Guru-ji made me blush heavily and I never heard such sexually explicit words about myself from any male apart from my husband; that too when we were at a conjugal peak on our bed. Honestly, my husband does hardly speak such smutty terms even when at full peak during intercourse. But I was shocked to hear such language about me from a towering personality like Guru-ji!
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