Adultery An Unforgetable Journey With a Friend - by luvdeep23

[manigopal]

 
As we came out of the room we found 4/5 persons wearing the same type dhoti of yogi were there. We again retreated inside the room.
 
The yogi found us going inside the room came back to us and said, ‘what happened? Why did you come back?’
 
Trisha said, ‘there are so many persons outside there. We can’t walk in front of them naked.’
 
He said, ‘you don’t worry. They’ll not look at you. And if they look at all they’ll not mind for you to be naked. And you know some of them may come to assist me in the process of healing.’
 
We were at a loss. I nudged Trisha to go. We gathered courage and stepped out of the room. We found it was fact that nobody was giving us stare. We removed our shyness and followed the yogi. He took us in another room. The room had got two doors but they were without curtain. There were two wooden cots lying side by side.
 
Yogi stopped in front of the cots and told us, ‘now please lay down on the cot. At first you’ll have trouble to adjust you on the wooden cots, but soon it’ll be okay.’
 
We did as we were told.
 
He then told us, ‘now be patient. You’ll be given mud treatment.’
 
I asked, ‘what is that, yogiji?’
 
He smiled and said, ‘your whole body will be smeared with liquid mud. The mud is specially treated with herbs. The moment it touches your body you’ll feel a coolness which will spread through your body and you’ll feel that you’re lying in a very peace and comfort zone. You’ll feel absolute calm rulling your body.’
 
He went out of the room. We lay there waiting for the mud treatment. Two boys about 10 years entered into our room with two buckets. At first we tried to hide our private parts but then thought there would be no use of hiding. Then we tried to look into the bucket and found paste of mud. We looked at each other without telling anything.
 
The boys came forward. One went to Trisha and other came to me.”
 
Sweety stopped here. She was so far continuously telling us the story. We stopped for a little. We poured us another drinks and waited for the them to start.
 
Trisha asked Sweety, ‘shall I continue?’
 
She said, ‘yeah, I’ll continue later.’ She put her head on Sanju’s lap and waited for Trisha to start. We also waited. We were also getting excited the way their story was taking the turn. Trisha started:
 
“The boys took a handful of mud paste in their hands and put it on our naked stomach. Of course we were feeling shy that these two boys were viewing our pussies and boobs in the broad daylight. But we could do nothing in this. We lay there waiting to see what the boys did. They picked up another handful of mud paste and put on top of the earlier.
 
With both hands they started smearing the mud on our body. They started with our stomach, rolling their hands over it, pasting the mud very well on our stomach. They pressed the paste inside our navels and rotate their fingers to smear it well. They scooped up another handful of mud and placed in between our boobs.
 
We shivered that those boys would touch our boobs. So far the boys had invaded our privacy in the dark. The boys did the same thing at the village but we were not in our control. Now we could see what they were doing and to be frank we were enjoying the process.”
 
Trisha asked Sweety who was hearing the story with her head on Sanju’s lap, ‘why Sweety, are not we enjoying the it?’
 
Sweety told, ‘yes, and we are frank to confess it.’
 
Trisha again started from where she left.
 
“Well, the boys put their hands over the paste and spread it on our boobs slowly. I looked at the boys’ faces, but they were expressionless. I looked at Sweety, she was enjoying the pasting with her eyes closed.
 
The boy who was working with me moved his hand most erotically causing my nipples to stand erect. He hid them with the paste. Then he went to our arms, pasting the mud over our entire arms and the armpits. They were scratching our armpits with their fingers. We muffled our giggling.
 
I found Sweety was looking at me and smiled. Then the boys went down to start with the feet. They were coming up pasting well the muds over our feet, legs and thighs. They scooped another handful of mud and placed them on our pussies. They roamed their hands over the region. I glanced at the boy who was pasting the mud on Sweety.
 
His hand was moving over her pussy covering the entire area with the mud. My boy was finding it difficult for my growth of hairs in my pussy.
 
However he parted the pussy lips and picked one of the labia with his fingers and smeared the mud on it. Then he left it, which stood protruded out side the pussy. He did with the other. Then he did the most amazing thing which I thought could not be done or known by a boy of his age.
 
He drew back the hood of my clit and put mud on it, rolling the open stub with his finger. This had sent me wave after wave of sensation through my spine. I knew that Sweety was feeling the same kind of sensation. We started oozing out our secretion which caused the mud to wash out. They put more mud to arrest the wash out.
 
They parted our slit and smeared the mud at the inside lips of our pussies. The boy with me scooped more mud and covered my entire bush with it.
 
Then they flipped us and did with our back. They took special care with our asses. They parted the cheeks and put the mud at our assholes, pushing some of the mud inside them by probing them with their fingers. Then after completing with our backs they made us flipped once more on our back.
 
The yogi came inside the room and handed the boys two flat types of black stones and went out again. We looked at the stones in their hands. The stones were black and smooth. We were wondering what they would do with those.
 
The boys put the stones in the mud and moved them inside it. Then they took the stones out and went in between our legs. We were just nervous of what they would do. We were taken aback and cried ‘ouch’ as the boys inserted the stones in our pussies by parting the lips.
 
They pushed it till they were protruded slightly out of the opening. This done, the boys picked up the buckets and went outside, leaving us in a state of confusion. We lay there without knowing what would come next.
 
We were feeling most awkward with the stones jutted out from our pussies. We thought the other must be seeing us and laughing.
 
I heard Sweety was telling me, ‘hey Trisha, what next?’
 
I looked at her and said, ‘who knows? Lets wait.’
 
The yogi once again came inside the room and stood beside us. We felt very ashamed with our condition particularly with the stones in between our legs.
 
He said, ‘how you’re feeling girls?’
 
We did not know what to say. But he continued, ‘the mud pasting will develop positive power inside your soul. It was made as I told you with a special type of herbs, which induces energy inside us through the skin. The stones inside your vaginas will heal the sin in your pussies that was caused in the festival. After sometime you’ll be taken to a pool at the backside where you’ll be given bath. After that you’ll feel very pure in your body and soul. That’s the main objective of this mud pasting.’
 
Telling this he went out of the room. We turned our heads to see him going.
 
We waited nearly about 15 minutes. We felt that the mud was slowly getting dried on our bodies. We could not move our limbs. Soon two men of ages 45 to 48 entered into the room and came to us. They hold our hands and gestured us to climb down the cots. We slowly swung our bodies out of the cots and got down. They moved to the other door followed by us.
 
We felt very funny walking with the men with the stones in between our legs but we were astonished to find the stones remained there without getting slipped. We soon crossed the door and walked some more time till we found a pond.
 
Long trees surrounded the pond. The bank was cemented. The men got down into the pond by the steps and waited there. We followed the steps and lowered us down in the water. Before the water level touched our waist, the men came forward and parted our legs and took out those stones from the inside of our pussies. They kept those stones carefully on the cemented bank. Once in the water, we tried to wash out the mud, which the men stopped.
 
They hold us and gestured us to take a dip inside the water. We dipped inside the water and stood there for further instructions. The men hold us and rubbed our bodies clean of mud with the water. They started with our necks. We were not comfortable with the men. So long the boys were there we did not have obligations. But in front of a full-grown men standing naked letting them touch our bodies, we could not take it. But we did not have any other option. We stood still; let the men do whatever they would like to do.
 
The men finished with our necks. They extended our arms and rinsed them with the water. The muddy water was falling in the pond mixing with the pond water and we were surprised to see that the water was not getting muddy. Instead it was getting dissolved in the water and the water was as clean as it was.
 
They lifted our arms and scrubbed our armpits. We felt a sensation building up inside our bodies. They rinsed our back with the water stopping well above our starting of the swells of our asses. Then they turned us to face them. They did our boobs, cupping them, rinsing them and sometime giving them a little squeeze.
 
They rubbed our nipples in between our fingers, taking their eyes closed to them, finding a little bit of mud still on them again they cleaned them with the water. They pulled the nipples out and rolled their fingers on them, making them erect. We could not help it.
 
The sensation was constantly growing inside our bodies. We were saved when they let go our boobs and scrubbed our stomach. They gave more attention at our navels, sprinkling water and moving their fingers inside them, creating a sharp pleasing pain inside our pussies. They stopped above our pussies. Then they moved us against them to face opposite of them.
They put pressure on our back indicating to bend down from the waists. We did it. I looked at Sweety. She was also looking at me. Both smiled nervously. We looked up to see if others were looking at us. But there was no one except the four of us. We again stared at the water.
 
I looked past my thighs to see the man standing at my back but sideways. Then I found it.
I saw that his dhoti was floating in the water and he was naked down. The water was so clean that I could see his semi rigid prick floating in the water bouncing with the ripples in the water.
 
I closed my eyes but opened again. I looked at Sweety and asked her in English, ‘do you see what’s floating behind your back?’
 
She had seen it. She said, ‘yes, it’s sometime touching my ass also.’
 
I looked again at the man. He seemed to be oblivious of the show. He was cleaning my ass, rinsing it with water. He parted my asscheeks and rubbed his fingers across my ass crack, resting at my asshole. He moved his fingers over it then pushed it inside. It slipped as the muddy water had made the passage slippery. Then I got the touch of his prick. I thought it was an accident and did not give it much importance.
 
The men put their hands over our pussies. They fondled the area, rubbed them well, opened up the slit, scrubbed the labia out of mud, then their tips of the fingers flicked our clits, sending a ripple of excitement through our bodies. They put more pressure on our backs and we lowered down our bodies.
 
Now our boobs were inside the water. Our faces were at the level of water. We were trying to keep our nose from drowning. We felt our butts were more jutted to them. They were working their fingers inside our pussies, rubbing the inside, finding our g-spot they rubbed us there. We let out moan from our lips, ‘aahhaa..’
 
They jabbed our inside with their fingers and took them out. They cupped our pussies with the palm and slowly rubbed them up and down. We felt that we were oozing out our juices and by the grace of the god; it was getting mixed with the water.
 
We felt that the men were pulling our butts towards them and we got the feeling of their pricks rubbed against our asses. I thought what they were going to do. I looked at Sweety.
 
She had frowned her eyes; she was also thinking the same. I could feel the prick of the man slowly raising its head and poking at my pussy. God, were they going to fuck us? Though I had thought it but my mind was not revolting against such action. They had put one of their hands over our asses near our ass cheeks. They parted them and we felt the finger over the assholes.
 
They were slowly rolling the finger around them. The fingers were thick and we thought they must be the thumbs. As they were rubbing us there we felt their pricks making stabbing actions on our pussies.
 
They rested the tips of their pricks at the opening and we choked us in the water as they plunged forward and inserted their shaft inside our opening. God, what an insertion. I was shocked to think like this.
 
They did not do anything further but we could realize that they were fully embedded to their root. They kept their pricks inside us without doing anything. We felt them grow inside, filling the gaps around them. They were continuously growing; we could feel the walls were getting stretched. Still they did not do anything. Our minds were crying for any action from them, but we were getting disheartened. I glanced at Sweety who had clenched her jaws, waiting like me for the next move.
 
The water was striking our bodies. We were balancing us with our male counterparts. We looked around. Nobody was watching us. We could feel our pussy walls were clenching and loosening against their pricks.
 
We could not stand more. I moved forward with my ass over the length of his shaft and moved back again to thump against his groin. I could feel his balls slapped against my pussy hairs. Then I waited to see the reaction. Still there was no movement.
 
My limit was tested now so I started moving back and forth against his prick. I sideway looked at Sweety. She was also doing the same thing. I rocked against him. I drew out his prick almost out of my sheath by moving forward and then pushed my ass as fast as I could thus generating the sexcitement in my body.
 
We moved over them for more than 10 minutes then we got exhausted. We stopped to regain our breath and we felt they were moving against us. They slide their prick in and out of our pussies in rapid force, creating ripple after ripple in our bodies.
 
We could feel the approaching of our orgasm. Our pussies were clamping and declamping against their shafts. They were driving with full force. We were near our orgasm and we felt their knobs grew more. We sensed their ejaculation and grinded our asses against them.
 
We felt the jet hit the inside with massive force. Moans of pleasure escaped our mouths. We were rocked with big orgasms. They came into us continuously then the spurt stopped. They stayed there for some more time. We felt their limp pricks slipped out of our pussies and they let go our asses. We stood up in the water. They once again rinse our inside with water and led us out of the water.
 
As we rode out from the water we found our knees were wobbling. We could not walk properly. We stood there some more time while the men waited for us.
 
I asked Sweety, ‘what a great fuck? Did you enjoy?’
 
She laughed coyly and said, ‘yeah. More than the festival.’
 
I said, ‘we don’t know what more is stored for us.’
 
We slowly came out of the water and the men in front moved towards the door from where we had come out. We could feel our bodies more light and we were happy for that. It might be the fucking session, we reasoned us. But we could not support the fact. We came near a room which we did not see earlier.
 
We went inside the room. This room had windows and two doors like others. They were opened. As we entered we found the earlier two boys were sitting on the floor. The yogi was sitting at the center.
 
As we entered he opened his eyes and said, ‘so you’ve come after bathing. Now sit in front of me.’
 
We came towards him and I pleaded him, ‘baba, and can we wear our dresses now?’
 
He said, ‘but how? We’ve just started. Two processes were completed. Now two more are yet to come. And all you’ve to perform naked.’
 
We nodded our heads as if we had understood. Then we sat in front of him. He said, ‘sit more close my girls.’
 
We drew us more close to him. He had worn the same dhoti. We feared that we could see his prick also. But he had managed well to hide him from our view. The boys got up and took their seats on either of us.
 
The yogi was performing puja. A fire was built up. He was sprinkling ghee in the fire and chanting mantras. His eyes were closed. His lips were moving. We could not understand anything. But we kept silent. He opened his eyes and handed over to the boys two pots filled with ghee.
 
Then he once again shut his eyes closed and started chanting. He gestured to the boys. They put their fingers in the ghee pot and lifted their fingers again from the pots. We could find their fingers were coated with ghee.
 
They smeared the ghee over our nipples and hold them in their fingers. The yogi stopping the chanting told the boys something. The boys rolled our nipples with their fingers. Then the routine started. According to the yogi, the boys sometime were pulling our nipples, sometime rolling them and sometime were pinching them. Then they released them. Our nipples were hard and erect.
 
The yogi opened his eyes and looked at us. He told us, ‘now lay down on the floor with your legs spread open. Your yonis shall be opened in front of the fire as if you’re offering the agni god your yonis.’
 
We exchanged our glances but obeyed his instruction. We lay down on the floor with our feet towards the yogi. We opened our legs so that our pussies lay opened in front of his eyes or what did he say in front of the fire god.
 
We were just surprised to such process of healing. The yogi took a look at our pussies and then again closed his eyes. He addressed the boys. They dipped their fingers in the pot and with one hand pried opened our slits. The boy with me found some difficulty to part my pubic hairs and to find the slit. But he managed to find.
 
They put the ghee on top of our clits and rubbed them. They took more ghee in their fingers and smeared on our labia. They waited for the further instructions from yogi. He told them something and they took ghee with their fingers and rubbed on the inside walls of our pussies.
 
The yogi then took a long leaf with a branch and touched it in the fire. Then he extended his hand and touched the leaf to our nipples and pussies. He stood up and prayed to god. He then told us, ‘now get up and go with the boys. They will indicate you what’ll come next.”
 
Telling so far continuously Trisha stopped and told Sweety to continue. She got up and drank a glass of water. Then again she came back to the bed. She once again put her head on my lap and waited for Sweety to start.
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