Karthi's Fever : കാര്‍ത്തിയുടെ പനി

Uma, on commenting about Nonstiched's points, got on to Anonymous. She says, 'Anonymous' must be a "payyan' thrilled on our heritage items.
Dear Anonymous, did you see the couple of shots I posted earlier on konakams. If not, please look for the same here. It's so beautiful a piece of erotic material. And I suggest, you wear one, always, where ever you are. It would do a lot good for you. More over, it creates a "feel-good" factor in your daily life. So... go for it ... All...
And about Kaarthi's pani, ... yes, you guessed it right ...
But I wonder how this particular event changes the girls ! They become , all of a sudden, sexy by look and sexy by their thoughts. That's what happened to Karthy.

Karthyanikutty - ente aadya sakhi

Uma made me sit and tell her about Karthi, my first partner. Here goes my experiences, which I just shred with Uma. I wrote this partly before and partly after my session with Uma.

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I did my primary schooling (upto class 4) in a local Primary School. A mixed school in every sense, gender, religion, and castes. This was about 2 KM away from home. I used to go by walk, alone, to the school. I’d leave home by 8 / 8.15 AM, and reach the school by about 9. That’s too early for the classes to begin at 10 am.

I was in my 4^th standard. A few students, boys and girls, used to reach the school very early, like I do. They all spend time playing in the school ground. The class room was in an open shed, with half walls around, and thatched roof. I was quite an introvert, and used to sit in the class while all other boys go to the ground for playing. That’s true with girls too. Most of the girls too would be playing, until the first bell rings.

I was a lean and short boy, looking smaller than the class mates. So, I was a boy among the boys. I used to wear a khakhi color knicker and a white shirt (that’s the school uniform). I had my konakam underneath always ( as all in my famly have that). Other students did not have such an element in them. They wore only knicker and nothing inside. This I learnt by my observation during ‘pissing’ intervals. When those boys just lift their knicker trunks and pull out the dick to piss, I had to untie my konakam and then take out my dick. Many boys used to make fun of me, and some even pulled my konakavaal. Those days, I was not knowing the technique of locking the konakam, and so it was just loose. A slight pull on the konakavaal, and it comes out. Thus I had many difficult times, and had to pull down my knicker to wear the konakam again. There was no closed toilets, all boys used to piss in the open air , at the far end of the ground. Some boys used to shout and make fun. I felt too bad those days.

Girls too didn’t have any closed toilets. They were pissing at the corner of the ground, and beside the compound wall (kayyaala). From the ground, boys could see them pissing.

Karthyanikutty, called by her pet name Kaarthi, was my class mate. She too used to be one of the firsts to reach the school. She, in fact was, looking much taller and fatter than other girls in the class. She had a paavada, with lot of frills (churukku), and a long blouse. She blouse was very tight fitting, with safety pins. I remember, she had a neyyappam style boobs. And I think she had only one or two blouses and paavaada only. She too used to sit in the class, and not going for playing in the ground. Thus I had a company in the class during that one hour. Being a introvert, I never took initiative to make friendship with her. In fact, Karthianikutty took the initiative and made a friendship with me. She used to come and sit beside me on the bench, and chat. I was only at the receiving end and I had to answer everything. She used to bring nellikka, pulinchi, chethypazham, and items of that sort. She shared those with me, and I enjoyed them. Over a few days (weeks ?), we became very good friends. I remember, one day, I gifted her a pencil (only to tell at home that it’s lost !). And we were thick friends !

Later on a day, we only were in the class room. She went behind the black board, and I could see her lifting the paavaada and redoing her thaar. I understood that she is wearing a thaar ! Then she pulled her paavaada down and returned to me. She smiled. And I said “ അമ്മേം സരസൂം ഇങ്ങനെയാ.. ഞാന്‍ കണ്ടിട്ടുണ്ട്..."

Karthi continued "ഞാന്‍ഇപ്പൊ ഇങ്ങനെയാ.. അമ്മ ഉടുപ്പിച്ചു തരും ... ….. കഴിഞ്ഞ ആഴ്ച എനിക്ക് പനി വന്ന ശേഷം…”

I heard all her explanations (but didn’t understand it’s interpretations ).

On the following days, I’ve seen her doing this in the morning session. I was very keen to look at her doing it .. and on a day I too went behind the black board to take a close look. Karthi smiled and did not make any comment.

Then on, I was at the class room quite early, expecting her arrival, and subsequent behind-the-board activity. I was too anxious to wait for this to happen. When it goes on, I could feel some movements in my konakam and felt a bit ‘ikkili’. One day, while the show was on, my konakam failed and my dick came out, it was stiff and erect. I felt bad, and just sat on the bench. Next day onwards, I was very careful in wearing my konakam. I remembered how my Grand Father used to wear it . He puts a deeper front flap and has two turns (usually just one turn) at the back around the aranjaanam.

{ Those days, wearing under garments was not a very secretive action at my home. I have seen my grand father and father wearing konakam, my grand mother and mother wearing thaar. It’s a usual one and nobody had any need of secrecy or shy in that. }

Next day onwards, I was particular to maintain tightness of my konakam.

During the second term ( I think so), it was an examination day. I was present early as usual, and Karthi came in. She left her books (sanchi) on her bench and came to me. She sat very close to me, by my left. She started chatting … and at some point , she put her hands on my thigh. She was rubbing on my thigh and it slowly moved up. She slowly took her hand through the gap in my trouser and thigh and touched my konakam. She slowly gripped it and asked “കുട്ടന്‍ കോണകം ഉടുക്കുമോ … “

"ഉം ” I said.

“കാണിച്ചു തരാമോ .. ?” she asked me.

“അയ്യോ … വേണ്ട … എന്തിനാ..” I asked her.

“നീ എന്റെ താര്‍ കണ്ടില്ലേ ?… നിന്‍റെ കോണകം എനിക്കും കാണിച്ചു താ..” she was firm. I was trapped. She continued “ കാനിചില്ലേല്‍ നീ എന്റെ താര്‍ നോക്കി എന്ന് ഞാന്‍ പറഞ്ഞുകൊടുക്കും..” It was a threat. I didn’t respond, as I didn’t know what was wrong. I thought I did a mistake, and to cover up that, I agreed , and said.

“ശരി… “. She, holding on my hand, pulled me behind-the board. I slowly lifted the knicker trunk, but she could not see well. She asked me to remove the buttons and pull down the knicker. I did it. Afraid, I was crying . She saw my konakam, and she just held on my konakam. സ്കാരെദ്, I pulled up the knicker, and buttoned. I ran back to my bench.

This repeated on the next day too, and many other days (if none is in the class). Her grip on my konakam became stronger and one day, she pulled out my dick. I could not put back my dick in the konakam, as the konakam came out. It was out, until I went for the next pissing, and made it alright.

This repeated many a time. Karthi was smart to time the event such that no one caught us.

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... to continue...

First experience : Enter Karthi

Uma could not believe my story. I was telling her about my experience with Karthyanikutty, my class mate. Uma made fun of me and said "you are just writing a short story... just good enough for a kochupustakam.. ". But I stressed the point. What I tell you and what I wrote here are not mere fantacies, but are true life experiences. That's why I told you in one of my earlier posts that this blog is very much autobiographic. Uma happened to be a catalyst for my autobiographic blog. But all that's here is not history. It's all the present too.
Uma knows well that I don't bluff on any, that too on these kind of experiences. She's now convinced that I am not just fantacising, but are all true and honest personal experiences.

Devechi is still at my home town. I meet her , may be, once in a couple of years. During 2007 Onam, I had been to their place, and met her. She is now a fatty (but still padmini ) lady, without much changes in her look and attitudes.
Remani, you know, who is right now the lady caretaker (sorry, I can't call her my home maker !) at home, was my intimate associate . I met her at my age of 19, and Remani just 15. I have come a long way from those days, and Remani too. However, even today, Remani is mine, but not her husband. And she loves me too. We just romance now .. that's all. She spends almost 12 hours a day with us at my home.
Uma came in to my life .. unexpected, just over an year back. Unknowingly Uma became a part of my present life. This's all truth. It's all destiny. Who doesn't know all that ?

Now that Uma is eager to listen me on my first experiences with Karthyanikutty, I'll spend an hour tonight . I shall try to post a summary of those experiences tonight.