Date: 11 Aug 2001 22:27:23 -0700
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Kerala Chapter 2 (Adult Youth F/f, F/F, F/f)
Warning:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between girls and women. If this type of
content offends you, or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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Kerala
Chapter 2
By
Jan
An English missionary came to the village of my
grandmother's one time when I was staying with her. He set up
a podium with a lectern at the front of the villager's stage. He
told us that he was going to teach us the word of Christ. But his
speech always turned out to be about how Indian's mistreated
the homeless people without money. Every time he tolled us
that it was shameful how we treated our poor, the villagers
snicker, chuckle or laugh. He ranted that it was shameful that
we would laugh at the poor. He finally stormed of the stage in
disgust.
He did not know that in our language the word we use to
refer to the female anatomy that English speaking countries call
a "pussy" is pronounced the same as the word English use for
the homeless without money --"poor". That was why members
of the village found his speech so amusing.
The same summer that my aunt had taken me to bed with
her, my grandma and my aunt were invited to a wedding in a
village a days travel away, so I stayed at Grannie's with a couple
of house servants.
Not long after they left the woman that was the village
barber came to the door. Her name was Janaki and she was at
least 40-years old. She asked for food. I was happy to give her
some food. And we started talking as I got it for her.
She asked me if I had started growing pubic hair and
menstruating yet?
I told her that I had reached puberty at age 11 and
admitted to growing hair.
She told me that I would have to shave that then or the
hair would cause perspiration to stain my school clothes in the
crotch of my panties and under the arms of my blouse with a
yellow stain.
I wanted to find out what it was like to be shaved like my
aunt was. So we drew a bucket of water and went to the
outhouse under a tree where it was cool.
She asked me to remove my blouse.
I was shy and tried to cover my breasts with my hands,
but she made me raise my arm over my head to expose my
underarm. She shaved it quickly and turned me and lifted the
other arm so that she could shave it too. This being my first
time to be shaved under the arms it tickled me terribly. I was
dancing around on my toes and it felt like I needed to pee.
While she shaved me she was brushing the backs of her
hands and her palms over my young breasts accidentally. My
little black nipples were as hard as rocks.
Then came the important part of her work. She asked me
to hike up my skirt and keep it above my waist while she shaved
me. I was reluctant to lift my skirt because I stopped putting
panties on when I visited Grandma's so that my aunt could play
with me when she wanted to do it.
I finally lifted my skirt for her and she looked at my cunt
for awhile and admired it. She ran her fingers through my hair.
Then she wet her hands in the water and wet my pubic hair. She
used a jasmine scented soap to lather up the hair. Then she
shaved me very carefully. It felt so good when she pulled my
labia down so she could scrape all hair from my lips.
When she was done I wanted to drop my skirt but she kept
washing it then drying it then applying scented oils to the skin.
She told me that she had shaved every pussy in the village and
had never seen a prettier one. She told me she wanted to kiss it.
I leaned back against the wall of the coconut palm walls
of the outhouse and thrust my cunt up to meet her mouth. She
attacked it ferociously. I was at my wits end from the thrill. She
lay me on the floor of the outhouse and spread my legs wide and
ate my pussy. Here I was with my dress gathered around my
waist and a mad, 40-year old woman sucking my cunt at the
same time she was squeezing my breasts like balls that we
played with at school.
I thought she had gone mad and was begging her to stop
before a servant found us. Nothing would stop her. Soon I gave
up all hope of stopping her and my feet were pounding the mat
on the floor. When she slipped a finger into my asshole I just
gave up and climaxed in her mouth.
Fortunately the compound was very large and no prying
eyes were around. I have to admit that she was a connoisseur at
eating pussy. I felt like I had been hit on the back of the head by
an iron bar when I came.
She quietly picked up her tools and left. I lay there for a
few minutes while I recovered. I was dressed and recovered
before Grandma and my aunt got home. My aunt was in for a
surprise that night when we went to bed.
We did not see each other much after that. But when I
visited my Grandmother she always dropped by to shave me and
beg me to let her eat my pussy. So she shaved 3 or 4 times a
year long after I was married off to a man who's horoscope was
in-line with mine.
-- * --
I had to live with his family and my parents had to spend
80 percent of their life savings from their teaching jobs to feed a
wedding party of 800 people. To Indian men, marring a virgin
is very important. The white sheets should be stained. And in
southern India proper women do not shave and they cover their
arms at all times. Only whores from Bombay ride trains and
busses with sleeveless dresses and shaved armpits. The men
ogle them like pinups. So after the wedding was arranged I let
my pubic hair grow.
The wedding started by us drinking milk from the same
glass. Then sharing a ripe banana. We were in a nuptial suite
on our wedding night and he lifted my sary up after we drank the
milk and ate the banana. He reached into my panties and felt the
hair. His grin showed he was pleased with what he found. He
lay me on the bed and undressed himself and me. I had seen my
father nude before so the sight of a male member was no
surprise to me, but his was dark and had an ugly purple head on
it. He spread my legs wide and guided his cock into me with
one hand. He thrust his hips into me hard. I was dry and it hurt
when he did it. To make sure I bled on the sheet I managed to
reach under my leg like I was going to hold them open and with
a metal thimble with a spike on it I scratched the lips of my cunt
to make it bleed.
When he came inside me he rolled over onto his back and
snored in a very short time. I almost cried thinking that this was
going to be my life. He was pleased with himself in the morning
to find a red bloodstain under my ass on the sheets.
I was soon pregnant with my first child. When my time
came they called the barber Janaki because she was the local
midwife too. She had no formal training but learned her trade
from her mother as they had done for centuries. She was there
for all of the post delivery treatment.
In India post delivery treatments are important; it is done
in a very specific way. We are bathed in a tub of hot water for
an hour at a time for 60 days. The elderly women of the village
take charge of the care of the new mother and baby during that
time.
Janaki was famous for her skill in treating new mothers.
On the fifth day when I returned to my grandmother's home
from the hospital she came to take charge of my care. No men
are allowed in the home of the mother for 60 days. The idea I
believe behind this is to prevent the man from causing the
mother to become pregnant for a couple of months.
Janaki bathed me and washed me every day and massaged
me for hours every day with oils and herbs. I had been shaved
in the hospital so I was very smooth. She was free to do
anything she wanted to me in the name of treatment.
Every day she would come to Grandma's at about 7 pm,
with oils and leaves. The sun was going down and it was
cooling off from the day's heat. She would help me to a special
room set up for us. She would strip me completely nude. She
would apply oils from my head to my toes very slowly. There
was no rush in her work. It was a labor of love. She would
massage me and apply a medicine in a paste form to my pussy in
the belief that it would shrink the opening faster. She would
chat with me, telling me all the gossip of the village. She would
knead my buttocks like she was kneading beard and apply
sandalwood and tamarind paste to my body every day.
Then I produced a lot of milk. My child could not drink it
all. The doctor advised me to milk my breasts so that I would
not stop lactating. This was the best news Janaki ever heard. For
the rest of the time after the baby was feed, she would take my
nipples in her mouth and suck all the remaining milk out of me.
She was not shy about her treatments. She would even
press my breasts in front of my mother, telling her that she
didn't want them to get hard. After 20 days she put camphor
and some other things in a bowl over a fire and had me straddle
the bowl so that my pussy would inhale the fumes and get
fragrant for her nightly administrations to my pussy with her
mouth.
-- * --
Not long after the birth of my first child I had completed
my studies to become a computer technician when my
Grandmother got ill and had to go to the hospital. I was sent to
one of my uncle's home to tell them to go straight to the hospital
to see their mother.
When I arrived and told them the news my aunt asked me
if I would stay with her daughter Mini while she went to visit
her mother in the hospital. I could not refuse their request.
When they left I waited for Mini to arrive home and tell
her what had happened and that I would be staying with her. I
was pleasantly surprised to see that the skinny little girl I
remembered had grown up to be an attractive college freshman
going to a distant university. She was home on vacation. I was
immediately attracted to her sexually. But I had to be careful
how I approached her or I would be in trouble.
We did not have to make supper because her mother had
been making it before she had to leave. I tried to talk to her
while we ate about college, boys and just about everything.
Mini answered in monocyclic words. At first I thought I was
boring her, but I soon understood that she was just shy. She was
a bookworm. As the evening drew late I closed up the house
and locked the doors and windows, turning out the lights as I
went through the rooms. I decided to make my first move.
When I entered her room she was on her bed reading a
book by Mills and Boone. I stood there in front of her and told
her, "It was very hot, I have to changes these clothes and take a
bath." I removed my blouse and stood there in my bra and
panties. It was my plan to leave my blouse near her in the
pretence that I had to check the lock on the kitchen door. I left
the door to her bedroom open a little as I left. But I just walked
back quietly and watched what she did. She lifted my blouse to
her nose and smell the fragrance of my jasmine perfume and
sweat.
I was overjoyed that she was interested in my smell and
was sure that I could seduce her. I simply walked in before she
could hide what she was doing. I went right back to talking as if
I did not see her nose in my blouse. She could not look me in
the eyes. I began to brush my hair lazily looking in the dressing
mirror over my shoulder to see what she was doing.
I had not shaved my armpits in months and they had a
dark thick mat of hair. I watched her giving me furtive glances
at my armpits trying not to let me see what she was looking at. I
took my time and pulled my ponytail over my shoulder so my
back was visible to her. I took great pains removing my bra. I
rubbed both my tits after they were free. I was watching Mini in
the mirror. From the look on her face she liked the sight of my
white breasts with my black nipples in the mirror.
I turned to her and asked, "Have you started wearing a
brassier yet?"
At first, Mini could not answer me, but she finally
managed to say, "No."
I said, "Let me check to see if you are ready for one!" I
reached for her blouse before she could object. I pulled it out of
her waistband of her skirt. I had it unbuttoned in no time and
pulled it back to expose her small little breasts with her black
nipples. I reached for them and took both of them between my
thumbs and fingers and toyed with them. She just sat there with
her breasts rising and falling as she breathed. I pulled the
blouse off her arms and tossed it to the foot of the bed.
I laid her on the bed and placed her arms over her head. I
put my mouth on her hard little nipples. I sucked both tits until
she was bucking up and down on the bed. Then I buried my
nose in her armpit and smelled the sweat in her hair. I licked
her armpits until she was begging me to stop, but when I tried to
pull my head back she pulled me back to her armpit. I turned
her over on her tummy to remove her skirt and panties. I pulled
her hair up over her head and kissed the back of her neck at the
short curly hairs and reveled in the salty taste of her sweat. I
worked my way down her white back as I pulled her skirt down
with her panties. She kicked them off her legs in her hurry to
get nude for me. I followed a trail of sweat down her back to the
two dimples on her hips. I could not resist planting a wet kiss on
the swell of both cheeks of her ass.
Then I turned her over and looked at her cunt for the first
time. What a thrill I got. Her fine black hair started just below
her navel and spread out as it went down until her cunt lips were
hidden behind a fine mesh of black hair. I wanted to find her
clitoris with my finger but her legs were held tightly together.
I took another tact and put my face right over the crack
and blew air on it. I followed that by sticking out my tongue and
licked the hairy crack with the tip of my tongue. I reached for
both nipples and pinched them both gently. Soon her legs
relaxed and I parted the labia with my tongue. I did a tap, tap on
her love button with the tip of my tongue until the only parts of
her touching the bed was the back of her head and the heels of
her feet. She was clawing my back with her fingernails.
I put both hands under her ass and held the cheeks as I
sucked her clit into my mouth like I would soft ice cream. Her
body was covered in sweat as she had probably her first orgasm.
She was screaming out things like fuck me, fuck me, stick your
nasty tongue in my pussy you bitch. She finally relaxed and fell
asleep in my arms.
I let her sleep for a couple of hours, but the fire in my cunt
was driving me crazy. I kissed her on the mouth as I pinched
one of her nipples until she was awake. She looked up at me
with the sweetest smile on her face. She looked like an angle at
just that moment.
She went right for my full breasts and sucked them like
my baby had been doing for years. She was thrilled to find I
was still lactating and drank my warm milk like a baby. When
my breasts were empty she went for my skirt. I knew that she
would be inexperienced and she would take too long to make me
cum. So I stood by the bed and dropped my skirt and took off
my panties. Mini was looking at my hairy cunt like she had
never seen one in her life.
I got on top of the bed and straddled her head and lowered
my cunt to her mouth. She reached up with her mouth to meet
it. I was facing her feet and took both nipples in my fingers as I
rode my crotch against her mouth. Her tongue was out and she
tasted my salty clitoris, my cunt and my smelly asshole. I rode
her until I climaxed in her mouth. I could feel the juice flow
into her mouth and that greedy little girl drank every drop.
When I dismounted, her face was covered in a film of my pussy
juice. I had no idea that I could produce so much liquid. We
showered together and got ready for bed. We slept together that
night. When my uncle and aunt got home in the morning they
scolded us for sleeping until 9 AM.
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