After the group tease at the pond, Meena’s shame was gone. Three men watching her pee, rubbing her pussy, fucking her holes – it made her feel powerful. Dirty. Wanted. Now she craved something even more forbidden: the old village temple. Quiet backyard behind the main shrine. No one went there after evening prayers. Perfect for naked worship of cocks instead of gods.

One early morning, before sunrise, temple priest did daily puja. Meena went alone. Told family she was going for darshan. Wore simple white saree – thin muslin, almost transparent in light. No blouse underneath, only thin white bra that showed dark nipples. No panty. Pussy shaved fresh, already wet thinking of what she would do.