the story so far..…………. Indian Aunty Tales: Cool as a Cucumber – Part 1…
A vision of mother floated above her… blurred, smiling but unmovingl… her head hurt as Revathi slowly opened her eyes. She saw amma’s (mother) picture still hanging on the wall where she last remembered it. And MS’ Subbalakshmi’s rich melodious voice continued to drone on….
Her vagina felt sore like a fist had been pushed in ….yes … dear Balan had told her and shown her pics of a good fist fuck. No thank you – if he was going to spend time “loosening her up” as he called it, she wasn’t interested. Anyway they were divorced now …. hell with him.
Her eyes wandered over to the clock on the wall… my god – she had slept for fifteen minutes.. she tried sitting up. And that is when it all came flooding back to her… her grinding the cucumber for fun, the walk to the kitchen, the fall and the punch of…
and oh my god! that little green monster was still stuck in her! god! No wonder she felt full, satisfied and sore – like a long open wound in her had been sealed with finality!
Determined not to slip again, she slowly got on all fours and …with the green cucumber twisting and turning inside her…. crawled across the floor – making her even more wet and horny. squish…chik…squish…chik….the sounds were like that made by a vinyl panty and skirt! Balan had got her do that once. He had thought it was sexy! Idiot!
She reached across the hallway to a dry patch, and stood up, her legs and buttocks forced apart by the stubby solid mass wedged deep insider her bruised cunt.
She felt brave, like a warrior…. maybe this is how the sardar (Sikh) taxi drivers who intimidated her felt all the time …maybe this is what penis envy was all about!
Now how the hell was she going to get this thing out?
She had to calm down and think. Take stock of the situation and work things out … she could try squatting… Indian style… and maybe …it would just fall out… worth a try…
She stood with feet a little apart and did a sudden forceful downward squat … her butt racing in an arc towards her heels… the cucumber made first contact and slammed hard against her insides….and again that dull pain – broad, firm and at the very center of her being…! oh what a curse!
She manage to crawl and get on to her bed. Reaching over to the bedside table, she retrieved the mirror Balan’s mother had given her as a wedding gift. Lying on her back, she spread her legs wide and lowered the mirror to where she could took a good look!
The cucumber’s tip, stuck out of her cunt, like a green tortoise head coming out its dark shell. She looked at it – it looked back at her. She looked at it again.. and it looked back … again….
By now- she was in a panic and beginning to cry! Not so because of her predicament… but because of the one person in the whole world she knew she would have to call, the one person who was uniquely gifted and equipped to handle a situation like this.
Damn his corrupt soul – that boy was he going to have a field day with this! Damn him! And with that she crawled on all fours to the living room, reached for the cell phone, sat on the edge of the sofa with her ‘penis’ sticking out and dialed Balan’s number!
Balan had had a good life all through – which to him meant – booze, women and the means by which to have sex with them – anytime, anyway, anywhere and best of all naughty, unexpected, consensual sex that relied on the element of surprise. And being a manager at a five star hotel in Gurgaon, gave him a steady supply of all of the above – and more.
Although, life had not been good to him lately. Hotels were changing, the new generation was more professional and women nowadays did not like being played with in the same way they did in the 80’s. Indian women today were more self assured and just about everyone of them had a boyfriend or two, not like the old days where he was the one act in town.
What was new though, and something he was still figuring – were the number of lesbians who were joining his staff. Don’t get him wrong, while he was women-oriented as he put it, he just about respected everyone else’s sexual choice between any combination of consenting adults.
So at first when he heard Shashwati (“Shash”), the salad chef, was a ‘lesbo’ (lesbian) he had had angled for some three way action between her and her purported girlfriend, a stunning model. But this was like no Swedish lesbian movie he had seen (which usually ended up with a black guy joining the action) ……… for neither did Shash open up to him, nor it turned out she was actually available. She actually loved this other girl. What an idea! No wonder all her salads ended up looking like breasts and pussies… he got a hard on just walking past the salad counter!
The phone rang and he could scarce believe the name displayed … he let it ring a few times! Revath, she! the she-goddess of southern womanhood, the patron saint of all that was chaste, Sister Revathi, the Nunamma (“nun mother”) …. she … the pure, the chaste would condescend to call him!
“Hello…Rave!” he muttered with all the hospitality training he could bring to bear. He could scarce recognize the voice that replied at the other end… that of someone who seemed familiar, yet scared, and unsure… worse yet… a Revathi who said “Balan… I need your help…don’t laugh, I am stuck, I mean… it is stuck!”.
And with that Revathi described incoherently, how her faithfully following a naturopath’s prescription for UTI had left her with this…this cucumber wedged deep insider her “private area” as she put it. She ended again with “Balan … I need your help – fast! you work 5 minutes away from our home… please come now!”.
He did not know whether to smile or cry… or laugh. Was this funny – especially after she had made such a fuss when he had shocked her by suddenly inserting a pickling cucumber in her unsuspecting cunt! Anyway … all that was in the past! For sure this confused frustrated girl was a poor liar!
Balan may have been a rogue, but he was definitely a gentleman of the hour. Without hesitation he picked up the phone and summoned Shash to his office in a tone at once commanding, yet gentle – she had never heard him use it before.
She rushed in to his office, the same damn office where he had tried making advances which she had summarily rebuffed. “Shash… I have a friend, who is in trouble, and she needs your help. And needs it now… get your salad preparation stuff and come to the back entrance… I’ll pick you up there. Please yaar (friend) – trust me… she really needs your help!”
She looked at him in the eye …carefully… something told her this was real… and besides the friend was a she, she was helping her kind. She left to get her salad set, thinking it was some “curry in a hurry” for a wedding party!
Balan picked up the phone and called Dr. Gupta … “Hello Dr. Gupta…you remember me…
Revathi heard the furious knocking on the door, and stepping her way carefully across the room, opened the kundis ( tower bolts ) and let Balan in… followed by a woman… who looked like a nurse, with a white cap and gown. “This is Shash” said Balan. “Thank god!” thought Revathi, “the man had gained some common sense after all these years! So unlike him” .
“Revathi – we better examine you right away, please lie down on the table” said Balan. Revathi complied uncharacteristically… slowly getting on the chair….then laying on the table face up, sliding her buttocks backwards….awaiting the inevitable loss of decency. Balan was almost gentle with her when he suggested he raise the kaftan and slowly gathered it at her midriff.
Revathi could swear she saw a glint in the nurse’s eye as she spread her legs wide and apart. They looked at the little green monster inside Revathi… and it looked back at them. She could swear Shash looked hungry.
Shash and Balan burst out laughing… and Revathi burst out crying! All this was too much for her.“Get a hold of yourself” shouted Shash and with that she let loose a sharp stinging slap on her right buttock! “We need to scoop some out, and then ease you up…so it will slide out. I need you to be steady and not move. Balan – we better hold her down, one move and it could hurt, do you have anything to keep her steady while I work on this?”
Balan raced to the bedroom, stood up on the bed and reached on the shelves built into the wall. If memory served him right, that wire the carpenters had left must still be there! Bingo! He was right .. and grabbing the twisted red and white electric cord, he raced back.
“Revathi dear” Balan looked at her lovingly. “Shash needs to operate on the cucumber, and take pieces out so it will slide out. So I will need to tie you down so you don’t make a move while she is working, ok?”
She looked back at him and nodded… trust written all over her doleful eyes.
Balan expertly fashioned some knots he had learned while studying Kinbaku, the art of Japanese bondage. In no time at all, electric cord criss-crossed Revathi’s breasts and hands and tightly held them to the legs of the table. He then stretched her legs apart gently, till she felt they could stretch no more… and tied them her ankles and thighs to the other two legs of the table.
He stepped back to look at his work… Shash looked at him with new found admiration. “We need to get her stimulated Balan, you both were married were you not? She asked? Balan… please get her aroused. I need her cunt all nice and wet so I can slide it out!”.
“Oh no – you should have told me first Shash dear, she has her kaftan on and the one place that Rave is sensitive is her nipples. I am just going to tear the Kaftan (nightgown) off!” And sooner than Shash could protest, Balan had reached for a pair of scissors on the side table and started tearing her lovely ‘single woman’ kaftan to shreds. The remaining pieces he deftly slid out from under the electric cord that now tightly criss-crossed across her breasts.
He loudly proclaimed to no one in particular – “Shash – if there is one thing that turns Rave on it is getting rough with here breasts! ….right Rave?” and without waiting for a response, he first started nibbling on her right nipple – it was all puckered up under the stress.
Revathi moaned and tried to move her butt, but the cords held steady.
Shash place a thumb on Rave’s clitoris slowly rubbing it. “Steady, don’t move” she commanded Revathi and picked up the small cutting knife she used to slice ginger into wafer thin slices. This was not going to be easy…it would test her skills. With that she slowly sliced the rounded part of the cucumber that was sticking out, taking care to avoid the stretched labia.
The vagina was still dry… so she pinched the clit once more.. hard…Revathi screamed and then bit her tongue and then stayed silent.
By now Balan was busy tugging at Rave’s defenseless breasts with his teeth…her breast stretched way up lost in his mouth. Then he slowly let them slide out, flowing through tightly clenched teeth, biting deeper at the nipple and letting it stretch its way out … all the while mercilessly twirling the nipple on the other breast between thumb and forefinger. He loved it – and Rave moaned. Then he switched over ….gorging the second breast fully and slowly letting it grind its way out of his mouth.
Meanwhile, with some deft cutting, Shash had gotten the cucumber to have a flat face now, so much for that. She then used a plastic coring knife and slowly went to work, scooping out the insides of the cucumber…. working her way in bit by patient bit…taking care to leave a thick wall so Revathi would not get hurt. She could see the labia relax a little, as the hollowed out tip of the cucumber folded in a bit. She kept scraping away for a few centimeters more till she felt it was no longer safe to do so.
Then with one finger inside the hollowed part of the cucumber and two on the outside, she snapped the cucumber lip in two. Revathi screamed … her labia could take no more of this torture… god what had she done to deserve this! Shash triumphantly pulled out a piece of cucumber and held it up. She quickly proceeded to snap some more pieces from inside, as Revathi moaned – and came again. and again.
Balan kept working her breasts, while Shash kept slowly snapping pieces of cucumber and pulling them out. And then Revathi came once more… moaning loudly, drenching Shash’s hands. Balan looked up in surprise, mouth agape – this was Rave he had never known.
Bu that was as far as they could go. The rest of the cucumber loosened up and slipped further inward! Shash realized the limits of her training and her technique. Damn it! …none of her catering training at Aurangabad had prepared her for this! For it was soon becoming obvious, that the rest of that little green fiend remain stuck inside with no easy grip to pull it out! “Fuck” Shash exclaimed loudly, “fuck this damn cucumber!”
And just then there was a gentle knock on the front door… Balan, Shash and Revathi all froze, their heads turned towards the door. “Hello please to come” said a timid voice and with that a trim, short, older gentleman, with thick glasses pushed the door open and stepped right in… into the unholy scene!
It was Dr. Krishnan! See …in their rush to attend to Revathi, Balan and Shash had forgotten to bolt the door close.
The good doctor stood there…mouth moving like a goldfish. Nothing, nothing could possibly explain the vile scene before him. Not even MS Subbalakshmi’s, god bless her soul, rich melodious could begin to attempt to explain this …!
……… TO BE CONTINUED………….