My Masculine wife : PCOS Can be better

पंजाब के सुनहरे खेतों के बीच, बठिंडा के एक छोटे से गाँव में सिमरन रहती थी। गेहुँआ रंग, नटखट आँखें, और सिर पर हमेशा सूती साड़ी का आंचल – वह बिल्कुल वैसी ही थी जैसी हर पंजाबी माँ बेटी को चाहती है। उसकी शादी अमृतसर के एक शांत स्वभाव के युवक हरप्रीत सिंह से हुई। हरप्रीत एक कंप्यूटर इंजीनियर था, जिसकी दुनिया कोड और साइलेंस में बसती थी।

शादी के बाद सिमरन वैसी ही थी जैसे कि एक typical पंजाबी बहु होती है– सास-ससुर की सेवा करने वाली, रसोई में लज़ीज़ पनीर की सब्जियाँ बनाने वाली, और रात को हरप्रीत के सीने पर सिर रखकर सोने वाली। सब कुछ सामान्य था। उसने जिम जाने जैसा कुछ नहीं सोचा था, न ही कभी आईने में अपने चेहरे को गौर से देखा था। वह बस "सिमरन, दुल्हन बन के आई" थी, जैसे पंजाबी गानों की लड़कियाँ।

भाग 2: बीमारी का साया – PCOS का कहर

शादी को छह महीने बीत चुके थे। एक दिन सिमरन ने देखा कि उसकी त्वचा पर बाल बढ़ने लगे हैं। पहले तो उसने इग्नोर किया – "गरम खाने का असर होगा।" लेकिन धीरे-धीरे उसकी ठुड्डी पर मर्दों के समान बाल आने लगे। मूंछों पहले से ज्यादा गहरी हो गई, फिर दाढ़ी? एक महिला को दाढ़ी? उसके रोंगटे खड़े हो गए।

डॉक्टर के पास भागना, फिर एंडोक्राइनोलॉजिस्ट के पास, और फिर वो दिन आया जब डॉक्टर ने सीधे शब्दों में कहा – "पीसीओएस। पॉलीसिस्टिक ओवरी सिंड्रोम। आपके शरीर में एण्ड्रोजन (पुरुष हार्मोन) का स्तर अचानक बढ़ गया है। यह असामान्य नहीं है, लेकिन आपके केस में यह तेजी से बदलाव ला रहा है।"

सिमरन के चेहरे पर वह नाजुकपन, वह स्त्रीत्व – सब धूमिल होने लगा। गांव वालों ने फुसफुसाना शुरू कर दिया। "देखो, सिमरन को तो दाढ़ी आ गई। कहीं अजीब बीमारी तो नहीं?" सास ने एक दिन कह दिया – "बहू, shaving kar लिया कर, ऐसे तो हमारे घर की इज़्ज़त नहीं रहेगी।"

भाग 3: पति का सपोर्ट – प्यार की पहली दाढ़ी

उस रात सिमरन ने बाथरूम में रेजर लेके शेविंग करने जा ही रही थी कि तभी हरप्रीत अंदर आया। उसने धीरे से उसके हाथ से रेजर लिया और कहा – "रुक जा। ये मैटर नहीं करता मुझे लगता है मुझे तू मर्दानी ज्यादा पसंद है।"

सिमरन ने आश्चर्यचकित होते हुए कहा, "अब मैं औरत नहीं रही, हरप्रीत। दाढ़ी आ गई मुझे!"

हरप्रीत ने शीशे में अपनी पत्नी के चेहरे को पूरे गौर से देखा। उसने कहा – "दाढ़ी सिर्फ बाल हैं, सिमरन। प्यार बालों से नहीं होता। अगर तुम्हें दाढ़ी रखनी है तो रखो। मैं तुमसे प्यार करता हूँ पर दाढ़ी रखोगी तो मुझे ज्यादा अच्छा लगेगा।"

उसने फिर उस से कहा – "डॉक्टर ने कहा जिम जॉइन कर लो, इससे हार्मोन बैलेंस होगा। मैं भी चलूंगा। और हाँ, अगर दाढ़ी है तो है, मैं तुम्हें गले लगाऊंगा दाढ़ी के साथ या बिना दाढ़ी के।"

पति का यह सपोर्ट सिमरन के लिए दवा से बढ़कर था।

भाग 4: बीवी से मर्द – शरीर और मन का बदलाव

धीरे-धीरे सिमरन ने जिम जॉइन किया। डेडलिफ्ट, स्क्वाट्स, बेंच प्रेस – जैसे-जैसे उसकी मसल्स ग्रो हुई, उसकी कंधों की चौड़ाई बढ़ी। टेस्टोस्टेरोन ने उसकी आवाज़ थोड़ी भारी कर दी। उसके चेहरे पर अब घनी दाढ़ी थी – ठीक वैसी ही जैसी किसी जवान पंजाबी मुंडे को शोभती है। वह अब साड़ी के बजाय ट्रैकसूट और टी-शर्ट पहनने लगी थी।

एक दिन वह जिम से वापस आई, नहाने के बाद तौलिया ओढ़े और बिस्तर पर लेटी हुई थी। हरप्रीत उसके पास आया तो सिमरन ने अचानक उसकी कलाई पकड़ ली और उसे उल्टा पलट दिया। "रुक, आज मेरी बारी है," उसने एक ऐसे अंदाज़ में कहा जो पहले कभी नहीं था।

हरप्रीत चौंका, लेकिन उसे अपनी पत्नी के इस नए रूप में कुछ अनकहा आकर्षण भी महसूस हुआ। सिमरन ने उसे बिस्तर पर दबाया, और फिर वहाँ जो हुआ वह पति-पत्नी के पारंपरिक समीकरण से बिल्कुल अलग था। वह रात हरप्रीत ने "सबमिसिव" रोल में गुज़ारी, जबकि सिमरन ने "डोमिनेंट" रोल में।

रात को बाद में, सिमरन ने हंसते हुए कहा – "लगता है पीसीओएस ने मुझे तुम्हारा 'पति' बना दिया है।"

हरप्रीत ने उसकी दाढ़ी को सहलाते हुए कहा – "तो फिर मैं तुम्हारी 'पत्नी' हूँ।"

भाग 5: रोज़ की रात – प्यार का उल्टा खेल

अब यह उनका रूटीन बन गया। रात होते ही, सिमरन एक नई ऊर्जा से भर जाती। वह हरप्रीत को अपनी गोद में बिठाती, जैसे कोई पति अपनी पत्नी को बिठाता है, और फिर उसे ऊपर-नीचे उछालती। हरप्रीत उसकी दाढ़ी में मुँह छुपा लेता, और यह उसकी नई दुनिया थी।

यहाँ तक कि वे मजाक में एक-दूसरे के कपड़े भी बदल लेते – कभी सिमरन हरप्रीत के बनियान में सोती तो कभी हरप्रीत उसकी नाइटी पहनकर सोने की कोशिश करता (हालाँकि उसमें वह अजीब लगता था)।

और हाँ, रात को जब लाइट बुझती है, तो सिमरन हरप्रीत से कहती है – "अब सो जा, मेरी 'रानी'। कल फिर जिम साथ जाना है। तुझे मेरे हाथों के बने चिकन पकवान खिलाने हैं – बस एक बात, मेरा शेविंग फोम कभी मत उड़ाना, मैं अपनी ये दाढ़ी रखना चाहती हूँ, क्योंकि यही वो वजह है जिसने तुझे मेरा 'पति' बनाया और मुझे तुम्हारा 'पति'।

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भाग 9: द वैक्सीन ऐड – जब मर्दानगी का इंजेक्शन पलट गया

सिमरन और हरप्रीत का यह नया दौर अब गाँव में चर्चा का विषय था। लेकिन अभी एक और मोड़ आना बाकी था – वह मोड़ जिसने उनके रिश्ते को ‘हमेशा के लिए सील’ कर दिया।

दृश्य 1: हँसी-मज़ाक में ‘मन हैंडलिंग’ का मैच

एक दिन शाम को, दोनों सोफे पर बैठे टीवी देख रहे थे। एक पंजाबी गाना चल रहा था – “जट्ट दी टंग” बज रहा था। सिमरन ने मजाक में हरप्रीत से कहा, “ये टंग वाले तुम नहीं हो सकते।”

हरप्रीत ने चुनौती दी, “क्यों? मैं भी जट्ट हूँ।”

सिमरन ने उसकी तरफ देखा, उसकी घनी दाढ़ी में चमक थी, हाथों में स्टील था। उसने कहा, “आँ, तो चल मुकाबला करते हैं। देखते हैं किसकी पकड़ मज़बूत है।”

हरप्रीत हँसा, “कैसा मुकाबला?”

सिमरन ने उसकी कलाई पकड़ी और उसे तकिए पर लिटा दिया। हरप्रीत अभी कुछ समझता, उससे पहले ही सिमरन ने उसकी बेल्ट ढीली की और एक मज़ाकिया अंदाज़ में ‘मैन हैंडलिंग’ शुरू कर दी – लेकिन हाथ से नहीं, पूरे शरीर के दमखम से।

उसने हरप्रीत को बांहों में उठाया, उल्टा पलटा, और बिना किसी लड़ाई के उसे इस कदर दबाया कि हरप्रीत बस बोला – “बस बस… मैं हार गया। तेरी जीत।”

सिमरन ने उसके कान में कहा, “अब जीतना बाकी है, आज रात असली मैच होगा।”

दृश्य 2: साड़ी और दाढ़ी – पीछे से वार

अगले दिन, सिमरन ने कुछ अनोखा किया। उसने अपनी माँ वाली हल्की गुलाबी साड़ी पहनी, बड़ी-बड़ी बिंदी लगाई, चूड़ियाँ पहनीं – लेकिन चेहरे पर वही घनी काली दाढ़ी। दाढ़ी में उसने साफा बाँध लिया था – मानो कोई सरदारनी हो।

हरप्रीत किचन में चाय बना रहा था। पीछे से सिमरन ने उसकी कमर पकड़ी। उसने हरप्रीत को झटके से घुमाया और दीवार से लगा दिया। उसकी दाढ़ी हरप्रीत के गाल को छू रही थी।

सिमरन ने उसके कान में कहा, “आज साड़ी है पर दाढ़ी भी है। अब बता, कौन है तू?”

हरप्रीत की साँसें तेज हो गईं। उसने कहा, “मैं… तेरा हूँ।”

सिमरन ने उसे पीछे से धीरे से धक्का दिया, सीढ़ियों की तरफ। वहाँ, बेडरूम के दरवाजे पर, उसने हरप्रीत को झुकाया और पीछे की पोजीशन में उसे महसूस कराया कि अब सब कुछ उल्टा हो गया है।

दृश्य 3: रिवर्स मिशनरी – जब बीवी बनी ‘मिशनरी’

रात ढल चुकी थी। पूरे घर में सन्नाटा था, बस दो दिलों की धड़कनें एक दूसरे से लिपट रही थीं। सिमरन ने हरप्रीत को बिस्तर पर सीधा लिटा दिया। यह क्लासिकल ‘मिशनरी’ पोजीशन थी, लेकिन पूरी तरह से रिवर्स।

सिमरन ऊपर थी, उसकी साड़ी बिस्तर पर बिखर गई थी, उसकी दाढ़ी हरप्रीत के चेहरे पर छा रही थी। हरप्रीत नीचे था, उसने आँखें बंद कर ली थीं।

सिमरन ने उसकी ठुड्डी पकड़कर कहा, “अब तक तुम मेरे पति थे। आज से मैं तुम्हारी मालकिन हूँ।”

वह रात कोई साधारण रात नहीं थी। वह रात ‘रिवर्स मिशनरी’ की थी – जहाँ सिमरन हरप्रीत को नीचे दबाए थी, उसके बालों को खींचती, उसकी गर्दन को अपनी दाढ़ी से रगड़ती, और धीरे-धीरे उसे एक ऐसे सुख की चोटी पर ले जाती जहाँ से वापसी संभव नहीं थी।

हरप्रीत ने रात को तीन बार नाम लिया – “सिमरन… बस… अब मैं तेरा हूँ… हमेशा… हमेशा के लिए…”

सिमरन ने अपनी दाढ़ी के बालों को उसके सीने पर रखते हुए कहा, “अब तुम मेरे हो। बिस्तर पर, जिम में, और बाहर दुनिया में – हर जगह। मैं ऊपर, तुम नीचे। यही हमारा नया करार है।”

दृश्य 4: ‘हमेशा के लिए’ – दिनचर्या बन चुकी रिवर्स लव

उसके बाद से वही रूटीन हो गया। हर रात:

· सिमरन बिस्तर पर ऊपर रहती, हरप्रीत नीचे।

· वह उसके बाल खींचती, वह उसकी दाढ़ी में मुँह छुपाता।

· कभी-कभी सिमरन नीचे उतरती भी, लेकिन फिर हँसकर बोलती – “नहीं, मैं तो ऊपर वाली बीवी हूँ।”

· हरप्रीत ने कभी शिकायत नहीं की। बल्कि, उसे इस ‘सरेंडर’ में एक अजीब सी आज़ादी मिली।

एक दिन सिमरन ने पूछा, “तुम्हें बुरा तो नहीं लगता?”

हरप्रीत ने उसकी दाढ़ी को सहलाते हुए कहा, “बुरा? मैं तो दुआ माँगता हूँ कि तुम्हारी ये दाढ़ी कभी न उतरे। यही तो वह इंजेक्शन है जिसने मुझे पहली बार महसूस कराया कि प्यार में ऊपर-नीचे कुछ नहीं होता। बस तुम हो और मैं हूँ। बस तुम ऊपर हो और मैं नीचे – हमेशा।”

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राधिका ने चाय का कप चूल्हे पर से उतारा और देवराज की तरफ मुड़ी। "क्या हुआ, देवराज? कुछ कहना है तो साफ-साफ कहो।"

देवराज ने अखबार नीचे रखा और थोड़ा गंभीर होकर बोला, "भाभी, तुम्हारे चेहरे पर ये मूछें...ये थोड़ी अजीब नहीं लगतीं?"

राधिका का चेहरा पल भर के लिए लाल हो गया।  उसने अपने हाथों से अपनी मूछों को छुआ, जैसे बरसों से छुपाए एक रहस्य को सबके सामने उजागर कर दिया गया हो।  "क्या अजीब लगता है?  ये तो...इतनी तो मेरे घर में सबके के है।  खानदानी हैं।"

"नहीं, मेरा मतलब वो नहीं है," देवराज बोला। "मेरा मतलब है कि...औरतों के चेहरे पर मूछें...ये थोड़ा मर्दानी सी बात लगती है, है ना?"

राधिका शरमा गई पर ये बात उसे कई बार सुननी पड़ी थी, और हर बार उसके दिल को एक ठेस सी लगती थी।  "देवराज, तुम ये क्या बातें कर रहे हो?  क्या तुम्हें कोई और काम नहीं है?"

"नहीं, भाभी, बात दरअसल ये है..." देवराज थोड़ा हिचकिचाया, "मुझे लगता है कि...शायद तुम थोड़ी...मर्दानी हो।"

राधिका गुस्से से लाल हो गई।  "देवराज!  तुम्हारी हिम्मत कैसे हुई ये सब कहने की?  तुम जानते भी हो क्या बोल रहे हो?"

"भाभी, गुस्सा मत करो, मैं बस..." देवराज अपनी बात समझाने की कोशिश कर रहा था। "मैंने कई औरतों को भी देखा है, उनके चेहरे पर इतनी मूछें नहीं होतीं।  और..."

"और क्या?" राधिका ने तेज आवाज में कहा।

देवराज थोड़ा डरा, लेकिन फिर भी अपनी बात पर अड़ा रहा। "और...मैंने सुना है कि मर्दानी औरतों के...उनके..."  वो फिर अटक गया।

"उनके क्या?" राधिका ने अपनी आवाज और तीखी कर ली।

देवराज ने गहरी सांस ली और एक ही झटके में बोल दिया, "उनके बगल में भी बाल होते हैं, बहुत घने।"

राधिका की आँखें फटी की फटी रह गईं।  उसका चेहरा शर्म से लाल हो गया।  "देवराज!  तुम बिलकुल बदतमीज हो!  तुम्हें जरा भी शर्म नहीं है?  ये सब बातें तुम्हें किसने सिखाईं?"

"किसी ने नहीं, भाभी," देवराज बोला। "मैंने बस...मैंने बस देखा है।"

"क्या देखा है?" राधिका ने गुस्से में कहा।

"मैंने...मैंने डिस्कवरी चैनल पर एक डॉक्यूमेंट्री देखी थी," देवराज ने झूठ बोला।  "उसमें उन्होंने बताया था कि कुछ औरतों में मर्दों वाले हॉर्मोन ज्यादा होते हैं, जिसकी वजह से उनके चेहरे पर मूछें और बगल में घने बाल होते हैं।"

राधिका को समझ में आ गया कि देवराज सिर्फ अपनी जिज्ञासा शांत करना चाहता है।  लेकिन उसका तरीका बिलकुल गलत था।  "देवराज, तुम अभी जाओ यहाँ से।  मुझे तुमसे कोई बात नहीं करनी।"

देवराज थोड़ा उदास हो गया।  "भाभी, मैं बस जानना चाहता था..."

"जानना चाहते थे?" राधिका ने व्यंग्य से कहा। "क्या जानना चाहते थे?  कि मैं मर्दानी हूँ या नहीं?"

देवराज चुप रहा।

"तुम्हें क्या लगता है?" राधिका ने पूछा। "अगर मेरे चेहरे पर मूछें हैं, तो क्या मैं मर्दानी हो गई?"

"नहीं, भाभी, मेरा मतलब वो नहीं था," देवराज बोला। "मैं बस..."

"बस क्या?" राधिका ने उसे बोलने नहीं दिया। "तुम बस ये जानना चाहते हो कि मेरे बगल में बाल हैं या नहीं, है ना?"

देवराज ने नजरें चुरा लीं।

राधिका ने एक गहरी सांस ली।  "देवराज, तुम छोटे हो।  तुम्हें अभी बहुत कुछ सीखना है।  और सबसे पहले, तुम्हें ये सीखना चाहिए कि औरतों की इज्जत कैसे की जाती है।  तुमने जो बातें कहीं हैं, वो बहुत गलत हैं।  मुझे उम्मीद है कि तुम आगे से ऐसी बातें नहीं करोगे।"

देवराज चुपचाप खड़ा रहा।

"अब जाओ यहाँ से," राधिका ने कहा। "और आइंदा ऐसी बातें करने से पहले सौ बार सोचा करो।"

देवराज बिना कुछ कहे वहाँ से चला गया।  राधिका थोड़ी देर चुपचाप खड़ी रही, फिर चाय का कप उठाकर पीने लगी।  उसका हाथ अभी भी थोड़ा काँप रहा था।  उसे गुस्सा तो बहुत आया था, लेकिन साथ ही साथ शर्म भी आ रही थी।  देवराज ने उसे एक ऐसे सवाल का जवाब देने के लिए मजबूर कर दिया था, जिसके बारे में उसने कभी सोचा भी नहीं था।

भाग २: दूध से बन गई मूंछें 

कुछ दिन बीत गए, और राधिका और देवराज के बीच की चुप्पी अभी भी बरकरार थी। देवराज अब भी राधिका से बात करने में हिचकिचाता था, लेकिन उसके मन में उठी जिज्ञासा शांत होने का नाम नहीं ले रही थी। वो किसी न किसी तरीके से ये जानना चाहता था कि क्या उसकी भाभी सच में मर्दानी है।

एक दिन, राधिका दूध पी रही थी। जल्दी में पीते वक्त, थोड़ी सी दूध की मलाई उसके ऊपरी होंठ पर, मूछों के ऊपर लग गई। देवराज, जो पास ही बैठा अखबार पढ़ रहा था, ये देखकर अपनी हँसी नहीं रोक पाया।

"भाभी, भाभी," वो हँसते हुए बोला, "ये क्या हो गया? तुम्हारी मूछों पर दूध लग गया है!"

राधिका ने झेंपकर अपना हाथ मूछों पर फेरा। उसे एहसास हुआ कि देवराज सही कह रहा है। उसका चेहरा शर्म से लाल हो गया। "अरे, ये क्या हो गया," वो बड़बड़ाई।

देवराज ने पास रखा एक छोटा सा दर्पण उठाया और राधिका को दिखाया। "देखो भाभी, बिलकुल सफ़ेद-सफ़ेद लगा है। जैसे असली की मूंछें हों!"

राधिका ने दर्पण में अपना चेहरा देखा। दूध की मलाई उसकी मूछों पर बिलकुल साफ़ दिख रही थी, और उसे देखकर उसे अपनी मर्दानगी का फिर से एहसास हुआ। उसकी शर्म और बढ़ गई।

"देवराज, तुम ये क्या कर रहे हो?" वो झिझकते हुए बोली।

देवराज ने दर्पण नीचे रख दिया, लेकिन उसकी आँखों में अभी भी शरारत थी। "कुछ नहीं, भाभी। बस तुम्हें दिखा रहा था।"

राधिका ने एक गहरी सांस ली। "देवराज, तुम फिर वही बातें शुरू कर रहे हो? तुम्हें जरा भी शर्म नहीं है?"

"नहीं, भाभी," देवराज बोला। "मैं बस एक सवाल पूछना चाहता था।"

"क्या सवाल?" राधिका ने थोड़ा गुस्से से कहा।

"ये...तुम्हें आदमी पसंद हैं?" देवराज ने पूछा।

राधिका थोड़ी हैरान हुई। "कैसे आदमी?"

"हाँ, मतलब...तुम्हें मर्दाना आदमी पसन्द हैं या...या सिर्फ वो जिनके चेहरे पर बाल  नहीं होते हैं?" देवराज ने अपनी बात को घुमा-फिरा कर कहा।

राधिका समझ गई कि देवराज फिर अपनी जिज्ञासा शांत करने की कोशिश कर रहा है। "देवराज, ये सब बातें तुम्हें किसने सिखाईं?"

"किसी ने नहीं, भाभी," देवराज बोला। "मैंने बस...मैंने बस जानना चाहा।"

"जानना चाहा?" राधिका ने व्यंग्य से कहा। "क्या जानना चाहा? कि अगर मेरे चेहरे पर मूछें हैं, तो क्या मैं मर्दानी हो गई?"

देवराज चुप रहा।

"तुम्हें क्या लगता है?" राधिका ने पूछा। "अगर मेरे चेहरे पर बाल हैं, तो क्या मैं मर्दानी हो गई?"

"नहीं, भाभी, मेरा मतलब वो नहीं था," देवराज बोला। "मैं बस..."

"बस क्या?" राधिका ने उसे बोलने नहीं दिया। "तुम बस ये जानना चाहते हो कि अगर किसी औरत के चेहरे पर बाल हैं, तो क्या वो मर्दानी होती है?"

देवराज ने नजरें चुरा लीं।

देवराज बिना कुछ कहे वहाँ से चला गया। राधिका थोड़ी देर चुपचाप खड़ी रही, फिर अपना दूध ख़त्म किया। उसका हाथ अभी भी थोड़ा काँप रहा था। उसे गुस्सा तो बहुत आया था, लेकिन साथ ही साथ शर्म भी आ रही थी। देवराज ने उसे एक ऐसे सवाल का जवाब देने के लिए मजबूर कर दिया था, जिसके बारे में उसने कभी सोचा भी नहीं था।

भाग ३: जिज्ञासा और बेचैनी

देवराज अब बच्चा नहीं था। इक्कीस साल का हो चुका था, और शरीर की बनावट, हॉर्मोन्स, और स्त्री-पुरुष के अंतरों के बारे में अच्छी तरह जानता था। उसने मेडिकल साइंस की कुछ किताबें भी पढ़ी थीं, जिनमें उसने पढ़ा था कि कुछ महिलाओं में पुरुषों वाले हॉर्मोन की अधिकता हो सकती है, जिसके चलते उनमें कुछ मर्दानी लक्षण दिखाई देते हैं, जैसे चेहरे पर घने बाल, शरीर पर अधिक बाल, और कुछ दुर्लभ मामलों में, आवाज में भारीपन। उसने ये भी पढ़ा था कि ऐसे मामलों में, कुछ महिलाओं के जननांगों में भी थोड़ा-बहुत अंतर हो सकता है।

राधिका के चेहरे पर मूछें देखकर देवराज के मन में यही शंका पैदा हुई थी। उसने कई औरतों को देखा था, किसी के चेहरे पर इतनी घनी मूछें नहीं थीं। और फिर वो दूध वाली बात...उसने राधिका को दर्पण दिखाया तो ज़रूर था मज़ाक में, लेकिन उसके मन में यही सवाल घूम रहा था कि क्या राधिका सच में 'वैसी' है?

ये सवाल उसके दिमाग में काँटे की तरह चुभ रहा था। वो राधिका की इज्जत करता था, और उसे किसी भी तरह से शर्मिंदा नहीं करना चाहता था। लेकिन अपनी जिज्ञासा को भी वो दबा नहीं पा रहा था। वो जानता था कि अगर राधिका 'वैसी' हुई, तो इसमें उसकी कोई गलती नहीं है। ये तो हॉर्मोनल गड़बड़ी की वजह से होता है। लेकिन फिर भी, वो सच जानना चाहता था।

उसने कई बार सोचा कि राधिका से सीधे-सीधे पूछ ले। लेकिन हर बार उसकी हिम्मत जवाब दे जाती थी। वो डरता था कि राधिका क्या सोचेगी। क्या वो उसे गलत समझेगी? क्या वो उससे नफ़रत करने लगेगी? क्या घर के बाकी लोग उसे बुरा-भला कहेंगे?

भाग ४: अनकही बातें, बदले रिश्ते

एक रात, देवराज अपने कमरे में जाने के लिए गलियारे से गुजर रहा था। उसने सुना कि उसके भाई, विक्रम, राधिका के कमरे में गुस्से से कुछ कह रहे हैं। आवाज साफ़ नहीं आ रही थी, लेकिन देवराज को कुछ शब्द सुनाई दिए - "इतनी बाल वाली," "मर्दानी," "शर्म नहीं आती।" देवराज समझ गया कि विक्रम राधिका के चेहरे के बालों और उसके मर्दानी लक्षणों के बारे में कुछ कह रहा है।

देवराज के पैरों तले की जमीन खिसक गई। उसे एहसास हुआ कि सिर्फ वही नहीं, उसका भाई भी राधिका को 'वैसा' समझता है, और उसे इस बात से नफ़रत है। विक्रम की बातों से राधिका के दुख का भी अंदाज़ा देवराज को हुआ। उसे लगा जैसे किसी ने उसके दिल पर ज़ोर से मुक्का मारा हो। उसने कभी नहीं सोचा था कि उसका भाई, जिसके साथ राधिका ने अपनी पूरी जिंदगी बिताने का फैसला किया है, उसके बारे में ऐसी बातें सोचता है।

देवराज का मन उदासी से भर गया। उसे राधिका के लिए बहुत बुरा लगा। उसने सोचा कि राधिका कितनी अकेली होगी। सब लोग उसे 'मर्दानी' कहते हैं, उसका पति भी उसे पसंद नहीं करता। वो कितनी तकलीफ में होगी, ये सोचकर देवराज का दिल भर आया।

उस रात देवराज सो नहीं पाया। वो करवटें बदलता रहा, लेकिन उसे चैन नहीं मिला। उसे राधिका की उदास आँखें याद आ रही थीं। उसे लग रहा था जैसे राधिका उससे कुछ कहना चाहती है, लेकिन कह नहीं पा रही है।

अगले दिन से देवराज का व्यवहार राधिका के प्रति पूरी तरह बदल गया। अब वो उसे छेड़ता नहीं था, न ही उसकी मूछों का मज़ाक उड़ाता था। बल्कि, वो उसके साथ बहुत प्यार से पेश आता था। वो उससे बातें करता, उसकी पसंद-नापसंद के बारे में पूछता, और हर काम में उसकी मदद करता। उसने राधिका को ये एहसास दिलाने की कोशिश की कि वो अकेली नहीं है, और वो उसकी परवाह करता है।

राधिका देवराज के इस बदले हुए व्यवहार से हैरान थी। उसे समझ नहीं आ रहा था कि देवराज को अचानक क्या हो गया है। एक दिन उसने देवराज से पूछा, "देवराज, तुम आजकल मुझसे इतने अच्छे से बात क्यों करते हो? क्या हुआ है?"

देवराज ने राधिका की आँखों में देखा। उसकी आँखें नम थीं। "कुछ नहीं, भाभी," वो बोला। "बस...मैं चाहता हूँ कि तुम खुश रहो।"

राधिका ने देवराज का हाथ थामा। "देवराज, तुम बहुत अच्छे हो," वो बोली। "लेकिन मुझे बताओ, क्या बात है? तुम मुझसे कुछ छुपा रहे हो?"

देवराज ने राधिका को सारी बात बताने का फैसला किया। उसने उसे बताया कि उसने विक्रम को रात में क्या कहते हुए सुना था। उसने उसे ये भी बताया कि वो उसे 'मर्दानी' नहीं समझता, और वो उसकी बहुत इज्जत करता है।

राधिका की आँखें भर आईं। उसने देवराज को गले लगा लिया। "देवराज, तुम कितने अच्छे हो," वो बोली। "तुमने मेरी आँखें खोल दीं। मुझे अब समझ में आया कि तुम मुझसे इतनी बातें क्यों करते हो।"

देवराज ने राधिका को बताया कि उसे इस बात का बहुत दुख है कि विक्रम उसे पसंद नहीं करता। राधिका ने उसे समझाया कि विक्रम थोड़ा अलग है, और वो अपनी भावनाओं को सही तरीके से व्यक्त नहीं कर पाता। लेकिन इसका मतलब ये नहीं है कि वो उसकी परवाह नहीं करता।

देवराज को राधिका की बातें सुनकर थोड़ी शांति मिली। उसने राधिका से वादा किया कि वो हमेशा उसके साथ रहेगा, और उसे कभी अकेला नहीं छोड़ेगा।

उस दिन के बाद से देवराज और राधिका के रिश्ते और भी गहरे हो गए। वो दोनों एक दूसरे के सबसे अच्छे दोस्त बन गए। देवराज राधिका की हर बात समझता था, और राधिका देवराज की। दोनों ने मिलकर एक दूसरे को सहारा दिया, और एक दूसरे के दुखों को बाँटा।

एक दिन, देवराज ने राधिका से पूछा, "भाभी, क्या तुम कभी विक्रम से बात करने की कोशिश की हो?"

राधिका ने उदास होकर कहा, "हाँ, देवराज, मैंने कई बार कोशिश की है। लेकिन वो मेरी बात सुनने को तैयार ही नहीं है। उसे लगता है कि मैं 'अलग' हूँ, और वो मुझे स्वीकार नहीं कर पाता।"

देवराज ने राधिका का हाथ थामा। "भाभी, तुम अलग नहीं हो," वो बोला। "तुम बहुत अच्छी हो, और मैं तुम्हें बहुत पसंद करता हूँ।"

राधिका ने देवराज को गले लगा लिया। "धन्यवाद, देवराज," वो बोली। "तुम्हारे होने से मुझे बहुत ताकत मिलती है।"

भाग ५: एक नया मोड़, अनकहा प्यार, एक वादा

समय बीतता गया। देवराज की कोशिशों से विक्रम और राधिका के रिश्ते में सुधार तो आया था, लेकिन ये सुधार अस्थायी साबित हुआ। कुछ महीनों बाद, विक्रम ने अचानक दूसरी लड़की से शादी कर ली और घर छोड़कर चला गया। राधिका पूरी तरह से टूट गई। उसका दिल हजारों टुकड़ों में बिखर गया। उसे लगा जैसे उसने अपनी जिंदगी का सबसे बड़ा सहारा खो दिया है।

देवराज राधिका की हालत देखकर बहुत दुखी था। वो जानता था कि विक्रम के जाने से उसे कितना दर्द हुआ होगा। उसने राधिका को हर तरह से सहारा देने का फैसला किया। वो उसके साथ समय बिताता, उससे बातें करता, और उसे हंसाने की कोशिश करता। धीरे-धीरे, देवराज की मेहनत रंग लाई। राधिका धीरे-धीरे अपने दुख से बाहर निकलने लगी।

छह महीने गुजर गए। राधिका अब पहले से बहुत बेहतर थी। उसने अपनी जिंदगी को फिर से शुरू करने का फैसला किया। इस मुश्किल समय में देवराज ने उसका बहुत साथ दिया था। राधिका को एहसास हुआ कि देवराज सिर्फ उसका देवर ही नहीं, उसका सबसे अच्छा दोस्त भी है। उसने देवराज को प्यार करना शुरू कर दिया। लेकिन ये प्यार एक अजीब सी उलझन से भरा हुआ था।

राधिका जानती थी कि वो देवराज से कभी अपने प्यार का इज़हार नहीं कर सकती। उसका एक बहुत बड़ा कारण था। वो जानती थी कि वो 'मर्दानी' है। सिर्फ चेहरे पर बाल होने की वजह से नहीं, बल्कि उसकी शारीरिक बनावट भी ऐसी थी कि कोई भी मर्द उसे स्वीकार नहीं कर सकता। विक्रम भी इसी वजह से उसे छोड़कर चला गया था। और देवराज... वो तो अभी बहुत छोटा है। वो उसे कैसे समझेगा? ये सोचकर राधिका का दिल और भी दुख से भर जाता था।

एक दिन, राधिका अपने कमरे में बैठी सोच रही थी। उसने अपने आप से कहा, "मैं देवराज से प्यार करती हूँ, लेकिन मैं उसे ये बात कभी नहीं बता सकती। वो मुझे कभी नहीं समझेगा। वो मुझे छोड़ देगा।"

उसी समय, देवराज कमरे में आया। उसने राधिका को उदास बैठे देखा तो उससे पूछा, "भाभी, क्या बात है? तुम इतनी उदास क्यों हो?"

राधिका ने देवराज को कुछ नहीं बताया। उसने सिर्फ कहा, "कुछ नहीं, देवराज। मैं ठीक हूँ।"

लेकिन देवराज जानता था कि राधिका झूठ बोल रही है। उसने राधिका का हाथ थामा और कहा, "भाभी, तुम मुझसे कुछ छुपा रही हो। मुझे बताओ, क्या बात है?"

राधिका ने देवराज की आँखों में देखा। उसकी आँखें नम थीं। उसने कहा, "देवराज, मैं... मैं तुम्हें सब कुछ बताना चाहती हूँ, लेकिन मुझे डर लगता है।"

देवराज ने राधिका को कहा, "भाभी, तुम मुझ पर भरोसा कर सकती हो। मैं तुम्हें कभी नहीं छोड़ूँगा। तुम मुझे सब कुछ बता दो।"

राधिका ने एक गहरी सांस ली और देवराज को अपनी सारी बातें बता दीं। उसने उसे अपनी शारीरिक बनावट के बारे में बताया, अपनी मर्दानगी के बारे में बताया, और विक्रम के छोड़कर जाने की वजह के बारे में भी बताया।

देवराज ने राधिका की सारी बातें ध्यान से सुनीं। उसे राधिका की बातें सुनकर बहुत दुख हुआ। लेकिन उसने राधिका से कहा, "भाभी, तुम जैसी भी हो, मुझे कोई फर्क नहीं पड़ता। मैं तुम्हें...मैं तुम्हें बहुत चाहता हूँ।" उसने अपने प्यार का इज़हार कर दिया।

राधिका की आँखों में आँसू आ गए। उसने देवराज का हाथ थामा और कहा, "देवराज, मैं भी तुम्हें बहुत चाहती हूँ। लेकिन...लेकिन मैं तुमसे शादी नहीं कर सकती।"

देवराज थोड़ा हैरान हुआ, पर उसने राधिका की बात समझी। "भाभी, मैं तुम्हारी बात समझता हूँ," उसने कहा। "मुझे तुम्हारी मर्दानगी से कोई समस्या नहीं है। लेकिन मैं तुम्हें कभी किसी चीज़ के लिए मजबूर नहीं करूँगा। अगर तुम मुझसे शादी नहीं करना चाहती, तो कोई बात नहीं। मैं तुम्हारी दोस्ती से भी खुश हूँ। मैं हमेशा तुम्हारे साथ रहूँगा, एक दोस्त की तरह।"

राधिका ने देवराज को गले लगा लिया। "देवराज, तुम कितने अच्छे हो," वो बोली। "तुमने मेरी जिंदगी बदल दी है।"

देवराज और राधिका अब एक दूसरे को और भी ज्यादा चाहने लगे। लेकिन उनके बीच एक अजीब सी खामोशी थी। राधिका जानती थी कि देवराज उसे प्यार तो करता है, लेकिन वो उसे कभी अपनी पत्नी नहीं बना सकता। और देवराज... वो भी इस बात को समझता था। लेकिन वो राधिका को खोना नहीं चाहता था। इसलिए वो दोनों एक दूसरे के साथ रहते थे, एक दूसरे को प्यार करते थे, लेकिन कभी अपने प्यार का इज़हार नहीं करते थे। क्योंकि उन्हें पता था कि उनके प्यार की एक अधूरी कहानी है। एक ऐसी कहानी जिसमें प्यार है, दोस्ती है, लेकिन शादी नहीं।

(अगला भाग जल्द ही)

भाग ६: दिल के तार, शर्मीली धड़कन

देवराज और राधिका के बीच एक अनोखा रिश्ता बन गया था। प्यार था, दोस्ती थी, पर एक अनकही सी दूरी भी थी। देवराज, राधिका की मर्दानगी से अनजान नहीं था, बल्कि उसे वो सब भाने लगा था। उसके चेहरे की मूछें, पैरों के घने बाल, उसके बाइसेप्स, सब कुछ देवराज को अपनी ओर खींचता था। उसे राधिका की ये खासियतें दूसरी औरतों से अलग और ख़ास लगती थीं। वो अक्सर राधिका की तारीफ करता, कभी उसकी मूछों की, कभी उसके बालों की, कभी उसकी ताकत की।

राधिका शर्मा जाती थी। उसे पता था कि देवराज की नजर में उसके ये लक्षण अलग हैं, और उसे अच्छे लगते हैं। लेकिन फिर भी, एक महिला होने के नाते, उसे शर्म आती थी। उसे लगता था जैसे देवराज उसकी कमजोरियों को उजागर कर रहा है। वो जानती थी कि देवराज के मन में कोई बुरी भावना नहीं है, लेकिन फिर भी वो शर्मा जाती थी। आखिरकार, ऊपर से वो एक महिला ही तो थी, भावनाओं से भरी, शर्म और संकोच से घिरी।

एक दिन, देवराज राधिका के पास बैठा उसकी मूछों को देख रहा था। "भाभी," वो बोला, "तुम्हारी मूछें कितनी घनी हैं। बिलकुल राजाओं जैसी।"

राधिका शर्मा गई। उसने अपना चेहरा दूसरी तरफ घुमा लिया। "देवराज, तुम फिर वही बातें शुरू कर रहे हो?" वो बोली।

देवराज हँसा। "क्या बात है, भाभी? तुम्हें अपनी मूछें पसंद नहीं हैं क्या?"

राधिका ने कहा, "नहीं, ऐसी बात नहीं है। बस... मुझे थोड़ा अजीब लगता है जब तुम मेरी मूछों के बारे में बात करते हो।"

देवराज ने राधिका का हाथ थामा। "भाभी, मुझे तुम्हारी हर चीज अच्छी लगती है," वो बोला। "तुम्हारी मूछें, तुम्हारे बाल, तुम्हारी ताकत... सब कुछ।"

राधिका का चेहरा और भी लाल हो गया। उसने अपना हाथ देवराज के हाथ से छुड़ा लिया। "देवराज, तुम बहुत बदमाश हो," वो बोली।

देवराज हँसने लगा। "मैं तो बस तुम्हारी तारीफ कर रहा था, भाभी," वो बोला।

राधिका चुप रही। उसे समझ नहीं आ रहा था कि देवराज को क्या जवाब दे। वो जानती थी कि देवराज उससे प्यार करता है, और वो भी उसे चाहती है। लेकिन उसकी शारीरिक बनावट उन्हें एक दूसरे के करीब आने से रोक रही थी।

कुछ दिनों बाद, देवराज ने राधिका से कहा, "भाभी, क्या हम कभी घूमने जा सकते हैं?"

राधिका ने कहा, "हाँ, क्यों नहीं? लेकिन कहाँ?"

देवराज ने कहा, "कहीं भी। बस हम दोनों अकेले हों।"

राधिका थोड़ी झिझकी। वो देवराज के साथ अकेले जाने से डर रही थी। उसे लग रहा था जैसे वो उसके और करीब आ रही है, और ये बात उसे डरा रही थी।

लेकिन फिर भी, वो देवराज को ना नहीं कह सकी। उसने कहा, "ठीक है। हम एक दिन घूमने जाएँगे।"

और वो दिन आया भी। देवराज राधिका को एक खूबसूरत जगह पर ले गया। वहाँ चारों तरफ हरे-भरे पेड़ थे, और एक छोटी सी नदी बह रही थी। दोनों ने वहाँ बहुत मजा किया। देवराज ने राधिका की तस्वीरें खींचीं, और राधिका ने देवराज की। दोनों ने एक दूसरे के साथ बहुत खुशी के पल बिताए।

लेकिन जब वो घर लौट रहे थे, तो राधिका के मन में एक अजीब सी बेचैनी थी। उसे लग रहा था जैसे वो देवराज के और भी करीब आ गई है, और ये बात उसे डरा रही थी। उसे लग रहा था जैसे वो एक ऐसे रास्ते पर चल रही है, जिसका कोई अंत नहीं है।

उसे डर लग रहा था कि कहीं वो देवराज को खो न दे। उसे डर लग रहा था कि कहीं उसकी मर्दानगी उनके प्यार में रुकावट न बन जाए। और सबसे ज्यादा डर उसे इस बात का था कि कहीं देवराज उसे छोड़ न दे।

(अगला भाग जल्द ही)

women face shaving trend in Sindh

It's really bad that such beautiful woman inspired by western culture and getting their face shaved 

Raped by Big sister and her Hairy friend

Growing up in Rural Punjab is not exactly the normal childhood. One is excluded from many of the pleasures of city life. The shopping is limited, you end up seeing the hit movies about a year after everyone else has gotten bored of them and none of the adults seem to care what you do with yourself, so long as you keep busy and out of trouble.

My childhood in this environment was particularly strange - I lived with my two sisters and my single mother (My father died in a traffic accident when I was three years old). Being the only boy in the household, I was constantly subjected and drawn into girly games like house or playing with Barbie’s. Not that I minded - After all, even these could provide some entertainment.

My mother was the head of a small technology company based in Toronto. Resultingly, she often left on business trips leaving us kids at home for several days at a time with a babysitter. When my oldest sister, Tanvi, turned 14 (I was 11 years old, and Chutki was 9 at the time) the babysitter was deemed to be no longer necessary as our mother felt that Tanvi was responsible enough to make sure everything was alright.

One Friday night, Chutki and I found ourselves at a loose end. Our mother was off until Monday on another business trip, leaving us at home to keep ourselves amused. It was January and the chill winds and blowing snow made any outdoor activity quite unpleasant. Tanvi had invited her friend best friend Lakshmi over. With Lakshmi and Tanvi occupied chatting in my sister's room this left only Chutki and I sitting in the living room, staring blankly at the TV. Chutki was obviously growing bored. She would fidget every few minutes, toying with her hair, changing her sitting position on the couch or just annoyingly poking me for her own amusement.

After a while I sighed, shutting off the TV and glancing over at Chutki. She smiled innocently, her hand half-extended, about to prod me in the side again. She was getting really annoying, and I decided that I should probably keep her occupied until her bedtime, or else she would drive me mad.

"Chutki" I said, pushing her hand away from me irritably. "Want to play a game before bed?"

She giggled and nodded eagerly, then asked, "House?"

I groaned. House. I hated house. Usually it involved almost no action, sitting around in a make-believe kitchen cooking, watching Chutki pretend to cry. Still, I suppose it was a better option than boredly sitting there getting repeatedly poked by my little sister.

I reluctantly agreed to play. Chutki immediately scampered off to Tanvi's room, and after a bit of whining and crying, managed to persuade Tanvi and Lakshmi to join in. Chutki always got her way. Mom seemed to favor her, and if Chutki complained when mom came home it was always hell for Tanvi and I.

We all walked into Chutki's room - it was our usual play place for house. There were the necessary plastic dishes for the kitchen, as well as a bed and a fake plastic oven.

Chutki was quick to dish out roles for us, eager to start the game. Tanvi was the mother, Lakshmi the father (Naturally, the oldest two among us got the parental roles), I was the older brother, and Chutki my little sister. Lakshmi, not familiar with the fact that Chutki always got her way, complained that there should be two daughters as boys were 'icky'. Chutki didn't really seem to care - surprisingly - but I was reluctant to play the role of a girl. Not that it made a difference; it was just a stupid game anyway. I started to argue that I should be the dad then, and Lakshmi the mother, but found myself quickly silenced by Chutki's annoying whining - who just wanted to start. I sighed softly to myself, accepting my role as a girl, and we started into the game.

As usual, it was boring. The mom and dad would stand around the kitchen cooking; we kids would sit on the floor playing with toys, Chutki occasionally whining for attention from her 'parents'. Both I, Tanvi and Lakshmi were unenthusiastic, and I think the only thing that kept me from standing up and walking out were the occasional smiles that Lakshmi would cast me. I had a crush on her.

As it neared 8:00 - Chutki's bedtime - there came an argument. I was supposed to be their daughter, yet my clothes were clearly male. Baggy jeans and a white tee-shirt, Lakshmi, a bit of a tomboy was clad nearly the same as me only her jeans were a bit tighter. Her clothing passed as either male or female I suppose. But she has started growing light mustache on her face and her legs were full of hairs. She was hairier than all of us. Naturally she looks masculine in all of us.  Chutki, being her impatient self, whined. She didn't suggest any solution - probably not having one - just hoping that somehow making herself sound irritated would help the problem. Tanvi, Lakshmi and I all glanced back and forth from one another hopelessly, as if each was expecting the other two to come up with a solution to the irritating whines.

Lakshmi was acting as a man of the house took the lead and speak, "Mannu, " she said, facing me, "why don't you go put on some of Chutki's clothes? She's about your size."

Needless to say, I blushed bright red. To play the role of a girl was one thing, but to dress up as one quite another. I opened my mouth starting to object, but was quickly silenced by a hard look from Tanvi as Chutki's crying grew louder again. I ambled slowly over to Chutki's walk-in closet and stepped in, shutting the door behind me. I slipped off my clothes quickly, piling them on the floor, then glanced around and found a pair of little pink panties. I looked down at them scowling. It should have been easy - all that I had to do wasstep into them - but to actually think about doing it brought the blush back to my face.

I stood there unmoving for several minutes, just holding the panties. By the noise outside, it sounded as if the game had resumed. A knock on the door disturbed the silence, "How's it coming Mannu?" came Lakshmi's voice through the door.

"Uhm, I can't figure out how to get this stuff on." I said, "I guess I'll have to just stay in my regular clothes...". I put the panties back down, picking up my navy blue boxers.

"Oh nonsense, here I'll help you." Came Lakshmi's voice.

The door swung open, and Lakshmi, not even taking a second glance at my naked body, stepped in, closing the door behind her. I turned my head over my shoulder, staring at her with a bright pink blush on my face, but she seemed to take no notice.

Lakshmi picked up the panties that I had just dropped moments ago, and leaned down, holding them by my feet. "Ok, just step in hun, like you would for your boxers."

I quickly did as she asked; wanting to hide my nudity and Lakshmi pulled the panties slowly up my legs to cover my crotch. They were pretty tight on me and the silky fabric squeezed in gently around my cock, creating a slight bulge at the front. Lakshmi tugged them up another little bit, creating even more pressure against my cock and I let out a low groan, blushing.

"See, they're not that bad, are they sweetie, you already have no hair on your legs?" Lakshmi giggled, then smiled, and gave me a light kiss on the cheek, feeling her mustache hairs on my cheeks once again drawing a pink blush to my face - A blush that brightened substantially as her hands began to smooth out the panties across my skin, brushing against my rear, then against my cock. Her hands were warm and with the stimulation of the smooth fabric against my cock, I felt myself growing hard. I let out a soft gasp. Lakshmi simply looked at my growing bulge beneath the panties and giggled.

"Enjoying this now, aren't you sweetie?"

She went back to Chutki's drawers, finding a little black skirt, a pink bra that matched the panties and a tight-fitting red tee-shirt. First she had me step into the skirt, pulling it up my legs and buttoning it up, concealing the panties and the bulge beneath. Next she held the bra to my chest, and buckled it around. She looked at it for a moment, and then grabbed a pair of socks, stuffing one sock under each cup to make it appear as if I had breasts. Finally she asked me to lift my arms and she slipped the tight red shirt down over my head, hiding the fact that there were real breasts, and completing my outfit.

Lakshmi smiled at me and say: “you don’t have even started growing hair in your armpit” you should see mine, it has forest of hair”-she giggled again and wordlessly taking my hand, the opened the door, leading me back out to Chutki's bedroom. Upon seeing me, Chutki looked delighted, seeing that her demands for the game had - as usual - been met. Tanvi simply smiled, perhaps holding back a laugh as she looked upon her little brother in her little sister's clothing. I blushed again, but then looked down at Lakshmi's hand strongly holding mine and felt reassured - and hard, I noted, as the panties seemed to be growing more tight on me by the moment.

The game flowed smoothely from then on, and we played for another ten minutes before it was Chutki's bedtime. Tanvi, Lakshmi and I waited as Chutki got changed into her pajamas. The whole time, Tanvi and Lakshmi were talking excitedly between themselves in whispers, occasionally glancing at me and giggling. Finally, Chutki slid under the covers and a walked towards her closet, intending to get back into my clothes. Tanvi walked out of the room at a quick whisper from Lakshmi, leaving only Lakshmi, Chutki and myself.

As I reached the closet, Lakshmi put grabbed lightly ahold of my wrist, stopping me. She smiled, and casting a quick glance to Chutki to make sure she had closed her eyes, Lakshmi's hand darted beneath the skirt, lightly squeezing my cock through my panties. I groaned, blushing and looking back at Lakshmi.

She leaned her head in close to my ear and whispered quietly to me, "Meet me in Tanvi's room at midnight. Keep the clothes on."

Her hand brushed softly off of my breasts, and she stepped away, walking out of Chutki's room. I stood stunned for a moment, opened the closet to collect my clothing I had taken off earlier, and then raced back to my room, my heart pounding.

I locked my door behind me, and lay down on my bed panting. She had touched me. Not even accidentally. She had even invited me to the room where she would be sleeping tonight. My mind reeled with possibilities and my hand slid down beneath the panties, stroking myself as I thought.

I imagined Lakshmi on top of me, holding me down on the bed as she rode my cock. She was breathing hard, looking down at me with eyes filled with lust. Beads of sweat formed on her mustache, she moaned and trembled as an orgasm rippled through her, then collapsed down on top of me, breathing hard.

The illusion broke as I felt my own orgasm commence. I spurted a couple drops of cum onto the red tee-shirt (I had only started producing cum in the past month), but my cock pulsed many times as the orgasm shook me. I found myself lying down, panting as the effects of my orgasm receded, and shut my eyes, continuing to think about Lakshmi.

The loud ringing of my alarm clock woke me ten minutes before midnight. I shut it off after fumbling around in the dark for a moment trying to find the switch. I had set the alarm for some reason then drifted off to sleep.

I yawned and sat up slowly. As soon as I saw the clothes I was wearing, I recalled why I had set my alarm. I grew instantly hard beneath the tight pink panties as I thought of Lakshmi. I had to get ready - In ten minutes I knew I had to be in there and prepared for her.

I walked to the bathroom and gave my face a quick wash. I then brushed my teeth, and still having a few minutes to spare I decided to shave 'down there'. I had heard that she liked boys better shaved and herself to keep hairs and I intended to make this perfect - both for myself and Lakshmi.

Grabbing my mother's razor and shaving cream, I quickly pulled down the skirt and panties and sprayed the cool cream across my balls and around my cock. There was very little hair to begin with down there and the shave was almost unnecessary, but I did it anyway. I then wiped away the remaining cream with a wet towel, dried myself off, ran my hands over the smooth skin and pulled the panties and skirt back up. I was ready.

I walked out of the bathroom, over to my sister's room. I hesitated for a moment, and then knocked on her door.

My sister's room? I had only imagined Lakshmi and myself lying in bed alone, locked in a passionate embrace. I had imagined my lips touching hers, my smooth cock embedded in her hairy big pussy. It had only just dawned on me that my sister would be in there with her and with this realization my entire fantasy died. Surely Lakshmi didn't plan on making love to me with my sister sitting there watching us! It had to simply be some sort of plan to humiliate and make fun of me, laugh at me in my little sister's clothing.

I turned and began to walk back to my room, dismayed.

I heard the door creak open and Lakshmi's soft voice, "Where ya goin' cutie?". She spoke fondly and softly, not at all the mockery I had expected.

I turned to face her, reconsidering my options - perhaps she was serious about it. As soon as I saw her, I gaped in awe. She had almost no clothing on! Other than a skimpy red bra and a matching pair of panties, Lakshmi was entirely naked. Her body was very beautiful but she looks stronger than me and hairy also, with full rounded breasts like a grown woman, well curved hips and tanned skin. At her crotch I see a moist hairy patch on the panties her hair was spread to her thighs and going till her muscular legs. I was frightened by seeing her well-built hairy body. She could rape me easily. Removing my fear by my lust, then I looked back to her breasts I noted that her nipples could be seen through the bra, poking out noticeably - She was obviously as aroused as I was.

Without saying another word, Lakshmi turned and walked back into my sister's room, her plump ass swaying forth tantilizingly. I followed her in, my eyes glued to her hairy legs the whole way. I felt my cock twitching under the panties, still straining against the fabric needing release. I smiled, knowing my craving would soon be satisfied.

As I looked up, I noticed Tanvi for the first time, sitting on the edge of her bed. Like Lakshmi, she was clad only in a bra and panties. Hers were white and looked to be made of silk - a material which couldn't have suited her better. Above the panties she had on a strap-on. This surprised me, and my mind reeled - was Tanvi a lesbian? She was blushing as I stared at it. It was about seven inches long - well over the length of my little undeveloped cock of 4”. It was made of some sort of smooth rubber, and my sister's hand worked slowly up and down the shaft, spreading lube over it.

My eyes were fixed on Tanvi with interest, but snapped quickly back to Lakshmi as I felt her hand rubbing up against the crotch of my panties again. She led me over to the bed, had me lie down, and then started to grind her hand against my little cock through the panties. I quickly grew hard beneath them, squirming in a slight discomfort as the tight fabric had its usual effect of holding my cock in, preventing me from getting a proper erection.

I could feel Tanvi's eyes on me, and heard her giggling softly as she watched. I was breathing a bit harder than usual, thrusting back eagerly against Lakshmi's hand as it teased my cock. I shut my eyes, concentrating on the wonderful feeling. Lakshmi's hand slowly rode up beneath my skirt to the top of the panties then slipped underneath. Her fingers gently squeezed in around my cock and started to stroke up and down the length of my shaft. My breathing continued to hasten as I trusted up into her hand.

I felt Lakshmi's other hand pushing beneath me as she masturbated me, pulling down the backside of the panties exposing my little plump butt. A single finger slowly traced down between my cheeks, rubbing against my rear entrance. I found this rather stimulating and my thrusting hastened even more into her hand, my body on the verge of orgasm.

As quickly as her hand had arrived upon my cock, it departed, letting the tight panties pull back down over my cock, encasing it back in it's prison. Lakshmi momentarily removed her other hand as well, lightly licking her finger. I was left as I was, my eyes still shut, my hips gyrating against the open air as if I was still thrusting into her hand.

Her hand returned, rubbing against my little puckered rear entrance a few times more, then applying a gentle pressure until the now moistened finger began to push into me. While the finger was not unpleasant, it was strange. I enjoyed it, yet my erection started to subside slightly. I blushed as I thought about what Lakshmi was doing to me with her finger, yet I did not resist. I wanted it. It felt good.

Lakshmi grinned mischievously up at me as the finger probed into my rear deeper. The finger swirled around in slow circles within me, stretching out my little hole a bit, while pleasuring me internally. Every so often I would feel her finger brush past a very sensitive spot (Which I later learned was called the prostate) which would cause me to shudder involuntarily, nearly triggering my orgasm each time. The finger continued to slowly rotate around my interior for a few minutes, driving me mad with lust. Eventually it's rhythm changed and it began to move in and out. As she fingered my ass, I panted with each thrust her finger made into me, so near to an orgasm, constantly almost being driven over the edge.

A second finger forced it's way in. It was a bit painful, but not too bad, and the two continued their assault. I opened my eyes, looking at Lakshmi pleadingly. I needed to orgasm. She seemed to understand the look in my eyes, and her fingers both brushed against my prostate, then curled in, pressing against it hard. She began to massage it lightly in circles, her eyes locked on mine, watching.

I squirmed and bucked, my cock no longer even hard, but the pleasure overwhelming. I breathed in hard, a soft moan escaping my lips as my cock pulsed in the panties, leaking a few drops of cum. My entire body seemed to shudder helplessly as waves of pleasure overtook me, my hole contracting around the invasive fingers, only adding to my pleasure.

As I came down from the orgasm, the fingers continued to move slowly in and out of my rear, fingering my hole causing the entrance to stretch slightly. The feeling was pleasant and I spread my legs slightly, welcoming them to venture in deeper. I was motionless other than my fast but rhythmic breathing, still panting softly from the pleasure that Lakshmi had given me.

Lakshmi's fingers slowly withdrew from my hole, leaving me feeling empty but satisfied. She smiled, rubbing my limp cock through the panties. "Did my little girl like that?" she cooed, grinning at me. "Does she like having her little pussy fingered?".

I blushed. What she said was embarrassing to me to say the least. At the same time however, I enjoyed what she had done and wanted to let her know. I gave a slight nod, my face flushing pink with embarrassment.

"Good girl." she cooed again. Her hands slid slowly up my sides to my smooth armpits, and she pulled me up, and then hugged me tightly against her body. My face pressed in against her bra-covered breasts and I felt my erection quickly returning.

Lakshmi stepped to the side and Tanvi came to me and took me in her embrace for five minutes and then half-carrying me, although I'm sure I could have moved on my own. I felt another pair of hands take hold of my hips and looking back over my shoulder, I found Tanvi. My older sister was pulling my body down to sit in her lap. Seeing no harm in sitting there, I let myself be pulled down. I had long since forgotten about the strap-on which earlier Tanvi was wearing and I jolted as the smooth lubed tip suddenly pressed up against my hole. Assisted by Tanvi, Lakshmi continued to lower my body down. The head of the strap-on was large and I whimpered softly as it forced its way in.

It was painful, and my whimpering grew louder as it stretched out my hole. A few tears rolled from my eyes down my cheeks as I looked for help from Tanvi, hoping she would not let Lakshmi do this to me. Her eyes showed only lust and her mouth a slight grin as she kissed me and continued to push my body down onto the big rubber cock.

I tried to stand up, but Lakshmi's hands was quite strong on my hips and Tanvi's on my shoulders kept me moving slowly downwards, encasing the strap-on in my rear.

In all honesty, after the initial penetration, the feeling was not at all bad. It was much like having her gentle fingers in me only much larger, causing a bit more stretching at my hole. However, given the circumstance, I was panicked. I squirmed as she slowly pulled me down on her cock, wanting nothing more to stand up and run away.

At last the arduous penetration came to a halt. I felt my legs against those of Lakshmi’s hairier one. It was looking like that I am really sitting on a man’s lap. I felt the massive rubber cock embedded fully in my rear. Lakshmi's hands reached around me in a tight embrace, making me lean back against her. I still continued to squirm slightly, much Tanvi's delight, who was giggling at my obvious discomfort.

Now Lakshmi seemed a bit more sympathetic, turning my face towards her, she kissed me on the lips, her fingers running down my neck, beneath the shirt to one of my nipples and giving it a squeeze. She smiled. "Mannu. Be a good little girl and sit still for me, okay?"

I hesitated.

"For me?" She said, clasping my hand in hers and looking up into my eyes.

The pleading look on Lakshmi's face at that moment was all I needed for persuasion. She really wanted me to behave, I knew. I really wanted her to be mine. I would have obeyed anything.

I nodded, trying to get over the discomfort, letting myself relax in her lap, leaning back against her with a sigh. She, sensing that I was a bit more at ease, took hold of my hips once more. She slowly began to rock her own hips, lifting my full weight with her muscular thighs, thrusting the strap-on deep into my rear. I panted softly, staring at Lakshmi still, who smiled back as she watched.

"Good girl." Lakshmi cooed again, squeezing my nipples by both of her hands.

With each thrust, she pushed the strap-on deeper into my rear. After getting over the initial shock of having it used on me, the strap-on was becoming very pleasant, it's sides constantly giving a soothing, pleasurable massage to the inside of my rear. She would also give occasional slaps to my butt cheeks, causing me to make sudden startled movements, while both girls giggled at me.

As lakshmi filled my butt with the lovely strap-on, My sister pulled down the front side of my panties. While normally I would have been rock-hard from the very thought of this, the penetration of my rear as well as my recent orgasm, made that impossible. Tanvi was instead presented - much to my dismay - with my little limp cock. She didn't seem to mind at all, as she grasped it in her hand, and slowly began to jerk me off.

The double stimulation was intense. The strap-on sped up quickly under the command of Lakshmi and my sister was just as eager with stroking my cock. My breathing grew steadily faster and louder, interrupted by intermittent moans as the strap-on made an extra-deep thrust, or aimed just right so that it would brush against my prostate.

As I neared my orgasm, my cock began to pulsate in Tanvi's hand. She made a gesture to Lakshmi, who immediately stopped thrusting. Tanvi's hand also stopped, leaving me a few seconds short. I wiggled my butt, trying to bounce it upon the strap-on, but lakshmi held me down, not letting me finish it.

I heard Lakshmi say from behind me softly, "Aww, does my little girl need to cum?".

I nodded, blushing again as I continued to squirm, managing to get the strap-on pushed up against my prostate, but not really able to derive much pleasure from it without being able to make it move in and out.

Lakshmi smiled, "Do you need to cum sweetie?" she repeated, using the same light teasing voice that Tanvi had used.

I blushed and nodded.

"Aww, isn't she adorable." Lakshmi said again, watching me squirm.

Both girls grinned. "Mannu, " Lakshmi started, "tell us what you want sweetie."

"I want to cum." I groaned out, blushing red. What were they, stupid? Of course I wanted to cum!

"Oh, that's nice." Said my sister dully.

I sat, squirming, unsure of what they wanted to hear. Both girls were giggling at me in my helpless state, only adding to my embarrassment, Lakshmi giving an occasional thrust into my ass just to keep me well-stimulated and near the orgasm but she now forcefully squeezing my bra covered chest like a breast.

"I need to cum!" I whimpered, trying hard to move up and down on the cock, although Lakshmi's powerful hands still prohibited my movement.

"Aww. Our little girl needs to cum." Said Lakshmi again in that teasing voice that was driving me mad. "But what does our little girl want?"

"I want to cum!" I repeated, feeling as if I was going to die either from embarrassment or from being kept on the edge of my orgasm so long.

"Mannu, " Said Tanvi, in a sightly less mocking voice, "What do you want Lakshmi to do?"

It dawned on me. Why they wanted me to say it, I don't know. Perhaps just to embarrass me more. It made no difference. I wanted to cum, and I would. "I want Lakshmi to fuck my ass." I said, my face flushing pink.

Tanvi nodded, she took hold of my cock in one hand, cupping the other hand just below its tip. I felt the strap-on quickly begin to move beneath me. Lakshmi almost lift me now in her lap and worked quickly, thrusting almost half of the length of the strap-on in and out of me each time. It took only moments for me to shudder, collapsing limply back against her full breasts as another orgasm washed over me. My cock spurted a tiny bit of cum again, which landed in Tanvi's hand. The thrusting stopped quickly soon thereafter, leaving me panting breathlessly with my eyes still shut, resting my head against my Lakshmi’s breasts.

Tanvi smiled, she lifted her cum-covered fingers to my mouth. "Open up sweetie." she cooed.

I did as she asked. Her fingers quickly found their way into my mouth. "Good girl. Now suck and swallow it all up."

Once again I obliged, tasting a salty liquid, not caring too much about what it was. Tanvi removed her fingers from my mouth, and I opened my eyes. "Good girl." she said again. Lakshmi kissed me forcefully on the lips  with her mustached lips, and then lifting me slowly from her lap, the strap-on pulling out of me with a soft 'pop'.

The two girls left the room, giggling, leaving me on my sister's bed, still panting softly from my orgasm. I shut my eyes, and within a few minutes, sleep overtook me.

Being a girl certainly was exhausting.

A Brahmin Widow

A Brahmin Widow

the story is taken from a blog  http://www.indiansexstories.biz/Thread-A-Brahmin-Widow

All credit goes to original writer

I am narrating my experience twenty-five years back. I was aged twenty- eight and was married seven years prior to that. We belong to the orthodox south Indian Brahmin family. My married life was disappointing, as my husband could not satisfy me sexually. He was not impotent but less active. As a result we did not have children. The elders in the family naturally blamed me for this and sent me to some local country quacks for treatment. This treatment did not have any impact on me getting pregnant. However, they increased my libido and sexual desire that remained unsatisfied due my husband’s inadequacy.

Within few years, my husband was involved in a road accident and died immediately. Then only I realized what happens to a widow in a traditional orthodox south Indian Brahmin family. There were elaborate rituals for ten days and each day I used to be dressed in the finest sari, all jewellery, flowers on my long hair and a big dot of vermilion on my forehead, a typical bridal make-up. On the tenth day night, all these turned into a nightmare and I was subjected to the worst form of humiliation.

 A group of women from among our relatives, who were also widows, pounced on me and took me to the backyard of our house. There they stripped me of my make up like vermilion dot on my forehead, flowers and my jewels. My sari, blouse, brassiere and panties were also removed and I was made totally nude. Then I was told that as per custom and tradition I must wear only a beige colored sari with out blouse and was given one to wear. I withstood all this and the slept for the night.

I did not realize what was in store for me the next morning and had a good sleep. I was woken up next morning around sunrise by the same group of widows and asked to brush my teeth and finish other toilet routines. I complied and when I was coming out of the toilet, I noticed our family barber sitting at the backyard and sharpening his straight edged razor. There was a wooden plank placed on the floor in front of him for some one to take the seat and get shaved. 

I was given my morning cup of coffee and then instructed to take a bowl of hot water, go and sit on the wooden plank in front of the barber. When I questioned why, I was shouted at and advised not to ask such impertinent questions. 

As a Brahmin widow, I need to comply with the customs and traditions that dictate I get my head clean shaved. I was in tears and burst out crying conveying my reluctance. At that time, my husband’s aunt came towards and advised there is no point in crying and protesting. This shaving has to happen and all that you can do is to bear and enjoy the experience. She added that she also had to undergo such an experience, which she did not like the but ha, accepted and enjoying it. 

She suggested that sitting for shaving with the sari is not as per custom. I have to remove it and the sit wearing a small bath towel around my waist and bare breasted. When I expressed my reluctance, she said that shyness is initially only but as widow I am supposed to be without a sense of shame and should consider myself not as woman.

I saw the writing on the wall and then quietly removed my sari and wrapped a bath towel around my waist. My buttocks being fairly large and rounded, the towel size was just adequate to go around. Then I took a bowl of hot water on an earthen bowl and sat in front of the barber, on the plank cross-legged. Our family barber is a middle-aged person who is a regular visitor to our home to shave our men in the family.

 He simply looked at my bare breast and me. He had already opened his steel box containing the shaving implements like few straight edged razors, shaving brush and a tube of shaving cream. He looked to other women for instructions how to proceed. My aunt instructed him to shave the head clean and smooth. The head should be as smooth as ensure that a bird sitting on it will slip and fall down.

I had a long and thick hair extending up to my buttocks, which I normally used to braid into long pigtail. But after the previous nights experience of removing my bridal makeup, I had tied and knotted as a bun on top of my head. Barber undid the knotted bun and my long tresses of hair extended freely on my back right up to my buttocks. Looking at that beautiful hair, barber requested if he can shave it straight way with the razor instead of sniping it with scissors and then shaving it clean. He said this would help him to make good money by selling my long black hair for wig makers. He added that I may have a discomfort for a day the shaven head will have a burning sensation due to the repeated use of the straight razor over and over the head. 

I agreed as I felt it necessary to help him and did not realize how it would help me in subsequent days to come. Barber happily commenced his task by wetting my hair with warm water from the supplied bowl. The bowl had to be replenished thrice as he used sufficient water to drench my hair from the roots. He also gave smooth massage of my head whilst doing so. 

Whilst doing he came closer to myself and I could feel the sweat smell from his armpits as he raised his hand whilst applying water. Further, a masculine touch started to turn me on. After this, he took out his razor and started to sharpen before the application on my head. At that time I really trembled as I realized my days of long hair are only few seconds away from its death. I felt like a condemned prisoner about to have the noose knotted after a black hood covered his face. Barber slowly pulled my head forward almost close to him to have a good reach for his razor to play. He lowered it and parted the thick hair on the middle of the head to place his razor. All that I felt was the razor moving over my head with “tshk, tshk” noise and this continued for few seconds. Also I felt the gush of fresh air on to my head over the portions on which the razor moved. After few minutes there was thud on my right shoulder and I saw the fall of thick bunch of hair. Barber let loose my head from his grasp and commenced sharpening his hair for further pass over my head. This application of razor all over my head continued till the entire area over the head is covered, of course with few interruptions to sharpen the razor. I had closed my eyes during the entire process after the fall of first bunch of hair as I did not like to see my hairs falling but I felt their fall at various parts of my upper body.

After the tonsure was completed, barber wetted my head again with warm water and this time took another razor to sharpen. He sharpened it for few minutes on his sharpening stone. I had already started feeling the burning sensation by the rude movement of razor that left a number of small nicks. He rubbed my head again with water and started shaving it closer with small steps at a time. After few minutes and covering the whole head, he rubbed off the head with his hand and certified as smooth and clean. Then my aunt rubbed her hand over my head and felt that it can be made smoother by applying a load of shaving cream and shaving it clean. Barber obliged and stated brushing my already smooth head with cream. The razor again had its play leaving entire head shining. I opened my eyes and was pained to see my long tresses lying all around me. Barber coolly and gladly collected them together and packed them in a cover as his prized possession. Then he took out an old mirror from his box, thrust on to my hand and suggested to have a look. Also he asked me to feel the head to see whether it is smooth enough. I was shocked to see my self completely bald and added to the removal of earrings and nose rings. I could not identify myself. I cried for few minutes and then composed myself. In the mean time.

I noticed in the mirror, my facial hair the side burns, a perceptible growth of black hair on the upper lip and few strands at the lower chin were prominently visible especially after my head was at shining best.

Next I felt the brush on my chin and found the barber moving the shaving brush with lather on my face just as he would handle his male clientele. I was holding the mirror as this was going on and found myself a bit funny to be covered with lather over my upper lip. He slowly got another razor from his box. He seemed to have different set of razors for each area of the body. He commenced from top of my face close to my ears and ran down the razor fluently and cleaned my complete face leaving it shining smooth. His pinching my nose and turning it to each side to ensure smooth and safe passage of razor over my upper lip was funny.

Another application of brush and lather followed by running of razor over on my entire face saw my face head as one shining lot. At this stage my aunt, came closer, turned my face and seemed to be satisfied with the barber’s work. But she said it is not good to leave the eyebrows as it is and ordered him to remove it. Barber complied with the same treatment as face and cleaned it smooth. On the mirror I could see my self totally smooth from neck and above and felt odd.

Barber’s eyes ran over my chest, my bare breast and the shoulder area. My thick underarm hair was sprouting out, as it was customary in orthodox families not to trim or shave any part of female body till then. My aunt told the barber to ensure that not trace of hair to be left unshaved and left the place along with others leaving our family barber and myself alone. As told this barber was middle aged and was full of life. He understood my aunt’s order well and started to implement in all seriousness. He asked me to relax by leaning back and resting on my hands at the back thereby throwing my chest forward. 

There were few patches of hair around my breast nipples, middle of chest between breasts and on my tummy around the belly button. He took handful of water and started to apply on my chest allover including the breasts. My breasts were large like a coconut and handled them with both hands to increase the coverage area. I was getting turned on quickly and my nipples hardened. He took out the razor and ran all over my chest carefully ensuring all the hairs are removed smoothly. A further examination of smoothness by massaging the area especially the breasts left me excited. He recognized my condition and slowly bent and started caressing my breast and getting his face closer to it. I understood his intent and readily thrust my left breast into his mouth and he was glad to suck it vigorously. I got further turned and the effect on my lower half hidden by bath towel was violent. After sucking my both the breast and leaving the nipple hard, he asked me to lift my hands to show my underarms that were covered with thick hair growth. A quick water application and razor treatment got my both armpits smooth and shining despite a black patch of discoloration. Next my both hands were cleaned of the normal hair growth that got me shining from the hip and above.

Then came the climax. I was expecting an invitation from him to stand up to help him to continue his work below the hip and he readily obliged. He asked whether I have any hair to be shaved. I replied by standing up and he understood me well. He simply undid the knot on the towel and that exposed my remaining parts of anatomy. My genitals and area around from stomach was covered with thick bush of hair. He wondered how I could manage all these days with this bush. No wonder there was staunch sweat smell. He started rubbing the whole area with water and I got further excited. As wetted this area repeatedly, he started putting his finger also inside my vagina to get me further excited. He suggested that he would get me in to a complete orgasm before putting the razor in this area for shaving as any inadvertent movement could leave me nicked badly in a sensitive area. I agreed and he started rubbing my vagina, mount and inner lips with both hands and I stated excreting my juice. I had my orgasm and he seemed to be a bit concerned. I could sense his problem and asked whether he is also excited. He answered in affirmative and I knew what he wanted. Our family barber is a professional as per caste system in India. 

He is used to dress very simply with just a lungi around his waist with a loincloth underneath supporting his genitals, scrotum and testis. He never wears an upper garment except for towel that dangles on his shoulders when he walks. Otherwise during work he is always bare-chested with thick patch of hair covering his upper body. Knowing this, I undid the knot of his lungi that dropped down on the floor exposing his loincloth that was getting stressed by his genitals. As he was breathing heavily due excitement, his prick must be pushing his loincloth further and further. I made him turn around and from the partition of his buttocks unearthed the edge of his loincloth and loosened it further, prior to totally removing it. What I saw beneath was a wonder to me. A tough and long shaft, ten inches long and one inch in diameter, with the foreskin totally withdrawn. My late husband did not have even half the size of this. Barbers prick was clean-shaven and smooth all over. He said that he knew of his job for the day with me and had expected such an experience. Hence, he came prepared by getting shaved below his navel and he said I could take on from here. I was excited by his words and though I badly wanted to have him fuck me I decided to try other modes. I held his long shaft with both my hands and fondled it vigorously.

I saw him getting further turned on and he held my smooth shaved head in both hands and started kissing over it. After some time I started squeezing his big testicles and he seemed to be in some pain but enjoyed. In few seconds, I sat down whilst he was standing and his shaft was right near my face. He slowly brought it closer to my mouth and started thrusting inside. I could not resist getting it inside my mouth and in few minutes I was sucking it actively as he was pushing it in and out like the steam engine piston rod. I was getting equally excited and enjoyed it despite the offensive smell emanating from his genital area as well his anus. After few minutes, I had his strong grunt and his shout to stop. But I continued, as I could not stop immediately. He let go his jet of cum on to mouth and the jet spurted three four times before his shaft got totally soft. I had to swallow some of the cum but retained a lot in my mouth which I spat on a small bowl that forms part of barbers kit for keeping water. In my case, a bigger bowl was needed as my hair was long and it needed deep wetting. I could fill around half the bowl. Barber became totally tired and sat down and continued sharpen his razor to proceed with shaving my genitals. A fresh bout of water application and the placing of razor below the navel was followed by the “tshk,tshk” noise as the razor ran past the thick hair growth. He tried to be careful whilst coming closer to the flaps of the vagina and handled them well. During this process he repeatedly inserted his fingers into my vagina and exciting my mount. With in a few moments my bottom was smooth as that of child. Next a quick movement of razor over my thighs and legs got my entire front bottom shining.

Next the barber asked is there any hair left or he can start the final finish. I remembered I have few patches in my buttocks especially near the asshole. I turned my back and requested him to shave my entire buttocks. Barber readily agreed and did the same treatment with only difference that he asked me to spread my buttocks so that hair around the asshole could be shaved clean. This left me totally smooth and free of ant traces of hair on my body from head to toe. By this time I got adequately turned on and I needed his help. This time I asked him play with my buttocks and he quickly started kissing it and slowly moved his tongue closer my asshole. I spread my buttocks with my hand to get to anus easily. He played on to my anus with his tongue plunging it deep into my hole. This made me reach orgasm.

I sat down after that and he said that he would empty the bowl in which I had put his cum but he preferred to rub on to my head and shaved body as an after shave lotion. I enjoyed again his vigorous massaging of the head, face, breast, genitals, buttocks and the anal area with this cum lotion. The smell of it was exciting. Thus ended my first experience with the barber. The entire episode took about an hour and my aunt came back to wind up the show and pay the barber his fee. Looking at the exalted status of both of us, she smiled and said that I should not allow my hair to grow for more than a fortnight. She told the barber to visit every fifteen days to shave my head and repeat the experience. I thanked her profusely for this suggestion. I remembered her words at the beginning that I need not cry but enjoy the experience, which I did.