The holiest man to ever walk in this world, that was how Sage Dhanush was known. All over the small village of Revapur, there was a great elation. The holy sage was visiting their village with his shishya. So the village folk was busy making preparations.
The main street was festooned with balloons and banners, and flowers were laid out for the holy man to walk. No one in that old village was as excited as Nanda. A boy of nineteen, he was already tired of this materialistic world. He wanted to live without worry, like the sage did, in the forest far away from the civilized world.
The sage visited every single house in the village. All of them greeted him with garlands and gifts, and many broke into tears when they saw him. They felt their unhappiness waning and their wounds mending. Such was the power of his presence. It was late in the evening that the sage came to Nanda’s house.
A great throng of people followed him and stood outside their porch. When he saw the sage, Nanda felt immense joy, and he fell prostrate before him. The sage blessed him and bade him stand. Nanda drew himself up and looked upon the sage. Golden was his skin, and long was his beard.
Wisdom radiated about him and opened Nanda’s eyes. “I want to be your disciple, O Holy One,” he said aloud. Murmurs arose behind him from his family. But the sage was silent, ever-smiling. He looked at Nanda and saw that he was barely a man.
“You are too young, my son,” he said, to test his determination.
“But I want to learn. Give me a chance, O wise sage,” he said. And the sage laughed with joy, for he believed that he had found his fourth disciple.
“Then come with me, my son. From this day onwards, I am your guru.”
When Nanda’s family heard the sage’s words, they were shocked. It has been years since the sage took a disciple. Nanda’s father ran to the porch and declared the good news to everyone. His mother was happy for him, but she cried, knowing that she would soon have to part with him.
Nanda said his goodbyes and left the next morning. They went to the ashram on the bullock cart, which was heavily laden with all the gifts. The sage lived far away in the middle of the jungle. There he had built three mud huts – one for him, and the others for his disciples.
They reached the ashram at midday the next day. While the disciples unloaded all the gifts, the sage brought some saffron clothes for Nanda to wear. He changed into it quickly and already felt like he was free from the shackles of the world. The sage looked at him and smiled.
Nanda adjusted quickly to life in the ashram. He was living in a hut with one of the disciples, Hari – a middle-aged man. In the other hut resided Ramesh and Akash, the other disciples. Early in the morning, Hari would wake him up. They started the day with a lecture from their guru.
Then Nanda went about fetching water and doing his designated chores. He learned a lot of new things: like spinning his own clothes, hunting, knowing which fruit was good to eat. There were lots of things to do, and he was never bored.
Then one day, after a week or so, his guru called him for a special meeting in the evening. Nanda was thrilled. He entered the sage’s hut and found the man in the middle of the prayer room. The light of a candle fell on the sage’s face. Nanda bowed low and then sat before him, legs crossed.
Nanda was the sage’s favorite pupil now. And it was not just because of his servile nature, but also because of his girlish looks. He had no beard or mustache, and his hair was long and dark, falling beyond his shoulders. Dark was his complexion.
His body was petite, and his buttocks were ample, always making the sage look twice at it.
“What am I learning today, guruji?”
The sage brought a solemn expression to his face. “It isn’t a lesson Nanda, but an experiment. One I’ve never made any of my other pupils do.”
Nanda’s eyes opened wide.
“You have reason to be happy. You are the only one I found worthy,” his guru said. “Very well. You know that we live in a patriarchal society, don’t you, Nanda?”
“Yes, guruji.”
“Good. So we live in a world where women are regarded as second class citizens. We see them not with our eyes but with our lust. We see them as objects.”
Nanda nodded.
“So, how do we better understand what it is to be a woman? To be a mother, a sister, or a wife?”
“I don’t know, guruji,” Nanda answered.
“By becoming a woman, my dear Nanda,” the sage smiled.
“I… I don’t understand, Guruji,” Nanda said, confused.
“From today, you’ll be a woman, Nanda. You’ll dress like a woman, walk like a woman, and talk like a woman. This is a great way to open your mind and broaden your horizons. You’ll gain new insights.”
Nanda was silent. This was unexpected. He has never heard of such experiments being done by sages before. “It is not easy,” the sage continued. “That’s why I chose you. Are you up for it?” Nanda sat in doubt for a while, but seeing the hope his teacher had in him, he accepted.
“Good! Henceforth, you’ll be known as Nandini. Now go to Hari. I’ve talked to him about this. He’ll see to it.”
Nanda took his leave and walked to his hut. He found Hari there waiting for him. The hut only had one room, and that’s where they slept and studied. There were two windows on opposite sides which were now closed. And the light in the room was from a lantern hung from the ceiling.
“What is your name?” asked Hari.
“Nandini,” he replied.
“Good. Now take off your clothes and lie down.”
Nanda took off all his clothes and, lied down on a mat that was before him. He wasn’t ashamed to be naked. For his guru had taught him that there was no shame in anything natural, for it was God’s creation.
Hari brought forth a razor and stood over him, looking at his naked body from head to toe. Then, kneeling, he began to shave Nanda’s armpit.
“Why are you doing this?” asked Nanda.
“Guruji said so. He said he doesn’t like hairy women,” he said, without taking his eyes off the blade. After the armpit, he brought the blade up to Nanda’s face and shaved off the few strands of hair under his chin. Next, he shaved his legs and his crotch.
Then, after all that, he asked him to turn around and lie on his belly. Nanda felt the cold blade between his crack, expertly shaving the hair around his butthole.
“Done. Now for your new clothes.”
Nanda stood up, his body red and itching from all the shaving. He didn’t have that much hair to begin with, but now he was as smooth as a baby. Hari now brought four pieces of saffron cloth with him. He tied a ‘langoti’ around Nandu’s crotch, tightly securing his penis with the first piece.
The next piece of cloth was wrapped around his waist, covering his lower region to his ankles. The third piece was tied around his chest like a blouse, tying it at the back.
After this, Hari looked at Nanda, and he felt a fire rising inside him. He was no longer a boy but a dark radiant goddess. Nandini stood before him, her skin shining from the lantern light. Her belly was smooth and shapely, curving wide at the waist.
Hari’s cock hardened and formed a bulge in his lungi, and he was ashamed. Nanda was shocked when he saw it.
“What is this, Hari?” asked Nanda.
“I’m sorry,” said Hari. “I haven’t seen a woman in a while, and when I saw you, I just,” he looked down, disappointed in himself. “I’m weak. We’re all weak here, except Guruji, of course.”
Nanda looked embarrassed, hearing Hari’s admission. The fourth piece of cloth was a shawl, with which Hari covered Nanda’s chest.
“But I’m not the weakest here,” Hari continued, his penis still erect. “There’s a reason why I’m the one doing this. You’ve only been here for a short time, so you don’t know.”
“Know what?” asked Nanda.
“Because there aren’t any woman here, the other disciples, Ramesh and Akash, they… well, they engage in homosexual activities.”
Nanda gasped at that. He thought these disciples must be divine beings, free of lust and desires, but it was not so. They were only human, like everyone, like him.
“I saw them once in the forest. Having sex near the river,” said Hari. “Let me give you some advice. Stay away from Ramesh. He is a bull. If he finds you alone, he will try to take advantage of you.”
With that bit of advice, Nanda went to sleep, feeling somewhat uncomfortable in his new clothes and overwhelmed by his new identity.
Nanda woke up the next morning and went to the guru’s hut with the other disciples. His guru was astonished by his transformation and embraced him. The class began thus. But Hari was the only one who was listening to his guru’s teachings.
Nanda was distracted by all the looks he was getting from Ramesh and Akash. One looked at him with lust, while the other with jealousy. When class was over, Ramesh waylaid Hari with questions. “Did you bed him, Hari? I know you did. Please give me a chance too. He’s making my cock hard.”
“She’s not a slut, Hari. She’s a woman. And you better see her that way. Otherwise, I’m telling Guruji.”
“You’re no fun. But I’m sure you fucked him. You just want him all to yourself.”
From that day onwards, Hari always kept an eye on Nandini. He never let her go anywhere alone. Whenever she went to fetch water, or take a bath, or just a stroll in a jungle, Hari was always near. He noticed that she became more feminine day by day.
It was her walk that changed first. Now her hips swung like a pendulum, moving almost in the full arc of a semi-circle. Next to change was the voice. It still sounded like an exaggerated feminine voice, but now it had a woman’s playful shyness.
Hari sometimes found it hard to control his urge to take her in his arms and kiss her. But he wasn’t the only one who fantasized about Nandini. Ramesh was obsessed with her. The first time he watched her bathe, he couldn’t control himself. He wanted to have her then and there.
If it wasn’t for Hari, he would have got his wish. Akash was with him then, looking at Nandini with jealousy. Ramesh wanted her more than him. But that night, Akash got the best fuck of his life. Ramesh had his way with him in the night. They fucked in the thick of the jungle, away from the ears of their guru.
Akash moaned and screamed, hugging his lover, who had him pinned against a tree. Jackals howled, but that never stopped Ramesh. He was relentless, his libido fuelled by his lust for Nandini. The symphony of their wild humping ended when Ramesh dumped a big load inside Akash’s hole.
Nandini was enjoying all the attention she was getting. It felt abnormal at first, but she quickly became used to it. She and Hari were close friends now, and he was so protective of her. He would praise her beauty and give her flowers, and she would wear it proudly in her long hair.
She always had the scent of flowers now, and her eyebrows were darkened with charcoal. She grew her nails long, and designs were tattoed on her hands with mehndi. Nandini loved being a woman.
Late in the night one day, her Guruji called her to his hut. With her hands joined to her chest, she entered. The prayer room was dark, and the only light came from the bedroom. This was the only hut that had a separate bedroom. Her Guruji came out of the room and greeted her with a warm smile.
“Ah, Nandini. Looking beautiful, as always,” he said, and Nandini blushed.
Even now, the sage couldn’t believe how well his plan had worked. Without him knowing, his plan was set into motion when he accepted Nanda as his disciple. He had made himself believe that he was free from desire and the many pleasures of the world.
But in the darkest corners of his mind, he wanted to feel a woman’s warmth again. He was a man of sixty-five years, and he hasn’t masturbated for the last twenty-one.
“Come closer, dear Nandini. Let me look at you,” he said. Nandini came closer, and he beheld her beauty. Her eyebrows were dark, darker than her face, and her lips were plump and red. Her hair was tied into a bun, tilted to one side. The shawl she wore covered her belly and chest, but that only made the sage more curious.
“Now we proceed to the next stage,” he said and led her to his bedroom. Once inside, he hooked the lantern from a ceiling beam. Nandini looked around the room. There was a bed in the corner, a broken-down thing that was damp and smelly. The floor was wet.
It must have been because of the frequent rains, Nandini guessed. The sage’s clothes hung from a clothesline from one end of the room to the other, and on it hung some garments.
“Let me ask you a question, Nandini,” he said importantly, and Nandini turned her gaze to him. “When do you truly become a woman?” he asked.
“I don’t know, guruji,” said Nandini.
“When you lie with a man,” he said, and a sense of foreboding struck Nandini.
She stood there stunned, too afraid to speak. But her guru still had his usual smile on his face. He inched closer, and clutching the middle of her shawl, he pulled it down. The cold lashed at her body, and she stood in front of her guru in a saffron blouse, shivering.
Seeing her belly, the sage’s cock stirred, but he remained calm. Hanging her shawl by the clothesline, he climbed on the bed, under the sheets. “It’s warm under here,” he said.
Nandini climbed on and got under the sheets. The sage at once hugged her tight, from behind, and the warmth of his chest soothed her. There they lay for a while, listening to the sound of their breathing. Then something hard poked Nandini’s buttocks.
For the warmth of her had wakened the sage’s cock, and it struggled to break free from his ‘langoti.’ Minutes passed by, and now even Nandini felt some tension in her crotch. The sage, sensing that the time was ripe, kissed the nape of her neck, and the hairs on her body stood up in arousal.
“Hmm,” she moaned, turning around to look at her teacher.
He pulled the sheet down and kissed her smooth back, licking the sweat off of her. His hands caressed her toned belly, which rose up and down in the heat of the moment. She had the scent of flowers about her, like a real woman, and it drove the sage wild.
His fingers undid the knot of her blouse and let it fall on the wet floor. The sage then turned her and gazed at her breasts. After this time inside that tight blouse, Nandini’s breasts now had folded and was almost woman-like. His breath fell on her nipples, and her chest rose in anticipation.
The sage sucked her boy-breasts, biting and nibbling them, and she scratched his back in pleasure with her long nails. In the minutes that went by, the sage’s tongue tasted all her upper body, grazing her skin with his saliva. After all this, he climbed off the bed and removed his veshti, hanging it on the clothesline. Nandini watched from the bed. The sage removed his langoti next, and a long, black, serpent-like cock hung down.
He came and sat on the bed beside her, and the light from the lantern filtered through his beard. He felt her crotch and smiled and turned her on her belly.
First, he untied her hair and let it fall. Then, the cloth that covered her lower body came off, followed by her langoti, which was torn in the sage’s hurry. She was now completely naked and had no secrets to hide.
The sage’s eyes gleamed at the sight of her buttocks. Two perfect globes they were, dark and beautiful like the night. He spread apart her cheeks and feasted on her crack, licking off her delicious ass sweat.
Her body trembled, and she moved her legs up and down, quivering. “Oh, guru… not there,” she moaned. “It’s so dirty.”
“It’s delicious, Nandini,” said the sage, and forced his tongue into her canal, making her squirm on the bed. “No guruji!” she said aloud and sighed.
From the window sill, the sage picked up a cup of oil. Nandini turned her head to see what was happening. The sage was glazing his long cock with oil, lots, and lots of oil. He then dabbed some of the oil around her crack and then spread it around with his fingers.
Nandini bit her lip, feeling the cold sensation of the oil dripping into her hole. The sage lay on top of her and positioned his cock near her boy-hole. Without any further warning, he pushed it in hard, in a hurry to get his dick wet. Nandini wailed, “Amma!” feeling her teacher’s cock plunge into the deepest ends of her anus.
At that cry, the bats in the nearby trees flew in horror, and thunder smote the skies. Then it became dead quiet. The sage had deflowered his pupil. He took his cock out slowly, and Nandini relaxed: “Hmm.” The sage slapped her cheeks and spread them apart more.
“Be gentle, guruji,” she said, looking back. After glazing his cock in some more oil, he pushed it in the second time. She wailed again, and her hands clutched the pillows tightly. “Ah! Slowly, Guruji. Slowly,” she pleaded. Taking his cock out, the sage turned her around on her back.
He paused, for she looked more even more beautiful now. In a perfect circle around her head, her long, dark hair spread like a crown. “You’re a goddess, Nandini,” he said and kissed her luscious lips passionately. Nandini returned the kiss happily, running a hand through his thick hair.
In that state, he penetrated her again. This time, she forgot the pain under the spell of his kiss. Lying lip-locked with tongues tied, he thrust again, and again, and again, and thus began their intercourse.
Nandini gazed into her guru’s eyes as he went up and down her body. The sweat on her seeped into his beard, and the hairs now stuck together. “Oh, guruji, slowly,” she would moan.
Her legs were held wide apart, and each thrust brought intense pleasure between them. “Not so hard. I’m your shishya.” Every time she told him that, his thrusts would come faster and hit deeper.
“Oh, god! You’re so tight, Nandini. Am I your first?” asked the sage, dicking his disciple hard in the ass.
“Ahh, ahh, yes, mphh, yes, guruji,” said Nandini. “Oh guruji, ohh guruji….”
“Forgive me, shishya. I can’t go slower. You’re so hot. I want to destroy your ass,” said the sage.
“Don’t slow down,” she said, gasping for breath. “Don’t slow down. Give it to me. Give it to me, Guruji. Give it to me hard.”
“You’re going to get it then,” said the sage, and rammed her with dizzying speed. “Arghh… you’re the hottest woman I’ve bedded in ages.”
Her guru rocked the bed for what seemed like hours, for his stamina was incredible – the result of decades of penance. Nandini lay panting, panting like a mutt in heat, her legs scissored around the sage’s waist, begging, pleading to not stop.
In that state of thrill and excitement, she said many dirty things, “Make me your whore, Guruji. Make me your whore!” “Fuck your shishya’s ass. FUCK ME!”
The sage didn’t say a word except for the animalistic sounds that he made. Everything outside that bed, outside their coiled, smelly, writhing bodies, vanished from his mind. Before long, from the friction of his body rubbing on her tiny cock, Nandini ejaculated, and hot cum sprayed between them.
But he didn’t notice her orgasm. The sage didn’t slow his pace and gave her no rest. He just went at it harder, uttering a groan after every thrust. In that tiny hut, time went by unnoticed, and they only spoke in the language of moans and whimpers.
The lantern had run out of oil, and the room was now as dark as the jungle outside. The face of her guru was disappearing before Nandini’s eyes. Just a shadow it was now, going up and down tirelessly, driving her insane with pleasure. Her buttocks were sore and red, and she had orgasmed thrice.
A mess of sweat, oil, and cum she was now. Out of breath and strength. In that erotic state, she said: “Ya, ahh, amma, ahh, I’m, oh, cumming, oh, again, ahh.” Her breath deepened, and she felt a pleasurable pain in her cock as it throbbed to ejaculate again.
It was an intense orgasm, and her body quivered, but only a clear liquid came out, and her cock fell soft. The sage’s incredible stamina was finally exhausted, and his thrusts became slow and deep. His heavy nuts, being full of cum that was more than a decade old, ached.
He grunted loudly, and his cock pulsed. Pushing his long member in one last time as deep as he could, he finished. And load after a load of yellowish-white cum was pumped inside Nandini, which flooded her insides and flowed out of her gaping butthole.
The sage fell on his student, his cock against hers. And under him, she lay till the sun came up.
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