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Exhibitionist (F, exh)
by Alisha Mathew (alisha69ksk@rediffmail.com)
 
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Exhibitionism is considered as a taboo in our country, but there
are religions like Jain, which support nudism. In India most of
the Jain saints never wear any costume.  They are never
prosecuted for their exhibitionism. Moreover politicians and
businessmen kneel before them to get their blessings and some
saints give their blessings by kicking on the heads of devotees.
In Kumbh gathering you can see thousands of naked saints and
tantric gurus marching naked with their monster phallus hanging
like that of elephants. Some of them cover them by using their
own long pubic hair. They tie that pubic hair on it and make them
appear as a permanent hard on. They are worshipped for that. But
ordinary people have no such privileges.

 One old man about 75 years old used to bath taking water from
the pipe near our ladies hostel. He used to show us his worn out
penis. We did not look directly at him but saw it through our
windows, sometimes he would move the foreskin back displaying the
red cap. We did not  show any signs of enjoyment  contrary to his
expectations. It was true that  his penis did not excite us in
anyway. It was an ugly sight for us with its balls completely
sagged. But he was getting some enjoyment by showing that to us.
One day our warden complained about him to the police. Soon the
police van came and he was thrown into the jeep and they went
away. But after a few days we saw him appear again under the
water tap in an early morning with his ugly penis showing at us.
, He jerked it off in pubic as if in vengeance against us. One of
the inmates of our hostel who was a law graduate joked saying
that if he ever tries to rape a girl then he would be charged
with the crime "assault with a dead weapon". I think there is a
streak of exhibitionism in everybody. The aged people used to
remove their clothes and sometimes it is considered as an omen to
indicate they are going to die soon.

I think I have been an exhibitionist from my childhood. In my
childhood there was no electricity and the countryside life was
peaceful but full of enjoyable moments. There was a big river
flowing through our village and the water was not polluted that
time. People bathed in the river and there was no bathrooms
constructed along with houses. Ladies were not shy to bath in
public as in nowadays and then there were no prying hidden
cameras and of course no Internet on those days. Sex was not a
taboo as it is in our present India, people were more broadminded
and tolerate and there was no religion, caste fanatics as in the
present world. People lived in a mixed environment and most of
them were poor but they were willing to share the resources.
There was a custom to conduct a lottery for collecting money for
marriage of daughters. There was no dowry and people were very
liberated. Of course sex was enjoyed that time but strict
monogamy was not practiced. In fact polygamy was supported and it
was not news to find brothers marrying same women. The younger
brother of husband learnt sexual practices from his big brother's
wife and finally they shared same woman. There was no newspaper
but old grannies who used to wander from houses to houses passed
the gossips and they were better than the tabloid papers we have
now. Oh those golden memoirs!!, gone are those days!!!.

My breasts were abnormally large and they started growing at the
age of nine itself and when I was ten years old they were well
rounded and large in diameter but not heavy as it is now. It was
my duty to clean our premises using long brushes made out of
stems of coconut leaves or small bushes. When I sweep older men
and our male servants took special attention and my mother
noticed the commotion created by me on such occasions. She
guessed the reason and asked me to wear brassieres at home and
stitched some cotton type old-fashioned brassieres for me. 

  My mother asked me to wear brassieres whenever others are
present, but the woman readers may be familiar about how
difficult it is for a girl to wear them for the first time. It
obstructs our freedom enjoyed and always causes discomfort. So I
did not wear them as much as possible, but I was surprised at how
my mother detected it, when I thought it was a hidden secret.
Soon I too became aware of other people staring at me, more
precisely at my budding boobs. It might be the stares I received
from others which gave clue to my mother about I disobeying her
orders. I was surprised at some instants about the way even my
father looked at my breasts. I have told you that I had some
exhibitionist tendencies, so I enjoyed flashing my precious
assets, which were growing abnormally. I was aware of the
commotion it created in my teachers and other girls. I got a
thrill if someone looked at my tits, and I felt disappointed if
someone did not look at me. But they were very few, even my
father could not help but staring at me when I grew up.

 We used to go to bath in the river at the evening when the ghats
(places where steps are constructed into the river so that people
who do not know swimming can sit  on them and bath without fear
of drowning)  were less populated. My mother would carry clothes
to be washed and along came my younger brother who was three
years old at that time. My father would wash the clothes by
hitting them at the rocky steps and my mother would be busy
washing my younger brother. Then she would apply oil on her hair
and body and watch me taking my swimming lessons. Before the age
of ten years most of our village girls learnt their swimming
lessons. I opened my blouse and wearing just my   panties started
swimming and soon saw so many people staring at me. My mother
asked me to stay in water and should not step on the steps. She
was trying to hide my nudity, which was making elders crazy. I
was really thrilled by the looks I got at my breasts. They were
protruding like small melons. Then my mother started her bath.
The sun was going to set. It was perfect time selected by my
parents to bath. There would be enough darkness to cover our
privacy.

When my mother opened her blouse and wore only a muslin towel to
cover her breasts and the portion lower up to the half of her
thighs, I saw her breasts for an instant. They were like two big
watermelons, and no wonder how I also got such big breasts at
such an younger age. When she came out of water I could clearly
see all of her hidden assets and the muslin towel was more
revealing than concealing. I saw a tickle starting between my
thighs seeing my mother's wet big breasts and fat buttocks. My
mother asked me to stop swimming and start drying. I obeyed and
was sitting on the steps guarding my brother. My father started
soaping my mother. They moved to a shallow part of the river
under the bamboo trees grown almost like an umbrella over them
from the banks of the river. There were yellow and green bamboo
forests everywhere in our village at that time. Couples used to
sneak under them and mate; only fear was that there might be
snakes too coupling under bamboo leaves. No one bothered anything
about the people mating in open air at nights or even in daytime.
Sex was no taboo at that time.

There was tapioca cultivation everywhere as tapioca was part and
parcel of food in our countryside. Even now the combination of
tapioca and fish curry is one of the best and nutritious food
available in our land of god's own country. But it is now served
only in five stars with an exorbitant price tag on it. And our
villagers now eat noodles and spaghetti at their houses. Tapioca
plants offered the best cover for mating. No one could see
anything going on between rows of tapioca for the first three to
four moths especially during the summer when people would find it
difficult to stat at houses at night. When the plants grew up and
the cover at the bottom is disappeared rainy seasons may start
and at that time no one can couple in the rain, except those who
are crazy to do it in the rain. There were some country
prostitutes who catered to everyone who were needed. They were
not greedy like nowadays professionals who take money first and
offer service next and that too in a business way. But our
country prostitutes were willing to give it on loan basis. There
was a prostitute named Mani, who claimed to have broken the
record of Jesus Christ. One would wonder what a prostitute in our
countryside has common with Jesus. It is written in bible that
Jesus had catered 5000 people with 5 breads. Mani claimed that
she had catered more than five thousand using the only puffy bun
she had!,  of course it was situated between her legs. So the
summer nights were busy with amorous activities in the tapioca
plantations and none quarreled about it. There were no fighters
for cultural freedom and chastity protection at that time.

When I looked at my parents I saw that my mother was standing
half nude in the river and my mother was applying soap, which was
made up of hibiscus plant leaves paste. The green paste was
applied all over my mother's back and my father was busy with the
front. I could see the swaying of my mother's precious
watermelons through her sides. I saw her giggling and my father
massaging her melons using both of her hands. I experienced the
tickling once again between my legs, I started rubbing my thighs
together and I was getting some relief. My brother was innocently
playing with the pebbles collected from the river. Then my mother
dipped herself into the water and all the green paste was flowing
in the water around her. When she stood she was facing me and I
saw her beautiful marvelous breasts and they had big nipples too.
The nipples were bigger than my bothers penis, but they resembled
like his penis. My father was nowhere to be seen. Then I saw his
head close to my mother's back and it looked as if he was sucking
her buttocks, his face was so close to my mother who was drying
herself standing half nude in the river and the water hid her
bottom nudity.

When the bath was over my mother worn a skirt and used the towel
she used to dry her up as a cover to her breasts, by tying it
over her big melons and put the clothes over her shoulders and
proceeded to our home. The way from our home to the river was
narrow with high steep mud walls on both sides. The both sides of
the narrow path were tapioca plantations protected by bamboo
walls constructed. Then we saw two people coming against us with
a flare made up of coconut leaves. It was the common light source
at the nights at that time. Since electricity was a dream and the
village was full of snakes at night, one would carry flares with
them in their night walks. I recognized them as our village
tailor and his friend, both of them were drunk and were on their
return from the toddy shop.

The toddy shop was our village bar that catered toddy made out of
coconut trees. Toddy is a sweet drink to taste but when it
becomes fermented after some days it can intoxicate us. Toddy is
extracted from the young flower bud on the coconut tree, (The bud
which produces coconut is cut at its edge and one man would mesh
it using a big bone taken from some dead ox, the head of the bud
will be put into a earthen pot and on next day it would be full
of the sweet liquor called toddy, filled with insects and bees
which added more natural flavour to it. Since it is traveling
from the roots of the tree and taken from the end of the tree it
is nature's purest drink. Alas, nowadays people have devised
artificial method to prepare it using old batteries, diazepam
tablets and a rotten water melon which resembles toddy in taste
but kills our liver and offer more kick to our heads.)

The men came to us and greeted my father, they had half a bottle
of the drink with them and they offered it to my father. My
father was more than eager to share it. While he was busy gulping
it down, the tailor came to us and hugged me. He called me
daughter and commented I was grown up and during the hugging he
pinched my nipples and cupped at by budding breasts. "Like mother
like daughter", he commented and I did not understand that he was
comparing the breasts at that time. My mother was flushed and she
could not say anything as my father had accepted drink from them.
Then the old man turned at my brother and began to entertain him
which his face brushing at him, his breath was full of foul smell
of toddy, his companion was struggling to keep balance and was
holding the flare away from us. Then I saw the tailor trying to
tickle my brother at his legs, but in the process his hands were
busy cupping my mother's breasts. He used his clever hands to
untie the muslin towel my mother tied to cover her mammoth
breasts, and he got the nipples held between his fingers. My
mother was showing unhappiness and was looking at my father for
support. But my father was gulping the toddy and he was not
looking at us. I thought my mother would slap him, but I saw she
was putting only a grim face but the tailor was massaging my
mother's breasts openly. The other guy was astonished with the
sight of my mother's big breasts and his flare was fallen to the
ground. The guy tried to take it out but could not keep the
balance and fell on the path. The tailor mocked at him and used
the opportunity to make my mother's other breast too uncovered
and was tickling at the nipples. I could see my mother's nipples
getting taut and she could not do anything to prevent the attack
as the tailor man was playing with my brother and my mother was
carrying him. I was also thrilled at the way he handled my
mother, when I become old someone could handle me like that. By
that time the other guy stood up and the flare was again
providing light, my mother kept the tailor's hand away and my
father hand finished the toddy. The tailor guessed it was
dangerous now to go on with his naughty way and bid good-bye to
us.

When we were walking alone I heard my mother saying, "That old
rascal, he does not have any manners with woman". But my father
consoled her, "Dear I saw him cupping your breasts, you know I am
proud about your breasts. Everyone is saying you have the biggest
breasts in our village. Men are filled with envy about me who
crush them every night". My mother was furious, "Are you not
ashamed to talk like this before your kids, you are a spineless
man, you saw another man milking me and did not utter a word, I
thought you did not see it". My father was replying, "Dear he is
the only tailor in our village, he has the opportunity to cup at
the breast of our entire village woman, he has got a way about
cupping at the breasts, in fact he is an ardent admirer of you. I
have heard him praising about your big breasts to so many other
people. In fact I don't mind someone appreciating your assets".
My mother was still unhappy but she too was pacified with the
backhanded praises she received. She said, "Then I will walk
naked in the village let all see my assets". My father told her,
"Dear I am sorry, but you can walk like that now", saying that he
took her muslin towel away and made my mother walk half nude to
our home. I could see him cupping at her breast all the way, but
my mother made me walk in the front and I missed the scenes
running behind me.

My father was sex crazy man he used to make love at noon and
perhaps in the full night. He did not have any particular job; he
was a rubber taper and a occasional carpenter by profession. But
he was lazy and did not earn much; he used to drink toddy at
evening. Our house was a small one made of mud and had only two
rooms and a verandah. I had seen my parents lying wide naked
after a fuck and my father had a big pole between his legs. My
mother had an entire forest of black hair down there and in her
armpits. I too started growing hairs in my armpits when I was
eleven. There were some hairs growing around my areola too in a
circular fashion. When I told my mother about it she applied some
turmeric paste there to retard the growth. She told me it would
automatically disappear when I deliver a baby. But I thought it
was awkward and asked my mom to pluck them out. Then she smiled
at me and opened her blouse. She showed her areolas to me. Her
areolas were full of long stray black hairs. She told me plucking
them out can only cause pain and they would start growing again.
I then asked her if I could drink from her breasts. She called me
naughty and tried to turn away, but I begged her and she agreed.
I started drinking her milk by sucking at her nipples but I did
not get any, they were becoming bigger in my mouth, but they sure
did not produce any milk. Then my younger brother saw this and he
started quarreling for milk, so I had to retire.

It was during one of those festivals at our temple I tasted the
pleasures of sex. The temple in our village was famous for its
one week Kathakali festival. Kathakali is one of the greatest
folk arts of our state. It is a silent drama and one who is
educated and familiar with the background verses can understand
the story. It is very boring for an average viewer, but for those
enjoy classic dances it is the best. The background score is
important using wild drums and beats. The Kathakali festival at
our temple was conducted during May, that were the hottest nights
thanks to our climate. My mother bought two blouse pieces for me
and asked me to take them to the tailor's shop. When I went there
he was not opened the shop so I went to the tailor's house. When
I reached there he was away to attend a marriage but his wife was
there. She asked me to put the pieces there and she offered to
take measurements of me. She took a tape and began to take
measurements of me. But her touches were so delicate and I began
to giggle due to the tickling she caused me. First she took the
measurements outside my blouse and when she found my giggles, she
opened my blouse and she was surprised to see my budding assets.
"You are becoming fat  like your mother", saying this she began
to fondle my breasts. Her fingers rolled my nipples and she was
slowly massaging my other whole breast. I did enjoy the
excitement caused by her but I felt my cunt getting heated up and
I closed my thighs and rubbed them together. She might have
sensed it and suddenly put one hand inside my skirt and directly
reached my cunt. "No, please leave me", I begged her. But she did
not care, "Like your mother always wet down there", shemurmured.

She removed my blouse fully and began to suck at my nipples. It
was really exciting, she took my small nipples and using her lips
began to chew them without touching with her teeth. Then another
lady came to the house unexpectedly, she was the wife of our
countryside barber who was a black Tamilian. His barber shop was
near the market, but he used to visit the houses to make a living
by cutting hairs. The wife too was a barber but of a special
kind. She was a barber for females. She came there to shave the
pussy of the tailor's wife. During the summer seasons most of the
ladies removed their forest between the legs by    her. The fee
would be one liter of rice, or a coconut. The tailor's wife was
not expecting anyone, so she was sucking me at the verandah
itself. The barber lady caught her at her act. "Rungamma, I was
measuring the girl, but see her breasts; I have never seen such
big breasts for any girl in this village at this age, look at
these", the tailor lady told her. I have told you that I am an
exhibitionist and I get more pleasure when more and more people
see my nudity and crave for it. Rungamma was also seemed
surprised and ogling at my breasts. "Enna ithu, kachathile
mayirellame valanthirukku, ennappa ethellam, cut panna vendama
(What is this, she had grown hair in her armpits at this age,
doesn't she want to cut them)?", Rungamma asked. She took a razor
sharp knife and shaved my hairs from my armpits. She also cut the
hairs around my areola. Then she took a white stone from her bag
and rubbed it in my armpits to smoothen it. I asked about why I
had hairs on my areola and asked if they too have them. They
laughed and took me inside the house.

They locked the door and began kissing my breasts. Two older
women were sucking my small breasts like two kids. I was getting
an unknown pleasure starting from my nipples and the waves soon
captured all over my body.  Both of them were pinching my nipples
but I did not feel pain but pleasure. The tailor lady moved
downwards and began to remove my skirt, when she had undone my
skirt she began to shower my pussy with ardent kisses. Rugamma
moved to the top portion of the cot and opened her blouse, "Amma
intha mulaye parunkal, rumba chinnathu, kulathayekkellam periya
mulaye koduthittane, enakku mattum chinnathe (Look girl at my
tits, god is so cruel he had given me small tits but gave big
melons for little girls like you), she lamented. But I was
fascinated by her breasts, they were not small, but well shaped
and rounded. They would never sag as they were of perfect globes
and she put each one of them into my mouth. I began sucking at
her breasts and I loved it. She had a smell, which was a mixture
of sweat and mustard oil and it excited me. She had shaved her
armpits; everything about her was well rounded and oily. She
might have been applying oil to her body on a daily basis. She
felt like a slippery fish to me, while I was chewing her nipples
she was massaging my breasts.

 I began to part my legs wider and the tailor lady loved it. She
began to move her tongue deep into my pussy. I was already wet
and drenched there it was a volcano building up in me down there.
Rungamma hiked her dress and was sitting on my face now, I saw
her big black pussy just before my eyes. From what the other
woman was doing to me I understood what she wanted out of me. I
looked at her big cunt, I am seeing a matured cunt so close to my
eyes for the first time. It was also completely shaved and
smooth. There was the smell of urine and mustard oil and other
musky smell capturing my nerves. She used her fingers to part the
walls of her outer pussy lips and I could see the red inner layer
and she slowly erected her pink vagina to my anticipating mouth.
I began to imitate what the tailor lady was doing to me, I licked
the inner walls and felt them getting more and more slippery. It
was getting wet with unknown gum like substance, which had no
color but it tasted me of clear soup. Rugamma was moving on my
face madly and soon my whole face was coated with her gumlike
flow musky and frothy. Then my tounge met with a long bud like
that of a flower, it was situated at the upper side of the pink
pussy of Rungamma. It was like a hibiscus flower bud. I tried to
take it between my lips and Rugamma yelled, "Aahhhhgagga.....athu
than appappaaa, ennnaaaa sugam, enna sugam ( Its great, its great
pleasure plese suck more take it between your lips and don't
touch it with your teeth)", I took the whole bud in between my
lips and throbbed at it with my soft lips.

It was very slippery like a small eel fish, it was struggling to
escape from my tongue but I did not allow it to escape, and while
I was trying to do that, Rungamma was spreading her pussy even
more and I thought she might make it into two parts in her
frenzy. Then I saw the bud emitting some tiny drops of spit like
water, or was I dreamt about it. I am not sure about it even now,
do women ejaculate like men, its still a mystery, but  I may say
on the affirmative. I have sucked so many pussies in my later
life but only Rungamma had a big flowerbud which emitted drops of
honey which was tasteless. When the flower bud like clitty of
Rugamma was ejaculated she fell on me with all her weight and I
thought I would be crushed under her. The tailor woman was
hitting at my top vaginal folds and it was causing me tremendous
pleasure. The volcano was going to explode, I called her,
"Chechy, I am coming!.....ya....gggggggggggaahhhhaaaaa", then I
too collapsed. Rungamma moved from my body and I lay there coated
in sweat and fully exhausted for some time. When I came to my
senses, I took my clothes and wore them. The two women were
nowhere to be seen.

I was confused whether to go or stay. I had almost spent an hour
at the house. Where are the ladies gone?. Then I saw the barber
lady drawing water from the well and disappearing into a coconut
wall protected bathroom. I too went there. What I saw inside
there surprised me . The tailor lady was standing there
completely nude. She was putting her hands on top of her head and
the barber lady was shaving her armpits. The soft dark hairs from
her armpit were falling as lovely curls to the floor. The white
pit of her had attained a green shadow of the roots of hair.
Rungamma then started to shave the tailor's wife down at her
pussy. She was moving her razor at a fast speed and the dark
forest that covered her  puffy pussy soon disappeared. I felt
that the lady looked more beautiful and sexy when she had the
bush. When Rungamma completed her shaving she again applied the
white stone she had on the shaved region so as to smooth it and
there were no rashes. Rungamma was an expert in pussy shaving,
which I had experienced myself later on many occasions. But I was
for another surprise. When the shaving was done the tailor lady
with a smile looked at the barber and Rungamma kissed her back
down on the moth. Rungamma rolled the tailor's wife to the muddy
floor and began sucking her wild. I would have stayed to see the
acts but time was running out and so I retired to my house. When
I reached my house my mother scolded me for taking such long
time. Then I told I had gone to the tailor's house and she was
relieved. She might have been suspecting about the wicked tailor
keeping me such an extent of time at his shop.

Then  the festival began at the temple. Since the festival had
started, my father spent his time making decoration to the stage.
 When he was free he spent rest of the time at the toddy parlour.
The actors and background scorers for Kathkali had come to our
village. All of them were great fans of our village toddy, and
most of them spent their time either at the toddy shop or at the
river taking a leisure bath. The village prostitutes were having
a flourishing business during the time. On one afternoon I saw
the barber lady coming to our house. I was afraid if she would
disclose about me to my mother. But she went directly to the
kitchen and began gossiping with my mother. After some time I saw
both of them moving to the bamboo shades at the end of our
property. I guessed the reason and I decided to verify it. I too
followed them after a while. There was a cashewnut tree which was
all is braches spread to the soil, under which we had a place
used for playing. It was clean and fully covered. I went there
and I could see the bamboo shrubs quite clearly sitting there. My
mother and Rungamma were nowhere to be seen. After some time I
got bored and decided to look out for them. Then they appeared
from the next compound. They were carrying a pot which obviously
was fresh toddy preserved somewhere else. Rungamma made two cups
using the green leaves and expertly stitching them using stems of
coconut leaves, she poured white color toddy into it and gave it
to my mother.

 I was quite surprised to see my mother drinking toddy, as most
of the time she was blaming my father for drinking it. Rungamma
too helped herself from the pot. They were having some fried fish
taken with them, I could feel its smell, I felt my mouth
watering. But I could not appear on the scene, so I peeped at
them from the cashew nut tree shade. Rungamma told my mother
something and my mother in return started removing her blouse.
Rungamma then plucked the hairs on my mother's areola using her
small scissors, when she had done them she took some substance
from a bottle and applied to my mother's big breasts. It was like
some glue, then Rungamma like my younger brother began to suck my
mother's breasts. She had applied honey to it to taste. My mother
was writhing in pleasure and she was forcing Rungamma more and
more closer to her chest. Rungamma was getting more and more
enthusiastic and she began to move her lips to the neck and
shoulders of my mother. My mother was giggling and was laughing
loud, I looked at the surrounding to see if someone could hear
them. But there was no one except me witnessing the scene.
Rungamma took more honey from the bottle and applied it to my
mothers back and the navel. After applying honey she would start
licking the spot, until my mother's body will be coated with her
saliva. My mother was shutting her eyes and was struggling to
suppress her tickles. When Rungamma had dried her upper body
using her warm greedy tongue, my mother began removing her other
dresses. Finally she stood before her in all her glory. The
forest which had grown between her thighs and reaching above her
navel was a marvellous feast to see. Rungamma first felt the soft
pubic hair and seemed very reluctant to shave them off. But my
mother had called her just for doing that. Then Rungamma wet the
pubic fur using water and the hairy bush became a set dak patch
when completely wet. I was to see the expertise of Rungamma, she
was a wizard of shaving using the sharp knife without applying
any soap she just removed it neatly and efficiently. When the
triangle was cleared I saw my mother's puffy pubic triangle. It
was seeing the daylight perhaps after a year, therefore the
triangle was more white and pale in clour compared to the other
parts. Rungamma then asked my mother to bow and she shaved her
anus region and rest of the pubis. When she had completely shaved
my mother, Rungamma again took the bottle of honey and poured it
into my mother's anus. From the asshole it began to flow
downwards and moved like a stream to her shaved pussy.

My mother was standing in a bow fashion with her hands and legs
supporting her weight like a small elephant. Her huge breasts
were dangling before my eyes. How big they were when she was
standing but now they were hanging like two big tea bags.
Rungamma started sucking my mother's dark asshole. She rimmed at
the walls of the part, which is considered to be ugliest. But for
Rungamma it was like a cherry and she enjoyed eating it coated
with honey. My mother was moving her ass more and more towards
the lady barber and Rungamma inserted her tongue and reamed her
asshole. Then she began to lick the honey path and finally
touched the clitoris of my mom. The angle she was standing was
not suitable for licking pussy so she lay there on the floor
taking her legs to her face and spreading her vagina as wide as
possible. She looked like a dead frog floating in water to me.
Rungamma slowly ate her and I bet she might have caused an
infinite number of climaxes to my mother. I could not watch
anymore, my own pussy was overflowing with love juices. When I
returned to house without giving my mother and her barber any
clue of my presence, my father was already there. He was sleeping
and it was obvious that he had drunk much. I could see his big
penis quite visible. It lay flaccid but it was a big and strong
pole. No wonder why my mother had such a big cunthole!, I
thought.

At night we went for Kathakali. It was one kilometer away from
our house. When it was night we ate supper and started to the
temple taking flares with us. The way to the temple was through
paddy fields. There were so many groups marching towards the
temple. When we reached the toddy shop, there was a huge crowd of
men at the bar. All were drunk and were shouting abuses and dirty
words. The tailor saw us and joined us. My mother went to the
front so as to escape from his evil ideas. But he began chatting
with my father about the players and from their talk,  I guessed
most of the artists are somewhere in the paddy field drinking
liquor. Then he took my younger brother on his shoulders and took
my hand along with. My mother was moving in front, followed by my
father showing her the way using the flare and followed by the
tailor and me and my brother on his shoulders. It was another
half an hour walk in the darkness. The tailor began to brush his
hands with me and soon, he started opening my blouse. I was
thrilled at his adventure, he began fondling my tits while we
walked together side by side. He was singing some country songs
and at the same time he was handling my nipples in the darkness.
I loved his touch on my breasts and did not complain. Then my
younger brother wanted to be with his mother, so my mother took
him and my father walked in front. The tailor started cupping my
mother's ass from behind. My mother did not say anything but was
speeding to walk with my father. Then once again my mother moved
in front and father came in the middle. The flare was going to
end, so darkness was high. The tailor yanked by blouse completely
and I was walking in front of  him half nude and he was cupping
my breasts from behind. Then I felt my skirt hiked up and
something was touching my buttocks. At that time there was no
concept of panties in the villages. Elderly ladies used a long
cloth tied in a loin fashion as underwear. Panties was never
heard of. I was thrilled at the way I was moving. If someone came
against us I was finished, my blouse was with the tailor and he
was cupping and kissing on my shoulders. Finally he pulled me
from the floor and kept me close to him and I was sitting on some
pole like thing. It was red hot and soft. Then with a shock I
understood that I was sitting on the tailor's penis and he was
making me move and his penis was rubbing the thighs. Then we saw
a party coming against us with flares, and the tailor gave me the
blouse and I quickly dressed it.

When the part passed us, the tailor took my hand and led it to
his penis. I touched it and  it was red hot and vibrating like a
cobra in my hand. He placed his hand over mine and started my
hand moving to and fro on his penis. The front skin of the penis
began moving backwards and I could feel some sticky substance
oozing out of its end. My parents did not know these games played
behind them. The temple was nearing and light from petromaxes
(gas lights using kerosene) was visible. The tailor knew there
was not much time left. He lifted me once again and placed me on
his pole. He moved his penis between my thighs vigorously
sometimes stopping for an instant. Then I felt some fluid falling
all over my thighs and it had a smell of raw ladies' finger. He
was gasping and I dried my thighs usin the hem of my skirt.
Finally we reached the place. Kathakali the folk art form in our
state had already started but only few people were assembled
there. There were separate section for ladies and men and I went
to the ladies area separated by coir and small barricades. There
were comparitively lot of women audience than men, perhaps men
were busy at the toddy parlours and other country liquor shops
which had booned almost everywhere in the premises. My mother
sneaked through the crowd and found a good comfortable place to
sit, my younger brother was already slept. There were so many
children sleeping here and there. I could not understand the
story of the silent play and after sometime I got bored and I
leaned backwards, there were two granny's enjoying the art just
at my back. My mother was looking eagerly at the stage. My father
had already been on the stage to take charge of curtains. There
were only two gaslights at the front side and the audience side
was not illuminated. The show was going on, there was some
gambling going on between two kings and everyone felt so sleepy
viewing the slow moving drama. I too leaned backwards and finally
landed on the sand, the two old women moved a bit so that I could
sleep between them. So many other girls were also sleeping, I
looked at the men's side there was also the same situation.

When I came to my senses, almost one hour must have passed, and
still the scene was the same. I felt something itching on my
chest and I opened a button and scratched my chest. When I took
my hand away I saw the grand lady sitting near was looking in a
curious way to me. I guessed she might have got a view of my big
tits and she might be wondering about my assets. The
exhibitionist inside me was waking up. I decided to tease her a
little more. While lying between the older women I began
scratching my breasts giving them a view of my good big breasts.
The two old women began looking at me closely perhaps they too
were boring at the play. Then I felt one of them putting her hand
on my chest and scratching me. I did not object her, after all
she was only  a lady trying to help me. Soon I felt more hands
joining her and saw that both of them moved bit forward and I was
lying between them and they were feeling my boobs over my blouse.
There was good darkness and soon they managed to open my blouse
fully and began feeling my body. The women rolled my nipples
using their fingers and one of them was tickling me at my
armpits. One of them moved another feet forward and put her hands
on my thighs for support. Soon her hand tugged at the side of my
skirt and loosed the string attached. I was enjoying the
caresses. Then her palm moved inside and rested on my pubic
triangle like a small tortoise sitting on a meadow. She was
feeling my pubic hairs, she was touching the soft hairs and
rustled it between her fingers, and my soft pubic fur was getting
wet from my love juices. She was rubbing the channel at the
centre of my pubic triangle using her index finger. I loved it,
she was rubbing it constantly at the top of my pussy opening and
soon my love bud began growing and she too felt it, she began to
roll at the small clit which was getting to the size of a small
bead.  The other lady was busy massaging me at  my breasts. She
took a fancy over my shaved armpits and she was tracing the small
stubbles there. My nipples were hard rock and she was handling my
breasts like oil applied to a dough to make it softer. I felt a
finger entering my pussy and it remained there for a minute. Then
it began moving inside of me, I was going to yell, but I was
gagged by a hand and I saw it was the other woman, who understood
my situation and sensed the danger of me uttering in my sexual
arousal. I was gagged and was mercilessly finger fucked down
there. The women were expertly handling me and my mother was not
aware of all these sitting in the front. Then I convulsed and my
hip hit the floor after a tremendous orgasm.

By that time one act was ended and there was an interval for the
next story to play. Men came with coffee and tea to sell between
the audiences. I adjusted my blouse and stood up. Then I saw
Rungamma coming at us from some far corner. She came to my mother
and murmured in her ears something. I heard that Rungamma doubted
that she was going to have her curse. It was a sin to have curse
in the temple premises, which is a great taboo. Rungamma asked my
mother to accompany her to her house, as the men were nowhere to
be seen. My mother looked for my father but he was still on the
stage, so she asked me to accompany Rugnamma to her house. She
told me to stay at her house for the rest of the night and she
would pick me up when the Play was over in the next morning. I
saw the two old women looking at me pleadingly but I could not
help them.

Rungamma bought a flare from a teashop and proceeded to her house
taking my hand along the paddy field. We reached her house in the
dark after half an hour. She took me to her room and lit a lamp.
She closed the door and I asked her about her periods, whether it
had come. Rungamma threw her clothes away and stood nude before
me and grabbed my face and put it to her big cunt. She was lying
to my mother to take me to her home. All she wanted was to have
sex with me. I was ready for that, we two were alone and the
atmosphere was comfortable. She had shaved her pussy and it was
so smooth like a baby's face. I began kissing her on her pussy
mount. She then spread the outer walls of the vagina and took the
small piece of meat at the upper edge and signed me to lick
there. It was a rosebud in a red coloured juicy fruit. I took the
small penis like thing between my lips and Rungamma took my head
in both her hands and pressed close to her cunt. I was
suffocating but I decided to please Rungamma to the maximum
extent. Her bud was becoming larger and larger and after some
time it ejaculated and a few drops fell into my mouth, which were
similar to the small drops of saliva appear in our mouth when we
see some delicious food. Only a few women have this capability
and therefore readers must not think this is an exaggeration.
Yes, there is a sure thing like female ejaculation.

Rungamma  was highly satisfied with my performance. She began to
kiss me and fondle me like her lover boy. Then she opened a
cupboard and took the famous bottle of honey. She asked me apply
it on her tits and pussy. When I finished the bottle, Rungamma
begged me to lick the honey out of her. I was ready for anything,
I started to suck and lick  her honey coated body. It was so
delicious and the body heat emitted from Rungamma conveyed that
she was on heat. Then I made her climax for a second time. Then
we slept naked, but in the early morning Rungamma rolled over me
with her weight and her big breasts were pressing on my backside
like two cushions. Then she parted my buttocks wider and made my
anus spread. She inserted her finger into my asshole and began to
rotate it there. Like a screwdriver she inserted her little
finger into my asshole, then she spread my ass cheeks again and I
felt her pussy presing on my back and she was trying to insert
her clitoris into my anus. She did succeed after some time and I
felt her clit entering my asshole. She began to fuck me with it,
it was very difficult but she enjoyed it. Then she came once
again, she then went to the kitchen and made coffee. While I was
drinking coffee my mother came back after kathakali and wondered
how Rungamma entered the kitchen. It is a taboo to enter kitchen
when you are menstruating. Rungamma told her it did not happen
and she is expecting it any time. My mother took me with her and
we proceeded to our house.


