Loving WivesTrisha's Quest Ch. 2 Chapter 2: The Deep End The Bend in the Road
"Mother, what the fuck have you been doing with Partho?", screamed Aruna's voice through the phone. Trisha had expected this ever since she and her son-in-law had had the most ecstatic of all sexual experiences last week. After coming down from cloud Nine, both Partho and Trisha had realised that such an experience could never be the last, but the point was how to break it to Aruna? They could have kept the affair a secret but that would have been cheap and trite and both of them loved Aruna too much to "cheat" on that wonderful girl.
Finally, Partho had decided that enough was enough. He would tell all and take the consequences on his chin. So that Saturday, at the breakfast table, he told Aruna that he had fucked her mother, Trisha, in the classical Shiva-Shakti style. Aruna was first incredulous, then deeply hurt, then livid [ that was when she was screaming on the phone ], then understood Trisha point of view and finally became immensely inquisitive and supportive of the entire relationship. Partho was relieved. That was one monkey off his back ...
But Aruna had other ideas, "Can I participate in your quest .. in your search?"
"You can certainly participate in our quest, but remember Aruna, both me and your mother are novices in this deep game. I am not sure whether we would lead you anywhere ...."
"Well .... If nothing else we will have the joy of fucking each other .... Nothing can take that away from us"
"Let us get together tomorrow and chart a way forward ... "
"Shall I call my mother and ask her to come over tomorrow?"
"That would be wonderful ... "
So that was why Trisha rang the doorbell of Aruna's flat on that bright October Sunday afternoon. Aruna opened the door and gasped!! Trisha was positively radiant. She was wearing a bright orange saree, tied as usual deep below her navel. Her black hair, streaked with gray cascaded down her shoulders ... but what really stood out was the way her face glowed .. Trisha had been very fair, in her youth but of late age had taken its toll and her complexion had somewhat dulled ... but today she was radiant. Her cheeks were flushed ... was it a touch of rouge or what is sheer excitement that had coloured her high cheekbones? Aruna was amazed.
"Mother .... What a change ... had I not known better, I would have mistaken you for one of the models that walk the ramp. What has happened?"
"Aruna, my dear, the body is a reflection of the mind ..... just as Tara had rekindled your father, Partho has put the zing into my life ....", she pushed into the room and sat down on the sofa.
"and a squirt of cum into your cunt" ... finished Partho ," come on in ma'am and make yourself comfortable"
"Partho!!!... is there nothing that you cannot utter .... Must you make everything so explicit"
"Great men have simple ways of saying profound truths ...." Partho had the knack of always having the last word.
Aruna's cook had put together a pretty neat spread. A light, but elegant fried rice, garnished with saffron, dried grapes and cashewnuts, a spicy curry of tender lamb rounded off with a thin cream and custard dessert -- interesting enough to stop all but the most desultory conversation but not too heavy to staunch the flow of ideas that would. Partho brought out the cognac as the others made themselves comfortable with the cushions that were scattered on the carpet.
Aruna was the first to pour out a peg and passed it around." You two must tell me all about this Shiva Shakti stuff ... I am dying to know all about it".
"This will take some time, do you have the patience .."
"We have the whole afternoon, Partho, go ahead"
"You see, in the Hindu world view, the boundary between the Creator and his creation is blurred. The 'Creator', and I use that particular word because I don't have a better one, is what is knows as the Absolute Bliss, without form, without shape, without attributes, beyond perception. This is the Sat-Chit-Anand : the convergence of Truth, Consciousness and Ecstasy. The 'Creation', the world of sensory perceptions that we see around us, is an illusion, Maya, caused by the differentiation of the primal consciousness into Shiva and Shakti. Shiva alone is inert and "dead". When Shakti plays with Shiva he comes alive as the illusion of the sensory world. The human intellect associates Shiva and Shakti with the male and the female principles. When Maya crumbles down --- when Shakti merges into Shiva , we have the 'Creation' merging with the 'Creator' and the realisation that they are the one and the same. Note, I use the term realises, not understands."
"This is too complex, Partho, if I cannot understand, how will I ever .... grasp,.. or realise this phenomena of the crumbling maya"
"It is not easy Aruna, which is why, there are very few who have had this realisation ... and for those who have -- like Krishna, Jesus or Mohammed -- the experience is so ecstatic that they are left with no other desires"
"But how can it be that I do not understand something, ... it may take time, but in the end I must be able to understand it"
"Can you understand the beauty of a sunset? No ... you just experience it. Did you really understand the sexual orgasm when I was fucking you last night? No you just experienced it ...and was not that bliss? at least you were screaming so ...."
"Are you equating the orgasm to the realisation of Nirvana?"
"Not equating, but drawing a close parallel ....it is an analogy, an approximation, like the print of an original Van Gogh painting, but I am not sure of the quality of the print"
"Other than the obvious analogy of an actual union, I don't really see the connection between the realisation of the unity and the sexual act"
"There are similarities ... but since none of us here have had the realisation, it is very difficult for us to relate this process to something that we know from the world of sensory perception that we are familiar with"
"But you still insist that it is similar to a sexual orgasm? Why"
"It is my belief, you are free to agree to it or junk it, but I feel it in my bones, I know that I am right and I can give you certain hints that just might convince you"
"Like what"
"Ok, follow this carefully. You cannot force a realisation upon yourself. You may read all the books and chant all the mantras but you cannot WILL yourself to have this realisation. You can create certain conditions and then it may or may not happen to .. you really have no control on that"
"That is impossible, as an intelligent and healthy person I can do exactly what I want ... at least in principle ... I know that I cannot fly an aircraft ... but if I learn to do so, I would"
Partho smiled. "No Aruna there are things that cannot be 'done' or understood, you have to realise or perhaps experience them ... but please pass around the cognac .. I could do with another shot"
"And then maybe you can demonstrate this realisation, to Aruna?", smiled Trisha.
The late afternoon sun was streaming in through the drapes of the western window. Trisha picked up her crystal, walked across and pulled the drapes, and took a sip. Aruna was by now on her third peg and she was picking up a pleasant buzz. "Aha, so you want to fuck my mother now? very smart ...."
"That was very naughty of you kid ...," she heard Trisha say," and for that I will give you a little punishment .... Will you do what I say?"
Trisha's face was in the shade and Aruna could barely make out her silhouette, but she nodded her head in agreement.
"Aruna, I want you to have an orgasm, right now, where you are, on the carpet"
"But mother, what do you mean by having an orgasm .... Just like that"
"You know exactly what an organism is, don't you? I know that you had two or three last night when Partho was fucking you .... So I want you to have one more now ... I want to see and feel the juices dripping out of your cunt ... cant you do that? ... I am sure you can"
"But mother .. I can't, you are a woman, you know you just can't make your cunt wet just like that, it is not like peeing or licking your lips"
"Perhaps, Partho can help ...."
Partho walked over, lifted Aruna up from the carpet, turned her around to face Trisha ... and gave a little kiss on her neck ...
"Would you please loosen her hair, Partho ....", her soft tresses cascaded down to the middle of her back.
"Kiss her Partho, on her cheeks, and slide you hands into her blouse .... Do you feel her nipples? Are they hard as yet?"
"Nibble her ear, Partho ... now do you feel them hardening?". Partho looked up smiled and nodded.
"Now loosen her sari, Partho, gently, gently and let it drop down on the floor"
Partho gently dragged Aruna away from the sari that she had just shed.
"Now squeeze her tits Partho, and tease her nipples ...."
Aruna's eyes were almost closed, was it the cognac? or .... She gave a low moan of pleasure.
"Now take off her blouse, Partho, and give a little lick on her ear".
Aruna's milk white tits spilled out, the nipples were big, red and distended. Partho fingers were circling the rough patch around the nipples and his lips were teasing her ear. A little shiver passed through Aruna's body, her head jerked back. Partho's hands were going all over Aruna's belly, past her belly button, and disappeared into her petticoat.
"Partho, you can pull out the drawstrings now ..." the petticoat collapsed, revealing a mass of pubic hair, not too bushy, not too recently trimmed either.
Partho's hands were feeling the bush, then grabbed her mound and gave it a gentle squeeze. Another moan, louder and longer escaped Aruna's lips. Partho, fingers were now probing and prodding into Aruna's cunt lips, each thrust, each wriggle was reciprocated with either a moan or shiver from Aruna .... Her breathing became faster. Partho's fingers had by now found her sweet spot and Aruna gave a gasp. Partho finger moved faster and faster. Aruna was now writhing uncontrollably, her cunt moist with her juices that were pouring out. Partho had now found the rhythm ...with one hand on her nipple and the other in her cunt, he was almost conducting a sexual opera ...that was driving Aruna crazy. The girl was now bucking and heaving in his arms, gasping for breath and screaming something unintelligible ... and then it happened ...
Suddenly Aruna's body arched backward, tight and taut, she gave a long low squeal of pleasure, a shiver passed through her body, her legs gave away under her and would have collapsed to the floor had she not been in safe and strong hands.
Partho lowered her to the carpet and gave her a sip of the cognac.
"That was the orgasm that you were unable to have", said Trisha," until Partho created the right environment and prepared your mind and body to realise it. Nirvana is something like that ... you cannot 'will' it to happen, you can only experience it".
After the dramatic demonstration of the "realisability" of certain psycho-physical processes on Aruna's body, the trio had determined that their quest needed some guidance from someone who was more advanced than they were. While Partho and Trisha had realised certain truths, it was still a case of the blind leading the blind. Trisha had then come to know that in the temple town of Bakreshwar there was a certain practitioner who could lead them further. This sage -- RamBaba, was a total recluse and after repeated attempts on Trisha's part, he had reluctantly agreed to take her a little further. He asked her to come to Bakreshwar on a full moon night. That was where they were now headed.
Bakreshwar is a tiny temple town that gets a lot of tourist buses during the day but is almost deserted at night. Trisha, Aruna and Partho arrived just after noon, parked their car, entered the temple complex and paid their homage to the resident deity. Just behind the main temple was a pool, fed by the warm mineral rich waters of some subterranean spring. But for a few bubbles of helium, the huge pool was calm and placid, reflecting the deep shadow of a huge and ancient banyan tree. Behind the pool and almost invisible in the crowd of aerial roots of the banyan tree was a tiny hut, this was where RamBaba did his penances, away from the maddening crowd. Trisha walked around the pool, and spotted a small knot of sadhus [ holy men], smoking ganja [ marijuana] from a clay pipe.
"Greetings, I have come to meet RamBaba, is he there in that hut."
The sadhu who had the pipe in his hand, simply ignored her, touched the pipe to his forehead, pulled a long, long puff, passed the clay pipe to the next sadhu and closed his eyes. Trisha waited. After what seemed an eternity, he exhaled, opened his eyes and said : "Rambaba is expecting you. But he will meet you later in the evening .... And be prepared to spend the night here".
The sun had just set. The last tourist bus had left and the temple complex was empty. The flame of a single oil lamp was burning in the temple and this was reflected in the huge pool. Trisha, Aruna and Partho were huddled on the edge, waiting for Rambaba's call. The silence was total, though the darkness was not ... the full moon was on the horizon, and its light filtered through the branches. A few stars were pushing their way out through the gathering gloom.
A rustle of footsteps. A figure was coming towards them through the trees. All three of them tensed as the man came and stopped about 20 feet away from them. "Mother", he called out, "would you come with me please"
"May I ask my companions to come with me?"
"Yes, but RamBaba will not meet them ... he will only meet you"
"Let us go", hissed Trisha ... and moved forward with the other two following behind.
As Trisha reached the sadhu, Aruna gave a gasp .. the man was stark naked.
"What will he do to her?" she hissed at Partho.
"Let us follow them and see ..."
The naked sadhu led Trisha through the trees, to the edge of the pool and stopped. Trisha and her escort were in the moonlight, with Aruna and Partho were in the shadows about ten feet away, watching intently. Trisha's face was calm and composed though her heart must have been thumping at the sight in front of her. Staring at her in the moonlight was this tall, gaunt stranger, with wild unkempt hair, matted and trailing over his back. A wide, muscular chest, tapering down to thick matt of pubic hair, from which hung a massive cock and a pair of testicles, as large as tennis balls. The cock was not circumcised and tapered down to a thin point.
"Mother, we have some practices to perform before you can meet Rambaba ... are you ready?"
"Yes" said Trisha in a hushed whisper.
"You will have to take off all your clothes and ornaments .... Baba only will meet you only in your native state"
Silently Trisha took off her saree, blouse, petticoat.
"And your bangles, necklace, rings, hairclip please .... Just leave everything here ... "
Trisha did as she was ordered. Her long hair uncoiled and fell to her waist.
"I would now need to shave off all your hair .....i hope you would not mind.", Trisha silently nodded her assent.
The sadhu sat her down on the steps leading down to the pool and pulled out a razor. It glinted in the moonlight. Partho felt Aruna shivering with fright or excitement and gently pressed her arm. With a fluid, graceful movement, the sadhu started shaving away Trisha's tresses and soon the moon was reflecting off her totally bald pate. Then he gently pushed her to the ground, on to her back, and spread her legs.
"Is he going to fuck her now?"
"No, I think he will only shave her cunt"
Partho was right. Trisha tensed as the sadhu turned his attention to her cunt. Her eyes were closed and her fists were tightly clenched. Never had she ever had her pubis shaved and this was hardly the way one would have wanted to go ahead for the first time. Naked beside a hot spring, legs spread wide and cunt exposed to the starlit sky. A total stranger, stark naked, but for sharp razor in his hand, glinting in the moonlight. A little shiver passed through her body. The sadhu noticed it. "Don't worry, Mother, I will be very, very gentle". The sadhu was almost reading her thoughts.
Partho and Aruna watched as the sadhu very carefully shaved first her cunt and then her armpits. Her head was already bald and when he was finally, done, Trisha was a clean as a marble statue.
"Except for her eyebrows and lashes ..... wonder why did he leave that out"
"The eyes are crucial. Their beauty has to be preserved and enhanced for it is between these two that the third one will appear"
"I will now rub you down with some oil and then you will have a bath. Will you stand up please ...."
The sadhu poured some oil into his palms and started rubbing it over her tits. Trisha kept a straight face ... but her nipples gave her away ...they gradually popped up erect. The sadhu caressed her tits and gently squeezed them. Then he turned her around, to face the moon and started rubbing her back and butts. Partho and Aruna, standing two two feet away in the shade could see her clearly now, eyes tightly shut, tits swinging with each scrub of her back. The sadhu's hands were now massaging her belly, then gradually dipped lower, briefly, very briefly stroked her pubis and then slid down her legs, first one and then the other until her oiled body glistened from the top of her bald head to the tips of her toes.
Massage over, the sadhu bent down picked Trisha up in his arms and slowly waded into the warm water. Suddenly he stumbled, fell forward, groped around with his feet and then regained his balance. Trisha startled by the movement had thrown her arms round the sadhu's neck ... and in this position they took three dips in the warm pool.
The sadhu came out of the pool, still carrying Trisha, dripping with water, in his arms and walked briskly to a small hut. Partho and Aruna hurried along after them and peeped in. The sadhu motioned them to come in and sit down in the corner The room was small and dark and reeked of marijuana. A single oil lamp glowed on the wall and in the centre, they could see a foot long Shiva Lingam -- an upright piece of black stone known as Shiva's penis. The sadhu put Trisha down in front of the lingam and disappeared towards the back of the hut.
"Mother ... are you all right", asked Aruna, but before Trisha could reply the sadhu was back with a clay pipe of marijuana with him. Settling down in front of her, he took a deep puff and offered it to her. Trisha, eyes popped. This was new. She had never smoked and handling the strange pipe was an art that only few had ever mastered. The sadhu realised her predicament and beckoned her to come and sit on his lap.
For the first time, Trisha's voice wavered. "Baba do I have to smoke ....?" She asked.
"Yes Mother", the sadhu replied, "without this you really cannot go very much further"
Obediently, Trisha went up and sat on his lap .. fortunately the sadhu's cock showed no intention of an erection YET.
The sadhu held the pipe and the two of them smoked for the next half and hour ... As she took more and more puffs, Trisha eyes went red and glazed over and she leaned more and more into the sadhus's wide chest. A strange sense of peace descended on her as she surrendered herself completely to the power of the strange sadhu. A bald woman, sitting stark naked on the lap of the equally naked sadhu, leaning back on his chest and staring at the darkness through unfocussed eyes ... the sadhu, with the clay pipe cupped in his hands, was taking huge drags and then pressing it onto Trisha's face. Trisha had by now got the hang of the smoke .... and was puffing as strongly as well, and blowing a cloud of faint blue smoke into the firelight.. Finally the sadhu asked her to take one last drag and stand up. She did so, but just about. She was tottering as he led her to the stone lingam and asked her to gradually squat on it.
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