Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 16:16:42 +0530
From: Alisha <alisha69ksk@rediffmail.com>
Subject: Monsoon Wedding

MONSOON WEDDING By Alisha

My husband is a businessman working at Bombay. He travels a lot and busies
most of the times. He makes a lot of money even though he keeps a modest
atmosphere about his business. He has got three sisters and a whole lot of
relatives. They are a big joint family residing at a village in Kerala, the
southwest state of India, which is famous for high literacy and family
planning and hygiene. As most of the families now adopt family planning and
nuclear family concepts, in cities most of the families have a father,
mother and one kid. I belong to city, and my parents were very pessimistic
about the future of my married life. Joint family offers more security but
little privacy. My parents were afraid of how I will adjust with my
husband's large family. But I proved they were wrong, I mingled with them
easily.  They were also having some reservations about my city orientate.
But I cleared all of their premonitions and soon became a popular daughter
in law. Nuclear family offers more independence, privacy but we have to
take so many responsibilities like looking after kids, cooking, shopping
and for a woman who is employed life in a nuclear family can be hell. In
joint families you don't have to worry about baby sitting, illnesses of
kids etc. As elder woman are more experienced they will take care of kids
when they fall ill, and most of the time they have some home remedies,
which keep the doctor away from home. They are very helpful during our
pregnancy and childbirth. My mother in law is an expert to predict the sex
of a baby and possible delivery date by just looking at the belly of a
pregnant woman in last month of pregnancy. I wondered how she is predicting
it, she told me that she develops an instinct by simply putting her fingers
on the belly. She has promised me to teach me a few tips.  Another trick
she possess is that she never taste any curries. She just take the wooden
spoon from the dish and sniffs at it and suddenly she gives instruction to
add more salt or pepper or make it dilute to get more taste. It is a skill
achieved through years of experience. All these things are news to me, my
mother does not have half of the skills of these village folk. Another
surprise thing I found there is that they are very good at predicting
arrival of a guest or possibility of a quarrel only by listening to the
sounds made by crows sitting near their house.

Crows are considered as a reincarnation of our ancestors. They come to warn
us about a possible accident or give a clue to prepare more food as
unexpected guests are coming. A bad omen is that if a crow baths itself
using water put on vessels in the surroundings it indicates news of a
death. I have seen this myself when one of my husband's aged relatives was
ill and my mother in law predicted his death seeing this omen. I did not
believe her as I saw him quite healthy , but in the afternoon he expired.
Thus I love every chance to spend a few days at my husband's joint family
whenever I get an occasion.  One day we got invitation letter from my
husband's elder sister's daughter's marriage. They were asking us to stay
at home for at least two weeks so as to attend many ceremonies before and
after marriage. My husband was not in a condition to be away from his
business for such a long gap. But he was a family man too. So he asked me
to go to his home one week before marriage and he would come on the
previous day of marriage. I agreed and applied for leave from my office. As
I work in government department, it is easy to get leave for me anytime. So
I booked train tickets and took my 3 years old daughter along with me.

The train journey was pleasant. The way through Western ghats in India is
the most beautiful journey.  Konkan Railway offer more facilities than any
other routes in India. It is 2 days journey from Bombay to Kerala.  The way
is full of tunnels and you would be thrilled at the natural beauty of
Western ghats.  The hills are barely populated and the steep sidewalls of
the tracks are covered with nylon nets, so as to prevent the land sliding
to the tracks. Its green everywhere, I saw many big pythons got trapped in
these nets and they were trying to escape from the nets and the train
driver has to slow down so as not to kill them. These pythons are taken by
people and killed for the fat. They will hang these pythons with head tied
to a tree. At one such place the driver stopped the train. I also alight
from the train for some time and watched the spectacle along with other
travelers.  The pythons were hanging like they have committed suicide and
the people were making wounds from the head to bottom using blades.  They
will put a earthen pot under it and collect the yellow fat oozing out of
the wounds. This fat is used for treating burns and it is an excellent
remedy to treat wounds caused by arson.

When I reached the station a whole lot of family members were there to
receive me and take to home.  It looked like I was a VIP like a minister of
our country. But that's no matter as now a days in our country any goon or
prostitue can become a minister if she belong to some castes who are
offered reservations. Recently one of an ex-convict Phoolen Devi who
murdered 25 men of a village had become member of parliament and she was
killed one month back by anonymous killers. I was tired and headed for a
bath right away. There is a big pond near my husband's house. There are
separate bathing places for men and women. The water is cool even at midday
and the bath in pool is refreshing.  My mother in law was eager to see her
grand child and she did not put her down even for an instant. So I was a
free bird without any duties and I felt I was having a paid holiday and
back in college days.

My husband's house is not that big. There are only three to four rooms and
kitchen. There is big barn constructed adjacent to the house. There are so
many cows, buffaloes, oxen, pigs, chicken, ducks and goats. There were a
number of servants and lot of relatives. It looked like some festival was
going on even at midnight. I had bought so many dresses, bangles, trendy
under clothes, which are cheap in Bombay. I used to present my relatives
with dresses and all are happy about it.

The name of future bride of the family is Asha. She was 18 years old, at
that time. She had her education at the village itself and was discontinued
when she failed for graduation. Her mother who is my eldest sister in law,
was very happy about the marriage. The groom was a man from nearby village,
looked about 30 years old. I felt he was not at all a match to the cute
young girl. But the horoscopes matched and an astrologer predicted long
life for the couple and that is the most important criteria in India as far
as marriage is concerned. It is said that marriages are made in heaven, but
in India marriages are made at the astrologer's might. If he does not agree
you are out. I gave a great sum of money to my sister in law as our
contribution to the marriage. The amount was evidently larger than they
expected. From the very instant my position in the family went sky high.
The other relatives came to know about the amount, and they understood the
necessity of keeping me in good spirits so that their kids too get a
generous amount from us. So I may say I was a star of our family during the
wedding season. June July months are monsoon season in India. The marriage
was planned to be conducted during first week of June. The shower of rain
during a marriage is considered as a good omen, but if it is too rainy then
very uncomfortable for everybody.

It was the first night of my stay at the village. Normally Indian woman
does not get much sexual education. There are no books or adult films
available to rural people. Sex is considered as a taboo due to the
religious upbringing. Nobody dares to question if sex is sin why people
marry. The girl's sexual knowledge is what she hears from elder woman. When
a girl attains puberty, she gets advise that she may not go near men from
then on and cover her head using edge of her sary and should not look
directly at men. All get an idea that men will put their banana into their
hole after marriage. The girls get an estimated length of the banana , when
they see the banana of her father or some exhibitionist uncle or servants
bathing nude. The girls are afraid about thinking men putting their black
ugly penis into the hole and all of them wonder how will it fit into her
hole, which looks very small when they urinate. Mothers are shy to disclose
the secrets of their sexual life to their daughters. So all together they
get raped in the first night itself and they begin to hate sex or consider
it as a duty of wife to lay nude and get poked by husbands. And no one
bothers about pleasurable sex and possibilities. My sister in law put her
daughter to stay in my room during the night hoping that as I am broad and
frank, she may get some advice about sex from me. She hinted about her
daughter is very innocent and if possible I should give her some advices. I
just smiled hearing her coy request.

Asha came to my room with her pillow and bed sheets after supper. My mother
in law took my daughter and she told me that she would take care of her at
night. I said okay and decided to take a leisure bath before going to
sleep. There was an attached bath room to my room. I removed my sary and
blouse. I stood there half nude in my brassieres and panties. I felt I was
being intensely watched and I suddenly turned at Asha and found she had
taken her eyes of me. I could understand her curiosity.  She might have not
seen another woman naked and eager to see if a married woman's pussy is
bigger than hers and perhaps anxious to compare it with hers. I decided to
start giving some sex lessons to her as requested by my sister in law. I
removed my bra and panties and I put a turkey towel around my body covering
my breasts and pussy. My big thighs and cleavage was visible to her. Asha
was eagerly looking at hem of my towel, so as to get glance of my pussy. I
decided to give her a bird's view and adjusted my towel and in the process
she could see my dark bush. I saw her surprise at seeing my bush.  I have
not shaved for a long time and it was indeed a good forest. Asha was lying
on the bed with eyes half shut. She was wearing a middy and top. The middy
was moved upwards and I could see her bare thighs. She had beautiful thighs
there were small hairs on it. I then moved my hands to tie up my hair and
gave the girl an opportunity to see my shaved armpits. I used to get my
armpits shaved by a woman who visits my flat twice a week. Asha seemed
surprised at seeing my armpits shaved. I don't think in India rural woman
shave their pits.

I moved to the bed and asked Asha "Do you want to bath?". "Yes", came the
reply. "Okay, then we can have a bath together". "We both moved to the
bathroom and I turned the shower on. Water started to sprinkle over us and
I hugged Asha and stood under the shower. "Have you bathed with another
person?" , I asked her. "No" she said. "Well you may have to bath together
with your husband after marriage, men used to sneak into bathrooms in the
first year of the marriage and after some years they never bother to enter
even if we slipped on the floor", I said.

"Ok, let me bath you dear", saying this I began removing her clothes. I
removed her middy and blouse.  She was wearing a black brassieres, it
looked sexy on her. I was anxious to see her boobs, I removed the bras
clips and her panties. Thus she was naked before me. Water was falling on
her head, and it then flowed towards her hairy mount via the channel
between her breasts. Her pussy triangle was fat and rounded and hairy. I
put my fingers into her pussy and asked her questions.

"Have you ever put your fingers into your cunny?"
"No aunt, only when it itches".
"Ok, what do you know about marriage, do you know what a man and woman do
after marriage".
"Yes, they put their banana into our holes".
"Have you seen any banana?"
"Yes".
"Whose?".
"My father used to drink during festivals and he sleeps naked in the
morning and I have seen his banana."
"Any others?"
"One old man used to come to the pond while we take bath and he used to
show us his penis".
"Which is bigger, his or your father's?"
"My father's".
"Any other penis you have seen?"
"I have not, but I have touched some."
"You have touched penis! And did not see that how came that?" , I exclaimed.
"Well , when I was young, I was sleeping with my grand father. One night I
felt my skirt moved upwards and he was rubbing my pussy.".
"Your grand father?!, my father-in-law", I could not believe her words.
My god!, I was considering him as a lovable and respectable old man. I
could not believe him doing such nasty things to his grand daughter. But
her talk interested me, I felt my pussy getting wet not by water, but with
my love juice.
"Then what did he do?"
"He put my hands to his penis, it was bigger at night. He asked me to shake
it well. While I was shaking his penis, he used to rub my pussy with his
fingers".
"Then what did he do".
"He will get lower and suck my pussy and I have to take his penis in my
mouth afterwards".
Again I was shocked. The great old man of our family into pedophile and
that too to his own grand daughter!, it was really shocking to me. I have
also had my daughter sleeping with them in their room.
"What else he did?"
" He will make me shake his penis well and get it bigger and bigger. When
its biggest he will lay over me and move his penis between my thighs until
a gum like liquid is spread on my thighs.", Asha revealed.
"In some days he will not get this gum like liquid out, then I have to suck
his penis imagining it as an ice fruit until the gum is out."
"How does it taste?"
"Salty, and smelling like a ladies finger."
"Have you ever put his penis into your hole?"
"No, he never did it".
Thank God, I am relieved.

I was putting my fingers deeper and deeper into her while hearing her
experiences with grandfather. I could feel her pussy getting heated up. I
pulled her out of shower and kneeled before her and kissed her pussy and on
her thighs. I kissed on her buttocks and between her legs. Finally I
discovered her small clitoris with my lips. I decided to make her an
orgasm.  It would help her in her later life. God has created man and woman
as self sufficient. Masturbation is one of the best blessings of God.

Asha was shaking violently. Her tiny hairs were rising all over her body.
Her breasts were also rising.  She was breathing heavily and I could see
her occasionally feeling her breasts with her hands. I removed my towel and
laid Asha on the mosaic floor. Shower was running with less intensity. I
adjusted the tap so that we could feel that we are lying in a monsoon
shower. I put my hands on each side of her and put my hairy pussy on her
small sparsely haired pussy and started rubbing on her pussy.  I took both
of her small breasts in my mouth and licked them with my tongue.

This act offered her more pleasure. She was moving her legs together. I
turned clockwise and took all of her cute pussy in my mouth. I explored it
using my soft tongue. I touched her outer folds and then moved to the inner
side. Her small clit was slowly rising up. I took her exposed clit into my
mouth and gently started to suck on it, simultaneously flicking my tongue
over and around it. I did it very lightly or very aggressively. Then I
began rolling my tongue into a tube _around_ the shaft of her clitoris. I
made my tongue slide it up and down. Thus my tongue made her tiny pussy for
her clit to fuck. Thus I tried to bring her over the edge. "Aunty, please
don't bite there, yes but kiss there, yes, aunty, I will do the same to
you, aunty you are so good ..good..yes, take me to heaven aunty".  She was
squirming under me, then she asked me, "Aunty, I just want to do the same
to you, I want to eat your big pussy,auntie..allow me to eat your hairy
pie". I obliged and I moved my hairy pussy just over her mouth and Asha
greedily reached to suck there. The room was slightly getting filled with
the musky perfume of two pussies and its juices. Asha was frantically
trying to please me. But the inexperience was evident.

Asha was getting goose bumps all over her, her golden globes were erected.
She was pressing them with one hand and pressing my bigger breasts with
other. "Asha, suck my clit, upper dear, yes, take that thing, suck it
outwards dear...yah...yes...no...not like that..suck it out like what you
did to your grandpa", I directed. "I did not get you aunt." Fuck, I took my
hands downward and spread my pussy folds and took the big clit outside and
put it into her lips. "Now, suck it bitch, as I did to you", I got angry.

"Aunty, I am getting pleasure, put your tongue more deep", she cried.
"You small cunt, is this enough for you".
"Aunty, you big cunt, am I not eating you well".
"Don't talk, keep your lips like a limpet, I will fuck you else".
"Oh , aunty, fuck me, fuck me with your clit, how big is this, it is a
small banana".
"Are you getting pleasure dear".
"Yes, auntie, you are the best"
"Better than your grandpa?"
"Yes, better than even my grandma!"
Grandma!, was I hearing correctly. "Your grand mother, you said?".
"Yes aunty, I had eaten her big cunt!"
"Ok, dear I will finish this off, you bite my clit, without applying your
teeth"
"Am I ok, aunty, you are so hairy, I can't put my tongue deeper".
"You bitch, suck my asshole too".
"Aunty, I will do aunty, I will do whatever you do, please speak dirty to
me aunty, I love it".
"Ok, you skinny, I will bite your clitty".

I fingered her frantically , one finger in her cunt hole and another in her
asshole. I did not take my tongue from her clitoris even for a moment. Then
I felt her climax. She collapsed on the floor".  I then turned her over and
lay on her with my pussy facing her buttocks. I pressed my big boobs on her
smooth back.I took my nipples and inserted them between her armpits. I then
took my clitoris and inserted into her asshole. Soon I attained my seventh
heaven.

We complete our bath, and dressed and slept for the night. Asha told me to
tell about her adventures with grandma later. This monsoon wedding is going
to be a hell better than my granny's funeral.  Continued in next part.

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