Date: 14 Nov 2013 11:10:24 -0000
From: A <alisha69ksk@rediffmail.com>
Subject: The Pond

The Pond


The pond was near a temple. Pilgrims dipped into it before entering the
temple, or wet their feet with water of the pond. There were steep steps
constructed of granite to help people to reach water. In the morning most
of the students and office goers had their bath in the pond. Some entered
the temple and some left without entering. The temple closed around 9 am,
the priest was so old, he didn't make much from earnings from the temple.
But it was a duty assigned on him from generations to generation. By 10 am
ladies start coming into the pond. They came with big bundles of linen to
wash. Dirty linen were washed and gossips were exchanged. Then one by one
will enter into the pond, most of them knew little bit of swimming, about
neck deep steps were there to protect. Then after the steps started the
sandy portion, sandy muddy floor of the pond. They bathed in leisure, there
was enough time to prepare lunch, their men had gone to fields or for
job. Children had gone to schools.

Leisurely they will do final dipping of soaped clothes and spread them on
the temple premises. The meadows would be warm by sunlight. By the time
clothes were half dry they would finish the bath. Aristocratic ladies wash
one side of their long sari and cover their body with other end, they were
shy to expose more in public. Most of the others will have one metre length
and one metre width towel,most of them have color of mud, Very few had
white towels, which gave hint that they are comparatively members of well
off families. They wrap it around the body covering half of their breasts
and half of their thighs. Once they were completely wet, anyone can enjoy
their body shape. Like all Indian women they were chubby at the midriff ,
many had big boobs and fat buttocks. Some had a black string wore around
their waistline. Some had nothing not even a good towel. Everyone had thick
dark hair in the armpits and of course down there. Aristocratic ladies used
turmeric to reduce hair growth so they had comparatively less armpit
hair. Some young girls applied turmeric paste on their calves to reduce
hair growth, some didn't bother. Older woman used to bath wild exposing
their big boobs, which dangled in no particular direction when they soaped
their body or dried their hair. Newbies or youngsters giggled seeing the
old tits dancing, they were secretly proud of their pert breasts, they were
firm, teats were small, even if exposed they wont dance. Oldies guessed
their contempt and thought in mind , lets see after your marriage. All will
sag and that's their destiny. One delivery one feeding all those charms
will be lost. After all boobs are for produce milk and they are destined to
sag but no woman can think about their existence without boobs. When they
say a man coming automatically their hands will try to cover their boobs,
and for men whenever he see one woman his eyes will automatically look for
their boobs. Well he has been longing for that nine month life in the womb
without any fear of outside world, and his first feed in life. Nothing ugly
about it. Man haters please excuse us, its not men's fault its mother
nature, gave the impulse to look at any breast in the visibility.

My childhood days were closely related with the pond. Until I left my
village to cities and metros I took my bath only in the pond. Now with the
advent of modern technologies like spycam, youtube,voyeur sites women no
longer dare to bath in public. Not even, grannies. They don't even dare to
wet their calves, who knows who has spycam, who is capturing your body,
before you reach your home after a bath, someone will air it on internet
and whole world will have watched your soaping your ass or the small hairs
sprout around your armpits even after waxed just the previous day.

My adolescence period created awareness in me about the wonderful and
mystery of women's body.  When I was about 10 year old It was one woman,
which aroused the desire in me. I was swimming far away deeper into the
pool and coming back. There was only this lady and her young kid with lot
of bundles of clothes, unknown to her one of her blouse fell into the pond
and sank, when she was aware of the missing blouse it had already reached
the sandy surface. "Hey, you, one of my blouse is missing can you please
locate it, please", she asked me. I dived into the water and located it
within minutes. I gave it to her, she was very happy, it was costly or
perhaps the best one she was having that time. "Thank you, you are a good
boy, I cant swim, thanks again", she said with a smile.  I felt elevated, a
mature lady who didn't know swimming and I am an expert!  One smile from a
woman is enough for brave men to capture a whole world and surrender it
before her feet.

But she no longer minded my swimming acrobatics, she washed all clothes one
by one and asked the girl to go to upper stairs and wait for her. She was
looking at me as if why I am not leaving and let her have a secluded
bath. I could not register it, she removed her blouse and stood in her
white bra only. She was about 30, she had a fine body. A bit protruded
midriff and a big navel, wow a deep navel which can hold a gooseberry. She
had only a small towel around it was just half meter wide, she could not
cover her boobs and thighs simultaneously with it. She was getting
impatient about my presence. I don't know how it happened or why it
happened , she just adjusted the towel and all of a sudden flashed her
pussy before my eyes. I was thunder bolted, bingo, my luck, I had never
seen a pussy in my life. What a fine mesh of curly black mass of hairs and
she had a red string attached to her midriff, I wanted to see more, then
once again she flashed and said, "Haven't you seen enough, go , go " .

I felt so shy and disappeared at once from the place. That night I could
not sleep, the images of her wild pussy began to haunt me the whole
night. Its one of my well guarded secrets, now disclosing to readers. At
that time I was not having an erection, it started much later may be after
3 to 4 years later. This woman became a goddess in my dreams, she was Venus
cum Cleopatra cum Monalisa to me. But I never meet her again in my whole
life at the pond. She still adore the best place in my heart as proud owner
of the first pussy I have seen. She is also most magnanimous to allow me
that voluptuous divine eye feast.

She made me a voyeur. From that day onwards I began more and more
interested in watching women bath or change their dress, became a peeping
tom. I was very much ashamed of my behaviour. I must admit that I have been
a staunch voyeur on almost all close relatives of me even my mother. I
don't get much thrill if I see them stark naked. Later when I saw Tinto
Brass film "The voyeur", I understood I was nothing to be ashamed of. I am
no longer alone. There are a whole lot of men and women who are voyeurs in
this world. Some love showing their privates and some love ogling their
secret treasures at the moment when they least expect.

Slowly woman began to be aware that I am watching them and some of them
scolded and some threatened to tell my mother and some covered their body
or waited till I leave to have their bath. Perhaps the change from
childhood to adolescence was reason, earlier they ignored me as they knew I
am not old enough to feel in a different way about them. I had to change my
bathing time as I don't like women finding me a busybody or peeping
tom. Even then there were some magnanimous ladies existed who didn't bother
to gave some glimpses of their boobs or dark pussy. If many person were
around they just ignored my presence and did it, soon I caught the habit of
masturbation.

I just happened to discover it myself, when I applied soap to my genitals I
began to experience some pleasure and once I applied more lather and
pressed a lot on my penis and some electric pulse passed, I don't recollect
what it was it was a great pleasure, a divine one, how it comes what it
ejects I didn't knew, all I know was that if I soap my genitals vigorously
I get a divine pleasure. It was just great, soon I began to leave my
voyeuristic activities and visit pool around 11 am, when pond will be
almost empty.  I would watch for the steps to ensure none is coming and I
will do my daily soaping and pleasuring.

Once I was lost in pleasure and didn't notice someone coming so closer, I
jumped into the pond throwing soap away, after taking a long swim I came
back and looked to see who he was. It was Baba, about 30 years, an artist,
a singer and a tabla player. He had curly hair, a brownish moustache, a
fine broad chest with few hairs, he came to the pond to have smoke. Some
say he smoked not cigarette but grass. He was very popular as an artist but
he was a drunk, jobless and into grass.

I left the pond spending less time than usual and while leaving looked at
Baba, he was still lost in thoughts, and didn't pay much attention to me. I
thought he might not have seen my secret activity. The next day when I
reached pond at around 11 , to my irritation some one was in the pond. I
have to wait till that person to leave for my secret pleasuring. Who could
be at that time may be some stranger, who may not know swimming and may
leave quick.

I confidently reached the pond and saw it was Baba, washing his clothes and
was wearing only a brief. He gave me a smile and keep on his job I moved to
next end and tied the towel around and began to swim, Baba almost had
finished and went to spread the clothes, he came back wearing only brief
and sat on the uppermost step and lit a cigarette. He had no job and don't
know how much time he may take to finish his bath, I cursed him disturbing
my daily jerking ritual. Baba had no towel how he will dry himself, I
wondered. Until his dress is dried he is not likely to leave the pond too.
Sun was reaching over my head. I left from water and did a mild soaping and
again return to the pond. Baba had finished his cigarette, and was coming
to the pond, He didn't enter the pond wearing the brief as I expected but
he removed his brief all together in one stretch and dived into the pond.
Shameless man, what will happen if some woman come to the pond now? How he
will go out. The water was green due to mosses and dark mud in the bottom,
still he has to climb stairs stark naked.

He flashed his nakedness and had dived and swam almost to the other end of
the pond and in the middle of the pond he did some yoga poses , floating in
the middle. I was full of envy. I didn't know how to float, not to swim on
my back. Baba seems to be an expert. My pecker was erect was seeking my
attention, but boy! what could I do. Baba is around, I cannot soap my
pecker and electrify him. Baba had come back from the other end doing back
stokes. I could see his crotch full of dark hairs and a big penis. Almost
thrice bigger than mine. My pecker was a small one, may be two inches long
at that time.

Then I felt something ticklish around me fishes were biting my thighs or
some touch on my testicles. I could not register what it is.  When I looked
behind I saw Baba was dipping and coming up and nothing around. Again I
dipped again I felt something very ticklish, raising giggles in me. What
was that, oh it was Baba, his hands and fingers were brushing my body
unknowingly. He was still busy diving and coming to surface in rhythm like
a small boy. Then Baba reached me from behind and unwrapped the towel and
in one quick throw the towel reached the upper steps, "Now we both are
even, ha ha", he said and dived away.

So it was wicked Baba doing ticklish, he wanted to be even with me, he was
stark naked and didn't like me prudent. But I felt ashamed how I could
reach my towel without climbing naked and if someone come, what a shame.
But normally that time none comes to pond. Ladies busy with cooking, sun is
over the right top, not a suitable time for taking bath. Then again it
began ticklish, It was Baba, caressing my pecker, I felt shy, how dare he,
touch me, down there, I felt humiliated, my fly was not good, it was so
small. Baba may think I am a child, but in Babas hands it was becoming
erect, I felt panic. I thought this was happening only to me, a God's
divine gift to me. Baba was fondling it now it was much bigger, in fact
this much bigger it never was. Baba was trying peel the foreskin, I felt
bit pain, but the cap was moving back, even in the water I could smell a
dirty nasty smell. Finally Baba peeled the whole foreskin back and was
rubbing the end, he cleaned the tip and the smell slowly vanished. Baba
rushed me to shallow waters. " Do it daily, clean your penis like this,
otherwise smug will stick around and ugly smell may come, and always try to
keep the cap of penis moving back and forth, otherwise you can't fuck a
woman", he said.  I could not understand what he meant by fucking a
woman. What was that act? Fuck was a bad word I know, I always heard when
two elder quarrel each other they refer "Fuck your mother", "Fuck your
sister", and "Motherfucker" was biggest abuse one could utter. The utmost
taboo word when some senior boys uttered our headmaster beat him severely.

"Can I use your soap", Baba asked , I nodded. Baba climbed stairs and was
standing stark naked and started soaping his body using my soap. What an
enormous penis, a monster cock he was having, it dangled like cock of an
ox, it was bell shaped, there was no cap, the end was a bell, it was red,
Hairs grown from the root and his testicles were two orange size, a great
man. " Don't worry, your will also will become bigger like this, but you do
as I said everyday", he gave me a grin.

After soaping he returned to the pool, after some time he caught my hands
and lead it to his penis. I was so ashamed to touch him especially there, I
tried to move my hands away, but he insisted, he put his fist over me and
made me grab his monster cock. He was imitating what he did to me, I
guessed that he wanted me to do same to him. Well there is going to be no
harm, I moved my hands on his cock and the foreskin was already peeled and
no need of cleaning. It was red hot even in the water. The more I fondled
it became more hard and bigger.  Then he took my hands away and hugged me
and lifting me in water he made me sit on his rock hard cock, I felt like I
was sitting on hot steel rod, the rod was so strong, it could lift my whole
weight, he then began to make me move to and fro on his rock hard cock, I
could feel his mat of pubic hair rubbing my ass-cheeks. I didn't feel any
shame and didn't bother if someone come and see what we were doing. Then
Baba grabbed my pecker and began to titillate me, at the same time I was
moving on his rod.

Suddenly I felt the divine pleasuring coming back to my penis, this time no
soaping was required, Baba's magic fingers were doing some miracle , ooh,
something was coming from my penis, something like a worm or an ant. I shut
my eyes and then I reached the peak. Baba was not going to leave me he was
frantically moving from my behind, cupping my penis and small testicles.
Then I felt a lot of fishes coming to us and they were biting everywhere.
Baba was exhausted he climbed and began to dry himself with my towel thrown
earlier, Then he wore his brief again and threw towel at me and said " Go,
much time has gone, don't tell anyone ".

That was my first gay experience. Still a memorable one. I may add that it
was the best one in my life. Fucking a Ms. Universe cannot be that much
enjoying.