India has ever been the holy land of gods and goddesses. Since ages past, men and women kings and emperors, saints and sages here were worshipping the Lord not only as the omnipotent and absolute 'one' but also as the 'one' whose manifestations are varied and manifold and who possesses different names, forms and divine attributes.
Temple of Attukal is one of ancient temples of South India, is popularly described as Sabarimala of the Women, as women form the major portion of devotees. The Goddess in the temple of Attukal is worshipped as the Supreme Mother, creator of all living beings and the mighty preserver as well as destroyer of them all. Thousands of devotees from far and near flock to the Temple to bend before the Goddess with awe and reverence to prostrate and redress their affliction and agony. The Pongala Festival is the most important festival of Attukal Bhagavathy Temple. The offering of Pongala is a special temple practice prevalent in the southern part of Kerala and some parts of Tamilnadu. The entire area of about 5 kilometre radius around temple with premises of houses of people of all caste, creed and religion, open fields, roads, commercial institutions, premises of Government offices etc. emerges as a consecrated ground for observing Pongala rituals for lakhs of women devotees assembling from different parts of Kerala and outside. The ceremony is exclusively confined to women folk and the enormous crowd, which gathers in Trivandrum on this auspicious day is reminiscent of the Kumbhamela Festival of North India. It has been reported that over 15 lakhs women devotees participated in the Ponkala held early last year, the like of which, is unparalleled anywhere in the world.
On this day every inch of temple including roads, courtyards of houses etc. become sites of Ponkala cooking. By dawn all roads leading to the temple are filled with devotees carrying bricks, firewood earthern pots, rice,jaggery & by 8.am the Pongala hearths are set up by the devotees in the temple grounds, in all the roads leading to the temple & with the number of devotees assembling from different parts of Kerala & Tamilnadu increasing each year the entire area of about 9 kilometre radius around temple with premises of houses of people of all caste, creed and religion, open fields, roads, commercial institutions, premises of Government offices etc.now emerges as a consecrated ground for observing Ponkala. Woman bear the searing heat of the sun & the hearths & make this offeing on an empty stomach. Around 11 am the Priest lights the hearth in front of the temple amidst fire works and beating of chenda (Drum). This is then passed on from one woman to the other who light their hearth and prepare "Neivedyam (cooked rice)" meaning the Ponkala.Then there is a long wait till evening by the devotees near their hearths. At about 4 pm that day,Priests sanctify the Pongala offering by sprinkling holy water on the pots. With the announcement of the sanctification made though the public address system the 200-odd priests deployed at various parts of the city proceed to sanctify the offerings of the lakhs of devotees who have set up their hearths up all along the roads. This act marks the finale of the Ponkala and the devotees return home with happiness and satisfaction in their mind and after making an appeal to the Goddess for Her permission to participate in next year's Ponkala.
This is a festival in which my mother has been participating for the last 13 years and according to her the experience has truly been divine. The practice started when she was having problems with migraine and no medicine would heal her. Then some colleague asked her to offer a 'mandaputt' for the said festival and she decided to participate in the festival. She claims that her migraine was completely cured after that. But one day before the festival she got her periods. Its assumed that women should not go to temples or worship lord when she is having the curse. I was having my engineering course and was staying at the hostel. When I returned to hostel in the evening the matron informed me that my mother had been frantically calling me from the morning and instructed to immediately send me home.
When I reached home she appraised me about her condition and asked me to do the ritual on her behalf during that season. I was not pious and did not know any of the customary practices. But she had already made arrangements with some neighbors and told me nothing to worry about it. I just had to go with them and rest will be taken care of those veterans. So I had to travel with those veterans in the afternoon. They used to reach the place by evening and stay in some relative's place. It was difficult to get any convenient place until otherwise we book some place near roadside or conveniently in the previous night. Men were not permitted to roam around unless they have a residential pass. The ladies were Janki and Santha both forty plus, plump and very much dominating. Since I was a novice I had no option than to stay with them and obey what they tell me.
I was wearing a pair of jeans and top, but they asked me I have to wear a traditional sary when performing the rituals. So I borrowed a sary, underskirt etc from my mother and enough money for buying utensils like earthen pots, wooden spoons etc etc. We reached there at the evening and straight away went to a house where a lot of women were already occupied. Santha has some way of getting things done and somehow they agreed to spare a small room with attached bath for three of us. There was acute water scarcity but the house lady informed us by midnight night they would make arrangements for more water and nothing to worry about.
We had food from the house itself and about 10 p.m we retired to our small room since we had to wake up early in the morning to prepare for the event. The room was quite small and we had no beds, a big mat was placed on the floor and some used dirty pillows were thrown in. The fan was moving very slow and there were no regulator control for it. Since there was not much water inside bathroom the elder ladies did their urination outside the house in the open, I too had to follow them and it was very difficult for me to lower my jeans and panties as there was not much privacy except for some bushes and the whole area was lit. Devotional songs were playing continuously along with advertisement for various products. To sleep in middle of the blasting sound was an impossible thing.
I came back to the room and took a glass of water. The elders were dutifully praying and chanting some mantras and were preparing for bed, I was not surprised to see them removing the sarees they worn and soon were wearing only half skirts and blouses. I wondered if they were wearing some underwear like panties. It was highly improbable because both of them were fat and stocked in case of big tits and buttocks. I didn't have to think much about it as they removed the half skirts and sure they had some inner wear. They were white muslin cloth which both of them worn in a fashion like Sumo wrestlers. They had taken one end between the legs and tied it with a knot at the backside. They both show a half relieved sign and began to unhook the blouses, both of them removed their blouses along with cotton brassieres which they worn inner. I was flabbergasted with the unabashed display of big melon like breasts. Both of them were veterans in the breast departments and each melon was more than two handfuls. They had big teats too. They did not do anything to cover and I was certain that it was their usual practice to sleep topless. They then proceeded to undo the knot on the backside and the Sumo wrestlers type garment formed to a more decent way covering about half knee from their midriff. They looked at me to see if I am going to change. But I decided to keep on my jeans and top and decided to change to traditional costume in the morning when I do the bath.
I moved to the mat lay on the floor and it indicated them that I was not going to change my clothes. I moved to one side of the mattress so that they may get more space and can sleep together if they wanted to have some pillow talk. The ladies put off the light and joined me on the mat. One of them joined to my left side and the other one shoved me to middle and lay on my right side. I was thus sand witched between those ladies and I could do nothing about that as it was improper to jump over them and move to one side. So I was left in middle and I felt like a small elephant taken care by two experienced big elephants.
I was not used to sleep in a crowded bed and the outside was also not peaceful, there were ladies talking and I hear someone drawing water from a well. The screeching sounds of pulley when coir is moved, but my guardians were accustomed to such noise. One of them was already snoring, I cursed my fate and shut my eyes.
The lady who was sleeping to the side suddenly changed position and was now facing me, her mammoth breasts with their jutting nipples were just millimeters away from my face. Both women were of good height and I was only up to their shoulders. As there was enough light in the room I could clearly see those big melons and the center black circles and the big nipple in the middle. Will every woman have such big nipples? I wondered. They looked like jutting and taut, the air coming out of her nostrils was hot and her breath was fresh. Somehow I got a craving desire to feel those black nipples, but I restrained my mind and tried to sleep. Then the other lady changed side and was lying on the same direction like me, both of us facing the other lady who was facing us. The second lady was snoring and I felt funny to hear the rhythm. She then moved her hand over me and partially hugged me. In the process her breasts were pressing my back and I have become so close to the other ladies breasts. I could inhale the mixed smell of her body odour and sweat, she had applied some medicated oil I guessed. I could smell it. The pressing of cushion like breasts from my back side began to arouse me in some inexperienced way. I wished if I too was topless like those veterans then I could directly feel the cushions pressing on my smooth back. I was lying sandwiched and at some point my face came to contact with the breasts, the medicated oil made those tits smoother and velvet, otherwise it was unlikely to have for a 40+ woman to have such smooth curves, my face was almost between the valley and my nostrils were filled with the sweet smell of her cleavage. You cannot call it a cleavage but it was a canal flowing between two hillocks. The smooth outer surface of the globes was titillating me. Does she have any milk in those melons? I wondered. What if I lick the nipple, will she be awake. The dark nipples were a hairline away from my lips. From the other side two warm sponge cushions were pressing my back. I felt my pussy getting wet, I pressed my legs together to suppress the tingle. The lady changed slightly position and her nipples were just touching my lips. I opened my lips slightly and the jutting nipples were between my lips with no effort. The nipple was like a seed of tamarind, slipping in my mouth offering no taste and no flexibility. I kept idle keeping the teat in between my lips and observed if the lady felt anything, but she was breathing with same pace and I thought unlike young girls their breasts doesn't have that sensation, after all it was obvious that they were of habit sleeping topless. If someone had caught my nipples I would have cried aloud. But my nipples were very small just like a smooth pebble, whereas the nipple I was chewing was an inch length and good shaped.
I had licked the nipple thrice of four times and didn't feel she noticed it, it encouraged me to try to measure the diameter of her other breast, how would it feel to touch some others breasts, naughty me. I dared to put my hand on her other breasts and while I was moving my palm over the melon, she made a tremor and moved away from me. She was now lying on her back and I was deprived from the contact.
Then power was gone. Everywhere darkness fell, the whole area seems to have some power failure, the blasting music and everything gone in one second and a stand still atmosphere. I was delighted for a moment to have the darkness, which would help my explorations if dared. But the absence of fan increased the humidity in the room and the lady who was pressing on my back too moved to the other side. The two ladies as well as I began to suffocate in the humidity and lack of airflow. I cursed for wearing tight jeans and top and tightly clad brassieres inside. There were mosquitoes too humming with delight to suck our blood. The ladies were scratching and I was feeling humidity. I heard scratching by the snoring lady obviously she had been scratching at her pubis. I could distinguish the sound when a bush is scratched. I also guessed that she might had a big bush between her legs. I was sweating and had to do something about it. Finally I decided to remove my top and unzip my jeans a bit. I removed the top over my head and placed it near the pillows. Then I unhooked the bra I was wearing and kept it on my body, as I was not daring like my companions to sleep entirely topless. Then I unzipped my tight jeans and I felt air reaching through my panties. Thus somewhat relieved I stay without sleep counting when will the power come back. We had no blankets with us and was using one bed sheet spread on the mat, but the mosquitoes presence made some cover essential. If only I had a spare bed sheet I wished. Then I looked at the ladies to know how they cope with it. The lady sleeping behind me was covering her body with a white cloth. How come she got a spare sheet? Then I suppressed a chuckle seeing that she had used the only covering, which she had as bed cover and she was stark naked under it.
As I was also half nude I felt equal with them, the lady who was hugging me earlier was now facing away from me and I too tried to grab a bit of the cloth to make a feeble cover from humming mosquitoes. Then the other lady too repeated the same and used the muslin she was wearing at midriff as her blanket. The lady in front of me offered some more cloth to me in her half sleep, and we were under the muslin, she facing the wall, and I facing her behind. As the muslin was very thin and soft, it had a soothing effect in the absence of fan. Unlike a blanket, which makes humidity higher, the white muslin was cool and soft. So the three of us were facing same direction. Soon I understood the jeans have to be lowered to get some comfort. I silently removed the jeans entirely and was now left in panties and bra half opened.
As I was sharing the same muslin with the lady on my front it was obvious that our bodies were in close contact. Her fat buttocks were touching my panties and was making me wet. Her smooth back was soft and she had a faint smell of sandal soap. As I was lying close to her I began feeling the other one's breasts on my back, she too had offered her muslin to me and we were under one roof, I was half nude and the two of them stark naked. I was pressed so close to lady in front as the other one was closing to my body and those marvelous breasts which I longed to taken in my hands earlier were now pressing my bare back. I was having another problem my nipples were hardening with the close contact of the smooth back of the sandal smelling lady. I tried to cover it by my bra, still the nipples were hardening and I feared if the lady may feel it too. I never had my nipples become such hard rock before. They were just small pebbles but in that hot night it was also growing almost like a cashew nut. I tried to keep a distance between her back and my nipple but the pressing from behind made it impossible. I was also feeling the two other nipples which were pressing my behind too were bit agitated. I already knew they were rock hard when I had taken them between my lips. Was she too aroused like me, was she too feeling rock hard because her melons were pressing my smooth back?
If only I had some sleep, the wicked thought would have disappeared. I came for a holy festival and still feel so unholy desires. What to do, I never had been in such a situation, lying naked and sandwiched between two elder ladies with big body structure. My nipples, don't betray me, don't become so hard, I cursed, they were piercing my bra and was touching the other ones back, due to the absence of airflow, none could get any deep sleep. I guessed my fears were true, as the lady lying in front reached her hand back and felt my nipples. She might have been wondering if some insect was moving on her back. She tried to pinch my nipple and throw it away as if capturing an insect. I was ashamed, she might have understood that it was no insect and my hard rock nipple disturbing her. What a shame, I thought, I tried to clasp my bra so that it won't disturb when tight. As I was going to clasp my bra, the lady behind whispered in my ears, " Its very hot, isn't it, you will feel relaxed if you don't wear this stuff, the buckles are rough too", without waiting for my response she removed my bra and threw it away.
I was shocked for a moment and I could not do anything. The lady behind me hugged me and began normal breathing as if nothing had happened unusual. But my condition was worsened as my breasts were behaving improper as they were now free and was pressing the smooth softness in front. I could do nothing about it as both my nipples became hard rock and were taut and the lady in front was certain to feel my condition. But my companion behind solved the problem unknowingly as her hand came over my shoulders and her palm enclosed my breasts, preventing their close contact with the smooth surface in front. Her palm inside was not soft but rough because of her age and routine household activities like dish washing. She was pressing with her body and I felt my panties rubbed against a rough surface, something was making discomfort to my soft buttocks, something dotted and rough. I moved my hand and searched my behind so as to see what is that roughness. My palm came contact with the elder ladies pussy, unlike the other one who was scratching a big bush she had shaved there. The roughness was due to the hair growth and the pubic hairs were having rough edge and were peaking through my soft panties. I hurriedly withdrew my hands and the same instant the lady rolled one of my nipples between her fingers. 'Oooooh', I suppressed a moan, but she chuckled from behind and was now cupping my breasts. The nipples became harder and I felt they may explode if she continued to roll them again. She inserted her other hand under my body and I became lying completely under her care, in a spool like fashion. I felt like Kangaroo's daughter taken care by the fat lady in form of mother Kangaroo. I was like the kid peaking at the outside world from the hole in her belly. She was hugging me and it was soothing. She was inhaling my neck region and I could feel her warm breath on my neck. She was licking my curly hairs around the neck back and the start of spinal chord. My backside was full of goose bumps and I was shivering. The lady guessed my conditions and hissed in my ear, " Don't worry, all you need for a good sleep is a good orgasm, don't worry I will make one for you, leave everything to me, don't giggle, she will be awake", I wanted to say no, but words did not come. The lady was pinching my nipples and cupping the whole breasts from behind. She was kissing my nape, shoulders, neck, hairs and was pressing my buttocks with her big flat shaved belly. The irritation now was gone, I felt my buttocks were given a rubbing by sand paper. The blood flow increased and I was shivering in passion. I was melting, her hands were kneading my small breasts and rolling the nipples. Once or twice she will take the nipple between two fingers and give a press, it showed me the way to heaven. I was hissing and writhing in passion. Soon her left hand left my left breasts and came to my belly, she put her hand in my panties and yanked them away in one swift stretch. She made me lay flat and she was half leaning over me, I could see her sparkling eyes in the dark, she was feeling my pubic. She roamed my pubic with her thick fingers and estimated my growth. I had a nice bush down there, she was traveling her fingers in the dense jungle. Was she comparing my growth with her shaved vast pubis. She inserted her little finger in my belly button, she cupped my breasts when I was least expecting it. This made me extremely vulnerable. Soon she began to weave my pussy hairs and rub on the channel in the middle using her index finger. Without any modesty she began to insert the tip of her finger into my pussy opening and she spread the wetness, she was biting me lightly too. I was struggling to keep my voice down, I was cooing anyway, she then solved the problem by lifting her breast and offering the nipple to my hungry mouth. I eagerly began to suck her breasts and nipple. She had no milk but her nipple was iron like. She find my little clitoris using her expert fingers, I knew it existed in the lonely nights when I masturbated, but only when highly excited I was able to feel it, but the lady quite easily found out the small bead like organ and was tap tapping it with her puffy finger end. She began to role my clit and I was moving in the mat circularly. Funny that the sleeping lady did not pay any attention to us. Then power came back. The room was no more dark, we could see each other clearly. The fan moved and this time voltage was high, the stinky air became smooth again. I was about to come at that time, but the light made me shy, I tried to grab my panties and bra which were lying away, but the lady prevented me. She hugged me again from behind and was massaging my breasts alternately with her single hand where her other hand was busy finger fucking me. She inserted her index finger half into my dripping pussy and was fucking me. I was going to explode, I shut my eyes and I came violently in the next instant.
When I opened my eyes I saw both ladies sitting naked on my each sides and looking passionately at me. Their eyes were burning with desire while they were feasting on my complete nudity. They both grinned at me devilishly when I opened my eyes, I tried to cover my bosom with my crossed hands. But they put my hands down, and slowly felt my breasts. 'Was that good, did you come?', the lady who finger fucked me asked. I nodded shyly. 'Okay then its now your duty to return the favour no?', she asked. I nodded again. Both of them took one of my hands and placed it on their breasts. I began to cup each of them using my hands. I cupped both breasts alternately and they were enjoying it. Then the lady who made orgasm to me lay herself spread eagled and took my both hands and pulled me over her. I began to lay over her and was kissing her. She loved it and took my lips, and it was a stylish kiss, her lips rolled on my thin lips then took my whole lips together between her full lips. I was melting again. She then pressed me lower, I knew what to do, I moved my head lower licking her cleavage and then her big breasts and the dark thick nipples. She put her hands under her head and I saw thick curly armpit hairs, she had not shaved there. I could not help kissing her hairy pits, the aroma was pungent and aphrodisiac. I moved lower again and was licking her breasts, then the other lady pulled me lower and I was now lying on her abdomen, while the other lady was licking me from behind. Oh, it was too much, she took my heels and was licking the foot, it was so ticklish, my face was now on the shaved mound of the lady who offered her under me. I kissed there right on her shaved pussy. She spread her legs and I was in between her legs. My nostrils were filled with her pussy aroma and juice flowing from it. I thought she had attained menopause but her pussy was over flowing. The juice was spreading on my smooth face. She was widening her hole using her fingers pulling her labia folds away. I could see a small piece of meat at the top end of the orifice and guessed it was her big red clitoris. I took it between my lips and chewed like a slippery rubber piece. She was pressing my head onto her mound and I was struggling for air. At the same time the other lady was licking my ass. She spread my ass cheeks and was reaming my asshole with the tip of her tongue rolled as a cone. Oooh, I cannot take it any longer I too made my tongue rolled like a cone and began to fuck her hole using my tongue like a penis. The lady enjoyed it and applied brutal force on my head, I felt I was going to die without hair, then she exploded and pushed my face away.
'My darling, my sweet chick, you made me come, its been a long long time since I came like this, my dear, my sweat', she was crying. I was being cuddled by both of them. The other lady with hairy pussy was waiting for her turn. I moved towards her and started repeating the same movements I studied from the other one. But she was different, after some time she moved my face away and stood, I moved my face up in question. She gave a smile and said, 'Dear I have a better idea, why don't you allow me to sit on your face?'. I was shocked and she understood my panic. 'No don't worry, its just that I cannot come entirely by someone else, I have also to do something from my side, I wont put my weight on you, don't worry, you keep on licking me, but at the same time I can also finger myself a little bit'. Without waiting for my consent, she began to sit on my chest with both her thighs on my sides, she was sitting as if to urinate, but was pressing her entire hairy slit directly on my mouth. She was spreading her labia and took her clit outside and was fingering there using her finger, while I was busy munching her hairy pussy like a hungry dog licking soup from a plate.
After some time she grabbed my head by taking my ponytail pulled towards her and I was suffocating in the deep dripping wetness. My face was like someone mashed a rotten tomato on it. Finally she came and before leaving my face gave a large no smelling fart. I was relieved and closed my eyes. Someone wake up me after some hours. 'Hurry up, its morning already, now water has come, hurry up, take your bath', the hairy lady had already bathed and neatly dressed. I took hold of my clothes thrown here and there and went into the bathroom attached with it. When I closed the door, I saw the other lady already occupying the commode; she was doing her morning chore. 'Oh sorry, I didn't see, I will come later', I apologized and tried to open the door. 'Don't worry, I need some time to finish, meanwhile you can take your bath, we cannot depend on the water supply, it may finish, when more people wake up'. I was not accustomed to bath in a group, so was bit shy. Anyway I opened the shower and shut my eyes standing under the cool water cascading over me. Then I felt her hands on my body, she had finished her job and was standing nude. She took a sandal soap and made a good lather and began to apply it on my body. I stood like a kid allowing her to feel every inch of my body, she lathered my breasts and pinched my nipples standing under the shower. She applied lather on my pussy, between my legs and on my soft buttocks. While she was lathering my legs I saw her curved voluptuous big nude body like a medieval painting. When she had fully lathered me she asked me to help her, I too applied generously lathered the soap and began to lather her voluptuous body. Her big tits were dangling like balloons and she put her hands on the commode and half stood in front of me like a cow. I liked the pose and was imitating milking a cow when my slippery fingers traveled on her mammoth breasts. When the breasts were finished she spread her legs wider and I took hint, I lathered the foam and began to wash her big ass. I cleaned her asshole and felt her hairless pussy. I tried to insert my slippery hand into her deep slip, it was quite easily done and she was moving her hips back to welcome my thrusts. I hand fucked her thoroughly and by the time we finished my pussy was dripping wet again.
We dried each other and came out naked, the lady looked at us with passion and began to comb my hair. The elder lady too dressed quickly. When I tried to put my legs into the panties the elders took it and threw away, 'You better dress like us under sary, that's better for your buttocks and health'. 'I don't know how to wear that muslin in awkward fashion like you do', I said. 'You don't know about the merits of this, your three inch panties is not at all sufficient to support your abdomen and buttocks. To get good shape of buttocks you have to practice wearing these 1.5 meter linen '. They used their skilled hands and took one end of the cloth and took it between my legs and firmly put the end between my buttocks, 'Now wear sary over this, practice this regularly and you will have best shaped buttocks, boys will crowd behind you'. When I was completely dressed I too felt proud about my ethnic beauty, A modern jeans top clad girl had completely metamorphosed to a modest Indian woman.
When we came out the room the whole place was crowded with ladies, some had already put their utensils at our place. The veterans quarreled with the woman and finally three fire place were set and new earthen pots placed with fresh water. At about 10 a,m a sign for starting ritual was announced, the atmosphere was changed to serious divine one. After an initial prayer each one started cooking, I was not familiar with the practice and was not accustomed to cook in the open and using firewood. But the veteran's helped me immensely. By noon it was all over, but the lord had to take it. A man will come and shower some water using a coconut branch on all fireplaces then only the ritual is complete. For that we had to wait till evening. The veteran ladies did not eat anything until that ceremony was over, but I took my lunch in between from the house we assembled. The whole place was crowded and no man was allowed to enter the premises except policemen.
Once the water was showered ladies began to move with the cooked pot and it was a long march taking all those things to reach the bus station. I have never thought such a heavy rush and had to walk about five kilo meters to reach the station, no wonder ladies prefer to do the worship near a railway station or bus station. When we reached bus station all buses were full and conductors were struggling to give tickets. I heard the meaty and choicest abuses, which normally men call from mouths of educated, beautiful women. I could not believe it; the young girls were calling 'mother fucker', 'big tit', 'fat ass', 'dark pussy' etc. each other. The grand mothers were also not shied away from returning the abuses, I was shocked to see one granny lifting her dress and gave a display of her skinny ass to a girl who objected her from taking a seat.
If the veteran ladies did not accompany me, I would never had caught bus on that day. But our journey back was very tedious and bus was very slow. By the time we reached our place it was almost midnight. I called my mother and informed to pick up me. But she informed that she cannot come or send any person during that time and I may stay with the ladies for that night and come home in morning. I agreed to that but informed the cooked food will be useless by that time. She said not to worry about that and paying the ritual is only important.
They were staying at different houses, one lady was picked up by her son in law. So I went with Santha , the one with shaved pussy.
(to be continued)