Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Shaitan ki Pujaran Part 1

(Introduction: XGirl is 25 years Old Archaeologist, graduate from Haward University USA. She has a fair Color, Beautiful Sexy Body 36- 27-38 ..... She is Visiting India, Her Native Country for A very important Archaeological Research.)

Entering the cave was dangerous alone, but XGirl felt drawn strangely into the darkness. When she had stumbled onto the hidden mouth of it yesterday, she had peeked in, but decided to check the maps to see if there was any mention of it. When she couldn't find any, she read over the stone tablet in Sanskrit that the anthropological expedition she was with had followed deep into this jungle. There was a discussion of a "Cave of Desire." It sounded like an old spot for lovers' trysts. She should have told Vinod, but felt she had a right to be the first to explore her own discovery. He would never have let her go in alone.

He was a big time Professor, well known in his field, and able to attract funding for these kinds of programs. She had been flattered to be asked to come, being a first year post-doc. It had sounded exotic to pursue the directions in the newly discovered tablet that hinted of an ancient tribe of peaceful Indians. It had turned out to be a little dull, mostly long days wandering around in pairs, trying to find more relics. Vinod hadn't paid the slightest bit of attention to her.

It wasn't a surprise. XGirl Verma had never tried to be glamorous. She had loved studying ancient civilizations, dead worlds, all her life, and cultivated a serious, stern image appropriate to academic life. She kept her long black hair in a bun, used no makeup to enhance her regular features, and dressed carefully to play down her voluptuous body. A few men noticed her because of the big tits and long legs, but she had always been shy. Books and ancient maps were far better company. She had lost her cherry in freshman year, and had never pursued the man who had taken her to that dull fraternity party. Since then, she avoided all but the most insistent suitors, and turned them off quickly with her conservatism.

Even as the world around her reverberated with sex, with the constant tension between male and female, she guarded herself. Lost in her work, and fearful of embarassment at the hands of arrogant men, she became a prudish, matronly person. At twenty five, she sternly avoided any temptations of a sensual nature, preserving a sense of honor and integrity. Lately she had vaguely remembered dreams of sexual acts, not only with Vinod, but even women. The temptation to masturbate was getting strong, though she resisted it firmly.

But she had wished Vinod would pay attention to her. He had been on her thesis committee, and had complimented her mastery of ancient Sanskrit, and the cogency of her gaanDysis of old Indian civilizations. She admired his mind, and was thrilled to work with him after she received her degree. He was a bachelor, and had a reputation for becoming intimate with students and associates alike. Yet he never even seemed to see her as a woman.

Even on this expedition, he relied on her ability to decipher the language, but was after the exotic, dark skinned Chandra, the guide the local University had assigned to assist them. So she felt comfortable being a little selfish with her discovery of this potentially important cavern. As she stepped through the opening, letting the bushes which hid it so well spring back in place, she felt a thrill of discovery. It was her first experience with field work.

She flicked on the heavy flashlight, and shone it around. Instead of the large space she had anticipated, it was actually a long tunnel seeming to go straight into the mountain. She examined the walls carefully, and saw a few signs of very old torches, carved into the stone. There were even some pieces of wood that looked as though they had once been burning. Her heart sank, for the implication was that the cave was relatively recent. But it sure looked old.

Then a residual impression flashed through her mind, and she turned off the light. Had she seen something? As her eyes slowly readjusted to the dark, it seemed to her there was a glow far down the tunnel. It was very dim, but yes, it was there. Again, she felt disappointment. If it was being used, this was unlikely to be an undiscovered artifact. And there might be danger. But there was no noise, and the same musty odor which she remembered from the special visit they had made to a two thousand year old temple near New Delhi. It was strange, but she felt tingling in her stomach, and started down the tunnel toward the glow.

The beam of the flashlight reflected eerily from the craggy surfaces of the walls as she walked slowly down the rough stone. It did seem to be descending, but was still warm. If anything, it was getting warmer, and she felt herself starting to sweat. She opened her blouse, letting air into her chest. It felt good. Echoes of her steps sounded hollowly. She felt her hair getting moist, and pulled the bobby pins out, letting it fall past her shoulders. That let some circulation to her scalp.

After a hundred yards or so, she stopped and turned off the flashlight again. The glow was more obvious now. Squinting, it seemed to XGirl that the tunnel turned down there, and the light was coming from the side, illuminating only the very end of this rocky entryway. But it was still very dim. She listened carefully, and heard nothing. It was a mystery, and she felt her excitement grow.

She turned the light back on, and hurried a little. Anticipation was welling up, a sense of something about to happen. She was anxious to find whatever it was. Later, she would remember this moment as the start of her seduction.

After another hundred yards, she no longer needed the light. The soft glow from the end was enough, and the artificial beam seemed out of place. Her face was flushed, and she had a sense of abandoning herself to this exploration, to the consequences. A funny feeling was forming in the pit of her stomach. It seemed almost sexual. As the glow got nearer, she looked down at her tits swelling out of her white bra, and the push of her pubic mound against the tan pants. She felt suddenly aware of her organs, and felt a tiny bit of moisture in her Choot. It didn't seem at all strange, just a part of her journey.

As she got to the turn in the tunnel, she didn't peer cautiously around, instead stepping decisively into the soft golden illumination. It was still weak, and the source seemed to be from the walls of the large space she had entered. And now, suddenly and inexplicably, there was the sound of a drum, in a heavy, slow beat, from far away.

To her left, a large crystalinne mirror reflected the walls of the cavernous room. Natural shelves held statuettes, glowing in several colors. They were erotic, nude women, organs exaggerated in the style of Indian statuary she had seen. Just in front of the mirror was a strangely shaped altar, in the shape of a Y, the open end facing into the crystal. It all looked very old. The reds, greens, and golds of the figures cast vivid tones of different colors on the walls, and the effect was sensual and exotic. The floor was level, and very smooth. It was even warmer.

She took several steps into the room, until she stood in front of the mirror. Her clothes felt uncomfortable. There was a buzz in her head, something like the floating she remembered from her one experiment with marijuana. She looked up at her reflection in the crystal, which was a little wavy from imperfections. The drumbeat was pulsing in her mind.

Her reflection was her familiar image, frizzed hair falling over her shoulders, the white bra revealed by the gaping of her unbuttoned blouse. But as she watched, it began to change, very slowly, in little bits that seemed to be timed with the rhythm of the coursing drum. Her hair appeared to smooth out, acquiring a luster and wave that was very attractive and erotic. Very Indian. Then, her face's image began to look like she had on makeup, deepening her eyes, widening and darkening her mouth. The effect was sensual.

Now, gracefully and gently, her blouse slipped away, seeming to free itself from the waist of her pants easily and smoothly. She felt the material sliding off her skin as she saw it happening in the mirror. Her mind was in turmoil, but she had no volition. She felt the bra unclasped in the back, and her breasts suddenly felt the fetid air. Her nipples were stiff. In the mirror, the rounded globes appeared larger and fuller, pushing out from her chest impudently. She realized how good her nakedness felt, as though it was natural to be nude here. She saw her reflection cup her boobs, squeezing and pinching, and realized it was her own hands caressing her flesh.

She arched toward the sexy reflection. She pushed her titties up, displaying them, feeling pride in their fullness. Her mind seemed to be two parts, one shocked at her boldness, and the other wanton and excited. Her hands drifted down to the pants' belt, and unhooked it, then opened the button at the waist. The garment drifted down slowly, without her touching it. Her waist high white panties appeared, then her long,slim legs. She just stood and watched the drift downwards in the mirror, even seeing the spot of dampness in her crotch. The tan material ended up in a clump at her feet.

As she stepped out of the pants, she realized her shoes were gone too. She stood before the mirror with only the panties on, the drum seeming louder, her blood boiling with tension. The part of her mind that was shocked was shrinking, while the stimulating fog dominated her more and more. She had the feeling of being part of an ancient rite, feeling drawn to its power, excited by its promise of, what? Pleasure, sexual pleasure. How could that be? She had never even had an orgasm.

She was fascinated by her image in the mirror. Reaching up, she could feel that her hair was indeed smoother, a little wavy, framing her now beautiful, exotic face. She stared at the reflection of her titties, capped with red nipples, looking so erotic. Her firm tummy was moving with her heavy breathing, and her legs seemed longer, sexier. The white panties were a contrast to the sensual appearance she saw, and she hooked her thumbs into the waistband.

She pushed this last remaining covering down, feeling a strange sense of triumph at her full nudity. As the elastic moved over her Choot, the coal black pubic hair made a striking contrast to her pale skin. She watched her reflection as she leaned over to let her legs lift out of the garment, seeing her breasts hanging and swaying. Mmmmm, nice, she thought. What man could resist me? Or what woman?

It all felt perfectly natural, except to that small, shrinking part of her mind protesting her daring. As she straightened, she raised her hands to a model's posing position behind her head, and turned in a knee as she had seen in lingerie catalogues. XGirl Verma was a new person, radiant with her newfound confidence. Her genital's black triangle was pouty and full, and she rotated to get a better look. From the side, it seemed even more prominent, and she pushed her hips out to increase its effect. Thrills at this image filled her.

Her hands began moving over her body, from her face to her tits and downwards to her abdomen, then finally into her Choot. A finger found the little button she had always known was there, but avoided. Now she twitched at it, watching her reflection become slightly slack jawed in passion. It felt so good, she wondered vaguely why she had never done this before. She felt awakened and alive.

She began to twist her body sinuously to the beat of the drum which seemed more insistent, while her finger kept kneading her clitoris. She could feel the wetness in her Chootal tunnel, and felt a bloom of dampness under her arms, on her face. The voluptuous woman in the mirror seemed to be someone else, a Randi, a Chuddo. She reveled in her licentiousness, pushing harder at the stiffening button at the top of her Choot. She began to feel need, need for a lunD to fill her, to stimulate her, to complete her. To give her pleasure and release. She continued her writhing dance to the drumbeat, thinking this really was a "Cave of Desire", and how fortunate she was.

The mirror began to cloud, and her image was gone. Suddenly, there was a man. And what a magnificent man, she marveled. His skin was dark, and his features vaguely Indian and strong, like a hawk. XGirl had a sense that he was large, and his hairless body was powerfully muscled. Wide shoulders, narrowing to slim hips, strong legs, and the largest, most imposing lunD she could imagine. It's length and thickness made her gasp, and again speed her diddling fingers in her now foaming Choot.

Her mind soared with happiness to be here with him, naked with him, free to give herself to him. Wanting him to use her as he wished. As he stepped to the floor of the cavern, emerging from the mirror, he smiled with a cruel, savage look of conquest. She heard herself groaning with the tension and want radiating through her. She heard a voice in her mind, speaking in Sanskrit. She had to adjust quickly to understand the rarely spoken language, but found it surprisingly easy.

"I am Arkanhapot. Main Wasana Ka Maha Pujari hoon or Tum abb meri ho , tum ko Wasna ki pujaran banana hai or yeh main Tum ko banaoo ga ,,, aao aab tum mere ho ." XGirl smiled and stretched her body to his avid gaze, raising her arms up and out, spreading her legs, and arching toward him. The mirror was clear again, and she could see the beautiful maiden offering her body to its master. Heat and want suffused her. She answered "ummm haann ummm"

He walked slowly around the altar toward her, as she shivered with anticipation, waiting. He had an aura that warmed and tingled her groin, and it got stronger as he approached. He reached her, and she closed her eyes, waiting for his commands, wanting his touch. She felt hands softly on her face, caressing gently, then beginning to move downwards, over her shoulders and then to her breasts. Fingers squeezed her nipples, then cupped her firm globes of titflesh, and the pressure sent waves of excitement into her body. She pushed to his touch. "oh ufff ummss."

The hands drifted lower, to her bellybutton, her abdomen, and slowly into her hairy bush. The dark mgaanD arched to his contact of its own accord, as she reveled in her ability to attract him. His firm fingers probed into her choot Lips, and found her clitty. She cried out at the first pulsating stimulation. Her need seemed unbearably strong.

One hand moved into the wet, swampy mess of her Choot, while the other went around her hip to her butt cheek, and moved into the large crack to her gaanDhole. She opened her eyes, and found his staring greedily at her. She matched his evil smile. "uf arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohh maaaaaaaa maaaaaaaaaaa,,,esssss."

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