The Exhibitionist By Alisha
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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 bathe 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 bathe 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", she murmured.
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.