Connie was standing in front of a big wood fire in the centre of the magic circle. The woman was radiant with happiness, she would at least know what was the real life, the real freedom, she would at least be able to walk on the path of the spiritual knowledge.
She was 21 the day before and had immediately left her very conservative parents' house to join the hippy community of the Cosmic Love. The sister of her best friend, who was a member of the community, had told her all about what life was like there, the sexual freedom, the non-taboo, the sharing of hearts and bodies, the abolition of all legal and artificial constraints that society imposed, and one could go back to one's roots and Connie, whose new name would be now Angel of the Pink Crystal would be at least able to free herself from these constraints that were weighing heavily upon her.
The guru of the community, Father Khrisnas, naked except for his thick white beard, had just ended his invocatory dance of the Cosmic powers around the sacral bonfire. He approached Connie and asked her to take off her blouse and her jeans and to throw them into the fire.
"Look at your futile life that is going up in smoke, look how it is pathetic, free yourself, be yourself, show me as you are really, be proud of your body, commune with Nature!"
And Connie so proud to be an adult now at 21 years old, threw also her underwear into the flames and watched them burning, knowing this was going to be the end of her virgin life. She was now feeling like a natural woman, she would soon be the equal of all the others that encircled them. Father Khrisnas approached her and told her to go down on her knees and to take his sacral testicles between her hands, to weigh them, to put them against her cheeks to feel their warmth and smoothness and to kiss them to better feel the source of life. Connie, who never touched a man's testicles before, overran with curiosity and wanted to be accepted into the community, obeyed on all points of the guru. After some minutes, the hands and mouth of Angel of the Pink Crystal had stimulated the guru's sex to rise up as it was necessary for the following part of the initiation ceremony.
"Take now my sex...my penis...between your hands and bring it to your mouth to taste on it life's vigour. Feel how warm it is, feel the blood beating into it, feel how smooth it is. Drink the nectar of life." The tongue of Connie gathered the first drops of pleasure from the guru Father Khrisnas.
The woman was then taken to the river to be symbolically immolated on the large stone of the sacrifice. It was a big flat stone on which she lay down on her back. The guru applied then on her breasts and on her sex a concoction of red fruits whilst reciting sacral words incomprehensible for Connie.
"Angel of the Pink Crystal, are you ready to receive the Cosmic Energy? Do you desire to be the equal of your sisters and to receive the vigour of life into your womb?"
"Yes, I want it." She replied openly.
"Then open wide all your Chakras, Angel of the Pink Crystal, free yourself and welcome the life in your womb, open your body and your heart to the Cosmic Energy, commune with her, let her rush into you, let her penetrate you and let her flood you."
Connie let him penetrate her without any resistance, what she had smoked before the initiation was probably helping it, she was feeling herself floating like in a dream and she brought her sex to the guru as an offering, happy to receive inside of her the life, the warm Energy of the Cosmos.
Father Khrisnas was particularly happy of his new recruit, innocent and superbly shapely, breasts like he loved them to be, legs and thighs that never end, buttocks to dream of, this little Connie was promising to be for him hours of lust and... Cosmic voluptuousness.
The other followers made a circle around them, chanting in rhythm the initiatory words of the merging of beings whilst their guru was thrusting himself on the same rhythm between the tender and offered pussy lips of Connie. At the time he climaxed, he stood up to cover Connie's body with his sacral semen throwing his arms to the sky and invoking the celestial powers. Then he turned to his disciples chanting : "Sisters of the Cosmic Love, come to collect on the body of our Angel of the Pink Crystal, the Energy of the Universe, come to drink of the original source."
The women of the community, clothed only by multi-colour pearls necklaces and flowers in their hair, approached and licked Connie's body to take the pleasures and to feel their guru's primal Energy of the Universe pouring inside of them.
The sight of all these women naked and submissive to his desires was the successful creation of the man who called himself Father Khrisnas (major deity in Hinduism: protection, compassion, tenderness, and love).
It was even still hard for him to believe that he had been able to fool them so easily. The hippy sect was only made of women apart from him and, in less than six months, he succeeded to attract to him more than thirty womans, the eldest of them just twenty five years old.


The hippy movement was at its height, the society was so eager for changes that any bizarre individual a little shrewd could proclaim himself a guru and claim to incarnate the Universe. Father Khrisnas, whose real first name was Christian, an unemployed man of fifty years old was now living happy among his worshippers who not only were supplying his subsistence by making and selling the various products of the community such as candles, painted scarfs and gowns representing blazing suns and other Cosmic signs but was also allowing him to assuage his sexual instincts upon them.
Connie was the last victim of Father Khrisnas and all of this was beginning to irritate seriously Smooth Wings, the little fairy of the forest where the hippy community was settled. And if our guru was knowing well that all his playacting was only charlatanism, the only thing he did not know, was that the forest that he pretended to be magical, was really magical... and that the fairies were well and truly existent in this out-of-the-way place!
Smooth Wings was a still a virgin fairy and physical love was appearing to her as something impure. Although superbly shaped, clothed only with her two iridescent wings and extremely sexy according to her male friends, Smooth Wings had always refused the advances of the sprites of the forest, aroused only by her body, whereas Smooth Wings was dreaming of romantic love. For her, being a fairy was a symbol of purity and then she wanted to remain pure as long as possible.
One can well imagine that the schemes of Father Khrisnas were displeasing to her very much indeed! To see all these womans let themselves be fooled by this false lustful guru without being able to realise, was weighing heavy on her. But what could she do? As all fairies her powers had to be first invoked to be granted. Fortunately for Smooth Wings, only a pure soul could call for her magic wand, which excluded the possibility to put herself at the disposal of this depraved guru, who would have certainly taken advantage of it!
Angel of the Pink Crystal had now been two weeks in the community of the Cosmic Love, and each morning Father Khrisnas was taking her to the river to perfect her initiation. He was asking her to lie down on the sacral stone and to spread eagle to better receive the Cosmic Energy while he was drawing esoteric magical signs on her body with a paintbrush. She was a good student and was listening attentively to her guru, admiring his knowledge and taking onboard his supposedly wise words but also questioning him when she did not understood something perfectly, which was happening more and more often. Inevitably, after making the ritual of the adoration of the sacral testicles as on the evening of her initiation, Father Khrisnas was then doing her the honour of offering her his Cosmic semen.
Connie, though happy with the teachings of the guru, happy to live in this community in which all the other womans were gentle and thoughtful, happy to open herself to the Cosmic esotericism, to be able to escape from the physical chores of everyday earth life, was beginning however to find that Father Khrisnas' explanations were sometimes quite confusing and were most often leading to the union of flesh than to the spiritual elevation. Moreover, and pretty, on the whole she would have preferred a and athletic guru than this white bearded middle-aged man whose charm was centred especially in his "wisdom" but not that much into his potbellied body with narrow shoulders.
Rather keen and clever, granted with an excellent memory, Connie had succeeded to catch her guru out twice this day with citing several of his contradictions. He had not been able to answer her precise questions and had attempted to elude them with some obscure incantations, legs opened with outstretched arms to the sky, swaying in rhythm his famous testicles full of Cosmic Energy. But at the moment he asked the woman to kiss them as usual, to caress them to make the sacral vigour spurt out, Connie refused telling him that her ideal was of spiritual order and that she did not understood why they had to systematically make love to commune with the Universe.
Father Khrisnas, as a wise guru, took her into his arms to comfort her, caressing tenderly her back and her shoulders, stroking her long hair, holding her tight in his arms against him to calm her down whilst reciting Vedas. After half an hour of litanies and thinking that the woman had changed her mind, he told her:
"Take my testicles in your smooth hands now, mix together our vital energies, merge our bodies to better approach the light of life, let yourself go, forget your doubts, open wide all your Chakras my child, receive me in the depth of you, let the light sweep through all of you." But the charm was broken and Connie was now more and more persuaded that all this was leading to nothing except that this old guy could take advantage of her body offered to his concupiscence. And she told him, overexcited and shameful at that time:
"Sorry, Father Khrisnas, but I am afraid that I made a mistake when I came here, I am leaving, I am going home, so keep your sacral testicles and your Cosmic Energy, because..." But she burst into tears and was not able to end her sentence understanding suddenly that she had only offered her virginity to an assumed guru who had taken advantage of it during the past two weeks!
The libidinous guru, far from understanding the deep cause of Connie's distress, thought that it was only a little sudden change of mood and tried to soothe her while clasping her against him then, very tactlessly, wanting to take her by force. Connie struggled against him and slapped him in the face telling him:
"But who do you think you are, you charlatan? I see well all that interest you claim to have for my body. What do you think? What is so sacral in your famous testicles that are dangling between your legs as bells? There are just two dangling balls that symbolize nothing else but your lustful tendencies." She almost shouted it loudly in the face of the guru now flushed with fury and he answered her:
"Stupid, you have never understood nothing, you will never be an accomplished disciple, you will never be one with the Universe, to compare my sacral testicles to bells, you are really pathetic!"
Connie, answered him quick as a flash: "Oh well it's a pity that your testicles could not be changed into bells, they could at least warn the women of the danger that they are heading into because of you, like leper in the middle ages, ringing out a bell to warn people when they were coming into a town. Ah! if only these famous testicles you have, so much loving, could ring like bells!"
The little fairy Smooth Wings who was waiting such as this occasion for a long long time was jubilant at hearing Connie's words and hastened to grant the wish of the woman with her magic wand.
Leaving the woman, hurt and frustrated not to have been able to make love to this little stupid Connie, Father Khrisnas saw Debbie, a pretty plumpish brown haired woman, with her form that attracted his hands as well as well as his mouth, cleaning herself in the river. After all, Debbie would fit for today and he asked her to follow him to the campsite for a collective opening Chakras session.
Both of them were now in the centre of the famous magic circle where Connie had received the first part of her initiation, surrounded by all the followers of the Cosmic Love community. Debbie was lying on her back and, all Chakras opened with her fingers in the correct position, was waiting for the guru to, accept 'his' Cosmic Universe Energy and so penetrate her.
But as soon as Father Khrishnas had only started to penetrate Debbie all of his movements were now making a loud and clear jingling sound! Nobody understood first where that sound was coming from, then one of the woman said that it seemed that it was coming from the guru himself. Together they approached to listen and realized that the nice crystal-clear sound was coming from the sacral testicles!
Debbie then began to laugh without being able to stop, a laugh that changed quickly itself into devastating giggles when the guru, furious to see the woman laughing at him, began to speed up the rhythm of his thrusts, amplifying more the jingling sound.
A second later, all the womans of the Cosmic Love were surrounding them while roaring with laughter. The guru with his white beard had suddenly lost, thanks to Smooth Wings, all his powers and respect on his followers.
Despite several warm baths, the use of ointments and other emollients supposed to bring back his testicles of former days, nothing happened. Our musical guru consulted the most famous specialists, but X-rays and analysis did not permit to detect any abnormal thing about Father Khrisnas who however was living accompanied by the non-stopping crystalline-sound of the bells. One professor wanted to show him at a medical conference but the ex-guru ran away at the last moment, to avoid the ultimate humiliation.
His life was over, everybody was laughing when they crossed him, he was again unemployed, all his followers had abandoned him and no employer would hire this bizarre individual able to jingle and jangle, disturbing the work of the other workers as he was making his balls ring at every single movement.
After looking for a job for months without any success, luck smiled at Father Khrisnas atlast, as he found a seasonal job which was fitting perfectly to his disability.
Today, far from being handicapped by the incessant music of his bells, he now shakes them proudly and with vigorous energy when he is working.
Besides, I am sure that you have already seen him passing by near your home at Christmas, clothed in red and traveling proudly upon his sleigh, accompanied by the familiar sound of his bells ringing and calling all to happiness and joy, something that he once did at the time when he was a guru... Our poor Christian has just changed his name, changing it from Father Khrisnas to Father Christmas and of course he has still his long white beard.
However, if Father Christmas is now his official name, the one that all children know, just note, that his pet name, among his ex-followers in the Cosmic Love, is simply.....Jingle Balls!......thanks to Smooth Wings granting a wish for Angel of the Pink Crystal.
Happy Christmas !!!
