It’s a long story, so please be patient while reading it. I promise it is interesting.
A remote disconnect Indian village, 1970.
“Enough is enough, we have suffered too long. What we should do now is unite as a village and fight together against this problem of ours.” A speech was given by a brown-skinned obese bald guy over a microphone as he stood on a stage addressing the crowd of about 100-150.
It was a village crowd with mostly men in dhoti-kurta sitting on the floor watching the man speak. They were applauding to every statement of his. Meanwhile, not much far away in a house bathroom, a woman was bathing. Fair flawless skin, silky black hair, and whitish eyes. With every bucket of water she put on her she shivered and then cleaned herself thoroughly.
C cup breast, pointy light brown nipples with small areolas. Except for her head full of hair and eyebrows, there was not a single strand of hair on her entire body. In the dimly lit bathroom, she appeared like a princess, unfit to be a part of the not-pretty crowd we saw outside.
The speech was loud enough and she was listening. Her heart was racing in response to what she heard. All of a sudden she decided to pleasure herself, squeezing her tit with her left hand while fingering her pussy with the right. She was a 19-year-old, but with a body much mature for her age.
Pushing her boob up she started licking the tip of her nipple which was erect already. Meanwhile, she had stuffed two fingers inside her vagina and started moving it in and out. “Ah.aah… aaah.” she started moaning loud, not bothering if anyone would hear her. She fingered herself vigorously until she climaxed.
Once done she dried herself and then directly put on the white kurta-pajama that was hanging on the door. It was a short kurta that ended above her hip, while the pajama was a low waist. The result of this some part of her belly was visible. On top of that, she was dressed such if positioned properly in light one might be able to see her nipples through her kurta.
Meanwhile, back to the crowd, the man continued to speak, “.We need help and thankfully she came to us like a savior.” He said while smiling, “What can I say about her, she is the prettiest woman I have ever met. She is bold, confident and has the willingness to do anything to help us with our problem. Without wasting any more time let me bring out the person you were waiting for, Kumari Kanti Chavatt.”
When the name was announced the same woman we saw in the bathroom stepped out on the stage. She was wearing the same white kurta-pajama. She had put on a bright red lipstick which enhanced her beauty. “Thank you, Sarpanchji (the leader of the village)”, she said in a shaky voice.
Her hands were shivering. She tried to hold the mike but then didn’t do it. She was nervous and there were fear and doubt on her face.
“I am returning home tomorrow, so as a thank you, I want to give you all this, parting gift.” She stammered. Stepping away from the mike she went close to the edge of the stage and did the unthinkable. In front of the staring crowd, she untied the pajama’s nada (thread) and then dropped it down to expose her bare bottom to the already wide open eyes of 100-150 villagers.
“Aaaaahhh!!” a scream was heard.
Six weeks ago, a young naïve looking girl in a pink frock was sitting next to her mother on a red bus. The girl was Kanti, but she looked different, almost unrecognizable. The long journey had made her face dull and covered in dust. Her hair was neatly braided in pigtails.
She was wearing a full-length non-provocative frock. All in all, she looked like how a 19-year old should. She was drowsy and the moment and like a cute little girl, from time to time she was falling asleep but waking up when the bus hit a pothole and then trying to go back to sleep.
Many years ago Kanti’s mother had left her village to go work in the city. Since then she got married, gave birth to Kanti and brought her up all by herself after her husband died. This was the first time the mother was returning to her village along with her only child. They were visiting for a wedding.
Kanti’s mother had two younger brothers and the elder one was getting married. Both the women were given a warm welcome and were made to settle down. Kanti had two Mamas (mother’s brother) but she was closer to the younger one Bhargav who had visited them in the city many times.
Meanwhile, the elder Raghav was a mystery to her. Kanti was very happy meeting her relatives and quickly got into the spirit of the wedding enjoying the festivities. She was happy and cheerful, that is until she saw the bride. It took her a few good looks to realize that the woman marrying her Raghav mama was pregnant.
Her oddly huge belly was proof. “Bhargav mama!” Kanti asked while passing by, “Why is he marrying a woman carrying the baby?” She asked but he didn’t respond. He simply smiled, patted on her back and walked away.
She asked a couple more times but getting no answer, Kanti decided to forget it. She had other things to do at the wedding. Kanti had met a boy, Nipun. A cute little boy who had just turned 18. She took very much interest in him. Among the many people Bhargav mama introduced her to, one of them was a woman engaged to Bhargav.
Kanti’s younger mama too was planning to get married which is why he called her for the wedding. Sujatha, her name, had come to the wedding with her brother. It was a five-day wedding and Kanti was enjoying every moment of it. “Kanti, please call Bhargav, will you?” asked her mother.
Kanti nodded and with excitement and went to look. She went to his room just to find that it was locked from inside. She knocked a couple of times, but in this loud music wedding atmosphere, nothing would be audible. She went around to find a window open. She pushed it to see inside. What she found was shocking.
Sujatha, Bhargav’s fiancée was being vigorously pounded by her brother. They were having nasty naked sex in the bed where Bhargav slept. It’s not like Kanti didn’t see people having sex before, she was not a virgin either. But the thought of doing with her brother. and cheating on her favorite mama.
Kanti would have forgotten the incident if it was a onetime thing. In the following days, Kanti saw Sujatha suspiciously walking out of places with her brother; store room, bathroom, rooftop, even outdoor garden. “Do you know what Sujatha is doing with her brother?” Kanti asked Bhargav.
“Yes. And please call her Mami.” Said Bhargav as he smiled, patted on her back and walked away. This was turning out to be a bad wedding experience for Kanti as could only think about her two soon to be maamis, cheating on their to-be husbands. Also watching Sujatha having sex was getting her excited.
She decided to do the sin with virgin boy Nipun. Nipun was not mature enough and Kanti had been flirting with him for days. There were times when she even tried to kiss him, but he dodged it. One evening she grabbed his hand and took him to a dark storeroom. She locked it from inside.
“Wait! What are you doing, let me go!” shouted Nipun.
Kanti was much bigger than Nipun in size, so she stopped him, resting him by the wall she spoke, “Nipun, you are an adult now. It’s about time you should know what adults do.”
With those words, she went ahead and kissed him on the lips. She maintained the lip lock until he was out of breath. In that one kiss, she taught him so much. The warm breath, the soft touch, and the wet tongue action. A couple of kisses later, Nipun suddenly burst into tears.
Kanti stepped back seeing him cry. He took a pause before he spoke. “The best! this is the best feeling I have felt in my life. Thank you, thank you very much.” He joined hands after wiping his tears of joy. He fell on his knees.
“Shut up!” said Kanti. “We are not done yet. Take off your clothes.” She ordered. Nipun was hesitant but in this dark storeroom, Kanti appeared scarier than usual. Nipun had stripped down to his underwear. He simply stood there covering his crotch area with his hands.
“Take it off.” She said pointing at it.
“No. No.” he resisted.
“Take it off.” She raised her voice.
“No. I won’t,” he said.
Kanti then lost patience and went ahead pulling down his underwear. What she saw dangling in front of her face made her burst into laughter. After all that happened between them, his penis was still soft. A tiny little-shrunk thing, a baby penis. She went ahead and grabbed it hoping it would get bigger.
She squeezed it, rubbed it, but nothing happened. “I know what you need.” She said, “Motivation.” She went down on her knees and started sucking his penis. The way in which she latched on to his dick made her look professional, but still, it wasn’t working.
“Still holding back, huh?” she smiled. Standing back she took off the frock she was wearing. Seeing her strip, Nipun covered his eyes. As he peeked through his fingers he saw that she was stripping further, taking off her underwear.
“Do you even know what a woman looks like underneath her clothes?” she asked. “I do. I have a baby sister.” He replied. “I’m not talking about a girl.” She said while walking close to him. From time to time she looked at his penis which was still soft.
“This is how a woman’s body looks like.” She said guiding his hands to place them on her tits, squeezing them. “Ahhh, and how it feels.” They were two big balloons, too much for the small hands of Nipun.
“Still nothing?” She looked down. She pushed him on the floor and went on top to try certain porno moves. Meanwhile, Nipun simply closed his eyes and reacted to what she did.
Continuous failure was worrying Kanti as she thought, “Did he lie about his age? There’s no man who isn’t aroused by, Cunty’s (sounds like Kanti) touch.” That’s what she called herself. She was worried and so, still naked both of them sat and talked. As Nipun spoke things began to be clear in Kanti’s mind.
“This village is cursed. It is called ‘Village of the Virgin Men.’” He explained, “I have studied about sex in school. But the truth is none of the men of this village are capable of having sex. They don’t get a hard-on at all, including me. That’s why people get married only when the woman is pregnant, you might have noticed.” Nipun hinted.
“If a girl of this village wants to get married, she is sent away to have sex and then return to the guy she loves with a baby in her belly.” Kanti was shocked to learn the truth. Both of them got dressed and got out of the storeroom. Kanti was sad and depressed, the words ‘Village of the Virgin Men’ was echoing in her head.
“This means Bhargav mama also can’t.” she couldn’t finish the sentence. Sitting next to Bhargav’s room, she heard moans. But she was not paying attention. A few minutes later the door opened and Sujatha and her brother walked out. Kanti saw her but didn’t react. A minute later Bharav too walked out of the same room.
“I must fix this.” Pledged Kanti. After the wedding was over when the mother prepared to leave, Kanti decided to stay as she still had six weeks of vacation left. Kanti was a naughty girl, all her friends in the city knew it, but soon the village was going to find out. After her mother was gone Kanti was free as a bird outside the cage.
She got rid of her bras and panties and started dressing provocatively. See-through clothes, skimpy dresses that revealed more skins. She started flirting with the men of the house. Randomly kissing on their lips, slapping their bum. The following days there were a lot of wardrobe malfunctions, bending down to accidentally flash her nipples, climbing the ladder giving a clear view of her naked bottom.
Her loose towel after a bath, that fell quite a lot of times. The family members noticed the change, but oddly they didn’t talk about it. Kanti didn’t leave the house in this state, until one day. There was a puja in the house for the newlywed and entire village was called for the feast.
There was some hesitation on Kanti’s part, but she decided to wear just her pink sleeveless, low neck and short length frock, which she had altered. The entire village got a glimpse of what only Kanti’s husband should see. A few days later the village Sarpanch paid a visit. He made Kanti sit down for a talk.
Even then, as Kanti sat with her legs spread wide to show off her bare pussy. The Sarpanch was excited but no arousal. “Kanti beta (daughter), the kind of clothes you wear are inappropriate.” He said. “People are seeing things they shouldn’t.”
For the first time, Kanti was scared. Her intention was pure but her method might be offensive. Still, gathering courage she tried to explain it to Sarpanch. While she poured her heart out, unintentionally her dress slipped upwards exposing more and more of her thighs. While Sarpanch’s ears were with what she said, his eyes were on her legs.
It didn’t take much time to convince him. With his green light, Kanti decided to expand her circle. She walked around like a slut all over the village. Although there was no reaction from the villagers, Kanti used to get very much aroused. He pussy was always wet and dripping every time she went out.
Kanti continued to live simple village life, doing chores, seeing new places in the village, bonding with people. She was getting more physical with men, touching them, kissing them, occasionally pressing her breast on them. There was one time when she went to get some vegetables but she was short of some cash.
So she cut a deal with the salesman. She went around the table and let him suck on her tit as long as he wanted. Still, there was no arousal. “What a disappointment. Had I behaved the same way in the city, I would be at the center of a 24×7 gang bang.” She said to herself.
Kanti’s vacation was coming to an end. She had failed to achieve what she pledged to, five weeks ago. Though it wasn’t a complete failure. She had taught villagers to take pleasure through their mouths as they started kissing publicly. But that wasn’t enough for her.
After a long detour finally we come back to the present. Kanti was standing on the stage with her bottom exposed. As she walked on the stage, the villagers were following her naked butt that jiggled as she walked. Then suddenly,
“Aaaaahhh!!” a man screamed in the crowd. Hearing it Kanti ran to that person. That guy was Nipun, the naïve 18-year-old Kanti tried to take advantage of. Something violent was happening in his pants. His dick was moving as if a snake in his pants.
“Show us!” Kanti demanded. But he refused.
“Show us!” She repeated raising her voice. He still refused.
Eventually, Kanti went ahead and ripped off the thin fabric shorts he was wearing. While most of the crowd was blind to what was happening, the people nearby saw. It was an erection, first time after decades of a dry spell.
At that moment his dick was unusually active, going soft and then hard very fast, moving up down, sideways, moving like a snake. Nipun was embarrassed and so was his dick, struggling to stay hard. Eventually, it happened. His dick stayed erect for enough time for cum to erupt from the tip.
It was just a few drops oozing out and trickling down the shaft. But this was rare, something worth celebrating. Everybody applauded, as Kanti took Nipun to the stage. While Kanti was shameless about walking partially nude, Nipun covered his dick that returned to the shrunken state.
Standing in front of the mike Kanti spoke loudly, “I know what the solution to this curse is. Let’s get rid of this shame, let us together be SHAMELESS.”
Saying these words Kanti took off the white short kurta she was wearing and stood completely naked in front of all. As she looked expectedly at the villagers to do the same, there was a long silent pause with no reaction.
END
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