Sex with swamini

My spiritual talks and meditation camps took me to various parts of Tamilnadu. One particular program was in Salem town. After the day’s program the organizers drove me to an ashram about 35 kilometers away from Salem on the road to Coimbatore. The ashram in about half an acre was set in sylvan surroundings with hills on one side, a gurgling rivulet nearby, plenty of greenery and quaint cottage type dwelling units for a handful of inmates. The head of the ashram was a swamini aged about 32 with striking good looks. She was tall, dark, had large breasts, full lips, sharp nose, and jet black straight hair coming right down to her waist and piercing black eyes. She looked like Manju Bhargavi of sankarabharanam fame. She never did her hair; it always hung loose and bounced with every move of her body or head. She was dressed in bright red saree and yellow blouse. She never wore a bra and with every moment of her hand one could see her breasts through her yellow blouse. Everyone addressed her ‘amma’ and she addressed all “kuzhandai” (child). Her forehead was adorned with a large vermillion mark; she wore a sparkling diamond nose stud, gold bangles, dangling ear rings, a long gold chain and a necklace. She looked liked a Goddess that we see in the pictures.When we reached the ashram it was a little beyond 6 and darkness was falling. The prayer hall alone was well lit; the rest of the ashram did not have much light. A divinization session was on and ‘amma’ was in a trance giving solutions, foretelling, healing and blessing. The session got over soon and all the devotees surrounded her touching her feet, giving her gifts in cash and gold, she blessed everyone with a smile and a hand held up in blessing and gave each one a fruit, flower, sugar candy, dates, raisins as ‘Prasad’. The chosen ones were asked to wait for a conversation in the anteroom.I was introduced to ‘amma’, she looked at me head to foot and smiled and beckoned me to come closer. I brought my hands together in a ‘Namaste’ pose and bowed before her. She held my hands in her hand and before I could say a word, she whispered in tamil, the only language she know other than Telugu, “don’t call me ‘amma’!€ “i had a vision that you would come for me!€ She pointed to a place near her where I should sit.

By and by she dismissed all the visitors. She got up and indicated that I should follow her. Her support staff looked at me in awe and ushered me to her dwelling unit. The visitors who come along with me were told, I gathered later, that I will be invited to stay back in the ashram for the night and could return only after HH Amma let me go.It was a short walk to her dwelling unit, by this time darkness had fallen fully. It was few steps up to her cottage; there was foyer where I was asked to sit while she went into the inner room. Her maid asked me to remain seated till ‘amma’ called me and left the cottage shutting the door behind her.A little while later I heard the door opening and ‘amma’ was standing at the doorway smiling at me. Her hair was still loose but she taken off all her jewelry except for the nose stud, ear rings and a bangle in each of her arm.“won’t you come in, My Lord!€ she said.I was stunned and walked into her room as though in a trance. The room had a very low watt bulb and was dark. She seated me on a seat laden with tiger skin and silk; she sat on the floor below my feet, looked at me and said, “so you have come for me My Lord?€She held my hand and kissed it and put her head on my lap. I gently touched her shoulders and before I could utter a word she came up and sat on the seat with me and hugged me. She smelled exotic of fresh jasmine and camphor and I couldn’t resist hugging her back. We brought our faces together, she smiled again and my lips sought and found hers. She opened her mouth to my kiss and sucked my lips and tongue alternatively, “i am here to make you happy, My Lord” she said.

And I am here to make YOU happy, O Goddess,” I whispered into her ears.She hugged me even tighter and I fondled her breasts through her blouse. She didn’t have a bra on and as I unbuttoned her blouse her large breasts burst out of the confines as though seeking much sought after freedom. I kneaded them, fondled them and took her hard nipples in my mouth and played my tongue on it.“my Lord, you are truly the master of erotica, I am sure I will reach moksha in union with you” she hissed.She tugged at my shirt, which I removed, my vest and then took down my trousers, she pulled down my underwear. She looked at my swollen and turgid cock in fascination and said, “this is my moksha linga”She was kinky but how did it matter as long as I got a good fuck, I thought.It was my turn to undress her. She stood up and asked me to pull her saree. She spun around a couple of times till the saree came off. I pulled the string of her inner skirt and it fell loose. I noticed that she didn’t wear panties either. She slipped her blouse off her shoulders and stood before me in pristine nakedness. The dim light threw long shadows in the room and it was an exotic set up.We retired to a couch and started kissing first. Slowly I kissed her all over. I sucked on her lips, tongue, mouth, breasts, and her flat stomach and licked around her navel. She smelt of a mixture of turmeric, sandalwood and jasmine. I buried my face in her vagina. She was wet down there and smelt of incense. I had no hesitation in licking her wet pussy, she squealed aloud in delight. She grabbed my hair and pushed my face deep into her groin and her juices were all over my mouth and face. She was breathing heavily and her breasts were heaving up and down. She looked at me and smiled again. She wiped my face and mouth with her saree and kissed me lovingly again.I stiffened at a sound outside. Only raipur girls can chat my orkut id mos0411@yahoo.co.in my yahoo id mos0411 24×7 online in yahoo and gtalk