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Sujata's ordeal-Final part
I asked aunty afterwards if there is any payment required. It would have been difficult to pay but still I asked. Aunty just smiled it off and told me that guruji never takes any money. He will take his 'gurudakshina' as and when appropriate. That made me even more scared but it also increased my respect for this man.
It was very weird not to wear Bra every day. Fortunately all this was happening in preparatory leave. And my room mate had also gone to her native place. I was studying hard and also observing things as told.
I was reporting to aunty almost every day, and why not, she was my only friend. It was all going well till this day:
I had to visit my distant relatives wedding. I had to wear saree. I took out one of my best sarees. It was light pink silk saree and suitable short sleeved blouse. The blouse had laces at the back, giving some exposure to my fair back. (The blouse had one lace near my neck, then open and then one hook at the bottom)
I wore all the accessories, this time even some silver bangles and payal. I wore a nice thin bindi suitable to my oval face. I changed the nose ring to nose stud to make it more fashionable. I went for the wedding as it was just a formality. I went and just handed over the gift packet. But I am sure all eyes were on me. I was looking one bit better than the bride. That made me so proud.
For the first time I dressed a bit less conservative. And everything went well. I was having lunch and suddenly I got a call on my cell from an unknown number. I picked up the call and it was guruji.
I: Namaste guruji
I kept my plate down. I was nervous talking to him. His personality made me submit always. He told me on phone that I need to see him urgently. He did not mention anything else. And before I could ask, the call was over.
I called aunty, but she was busy and she asked me to go alone. So I got a rick and went to see guruji.
As I rang the bell, another older man in his late 50s opened the door. He looked unsophisticated and village type. Baba was sitting on the usual char. And one more lady was sitting in full ghunghat in red saree.
As I entered Baba looked at me and called me to him with a smile. His eyes were all over me and I felt so embarrassed even to walk the small distance from the door to his chair. He stood up when I reached there. His clothes were the same. His bare chest was looking darker and belly bigger.
'Pranam guruji' I bent to touch his feet.
Baba: 'Sada sukhi bhava beti'
He placed his hands directly on my blouse. It was evident that he was squeezing my breasts on my blouse. And that made me feel so very awkward. There was just a small moan but not more than that. I hurriedly moved back as he removed his hands. I stood straight. Again I was not able to meet baba's eyes ad lowered mine.
Baba: Sujata, are you wearing the 'tabij' properly?
I noded standing there infront of him
Baba: But this time u got some problems during your periods, right? It was much painful than usual.
He took a long pause. Waiting for me to respond. It was very humiliating for me to have mentioned about my periods in front of an old man and a young lady sitting in the room. In fact I was also surprised and scared that how would some one know about my periods and that too that I had pain this time.
I had not shared this with any one. May be once to aunty. But I was sure that she wouldnt be sharing this with Guruji. I was standing dumbstruck and guruji was looking at me for an answer. There was an eerie silence in the room. I could feel all eyes were looking at me though my eyes were confined to ground.
I had to answer. And so I just briefly said “Yes” to avoid further embarrassment.
Baba: The tabij is protecting your mind but now the enemy has increased the strength of its attack. We need to find and nail the enemy at earliest. But I do not want to take any risk for your exams.
I nodded and listened carefully. As he continued.
Baba: I have specially created another 'tabij' for you that will protect you till the exam. But before that, let me introduce to them (he was pointing a finger to the lady and the man sitting in the hall)
I turned back to and looked at them with a plastic smile greeting them.
Baba: he is Mr Singh, a farmer from Bihar and this is neeta his daughter in law (DIL).
I could see that the man was old and seemed wealthy. His DIL seemed my age. Now I could see her better as her ghunghat was slided up. She was definitely a good looking girl and I wondered what was she doing here with her father in law and where was her husband.
Baba: He is my old disciple and he is here because neeta is having similar problems as yours. Some one has done some blackmagic on her. Mr singh himself practices these type of arts, obviously learned from me.
Mr singh was looking at me. Smiling. But I felt his looks very pervert and lusty. But Baba had great regards for him. So reacting to anything was out of question. I stood dumb.
Baba: So before giving neeta the tabij, I thought I will show a practical example to Mr singh. And I am sure, you would comply.
The last words were too pointed and orderly. My throat went dry. I turned around facing guruji to avoid the eyes of Mr singh. They were too penetrating and making me awkward.
Baba had moved away from me standing at an arms length.
Baba: I am sure you are observing all the rules I told u about tabij, right?
I looked up at him, in his eyes and then immediately looked down. Later on I understood that men considered such behavior as a sign of complete submission.
My breath was heavy. Baba's hand came close and slowly pulled off my pallu. Giving out a nice view of my braless cleavage.
Baba: can I see the tabij now Sujata?
The tabij threads were clearly visible on my fair neck. I took up my trembling hands and was going to hold the strings to pull out the tabij and then I heard baba almost scream at me.
Baba: You fool, didnt I tell you never to touch it with hands, without my permission?
I was so scared that I couldnt utter a single word. I tough I have done something gravely wrong. guruji was really angry and that made him look very fierce.
I was too scared and was almost shivering. He had my pallu in his hands. He continued, now in normal but controlling voice.
Baba: So, will you now show me the tabij? In proper manner?
My shivering hands went up to undo the knot. Guruji was standing very close and I felt he wanted to undo my saree also. He was trying to pull it little by little and I was too scared and had too many things to attend to. I could feel eyes of Mr sing all over my body at my back.
It was a task to undo the knot with my trembling hands. Guruji's constant pull got my saree messedup at my waist. It was half out half in the petticoat.
The knot was undone but the blouse was still holding on my bare 32c breasts. Also the bottom hook at the back did not let it open wide. Guruji now dropped my pallu to ground and took his hands at my back. I was just standing there as a dumb doll letting him unhook my blouse from back.
I let out a gasp.
Baba: remove it sujata
he was very gentle in uttering those words. It was not louder than a whisper. But some how I felt that the whole room knew what he said. I could almost feel the lust smiling face of Mr sing.
The only saving grace was that I wasnt facing him. So he was able to see my fair back, way down till my petticoat. I started to remove my blouse. I planned to let the blouse slip on my arms and immediately cover myself with hands. But the tight short sleeves made it difficult and embarrassing. The blouse refused to slide and was stuck in my sides.
I had to loosen my hands and then try to pull it off giving Guruji a full view of my jiggling boobs. Every jerk to pull off the blouse made them bounce. I was not aroused at all, but my reddish brown nipples were erect. My aureole of more than rupee coin were clearly visible to guruji as I pulled off my blouse.
I immediately covered myself with hands cupping my breasts, showing the tabij resting on my fair midrif. I was red in shame, but was glad that this was the last step of embarrassment as per my previous experience.
Baba: Good, now show this to Mr singh, let him have a view.
The words were shocking and I so wanted to refuse. But guruji's hands turned me around holding my shoulders and gave a slight push, indicating me to walk. My legs obeyed and I started to walk. Bangles and payal were making melodious sounds as I walked. But all that melody was adding only to my embarrassment, as if I was so dect-up and redy as a bride for this ugly mr singh.
To make it worse, guruji had one foot on my saree on ground, making it come out more and more as I walked. I realized and was going to hold it, but then that would have given away my only protection to by naked boobs. I was too helpless to act against letting my saree go in next 2 steps.
I reached Mr singh's chair, holding both my boobs very hard, trying to hide as much. And he was such a pervert that he was looking into my shame filled eyes.
Mr singh: Can I touch it Guruji?
And before I could protest and object, guruji happyly accepted his request.
In no time his hands were in my midrif, checking the tabij. I was awkward but had no option. I was trying to control myself, my breath and my body from reacting in favour. He played for a while with my tabij, taking every opportunity to touch my boobs from sides.
I was so ashamed that a father in law of a girl of my age was nicely playing with my naked upper half.
Baba: Come here sujata
Thosewords brought so much of relief to me, I was getting away from this lecher. I immediately turned and then walked towards guruji, this time just I petticoat as my saree was already off.
Baba was now sitting on his char, and I stood right in front of him with hands closely covering every inch of my exposed boobs.
Baba: let me give you another tabij as I said.
I was happy knowing that this is the end of today's ordeal. So I nodded in affirmation.
Baba: But this tabij is to be worn on ur waist. This will protect you from any physical or sexual blackmagic.
Before I could digest the shock of those words, guruji's hands were on my petticoat knot. And in one swift pull, the knot was off. For one quick second, I tried to hold my petticoat from falling, but then realized that its better to cover my naked boobs as I atleast have panty down to cover.
Baba: Now I will tie it to your waist Sujata, but before that I am going to get this thing off. And again as a rule, you will not ware any inner wears when you are wearing this tabij. Only exception being your periods.
I looked at guruji, for the first time in his eyes. My mouth was unable to speak, but my eyes were begging him not to take the last cloth off me. He looked in my eyes and tel his hands on my waist. My eyes begged more but his face responded in a naughty smile and I could feel my panty starting to roll down on my thighs.
I gasped and let out a moan, my eyes gave up bagging and preferred not to see anything. Within no time I was stark naked in front of Guruji and giving full view of my bare shapely ass to Mr singh.
Baba was smiling happyly rolling his eyes all over my naked body. He took all the time in the world to tie the tabij on my waist. Then he gently touched my almost bald pussy and tried to insert his middle finger.
I was so tight that the finger also hurt me there. I moaned in pain trying to move away from guruji.
Baba: neeta beti, take sujata inside
Neeta immediately took me by arm. I walked with her and entered a nearby room. She whispered in my ears
neeta: Sujata, baba tumhe abhi chodne wale hai. Take my advice, dont resist. If you resist you it will be more painful.
I had nothing to say. Not even tears in my eyes. Things were happening too fast for me to react.
Neeta: Let his play with your body and let youself loose.
She took a small bottle of something and suddenly poured it on my pussy and gently tried to insert it in with her finger.
Neeta: Sujata, kunwari ho? Guruji is too big, suck him well with saliva if u dont want to be torn off. I can see you are not at all wet. This oil will give some relief, but only very little.
I could hear some laughs and giggles in the outside room and when neeta was done I heard the door open.
Neeta immediately made me bend on the bed with legs standing on the ground. My hair were open and covering my back. My palms were resting on the ned supporting my bent position. She immediately went out as I heard some one come in.
I had no audacity to turn back and see so the lucky man was. I just stood and waisted.
The wait was not long at all. I felt a push with feet asking me to open my legs, wide. I had neeta's advice to co operate. My legs spread open wide.
His hands touched my pussy from back. It was wet with oil. He was pleased with the tighness. I saw a towel fall off on the bed and next moment I knew what it was covering. I felt a hot rod pressing against my ass.
It was guruji for sure. I could make out with the peculiar odor of his body. He bent over me, cupping my boobs firmly.
Baba: Sujata, today I am going to bless you by making you a woman. I am sure you are ready for this.
Again his hand touched my pussy. A shick went through my body. I moaned it was nither in pain nor in pleasure. Just holding the bedsheet with full strength.
Baba: Usually I do it in missionary style with virgins, but today, I can do it like this also. He rubbed his fingers on the oil wet pussy. I realized that he was mistaking the oil for my wetness. He pressed my boobs again and again.
My god, I wanted to stop him and tell him that this is just some oil, not my juice. But, there was no time and I was not so bold as well.
He positioned himself and my palm curled the bedsheet tight. Preparing for the pain. He gripped my boobs hard and then tried to insert his massive tool.
I was now in pain and I moaned aloud. He did not bother and he continued to insert. I could feel his flesh (without condom) making me scared. It seemed that a giant ball (cock head) was forcefully pushed inside my tiny hole.
The pain was unbearable and I stood up trying to bring my legs togather. My efforts made it more painful. I almost was in tears with the severe pain.
I: no no guruji, please. Let me go. I am not yet prepared.
But none of words were heard. Infact it was not more like mumbling than talking. I was too much in pain as I stood with the big ball inside me.
He gently took his shaft out and turned me to his side. Now I stood facing him. My eyes opened as he bit my nipple. He was looking like a giant monster nibbling on my erect nipples. I was mentally unwilling, but my body was responding to his actions now.
His one hand went down and again got wet in oil. I shuddered when he again tried to insert his finger. My hand automatically rested on his hairy shoulders. My legs spread open accommodating his hand cupping my pussy.
He pushed me back on the bed. My legs were still down, face up looking at the roof. He spread my legs wide. And I could see his monster tool approaching me. I closed my eyes.
I had heard of the pain in first time. And now there I was. With legs spread wide open for this ugly beast to enjoy my virginity.
I shifted inside the bed, keeping my legs wide open. My bangles and payal were making arousing sounds. The black thread around my waist was giving an attractive contrast look on my fair skin. I was soon going to be a woman. Willing or unwilling was of no significance now. I was thinking of the bride in the morning, when I went for the wedding. And here I was, forced to celebrate my suhag raat with Guruji, a respectful and authoritative man. Cant call this as bang, but not love making also. This was a typical submission.
The chain of thoughts was broken my his rugged hands mauling my tender breasts. I moaned in mixed pain and pleasure. But the moan was followed by a loud scream as he again pushed his thick head inside my tiny hole.
There was no concern on his face. In fact he seemed to be enjoying the pain. My pain was giving him the assurance of my freshness. He pushed himself more inside. It was too painful. I closed my eyes tightly and gripped the bedsheet tightly. He continued his advances biting my lips on occasion. His chest was pressing my lovely boobs.
He suddenly stopped, and looked at me. I was too mush in pain to open my eyes fully. But I could hear him whisper: “ I have reached your hymen. Now soon I am going to break the seal.”
His words, in that situation, sounded both embarrassing and arousing. I widened my legs to make it easier. But there was no easy way. He was too big for my widest spread legs also.
I wanted him to kiss me so that my moan wont go outseide. Though they knew my fate, it was embarrassing to remind them again that I am being fucked inside the room.
But I was not so lucky. He pinned down both my hands on sides and looked at my face.
Baba: open your eyes sujata,
The pain was a lot and I was preparing myself for the worst. I opened my eyes in response to that humiliating order.
With my pinned hands, he jerked himself inside me aaaahhhh.......I screamed the loudest ever in my life. A severe pain went up through my spine till brains. I was numb for a while. My tightly closed eyes gave out some tears. My head wriggled and body stretched but it was of no use to defend myself against the heavy beast of his size.
He immediately withdrew himself . Immediately I closed my legs, assembled myself and turned sideways curling my body in pain . He took out a white cloth under the pillow and cleaned his blood stained cock on that cloth. He came close to me and whispered in my ears.
Baba: This is the most sacred blood. And this was needed for Neeta's treatment. You have paid your gurudakshina sujata.
His hand went on my newly inaugurated pussy and then he wiped out the blood with the white cloth. It felt weired to be cleaned in that fashion. He slightly inserted the cloth. I was in a very different mind state. I was just bangd but not 'bangd'.
My legs opened letting him clean the blood. He kept the cloth properly and then pulled my legs out, hanging down the bed. I was not ready to be taken again, but he was in command and I had no say in that.
He brutally rammed himself inside me. It was tight but easier for him now. He was ruthless and fast. Every time my cunt gripped his thick cock I was in pain. He kept ramming like a machine. And slowly my body got loose and started to respond in rhythm. The rhythm was supported by my payal and bangles. Every stroke inside my pussy was registered.
He was playing freely with my body, my boos. It all seemed his property for that while. I had completely surrendered to him physically and now mentally also. He was my first man and I had accepted that by now in my young mind. The oil in my pussy was now slowly replaced by my own juices.
I was enjoying and my moans were a proof of that. I suddenly felt a strong jerk as he arched his body, again pinning my wrists to the bed. His face looked in strange pleasure. I was unable to understand what is happening and then all off a suddenly I could feel the hot lava spring inside my glory hole. It was not in one stroke, but several rapid strokes. It again pained as he almost thrust himself deep inside me. I felt as if he was trying to break my vaginal wall and come out from the other side.
I remained with legs wide spread and letting the lava be sprinkled to every corner of my inside. He was still stroking but I felt very strange when the tool inside me started to shrink. It was little ticklish some time.
He got off me. Gave a pleasing look to my naked body that he just exploited. He had a victorious look on his face. And to my surprise, I blushed red hiding my face, the tears were not dry though.
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(END OF SHORT STORY-1)
I asked aunty afterwards if there is any payment required. It would have been difficult to pay but still I asked. Aunty just smiled it off and told me that guruji never takes any money. He will take his 'gurudakshina' as and when appropriate. That made me even more scared but it also increased my respect for this man.
It was very weird not to wear Bra every day. Fortunately all this was happening in preparatory leave. And my room mate had also gone to her native place. I was studying hard and also observing things as told.
I was reporting to aunty almost every day, and why not, she was my only friend. It was all going well till this day:
I had to visit my distant relatives wedding. I had to wear saree. I took out one of my best sarees. It was light pink silk saree and suitable short sleeved blouse. The blouse had laces at the back, giving some exposure to my fair back. (The blouse had one lace near my neck, then open and then one hook at the bottom)
I wore all the accessories, this time even some silver bangles and payal. I wore a nice thin bindi suitable to my oval face. I changed the nose ring to nose stud to make it more fashionable. I went for the wedding as it was just a formality. I went and just handed over the gift packet. But I am sure all eyes were on me. I was looking one bit better than the bride. That made me so proud.
For the first time I dressed a bit less conservative. And everything went well. I was having lunch and suddenly I got a call on my cell from an unknown number. I picked up the call and it was guruji.
I: Namaste guruji
I kept my plate down. I was nervous talking to him. His personality made me submit always. He told me on phone that I need to see him urgently. He did not mention anything else. And before I could ask, the call was over.
I called aunty, but she was busy and she asked me to go alone. So I got a rick and went to see guruji.
As I rang the bell, another older man in his late 50s opened the door. He looked unsophisticated and village type. Baba was sitting on the usual char. And one more lady was sitting in full ghunghat in red saree.
As I entered Baba looked at me and called me to him with a smile. His eyes were all over me and I felt so embarrassed even to walk the small distance from the door to his chair. He stood up when I reached there. His clothes were the same. His bare chest was looking darker and belly bigger.
'Pranam guruji' I bent to touch his feet.
Baba: 'Sada sukhi bhava beti'
He placed his hands directly on my blouse. It was evident that he was squeezing my breasts on my blouse. And that made me feel so very awkward. There was just a small moan but not more than that. I hurriedly moved back as he removed his hands. I stood straight. Again I was not able to meet baba's eyes ad lowered mine.
Baba: Sujata, are you wearing the 'tabij' properly?
I noded standing there infront of him
Baba: But this time u got some problems during your periods, right? It was much painful than usual.
He took a long pause. Waiting for me to respond. It was very humiliating for me to have mentioned about my periods in front of an old man and a young lady sitting in the room. In fact I was also surprised and scared that how would some one know about my periods and that too that I had pain this time.
I had not shared this with any one. May be once to aunty. But I was sure that she wouldnt be sharing this with Guruji. I was standing dumbstruck and guruji was looking at me for an answer. There was an eerie silence in the room. I could feel all eyes were looking at me though my eyes were confined to ground.
I had to answer. And so I just briefly said “Yes” to avoid further embarrassment.
Baba: The tabij is protecting your mind but now the enemy has increased the strength of its attack. We need to find and nail the enemy at earliest. But I do not want to take any risk for your exams.
I nodded and listened carefully. As he continued.
Baba: I have specially created another 'tabij' for you that will protect you till the exam. But before that, let me introduce to them (he was pointing a finger to the lady and the man sitting in the hall)
I turned back to and looked at them with a plastic smile greeting them.
Baba: he is Mr Singh, a farmer from Bihar and this is neeta his daughter in law (DIL).
I could see that the man was old and seemed wealthy. His DIL seemed my age. Now I could see her better as her ghunghat was slided up. She was definitely a good looking girl and I wondered what was she doing here with her father in law and where was her husband.
Baba: He is my old disciple and he is here because neeta is having similar problems as yours. Some one has done some blackmagic on her. Mr singh himself practices these type of arts, obviously learned from me.
Mr singh was looking at me. Smiling. But I felt his looks very pervert and lusty. But Baba had great regards for him. So reacting to anything was out of question. I stood dumb.
Baba: So before giving neeta the tabij, I thought I will show a practical example to Mr singh. And I am sure, you would comply.
The last words were too pointed and orderly. My throat went dry. I turned around facing guruji to avoid the eyes of Mr singh. They were too penetrating and making me awkward.
Baba had moved away from me standing at an arms length.
Baba: I am sure you are observing all the rules I told u about tabij, right?
I looked up at him, in his eyes and then immediately looked down. Later on I understood that men considered such behavior as a sign of complete submission.
My breath was heavy. Baba's hand came close and slowly pulled off my pallu. Giving out a nice view of my braless cleavage.
Baba: can I see the tabij now Sujata?
The tabij threads were clearly visible on my fair neck. I took up my trembling hands and was going to hold the strings to pull out the tabij and then I heard baba almost scream at me.
Baba: You fool, didnt I tell you never to touch it with hands, without my permission?
I was so scared that I couldnt utter a single word. I tough I have done something gravely wrong. guruji was really angry and that made him look very fierce.
I was too scared and was almost shivering. He had my pallu in his hands. He continued, now in normal but controlling voice.
Baba: So, will you now show me the tabij? In proper manner?
My shivering hands went up to undo the knot. Guruji was standing very close and I felt he wanted to undo my saree also. He was trying to pull it little by little and I was too scared and had too many things to attend to. I could feel eyes of Mr sing all over my body at my back.
It was a task to undo the knot with my trembling hands. Guruji's constant pull got my saree messedup at my waist. It was half out half in the petticoat.
The knot was undone but the blouse was still holding on my bare 32c breasts. Also the bottom hook at the back did not let it open wide. Guruji now dropped my pallu to ground and took his hands at my back. I was just standing there as a dumb doll letting him unhook my blouse from back.
I let out a gasp.
Baba: remove it sujata
he was very gentle in uttering those words. It was not louder than a whisper. But some how I felt that the whole room knew what he said. I could almost feel the lust smiling face of Mr sing.
The only saving grace was that I wasnt facing him. So he was able to see my fair back, way down till my petticoat. I started to remove my blouse. I planned to let the blouse slip on my arms and immediately cover myself with hands. But the tight short sleeves made it difficult and embarrassing. The blouse refused to slide and was stuck in my sides.
I had to loosen my hands and then try to pull it off giving Guruji a full view of my jiggling boobs. Every jerk to pull off the blouse made them bounce. I was not aroused at all, but my reddish brown nipples were erect. My aureole of more than rupee coin were clearly visible to guruji as I pulled off my blouse.
I immediately covered myself with hands cupping my breasts, showing the tabij resting on my fair midrif. I was red in shame, but was glad that this was the last step of embarrassment as per my previous experience.
Baba: Good, now show this to Mr singh, let him have a view.
The words were shocking and I so wanted to refuse. But guruji's hands turned me around holding my shoulders and gave a slight push, indicating me to walk. My legs obeyed and I started to walk. Bangles and payal were making melodious sounds as I walked. But all that melody was adding only to my embarrassment, as if I was so dect-up and redy as a bride for this ugly mr singh.
To make it worse, guruji had one foot on my saree on ground, making it come out more and more as I walked. I realized and was going to hold it, but then that would have given away my only protection to by naked boobs. I was too helpless to act against letting my saree go in next 2 steps.
I reached Mr singh's chair, holding both my boobs very hard, trying to hide as much. And he was such a pervert that he was looking into my shame filled eyes.
Mr singh: Can I touch it Guruji?
And before I could protest and object, guruji happyly accepted his request.
In no time his hands were in my midrif, checking the tabij. I was awkward but had no option. I was trying to control myself, my breath and my body from reacting in favour. He played for a while with my tabij, taking every opportunity to touch my boobs from sides.
I was so ashamed that a father in law of a girl of my age was nicely playing with my naked upper half.
Baba: Come here sujata
Thosewords brought so much of relief to me, I was getting away from this lecher. I immediately turned and then walked towards guruji, this time just I petticoat as my saree was already off.
Baba was now sitting on his char, and I stood right in front of him with hands closely covering every inch of my exposed boobs.
Baba: let me give you another tabij as I said.
I was happy knowing that this is the end of today's ordeal. So I nodded in affirmation.
Baba: But this tabij is to be worn on ur waist. This will protect you from any physical or sexual blackmagic.
Before I could digest the shock of those words, guruji's hands were on my petticoat knot. And in one swift pull, the knot was off. For one quick second, I tried to hold my petticoat from falling, but then realized that its better to cover my naked boobs as I atleast have panty down to cover.
Baba: Now I will tie it to your waist Sujata, but before that I am going to get this thing off. And again as a rule, you will not ware any inner wears when you are wearing this tabij. Only exception being your periods.
I looked at guruji, for the first time in his eyes. My mouth was unable to speak, but my eyes were begging him not to take the last cloth off me. He looked in my eyes and tel his hands on my waist. My eyes begged more but his face responded in a naughty smile and I could feel my panty starting to roll down on my thighs.
I gasped and let out a moan, my eyes gave up bagging and preferred not to see anything. Within no time I was stark naked in front of Guruji and giving full view of my bare shapely ass to Mr singh.
Baba was smiling happyly rolling his eyes all over my naked body. He took all the time in the world to tie the tabij on my waist. Then he gently touched my almost bald pussy and tried to insert his middle finger.
I was so tight that the finger also hurt me there. I moaned in pain trying to move away from guruji.
Baba: neeta beti, take sujata inside
Neeta immediately took me by arm. I walked with her and entered a nearby room. She whispered in my ears
neeta: Sujata, baba tumhe abhi chodne wale hai. Take my advice, dont resist. If you resist you it will be more painful.
I had nothing to say. Not even tears in my eyes. Things were happening too fast for me to react.
Neeta: Let his play with your body and let youself loose.
She took a small bottle of something and suddenly poured it on my pussy and gently tried to insert it in with her finger.
Neeta: Sujata, kunwari ho? Guruji is too big, suck him well with saliva if u dont want to be torn off. I can see you are not at all wet. This oil will give some relief, but only very little.
I could hear some laughs and giggles in the outside room and when neeta was done I heard the door open.
Neeta immediately made me bend on the bed with legs standing on the ground. My hair were open and covering my back. My palms were resting on the ned supporting my bent position. She immediately went out as I heard some one come in.
I had no audacity to turn back and see so the lucky man was. I just stood and waisted.
The wait was not long at all. I felt a push with feet asking me to open my legs, wide. I had neeta's advice to co operate. My legs spread open wide.
His hands touched my pussy from back. It was wet with oil. He was pleased with the tighness. I saw a towel fall off on the bed and next moment I knew what it was covering. I felt a hot rod pressing against my ass.
It was guruji for sure. I could make out with the peculiar odor of his body. He bent over me, cupping my boobs firmly.
Baba: Sujata, today I am going to bless you by making you a woman. I am sure you are ready for this.
Again his hand touched my pussy. A shick went through my body. I moaned it was nither in pain nor in pleasure. Just holding the bedsheet with full strength.
Baba: Usually I do it in missionary style with virgins, but today, I can do it like this also. He rubbed his fingers on the oil wet pussy. I realized that he was mistaking the oil for my wetness. He pressed my boobs again and again.
My god, I wanted to stop him and tell him that this is just some oil, not my juice. But, there was no time and I was not so bold as well.
He positioned himself and my palm curled the bedsheet tight. Preparing for the pain. He gripped my boobs hard and then tried to insert his massive tool.
I was now in pain and I moaned aloud. He did not bother and he continued to insert. I could feel his flesh (without condom) making me scared. It seemed that a giant ball (cock head) was forcefully pushed inside my tiny hole.
The pain was unbearable and I stood up trying to bring my legs togather. My efforts made it more painful. I almost was in tears with the severe pain.
I: no no guruji, please. Let me go. I am not yet prepared.
But none of words were heard. Infact it was not more like mumbling than talking. I was too much in pain as I stood with the big ball inside me.
He gently took his shaft out and turned me to his side. Now I stood facing him. My eyes opened as he bit my nipple. He was looking like a giant monster nibbling on my erect nipples. I was mentally unwilling, but my body was responding to his actions now.
His one hand went down and again got wet in oil. I shuddered when he again tried to insert his finger. My hand automatically rested on his hairy shoulders. My legs spread open accommodating his hand cupping my pussy.
He pushed me back on the bed. My legs were still down, face up looking at the roof. He spread my legs wide. And I could see his monster tool approaching me. I closed my eyes.
I had heard of the pain in first time. And now there I was. With legs spread wide open for this ugly beast to enjoy my virginity.
I shifted inside the bed, keeping my legs wide open. My bangles and payal were making arousing sounds. The black thread around my waist was giving an attractive contrast look on my fair skin. I was soon going to be a woman. Willing or unwilling was of no significance now. I was thinking of the bride in the morning, when I went for the wedding. And here I was, forced to celebrate my suhag raat with Guruji, a respectful and authoritative man. Cant call this as bang, but not love making also. This was a typical submission.
The chain of thoughts was broken my his rugged hands mauling my tender breasts. I moaned in mixed pain and pleasure. But the moan was followed by a loud scream as he again pushed his thick head inside my tiny hole.
There was no concern on his face. In fact he seemed to be enjoying the pain. My pain was giving him the assurance of my freshness. He pushed himself more inside. It was too painful. I closed my eyes tightly and gripped the bedsheet tightly. He continued his advances biting my lips on occasion. His chest was pressing my lovely boobs.
He suddenly stopped, and looked at me. I was too mush in pain to open my eyes fully. But I could hear him whisper: “ I have reached your hymen. Now soon I am going to break the seal.”
His words, in that situation, sounded both embarrassing and arousing. I widened my legs to make it easier. But there was no easy way. He was too big for my widest spread legs also.
I wanted him to kiss me so that my moan wont go outseide. Though they knew my fate, it was embarrassing to remind them again that I am being fucked inside the room.
But I was not so lucky. He pinned down both my hands on sides and looked at my face.
Baba: open your eyes sujata,
The pain was a lot and I was preparing myself for the worst. I opened my eyes in response to that humiliating order.
With my pinned hands, he jerked himself inside me aaaahhhh.......I screamed the loudest ever in my life. A severe pain went up through my spine till brains. I was numb for a while. My tightly closed eyes gave out some tears. My head wriggled and body stretched but it was of no use to defend myself against the heavy beast of his size.
He immediately withdrew himself . Immediately I closed my legs, assembled myself and turned sideways curling my body in pain . He took out a white cloth under the pillow and cleaned his blood stained cock on that cloth. He came close to me and whispered in my ears.
Baba: This is the most sacred blood. And this was needed for Neeta's treatment. You have paid your gurudakshina sujata.
His hand went on my newly inaugurated pussy and then he wiped out the blood with the white cloth. It felt weired to be cleaned in that fashion. He slightly inserted the cloth. I was in a very different mind state. I was just bangd but not 'bangd'.
My legs opened letting him clean the blood. He kept the cloth properly and then pulled my legs out, hanging down the bed. I was not ready to be taken again, but he was in command and I had no say in that.
He brutally rammed himself inside me. It was tight but easier for him now. He was ruthless and fast. Every time my cunt gripped his thick cock I was in pain. He kept ramming like a machine. And slowly my body got loose and started to respond in rhythm. The rhythm was supported by my payal and bangles. Every stroke inside my pussy was registered.
He was playing freely with my body, my boos. It all seemed his property for that while. I had completely surrendered to him physically and now mentally also. He was my first man and I had accepted that by now in my young mind. The oil in my pussy was now slowly replaced by my own juices.
I was enjoying and my moans were a proof of that. I suddenly felt a strong jerk as he arched his body, again pinning my wrists to the bed. His face looked in strange pleasure. I was unable to understand what is happening and then all off a suddenly I could feel the hot lava spring inside my glory hole. It was not in one stroke, but several rapid strokes. It again pained as he almost thrust himself deep inside me. I felt as if he was trying to break my vaginal wall and come out from the other side.
I remained with legs wide spread and letting the lava be sprinkled to every corner of my inside. He was still stroking but I felt very strange when the tool inside me started to shrink. It was little ticklish some time.
He got off me. Gave a pleasing look to my naked body that he just exploited. He had a victorious look on his face. And to my surprise, I blushed red hiding my face, the tears were not dry though.
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