I have come to know many more problems which Indian women suffer only and only in the matter of sex. Most basic problem suffered by them is sexual satisfaction – that is the lack of it. Indian male are so obsessed with their own sexual arousal and satisfaction that they seldom care about whether their spouse has enjoyed the sexual act or not.

They are not to blame for that. Our upbringing and our sick social traditions have always projected sex as an immoral act. Any man or woman indulging in sex for the pure pleasure of it is a social outcast. Unfortunately.

Our history is however different. Our culture had accepted sex as an integral part of daily living. The great sage Vatsayayana wrote ‘KAMASUTRA’ which is an eulogy to the Indian advancement in matters of sex. It is and will remain as the most complete book ever written on sex. The scientific and social research which has gone through in writing the book is ample testimony that we Indians had great knowledge of sex. Our temples, our traditions, our rituals are symbols of sex. Sex was a divine and spiritual endeavor and not a shameful act. This thought process was brought in with the Islamic influence. The purdah system and moralities changed the outlook towards sex. Sex suddenly became taboo. It was enjoyed indoors and was considered to be an immoral act. It was meant only to produce children and physical enjoyment especially of women was blasphemous. The later British rule further made sex into a taboo subject. Britishers converted sex into a sin.

The Mughals and the Britishers went away but their moral and sexual ideologies had taken deep roots in the psyche of our society. Indian society which at one point of time considered sex as a natural process, now believed it as a sin. If anybody has suffered the aftermath of this ideology then it has been the Indian Woman. Men have analyzed the sexual code to suit their selfish reasons. But women have been told to suppress their sexual needs. I wish to categorically state here that I in no way wish to antagonise the Indian males. But if you all honestly study the subject you will realise that what I have stated is absolutely true. My second intention is to put forth my views and the views of my sisters before you all. I want you to rethink and evolve. And I guarantee you with your sexual evolution you will benefit as much as the female sex. Sexual enjoyment is not the preserve of only males, you give us our pleasure and you will see that the sexual pleasures are going to be manifold.

Inspite of the system and the social mores there have been many women who have asserted their sexuality. I am one of them. I am proud to proclaim it. I am also proud of my husband who has co-operated me immensely with his progressive ideology. I know many more women who have asserted their sexuality. I wish to also make another point here. I do not advocate free sex and immoral sex. I do not want open sex. I wish to propose sex within husband and wife as equal partners. And if any of the two sex is a failure, I propose that the other sex should give option to his/her spouse to fulfill her sexual needs. This all should be within the parameters of home, hearth and society.

I was introduced to this ideology by my sister-in-law – Girija Devi. She is my husband’s elder brothers wife. They stay in Kerala in a small village at the outskirts of Kottayam. As I had narrated to you, my husband had become impotent due to consumption of wrong medicine. This happened nearly three years back. At that time I had gone to Kerala on my yearly vacation. I had visited all my relatives houses one by one. Girija Chetathi (Sisiter-in-law) talked to me on telephone and invited me to their house. My husband had left me in Kerala and gone to Bombay since he did not have much leave. My husbands elder brother came to my in-laws house to take me to their house. I reached their house in the evening at 6.30. p.m. alongwith my two daughters. My elder daughter must have been around five years old and my younger one was around two years old at that time. Girija Chetathi received my with a broad smile and hugged me. I could see that she was really happy to see me. She immediately took my daughters in her arms and showered them with lots of affection. She was a genuinely nice lady. She had always been nce to me when I had visited her earlier. She used to pamper me a lot and always used to load me with lots of gifts.

Girija Chetathi is around forty-five years old. She is round and rotund. A plump body, thick waist with her navel slightly protruding and jutting out. She had big boobs, which added a dimension to her round-ness. She had beautiful long black hairs, which reached, well below her buttocks. I saw that she had many strands of white hairs now. Her face was typically malayali. Beautiful black eyes, luscious lips and a very homely expression. I had seen her youth snaps and she was a real beauty. But the most attractive part of her was her skin. She had a golden complexion. Her skin glowed in a typically malayali hue. In contrast her husband , Gopalan Chetan (Brother) was plain and simple. He had a good personality. He was a rustic and simpleton. He was a hard working person looking after our Coconut and Rubber farms, which were just adjacent to our family house. He had loyally looked after our farms and always sent us our share every season. My husband treated him and chetathi with utmost respect. He had told me that his chetan had really brought him up as his own child. Gopalan Chetan and Girija Chetathi had two children. Saroja was the elder daughter now married and living in Bangalore. Krishnan was their son who was about 23 yrs old and studying engineering in Chennai. Chetathi and Chetan had finished their responsibilities and were leading a relaxed life. Girija Chetathi was a deeply religious person and was all the time fasting and involved in her prayers. In and around the village she was held in high esteem for her devoutness and was called to all poojas and religious ceremonies as a guest of honour. She was a very good singer and she enthralled the audience with her beautiful bhajans (devotional songs). Chetan himself was a religious person but due to the family business he was fully occupied in day to day affairs.

Coming to my visit to their house, we all had dinner and after gossiping a lot, we all went to sleep. I was also tired due to the journey and I had a very peaceful sleep. Next day, in the morning, Gopalan Chetan, told me ‘ Jaya Mollay, since you have come here, I am thinking of visiting Trivandrum. I have lots of pending work there. I have to attend urgent bank, loan and insurance matters. Also some payments are due from the market. It is nice that you have come. Now I can relax and go. Otherwise your Chetathi would have been alone here. Stay here for some days. I will be back within three-four days. Ok. Do you want anything from Trivandrum”. I answered him ” No Chetan, thanks. I am here and I will give company to Girija Chetathi”. He then left on the his cycle for the village highway where he would get a direct bus for Trivandrum. After he left, I had my tea and gave my daughter bath. Chetathi had already finished her bath and was busy in her daily pooja. After she completed her pooja she told me to take bath and herself put oil in my head and gave me a good massage. She then told me that she is going to the backyard to hang the washed clothes for drying and told me to take bath quickly. I collected my clothes etc and went to the bathroom. I opened the tap and took off all my clothes and when I was about to take the soap from the bathroom window sill, I glanced outside. The scene which I saw completely shocked me. The Girija Chetathi who was so religious and devout was talking to a man in the back yard. The man was about 25 yrs old with coal black body, bare and I could see his well built and chiseled body. He had tied a white towel to his head, wore a lungi (a wrap around cloth worn at the hips) and held a sickle in his hand. Chetathi and the man were talking animatedly. The man was wildly gesturing to her and she was trying to pacify him. Abruptly, to my utter disbelief, he embraced her and started massaging her boobs from above the blouse. Chetathi was trying to wriggle out of his grasp but the strong man had held her tightly in his arms. He then took hold of her hand and shoved it inside his lungi. Chetathi was all the time trying to free from her grasp and was trying to push him away. But the man had now taken out his huge kunna and shoved it into Chetathi’s hand. I was literally shocked out of my mind. The kunna was huge. It must have been atleast 9″ to 10″ long with two inches diametre. It was dark purple in colour and the kunna head was deep red. It was fully erect and was bobbing in her hand. He caught hold of her hand catching his kunna . But Chetathi somehow managed to loosen her grip and in this attempt she fell down. This made me scream in fear. My scream alerted the man and Chetathi was also deeply embarassed when she realised that I had seen the entire incident from the bathroom. She hurriedly got up and dusted herself. I then resumed my bath but my thoughts were filled with the scene and I was in a state of shock. I took my bath, changed into my new saree and came out. Chetathi was nowhere to be seen. I went to my room and readied myself. After half and hour when I came out, I saw that Chetathi had closeted herself in her room and locked the door from inside.

I went to their room and knocked it. I repeatedly knocked but their was no response. I heard muffled sounds of Chetathi crying but she did not reply me. I then started banging the door and after some time Chetathi opened the door. I saw that her eyes were red and swollen. She had an ashamed look in her eyes and she started sobbing loudly and kept her head on my shoulders and cried. I took her inside her room and made her sit on her bedroom. I then took hold of her face and lifted it. I then asked her “Chetathi, avan aar undairno. Nee ende na shout cheydit illiya. (who was that man. Why did you not shout)”. Chetathi started crying uncontrollably and stuffed her face in the pillow. I caressed her back with affection and tried to pacify her. I told ” Girija Chetathi, tell me what is the problem, I am like your younger sister. Share your problems with me. Please Chetathi. Please stop crying”. After some time she regained her control. I then again asked her ” Chetathi, please tell me about the problem. I will try to solve it”. She then opened up” Jaya, this man is Muthu. He sometimes works for us on daily wages. He removes the coconuts and does some menial jobs for us. Jaya, I don’t know how to tell you. But once in a moment of extreme weakness I got sexually involved with him. The incident happened so fast that we ended up having sex. But since that one incident he has been constantly harassing me. He visits me when your chetan is not home and forcefully tries to have sex with me. I don’t know how to handle him. Oh God, if the village comes to know about me I will have no face to show to anybody”. I did not know how to react. The Girija Chetathi whom everybody had so much respect had in a moment of human failure allowed herself to the sexual pleasures with another man. The act of sex in itself was nothing wrong. But Chetathi doing it was beyond my imagination. I was shocked to say the least.

I then asked her “Chetathi, tell me everything. How this incident happened”. She then said ” Leave it Jaya, what is the use. You will be shocked about your Chetathi”. I said “Nothing doing Chetathi, I will have no such thoughts. But I have to know whether you are right or wrong”. She then started narrating her incident. She said ” Jaya, you have seen our house. I have often gone to our back yard inside the Rubber trees area to collect wood for burning. Once I was collecting wood near a particular place where there were lots of bushes. I was hidden behind the bushes. At that time, Muthu came there. He was not aware that I was standing there. So Muthu, lifted his lungi and started pissing near one tree. I could see everything. And Jaya, I had never seen such a big kunna in my life. I was staring at his kunna in disbelief. He completed his job and went away. But I was excited. After a long time I felt a sexual stirring in myself. After the birth of Krishnan our sexual life had slowed down. Your chetan is a good person. He used to satisfy me completely but over the years our sexual drive has slowed down and in the last two years there has been no sex. But when I saw Muthu’s huge kunna my pooru was on fire. I wanted it badly. I wanted Muthu’s kunna inside my pooru. I was desperate to tell you frankly. I started dreaming about his kunna and having sex with him. I secretly started looking at him while he was working and often used to hide and look at him. Then one day, the inevitable happened. I saw him climb one tree just next to our compound in the backyard. Your chetan was not at home. So I deliberately went out and went to the corner of the compound and started pissing in the open. I knew Muthu must have seen me pissing but I continued to piss and sat there with my kundi towards him. I then got up and when I turned I deliberately looked in his direction. I saw that his mouth was open and I could see the lust in his eyes. When I saw him, I acted as if I was shocked but I could not hold back my smile. I think Muthu must have noticed my smile. After sometime, when I was lying in my room, I heard Muthu at the back door. He knocked softly. I went and opened the door. Muthu was standing at the door with a toothy smile and his whole black body was glistening with sweat. He stepped inside and closed the door. I shouted at him but there was no authority in my voice. He knew that I wanted him. He could read it in my eyes. He immediately caught hold of me and planted a kiss on my lips. I fought to get myself freed from his grasp, but he was very strong. Slowly, the passion which was engulfing me completely broke down my resistance and I gave in to him. He was now agitated caressing my back with his palms. Abruptly he caught hold of my mula and started squeezing it fiercely. It was painful but the raw massaging was the most pleasing sensation I had felt. I let out a moan. This was signal enough for him to understand that I was a willing partner. Then Jaya he lifted me and threw me on the bed, removed his lungi. I could see his huge kunna bobbing up and down. He thrust his kunna in my hand. It was hot and my hands grabbed the serpentine kunna in both my hands. Unwittingly I bent down and kissed the kunna and took it in my mouth. Jaya, I had never in my life taken a kunna in my mouth. But the spell of Muthu had made me senseless and I was getting deeper and deeper into the passions of sex. I felt remorse and guilty but I could not stop myself. After that Muthu tore off all my clothes from my body and roughly played with my body giving me rough raw sex. It was one of the best fucks I had. The animal manner in which Muthu pleasured my body brought me to such sexual heights which I had never imagined were possible. Jaya, after fucking me three times that day, Muthu quietly got up and went away without uttering a single word. But I was lying on the bed sexually satiated but a deep sense of guilt and remorse at the entire incident. I felt unclean and cheap. I had given into the cheap sexual needs of the body. All the poojas and prayers appeared to be a waste of time. I was also worried of the consequences of the incident. Jaya, I cannot explain the anguish I felt at that particular time. I wished that I would die”. With this Girija Chetathi started sobbing uncontrollably. I was amazed at the narration. I could not imagine my chetathi involved in this thing. It was as if whatever I had heard was a dream. I was speechless.

Girija Chetathi was an ideal for me. She had been a perfect wife, perfect mother, perfect daughter-in-law, perfect sister-in-law. She had always been good to everybody. Nobody could ever point towards any weakness. She was a picture of perfectness. But the incident was a blemish. This only showed that when it comes to sex, the demands of the body, the hunger for sexual pleasure could obsess anybody. I remembered Girija Chetathi was the first to come to me when I had come home newly married. She had embraced me and softly and confidently explained me about sex. It was our first night and I was grateful for her guidance. Over the years she had become quiet close to me. She would often tease about my sexual life but it was always light banter and nothing serious. I had often seen her nude while bathing in the Village River and so many times while changing clothes. Ours was a very special and easy relationship. As I said she was an ideal to me. But this narration had shattered me. Not because of her weakness but by the fact that if a good homely lady can fall prey to the demands of sex, then nobody was really wrong. It further confirmed my belief that sex is something to enjoy and not an avoidable and immoral act. Girija Chetathi got up and was about to go. I caught hold of her hand and said ” Chetathi, I think you have done nothing wrong”. Girija Chetathi looked at my face to see whether I was mocking her. But I gave her a reassuring smile and embraced her. I said ” Yes Chetathi, I honestly feel you have done nothing wrong. If your body was demanding sex and Muthu was able to satisfy your needs then I see no wrong in it”. Chetathi said “Jaya, still I myself am not convinced that what I am doing is correct. It is just not right. I am a very respected person in this village. I am considered a deeply religious person, a good housewife and almost respected a Devi. But if they come to know about my sexual affair I will loose faith and I will be deeply ashamed”. I intervened and said “Girija Chetathi, I agree you are well respected. You have always fulfilled your roles as wife, mother and village social person admirably. But does this negate your sexual desires. Why do you have to sacrifice your basic sexual passion, your lust for strong sex because of these hypocritical social norms. I just don’t understand”. I was animatedly advocating on her behalf. She said “You are right Jaya, but we Indian women are first and foremost respecting our social traditions. Sex is a very secondary need. Society has imposed rules wherein a homely wife is not expected or defined to have any sexual feelings. She is taken for granted as a asexual wife-mother-devi. Her desires are of no consequence to society”. I said ” You have correctly stated it. But that is injustice. And I am of the opinion you have done nothing wrong”. Chetathi added ” I don’t know. I only know that whenever I come across Muthu, I will a strange sensation. My body gets inflamed with passion. I desire raw sex from him. It is my basic instinct, a lust which I have been unable to explain even to myself”. I asked “Chetathi, how many times have you had sex with him”. She said “Oh many times. Whenever your Chetan goes to town, Muthu comes to know about it and that night he comes stealthily and he has sex with me. He just takes me without any words or love. It is purest form of raw sex. My body and his body come together in a strong union of physical climax”. I said ” Girija Chetathi, I am no hypocrite. If you enjoy sex, you are welcome to enjoy today also. Chetan has gone to Trivandrum and I do not want to be a stumbling block for your sexual enjoyment. In fact, I would be sad if you stopped due to my presence”. She did not say anything but I could see great respect for me in her eyes. She nodded in assertion. I then said “But Chetathi, I have a small request”. She said “What is it< Jaya Mollay”. I said “Chetathi, I would love to see yoiur sexual escapades. I have also been deprived of sex for long time. I would enjoy the visual sexual games and satisfy myself. Please Chetathi”. She smiled in a conspiratorial way, narrowing her eyes, with a mocking expression on her face. But then she smiled and said” O.K. Jaya, you see our fucking from the store-room window which is adjacent to my bedroom. I will keep the window partially open. O.K.”.

I was eagerly waiting for the night. We had early dinner and I put my daughter to sleep by 10 p.m.I was deep in sleep when I had knocking at the window. I quietly went to the store-room and hid myself near the window. The window was slightly open and I chetathi was on the opther side. She said”Jaya, its 12 p.m. He will be coming any moment”. After around ten minutes there was a knock on the door and she waved out to me and went and opened the door. Muthu came in. He was wearing the same lungi but had a black coloured cloth tied to his head. He came in and embraced Chetathi immediately. He was squeezing and and massaging her fiercely. Chetathi said “Muthu, nikka da. Ende atra urgency aano para (Wait man what is the urgency”. She then led him to the mattress which was laid down on the floor. Muthu was standing and Chetathi was arranging the bed sheet. Muthu immediately put his hand on her kundi (buttocks) and was caressing them. Chetathi looked irritatingly at him and gestured him to calm down. But Muthu was a rough character. He immediately grabbed her from behind and turned her around. He held her in a vice like grip and placed his lips on Chetathi’s luscious lips. Chetathi could not withstand the onslaught of raw passion and she responded with lust. They were animatedly kissing each other. Muthu was roaming his hands on her body. Caressing her mulas, her kundi , her back. Chetathi had ket her hands on his massive chest and was rubbing his nipples. They did not break the kiss for a long time, their tongues intertwining and sucking each other. Chetathi was flicking her tongue ina nd out of Muthu’s mouth and Muthu also was doing the same. Chetathi then reached out and put her hand inside Muthu’s lungi and caught hold of his kunna. I could not see her caressing his kunna. But Chetathi next with one stroke divested him of his lungi. He was wearing a brown colored underwear. Chetathi bent down and removed it. I could see his balck kundi. It was glistening with sweat. In fact, Muthu’s whole body was perspiring. I had not seen such a black kundi in my life. But his butts were well shaped and were rippling. Chetathi then very intelligently turned him slightly to facilitate me. I could now clearly see Muthus huge kunna. His purple colored kunna was at full attention saluting Girija Chetathi. She was paying tribute to his great kunna by caressing it with soft hands from the base of the kunna to the top. She then placed her soft lips on the kunna head and flicked the pre-cum oozing out of his kunna orifice. Muthu let out a low moan. Girija Chetathi then gobbled the entire kunna into her eagerly awaiting mouth. The purple kunna was now moving in-out of her moutha scene which I could not dream. Chetathi, a devout person, extremely religious, indulging in fellatio was inconceivable. But it was true. Next chetathi started slurping his kunna with her tongue like she was eating a black ice-cream. Muthu was feeling the sensations. His face registered exquisite ecstacy, the pure pleasure of her sucking-licking was seding waves of divine pleasure coursing through his kunna. He was now moaning loudly. This increased her passion and she was animatedly now bobbing her mouth on the entire length of Muthus kunna. He was also thrusting his kunna into her mouth with fierce thrusts. His kunna must have been touching her throat because many times Chetathi threw her head back with the animal force of his thrusts. Muthu grabbed her luscious hair and dug his fingers and was now ramming his kunna into her mouth. He was definitely nearing his climax since he was ramming it in like a piston. Now Chetathi had become the receiver. She was receiving each thrust in her mouth and was clamping her lips shut when his kunna was fully inside. I am sure this must have added more pleasure to Muthu. This continued for quiet a time and soon Muthu’s body jerked and he became stiff, inundating Chetathi’s mouth with his love juices. She choked on the jism unloaded by him but she swallowed it since Muthus kunna was still in her mouth. The storm abruptly subsided with Muthu withdrawing his fast receding kunna out of Girija Chetathis mouth. He fell down on the mattress in complete exhaustion. Chetathi wiped her face with the back of her hand and threw herself on Muthu’s chest. It was one of the best blow-jobs I had seen – a pure lusty bout of fellatio.

It took some time for them to recover especially Muthu. Chetathi regained her composure soon and was now nibbling his chest, licking his nipples and rubbing her face on his broad chest. She had kept her hand on his soft kunna. Muthu took the next step. He grabbed her face in both his hands and kissed her deeply. His tongue moving into her mouth searching for her tongue. Their tongues were intertwining each other and their salivas were dripping from the corner of their mouth. Muthu squeezed her mulas roughly and Chetathi let out a moan. He was massaging her mulas and nipples strongly and the pain from his rough handling of her mulas was exquisite for her. Her face was serene. The pain eventhough unbearable was pure pleasure. He rolled, mauled and massaged her nipples and mulas with his fingers and Chetathi was enjoying. Muthu started caressing her pooru, rubbing it slowly. He inserted one of his fingers into her pooru and was vigorously moving it inside out. Chetathi let out a low moan as soon as Muthu kept his fingers on her burning kandh. He increased the rotating movement on her kandh and she started lifting her hips and grinding her pooru on his hand. Soon as he stepped up his pace Chetathi too increased her speed. The manipulations of her kandh resulted in her orgasm which flooded through from her pooru with her cream. Muthu was overjoyed with the reward of her honey juices which he kneeled down near her pooru and licked clean.

But Muthu did not stop now. He held her down and spread Chetathi’s legs. Her sexy black haired cunt was inviting him to put his purple kunna deep into her pink pooru. He placed his rock-hard kunna on her pooru lips and rubbed her labia and vulva from outside. Her pooru was dripping her juices. Muthu had no difficulty in gaining entry. He gave a firm push and his kunna was inside her pooru to the hilt. Chetathi immediately wrapped her legs to his waist and started bucking her hips. He started a slow rolling fucking motion without removing his kunna from deep inside her pooru. She was moaning with pleasure and guttural sounds were coming from her. Her eyes were closed. Muthu kissed her on the lips and began a slow fuck and slowly increased his speed and soon they were fucking at a feverish pace. Chetathi was now screaming but he ignored her screaming and kept up with his furious thrusting. Girija Chetathi was now uncontrollably screaming with extreme pleasure and shouting ” Muuuuutthhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, veeeeeeyyyyyyyygggggaaaaaaam chhhhheeeeehyyyyyyy iiiiii oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo… aaaaaaaa iiiiiiiiiiiiii yyyyyyyyyy oooooooo eennnnndddeeee aaaaaaa mmmmmmmmm aaaaaa iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.. Eeeeeennnnnnndddddeee ppppppooooooorrrrrrruuuuuuuu kkkkkkkkiiiiiiii eeeeeeeeennnnnnnddddeeeeee aaaaaaaaayyyyyyiiiiiiii. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmaaaaaaaa. Nnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyaaaaaann mmmaaaaaaaaaaaarrrriiiicccc.. ppppppppppppppp ooooooooooooooooo hhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuummmmm aaaaaaahhhhhh. oooooooooohhhhhh… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa iiiiii yyyyyyooo..aaaaaahhhh..aaaaaaaahhhhh..”. Soon I realised they were both going to reach their orgasms . Muthu also realised it and he cupped her buttocks in his strong hands and started fucking her fast. He started arching his back and with a deep throated cry fiercely thrust his kunna into her pooru. He pushed his kunna deep into her pooru slowly and reached the walls of her pooru. He started grinding his kunna and rolling his hips and at the same time thrusting in small strokes. Girija Chetathi immediately wrapped her legs to his waist and started bucking her hips. Muthu meanwhile continued his slow rolling fucking motion without removing the kunna. She was moaning with pleasure and guttural sounds were coming from her. Her eyes were closed. Muthu immediately inserted two fingers in her hot-wet pooru along with his kunna and placed them on her kandh. She went berserk with pleasure. He kissed her on the lips, rolling her tongue and was now slowly fucking her. He then took one of her nipples in his mouth and slowly increased his fucking speed. Soon he forgot everything and let himself go and was fucking at a feverish pace. She was giving him good company to his shots and was bucking her hips to meet each of his deep thrusts.

But I was surprised when in a flash Muthu removed his kunna out of her pooru. There was surprise written all over her Chetathi’s face. He pulled her legs and made her lie face down, her hips thrust upwards. He lifted her legs and kept them on his waist and positioned his kunna at the gate of her inviting pooru. He then slowly put his iron-hot kunna on her pooru and again lowered it inside. Muthu started ramming her cunt in big strong strokes. He had held her legs tightly and held her thighs in his grip and was fucking her in ruthless strokes. Muthu’s cock was ramming her cunt like a piston. I could see her pooru was contracting and opening to receive his kunna. Muthu placed his palms on her boobs and massaged her nipples from behind. Chetathi lost her control. She started thrusting her kundi upwards to receive each stroke shouting ” Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. aaaaaahhhh.oooooohhhhhhh. Muuuttthhhuu, veeeeeyyyyyyyygggggaaaaaaam.hhhhheeeeehyyyyyyyiiiiii oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.. aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyyyyoooooooo eennnnndddeeee aaaaaaammmmmmmmmaaaaaa iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.. Eeeeeennnnnnndddddeee ppppppooooooorrrrrrruuuuuuuu kkkkkkkkiiiiiiii eeeeeeeeennnnnnnddddeeeeee aaaaaaaaayyyyyy iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii… aaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm aaaaaaaaaaaaaa iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Nnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyaaaaaann..mmmaaaaaaaaaaaarrrriiiicccc.. pppppppppppppppooooooooooooooooo rrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhuuuuuhh.oooooooooohhhhhh… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa iiiiiiyyyyyyooo..aaaaaahhhh..aaaaaaaahhhhh”. Girija Chetathi reached a rapturous orgasm and embraced Muthu tightly. Muthu also was triggered by her climax and with a shattering scream emptied his load into her oven hot pooru. I could see his slowly receding kunna lodged at the edge of her pooru and her honey juices were seeping out of the edges of her pooru. His kunna was also inundated with their combined juices. She was holding him tightly as if she did not want to let him go away. He removed his limp wet kunna from her pooru after a long time when he returned to consciousness. Chetathi’s pooru gushed out the divine semen honey. She grabbed his kunna and showered it with thousand of kisses and licked it dry as if she wanted to thank it for the heavenly pleasure it had bestowed on her pooru.

In this manner, dear readers, I was witness to the great natural and animal fuck of my sex filled life. A god-fearing person like Girija Chetathi had fully given her physical self to a immoral lowly Muthu. The union had no reason and logic. But I was witness to it. Their relationship could never be imagined even in dream. But desire for satisfying sex is so overpowering that it makes strangers bed-fellows. Chetathi and Muthu were as apart from each other as day is apart from night. But the evenings of sex had combined them to enjoy a blissful experience. This is the power of sex, it craves for satisfaction, pleasure and fulfillment. It does not consider caste, colour or creed barriers but in fact many barriers and frontiers are destroyed to enjoy pure pleasures of satisfying sex. The social boundaries and images are forgotten in the waves of pure lust. Relationships, marriages are kept on the back burner for sexual pleasure. This is as much true of men as for women. So why blame only women for their transgressions. Why the society only casts aspersions on women branding them as of loose character. Sex is the most natural desire of all human beings. Let there be freedom to enjoy albeit within social limits. That is my request and my hope. People like Girija Chetathi have given me lots of educationa dn I am happy that I have such dear relations as idols to look upto.

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