EXTRACT FROM A CURRENT UNTITLED PROJECT

BOYS WILL BE BOYS 

 

(An extract from a Current Untitled Project of mine. Please note that the Tale narrated below is purely a work of Fiction.)

 

Ram’s parents, brother and sister took advantage of the New Year holidays to visit their hometown in the hinterland leaving Ram in charge of their flat since Ram’s college would reopen on the 2nd of January itself. Ram’s family planned to stay in their hometown till the Pongal Holidays which was during the middle of January. 

 

Ram was therefore in charge of his house for nearly a month and his friends were delighted to find a more comfortable hangout than their normal location atop the compound wall or the pavement railings.

 

On New Year’s Eve the boys decided that they should have a party that night and obtain some booze in the black-market to celebrate, as the early seventies was a period of prohibition in the State. It must be mentioned here that most of the boys had never had a drink before except for Ram, Danny and Jay; a fellow classmate from college who agreed to procure the booze, for he proudly claimed to have underworld connections. 

 

Jay was not a regular at the Government Colony Gang but used to occasionally visit when he was broke and had nothing better to do so that he could bum some chai and fags of the boys. 

 

The boys pooled all their resources that evening and raised about four hundred and fifty rupees among themselves. Jay claimed that a Bottle of Brandy would cost two hundred rupees in the black-market and the boys handed over the same to Jay with an additional ten rupees for fuel since Jay had borrowed a friend’s scooter to go and pick up the booze. 

 

The boys were restless while waiting for Jay to return for it was taking Jay a long time. Some of them even suggested that Jay had taken the money and vanished. It was after about two hours that Jay returned; fortunately for the boys he had managed to obtain a bottle of Brandy. It was a brand called “Bumblebee” and the boys had never heard of it for they were novices when it came to drinking. 

 

It was around eight in the evening that the boys finally got to drink the booze. There were six of them and Ram managed to find the requisite glasses from his kitchen. Danny who was yet another of the six who drank that night had managed to slip over to a nearby shop and had got them some chips and murukku to go along with the booze. 

 

The six of them managed to get about two large pegs each and they glugged them quickly in the hope of getting high quickly. In those days the tipplers of Madras did not bother about the etiquette of drinking and sipping slowly. They were only used to drinking in street corners and sleazy joints prone to raids by cops of the prohibition wing. They therefore developed awesome peripheral vision. They would furtively look to both sides and quickly gulp down the booze before they were noticed by the cops or some familiar faces on the street. 

 

The booze began to tickle their insides and the boys hungrily gorged themselves on the chips and Murukku which Danny had the foresight to obtain. The boys were by now experiencing the high of the booze with the feeling of being on top of the world which makes any tippler think he can buy the world in the morning and sell it in the evening. 

 

While the New Year’s Party had kicked off in style the boys were happily chatting among themselves when Ram suddenly said, “Wish we had a woman to share the fun”. 

 

While the other boys winked at each other Sonny was puzzled by what Ram had said. “What do you mean? he demanded and Ram replied, “I meant it would be nice if we have a woman to have sex with”.

Sonny’s jaw dropped upon hearing this for Sonny had remained a virgin so far and had never considered making love that day. Mark you, Sonny was no prude and had indulged in his fair share of masturbation and fantasies but the actual thought of finally doing it petrified him. 

 

Ram, Jay and Danny were obviously experts in such matters for they claimed to have a lot of experience with women while the other two boys who were with Sonny, namely, Babu and Shyam mentioned that they were not virgins but did not possess the kind of experience that the other three possessed. 

 

It was Jay once again who said that he knew of a few whores and he could pick up one for a couple of hundred if the boys so desired. Sonny was against the idea but the intoxication of the other five clearly overruled him. 

 

They tried to explain that the New Year would be an ideal time for Sonny to have his first sexual experience and lose his virginity. Jay was once again given two hundred rupees and the task of finding a suitable women for the endeavour. Jay took off immediately on his borrowed steed while the boys waited for him to return. 

 

The time was now well past ten and the neighbourhood was all agog with the New Year revellers and the people who were going for the night show in the neighbouring theatre. Sonny wanted to return home before the paid woman arrived but his friends would not allow it. 

 

He tried to explain that his parents would be waiting for him to go along with them to the midnight service at their church to ring in the New Year but the boys would not have any of it. They bullied, coaxed and cajoled him into staying behind. 

 

The clock struck eleven and still there was no sign of Jay. A couple of the boys even began the old refrain that Jay had scooted with the money. Sonny silently kept praying that Jay should not return but it was not to be. 

 

Jay returned with a woman a bit after eleven thirty. The woman was not at all what the boys had expected. She was rather middle aged, short and rotund and worst of all she had a small child in her arms when she entered the room. 

 

The boys became agitated and pounced on Jay who said, “What could I do Machan! Today being New Year’s Eve, these girls are in great demand and this woman was the only one available at such short notice and I therefore brought her here.” 

 

The only consolation for the boys was that the woman had agreed to service them all for a hundred and fifty rupees and the boys would be saving fifty rupees of their budgetary allocation. 

 

The intoxication of the booze was now beginning to wear off and the boys were hesitant about copulating with a middle aged woman. They wanted to know why Jay had allowed her to bring the baby and Jay replied, Machaan! She has to feed the poor child every hour Macha! What could I do? I could not be so heartless as to deprive a child of its mother’s milk on New Year’s Eve!” 

 

The boys really did not know what to say. Jay’s response was both funny and shocking at the same time. It was at this time that Danny queried, “Who is going to have her first?” 

 

Sonny did not want to have anything to do with it and he refused to be listed in this initiative. “Count’ me out. I’m not going to lose my virginity to a whore!” he remarked.

 

After some heated deliberation it was decided that Ram would go first since he had provided his flat for the entertainment and had also contributed a major portion of the budget for the evening’s festivities. He would be followed by Jay who had taken the effort and Danny who was a senior in this kind of exercise. It would then be Babu and Shyam in that order. 

 

The Boys shunted the woman into the adjoining bedroom and took position in the living room awaiting their turn. Ram returned to the living room after about ten minutes. He appeared to be drenched in sweat. 

 

While Jay went into the bedroom Ram murmured, “Machaans! The woman may look old and fat but she sure knows how to make a Man happy! And the icing on the cake was the milk from her boobs!”

 

This visibly made the other boys agitated and eager to have their turn. Ram then turned to Sonny and said, “Dei! This is your best chance to lose your virginity and that too on an auspicious day like today. The woman is very experienced and will make it easy for you by guiding you on how to go about”. This really made Sonny’s mind waver. 

 

Meanwhile Jay returned from the bedroom and was followed by Danny who returned rather quickly to allow Babu to go for it. Hearing all the boys exclaim about how good a lay this woman was; Sonny decided to have a go and lose his virginity that night. 

 

Babu was soon followed by Shyam who came back rather quickly. It was now Sonny’s turn and all the boys cheered him on as he entered the bedroom. When he entered the bedroom he found the woman had slipped off her blouse and was feeding her child which was drinking hungrily from the Mother. 

 

“Just a minute”, said the woman, “the child will not disturb us if it is well fed for it will then be deep asleep. Meanwhile, you can remove your clothes and come to the bed”, she continued. 

 

Sonny’s hand trembled with nervousness and fear. He felt a knot in his tummy and a sensation of falling into a bottomless pit. He nervously told her, “Look, I’m here only because my friends forced me to. Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything. I’ll just sit on this bedside chair and go back to my friends after a while. Please don’t tell my friends that I didn’t do anything”. 

 

The woman let out an exasperated sigh as she forcibly pulled the greedy baby away from her left breast. “This is exactly what all your friends said as well!” she remarked sarcastically.

 

“They all said they were here only because of the pressure from their friends and they also requested me not to tell their friends just like you now did” she continued. “All I wanted was to have some fun while being paid for it but I wound up with you guys. That too on New Year’s Eve night! What a way to start a New Year!’ she sighed. 

 

Sonny’s face turned red upon listening to this. He felt relieved and betrayed at the same time. The woman then hurriedly fastened her blouse and set right her saree, “Now don’t you go and tell those boys what I told you. You seemed like a good sort and I therefore confided in you but if you spill the beans to that guy who brought me here he will not pay me” she pleaded. 

 

Sonny assured her that he would not tell the others what she had told him and as it was now more than five minutes since he entered the bedroom he went out to join the other boys. 

 

Sonny really had to make an effort not to burst out laughing and appear ecstatic at his maiden venture but he did not wish to embarrass or humiliate his friends and kept quiet while they all kept asking him about how it was and if it had been good. 

 

Sonny mumbled about having had a great time. Jay then took the woman back to her brothel. 

 

Well, Boys will be boys!

 

 

P.S: I'm looking for some constructive feedback to help me improve my writing and look forward to hearing from you all.

PROJECT TITLE: "BORN LOSER: LOSING TO WIN" - PUPPY LOVE: THE SUMMER OF 1972

Sunny was just a playful twelve year old studying in the sixth grade of a reputed school in Madras. Even as a young boy Sunny was passionate about arts and spent more time with books and music while neglecting his textbooks.

His interest in music had made his parents put Sunny in a classical choir at their neighbourhood church which the entire family attended and Sunny would go there regularly for practice and also to the actual Church Services on Sundays. Practice sessions were between six to eight in the evenings on Tuesdays and Fridays while actual Church services were from seven thirty to ten in the mornings and six to seven thirty in the evenings on Sundays.

Sunny was very diligent and would attend practice sessions without fail. Whenever he left for practice and returned Sunny could feel the gaze of hidden eyes from the window of the corner house at the end of his street. Though he could not find out who was watching him he knew for sure that someone was gazing upon him. Soon his neighbour's children informed him that there lived a girl of his age named Sunanda in that house.

One day while playing with his neighbour's kids, Sunanda dropped by since his neighbour's daughter was Sunanda’s classmate and Sunny set his eyes on her for the first time when they were formally introduced to each other by his neighbour’s daughter. Sunny was too young to understand the significance of love at first sight but he found himself strangely attracted to Sunanda. I can tell you that certainly sparks did fly and Sunny could not avert his eyes from her.

Sunanda too seemed to find a kindred spirit in Sunny and soon they  became the best of friends and whenever Sunny went past her house on his way to choir practice or Church service, Sunanda would look out the window and wave to him. On his return from practice he would find Sunanda waiting near the gate of her house and he would stop and talk for awhile before going home. This became a regular ritual and on days when Sunny did not have practice or did not have to go to church Sunanda would drop by at Sunny’s neighbour's house and they would meet up there as they played the games that kids of their age used to play in those days.

Sunny and Sunanda remained best of friends for over two years and hid nothing from each other. Sometimes Sunny’s choir would sing at weddings and would be gifted money by the bridal family. Sunny would use the money to buy Sunanda gifts but the best gift that Sunanda always treasured was the few flowers that Sunny would pick up from those used for the marriage decorations and bring for her.

That summer Sunny appeared for his eighth grade exams in April of 1972 and Sunny’s Mom forced Sunny to study hard. She did not allow him to even go to his choir practice. This frustrated Sunanda and unable to be without seeing Sunny she picked up a few hard boiled candies and went upto Sunny’s door and rang the bell. Sunny’s Mom who opened the door was surprised by the young girl who wanted to meet Sunny.

You must remember that this happened in the early nineteen seventies and in those days a boy and girl being friendly was frowned upon by the elders. Sunanda glibly said, “Aunty, it is my Birthday and I want to give Sunny some sweets”. Sunny’s Mom called Sunny. Sunny knowing that Sunanda was lying for her Birthday was only in July went to meet her and in the pretext of wishing her spent a few minutes with her.

That summer of 1972 was the best that Sunny ever spent and he and Sunanda were together for most of the time. She began to visit Sunny’s house regularly on some pretext or the other and Sunny’s Mom didn’t know what to do. Whenever, Sunny crossed Sunanda’s house they would stand near the gate and talk for long hours. It was during one such meeting that Sunanda told Sunny that she wanted to tell him something but hesitated and told him that she would tell him the next evening.

Sunny was excited for he felt that Sunanda was about to proclaim her love for him. The next evening Sunny rushed to Sunanda’s house but found the gate locked. His neighbours later told him that Sunanda’s father had incurred a loss in his business and had declared insolvency in a court of law for non-repayment of loans. His father had fled the town leaving behind his wife and daughter. Nobody knew where poor Sunanda and her mother went.

Sunny searched and searched far and wide but could never find Sunanda ever again.

PROJECT TITLE: "BORN LOSER: LOSING TO WIN" - CHAPTER SIX

The boy’s name was Sunny; he was hardly five years old and trudging to the nearby nursery school while a young girl hardly fourteen years of age hopped and skipped as she carried his school bag and held on to his hand on the way to school.

Sunny hated school. He especially hated an Anglo-Indian teacher named Mrs. Smith who was a stern middle aged lady. In her skirt and stockinged shoes she was a towering six feet and was indeed a formidable personality. She was of the view that left handedness was a result of wrong conditioning at birth. She therefore tried to correct all left handed young children by rapping them on the knuckles of their left hand with a ruler while exhorting them to write with their right hand and extolling the values of writing with their right hands.

Poor Sunny had a tough time with this lady, for indeed Sunny was left handed. As a result, Mrs. Smith used to rap his knuckles repeatedly. Sunny was therefore depressed and frustrated. He was not deliberately left handed. He was just being the way he was and Mrs. Smith wouldn’t let him. Sunny soon started feeling ashamed of himself. He knew he could never ever write with his right hand and found no way out of getting his knuckles rapped continuously, all his life. A kind of guilt and fear came into his existence. Fear of school and the guilt of being different.

Sunny’s mother was Maggie and Maggie was the same infant’s mother who was a Professor at a College run by Catholic Sisters of a particular order in Madras. Maggie had developed a kind of distrust & hatred for maid servants & became harsh with such servants. Maggie, had somehow managed to find maid after maid to baby sit Sunny in his formative years. However, she was a bit more relaxed these days, since Sunny had started going to school at the age of three and now spent most of his waking hours in school. The maid’s daughter would go to school and drop Sunny in the morning at nine in the morning and later pick him up from school at 1:30 pm in the afternoon. Later when the child started going to school she dispensed with the services of all maids & began to do all the household chores herself in addition to her work at the college.

Once he returned home, Sunny would be a bundle of energy and kept burning up the excess energy within the confines of his small home and much smaller backyard. The street outside was only filled with street urchins and Sunny had no proper companion to play with. At times, when he was too bored and restless Sunny would go stand at the front door and watch the activities of





























 the slum dwellers who literally lived off the streets. The street which was more an alley was named Thiru Gramani Street, in memory of some ancient who had once lived there. Sunny had been born in a Christian missionary hospital in Mylapore as it was far cheaper than the other private hospitals.

His father, Amos Ammarkallam for that was his name had brought his wife Maggie and little Sunny to the house in Thiru Gramani street, when Sunny was barely six months old. The house was rented cheaply as it came under the government’s rent control act of those days. The only reason Amos had taken the house was that it was near his wife’s college.

When Sunny had been born the lady doctor had seriously warned Amos that his wife’s uterus was very weak. “She should not strain too much”, the lady doctor had cautioned. Amos had always wanted a second child but his wife’s condition put paid to his desires. After Maggie had come to this house, she had an abortion when Sunny was about two years old. There was a lot of bleeding and Amos was only too grateful that his wife had made it alive. It was at that moment that Amos asked his wife to quit her job, but Maggie stood her ground and stubbornly refused, since she knew that she could not give her child the quality of life that she wanted him to have with her husband’s meagre Government salary.

Maggie had spent her childhood in rough weather conditions. She was the ninth child of a doctor who had lived during the days of the Second World War. Her father had made a lot of money but lost his wife after she delivered her eleventh child. Though he had remarried for the sake of the children, he had succumbed to the dreaded cholera when he had gone to one of the districts of the erstwhile state of Madras to prevent the outbreak from spreading any further. His poor children, of whom Maggie was only eight years old at that time, were shuttled from one relative’s house to another. The money the father had left them had been swindled by her four brothers, who did not bother to take good care of their female siblings and just dumped them in a missionary school with its own hostel.

The girls had grouped themselves together while in the hostel and took care of each other; standing together in thick and thin. The eldest sister who was nearly ten years older than Maggie had gotten married immediately after her schooling and thanks to her gentlemanly husband was able to take better care of her sisters. It was this eldest sister and her husband who had helped all the girls to get married, though Sunny’s mother did save money for her own dowry after she started working.

Sunny’s father Amos was the third child of four brothers. His father White Raja Kallam was a school teacher and Amos’ mother had occasionally done part time work. The family had had a hand to mouth existence and Amos had lived a very frugal life. The most Amos would have ever wanted during his school days in the late 30’s and early 40’s was fifty paisa to watch a silent movie and later the not so silent movies. Amos had been very regulated and controlled in all his doings, from a very young age. Being the third child the mother had not showered as much attention on Amos as she had on her first and last born. The second son had therefore become a rebellious lad while the third son Amos had been a conformist all along.

Amos’ three siblings were all well settled in decent jobs. While Amos and two others had entered Government service, only the second brother had become a professor and later went on to become a principal of a college in one of the southern provinces of Tamil Nadu. Amos’ parents had lived in a small town in the interior of the erstwhile provinces of Madras. Each of his brothers lived in small towns while the eldest brother lived with Amos’ parents themselves. It was only Amos who lived in Madras city, the capital of the state.

PROJECT TITLE: "BORN LOSER: LOSING TO WIN" - CHAPTER FIVE (CONTD)

The whole house remained silent. Suddenly she could hear the gurgle of the baby from somewhere inside the kitchen. She wondered what Chitra was doing with the baby inside the kitchen. She walked gently towards the kitchen & entered it at the exact moment of Chitra’s second orgasm as she madly kissed and sucked the penis of the baby in ecstatic fervour.

Chitra suddenly realized that someone was in the room. The blood drained from her face. By now, the mother had come right next to Chitra and witnessed the sight of Chitra’s open blouse & bare satiated breasts.

The mother fell into a kind of an after shock. She did not know what to say or do. She quietly took the baby from Chitra’s trembling hands & went into the bedroom where she put the baby back in its cradle while Chitra hurriedly tidied herself.

All thoughts of the languorous bath that she had dreamt off vanished from the mother’s mind. She quickly draped a saree around her to go with the blouse that she had slipped into. She went to the front door & spotted a street urchin loitering nearby. She beckoned him & asked him to fetch the milk-man from wherever he was & whatever he was doing.

When the Mother returned into the house Chitra had one look at her grim face. She immediately realized that she was doomed & that the mother had made up her mind to send her away. Chitra began to cry for she could not even imagine spending one day away from the baby.

The milk man arrived and was promptly informed of Chitra’s strange & perverted behaviour. On listening his eyes popped wide in disbelief. The mother hurriedly calculated the salary due to Chitra & handed it over to the milk man. She asked him to immediately take Chitra away. Chitra’s bag was hurriedly stuffed with her clothes including a couple of sarees that the mistress had bought for her and she was sent away immediately.

The milkman appeared pleased with this development. He felt his knowledge of Chitra’s behaviour gave him a kind of hold and power as well as control over her. He decided that he could use the services of Chitra as a concubine & satisfy her sexual needs as well. “The baby’s loss”, he thought to himself, “was the milk man’s gain”

When the Father returned home that evening the Mother informed him of the events that had unfurled during the day. What could he do, poor Guy? He could only vent his anger on his wife and berated her for not taking the maid to task by handing her over to the police. What an ignorant Man he was for then “the milk man’s loss would have been the police men’s gain”.

LOGUE:

I guess you will now understand my fascination for feminine breasts and how it continues to turn me on even until today. My lack of motherly love as expressed through breast feeding and my exposure to those awesome tits of Chitra have resulted in a fetish that continues till today.

PROJECT TITLE: "BORN LOSER: LOSING TO WIN" - CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER 5

It was six months since Chitra had joined the household and it was nearly the beginning of the summer vacation for the mother. Chitra was really happy. After a long time in her life she felt alive and sensual.

The ritual of the baby sucking her dry breasts had continued all the more frequently and Chitra did not bother to masturbate in the toilet but began doing so while the baby remained on her lap sucking her breasts. In moments of orgasmic frenzy Chitra would gently lift the child up above her so that the bud of the baby’s penis was in front of her face and she would then gently kiss and suck the penis while the baby gurgled and cooed in delight.

Thus life went on in the small household until the summer holidays dawned upon the family. The mother was only too happy to get a forty five day break from work after a whole year of toil and looked forward to spend her time with the baby. However, the baby seemed more interested in spending time with Chitra. The mother felt bad about this but was able to accept this for after all Chitra spent more time with the child than the mother. The mother had a wonderful holiday. She would go shopping or visit her relatives with her baby and Chitra in tow and they enjoyed traveling to and fro by public transport bus, browsing shop windows while walking on crowded streets; they did them all.

The vacations were nearly over and the mother began to prepare herself for the coming academic year. She would then become busy as a bee and would not even have time to have a decent and long drawn bath. The thought of a bath in the evening made the mother feel like having one as the summer was very humid and she was constantly sweating. She took her towel and change of clothes and went into the bathroom to have a languorous long drawn bath. The bathroom at her house was very ill equipped and had only a tap with a big bucket underneath as the only source of water. She took out the wooden stool that she used to sit near the bucket while bathing.

Chitra had been very restless. The summer had been a rather painful period for her. The mother’s presence ensured that she could not freely let the baby suck her breasts. Neither could she kiss and guzzle the little penis of the little baby. It was only during moments when the mother went to the loo or had a bath or went upto the nearby grocery store that Chitra could open up her breasts to the baby.

As soon as the mother went into the bathroom, Chitra snatched up the baby from the cradle and went into the kitchen where she sat on the floor with the baby on her lap. She then opened her blouse and allowed her firm breasts to spill out of her bra into the warm welcoming mouth of the baby. As the baby lay on her lap while Chitra sat cross legged on the floor it was easy for Chitra to gently slide her hand into her petticoat and gently stroke her vagina with her slender fingers. Swiftly separating her pubic hair around her lips she found her clitoris and began gently rubbing her fingers over it. Soon as always a massive orgasm heaved Chitra heavenward. However, Chitra was not satisfied. While waiting for the orgasm to subside Chitra gently nibbled and sucked the penis of the child. To her delight the child gently started pissing into her mouth. She burst out laughing, took the penis out of her mouth and allowed the child to pee on the floor.

The mother kept soaking herself in the cold water as the heat escaped from her body. She looked for her favourite brand of sandal toilet soap and found that it was exhausted. She had forgotten to take a fresh bar and now she realized that she was stuck without soap. She called out to Chitra several times but to no avail as Chitra was busy in the kitchen. She then decided to drape her towel around her and come out to pick up the soap from the small store room next to the kitchen.

After the child had peed and Chitra had cleaned up the mess, she was filled with an urge to experience another orgasm. She once again sat on the floor with her back to the kitchen door and opened her blouse again to allow the child easy access to her breasts. The sucking of the baby over the past six months had made her breasts appear more fruity & ripe. The mango shaped breasts had rounded up & were more luscious than ever before. The nipples were more defined and in their eagerness to enjoy the suckling mouth of the baby were taut & prickled all over. Chitra gladly took the baby into her arms and let the baby feed on her left breast. The baby had become more adept at tasting the nipples and now freely rolled its tongue over them and this excited Chitra all the more.

The sense of comfort and security that the baby derived from sucking those breasts could never be understood by even the most educated minds. Chitra’s whole being crescendoed with the onset of another orgasm making her lift the baby in ecstasy and sucking its penis with wild abandon & joy.

The mother draped a towel around herself rather irritably  Her idyllic sojourn in the bathroom had been disturbed by the lack of a toilet soap. She had tried to salvage the situation by calling for Chitra but the blessed woman seemed to have vanished somewhere. She therefore opened the bathroom door and walked over to the small store room where all the household consumables including soaps were kept.On stepping out of the store room after picking up the bar of soap that she had wanted, she wondered where Chitra had gotten to. 

PROJECT TITLE: "BORN LOSER: LOSING TO WIN" - CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER 4

The next morning things moved smoothly. The baby was no trouble at all as Chitra ascertained that the baby was completely happy. She took the baby out into the backyard and made the baby watch the plants, flowers and birds while she named them for the baby to learn and understand. The baby cooed and crooned as it enjoyed the morning air. Moreover, it was not witnessing the parents getting ready and the sense of fear that was produced normally as they left for work was not there today.

Once the parents had gone, Chitra fed the baby with cereals and milk. The withdrawal from tobacco was now complete and the baby was hungrier than ever. Chitra cradled the baby in her arms and talked to it in endearing terms. The baby nestled comfortably and nudged her breast.

The baby had not been breast fed properly by the mother as she had been forced to rejoin college three months after the birth of the baby. Once she had rejoined she had asked the principal for permission to go home in between classes and breast feed the baby. However, this had not worked out as desired and she had to completely abandon breast feeding by the end of the fifth month as the Principal had turned rude since her frequent visits home were affecting her work in the college.

Chitra was amused by the Baby’s nudging at her dry breasts. Poor child, she thought as the baby repeatedly kept nudging her right breast. The baby then tried to mouth the nipple of her breast through the fabric of her blouse and Chitra felt an electrifying sensation course through her entire body. A pleasant tingling sensation emerged from her breast and radiated everywhere. Chitra had hardly lived with her husband for two years before he had died and had been untouched by a male for the past fifteen years.

In short, Chitra was starved of sex and had even forgotten how it was to be with a Man. The baby’s incessant nudging and attempts at mouthing her breast had made the thin fabric of her cotton blouse completely wet. The baby had succeeded in awakening sensations that Chitra had been suppressing all these years and it disturbed her very much. In a trance as it were, she eased off the hooks that fastened her blouse and undid her bra straps. She gently revealed her breast and the baby grabbed it with its mouth and suckled hungrily. Chitra had very firm mango shaped luscious breasts with pert nipples that had swollen and turned taut with desire.

As the child sucked and gently chewed on her right nipple, Chitra experienced an ache of longing in her left breast and realized that her other breast too was demanding a piece of the action. She then gently and lovingly kissed on the forehead and cheeks of the child and turned him around so that his face came in contact with her left breast. The child unhesitatingly opened its mouth around the taut areola and sucked greedily while chewing it softly with its newly emerging teeth and gums.

The child sucked steadily at Chitra’s breasts contentedly. Initially, it was disappointed at not finding any milk flowing out as a result of its sucking but was fascinated by the natural sweetness of her breasts. They were indeed sweet to taste and the baby loved sucking them in turns. Gradually the baby drifted off into a blissful sleep with a sense of security and contentment it had not experienced before.

As the baby gently tugged and sucked at her breasts Chitra did not want the sensations to stop. Without her realizing it, her hands moved to the napkin draped around the baby’s loins. She gently removed it and looked in wonder and awe at the tiny male organ of the baby. Irresistibly her hand was drawn to the baby’s testicles which she stroked gently. She did not expect to see what she saw but lo and behold, as her hand stroked the small peanut sized testicles of the baby, the baby’s penis stirred and attempted to rise up of its own accord. The small penis appeared to blossom before her very eyes and like the opening out of a lily bud did attempt to stiffen and grow.

Chitra had by now become completely wet between her legs and the baby had dozed off into peaceful sleep. Quietly she laid the baby in the cradle and went to the bathroom to wash herself between her legs. While washing herself, Chitra’s thoughts turned to her husband and for the first time in her life after having become a widow she gently stroked her clitoris. She imagined her husband making love to her and very soon a massive Tsunami of an orgasm broke out making her float on a cloud after having released all her pent up desires.

The day proceeded smoothly and the baby remained well behaved throughout the day. The mother who returned for lunch and later in the evening after the day’s work found the baby cheerful. The baby greeted the mother eagerly and Chitra rather reluctantly handed over the baby and then went into the kitchen to organize supper as per the instructions of the mistress.

PROJECT TITLE: "BORN LOSER: LOSING TO WIN" - CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER 2

The old crone waited until she watched the behind of her mistress disappear across the street. She then went into the house to find the baby wailing piteously at being separated from its mother. She knew that she had to silence the baby if she were to start her treasure hunt immediately. She had seen the mistress buy ten kilogrammes of fine quality rice and five kilogrammes of wheat along with other consumables for the kitchen only last evening. She would neatly lift a quarter of all the raw food stuff and then focus on the durables. She also knew that the Man of the house had left a few currency notes and coins inside his wooden bureau which he considered locked but the old crone had a way with locks that would put any burglar to shame and she planned to dip her fingers into this stash today. 

However, she had to shut the baby first and she wondered what to do? A fibre of tobacco that she had been chewing upon had lodged between her teeth and caught her attention. It was then that a brilliant flash of an idea exploded in her mind. She poured out half a bottle of milk into a glass and fed the baby the remaining milk in the bottle. The baby’s wail subsided. The woman then took out a small pellet of the chewed tobacco from her mouth and put it under the lower lip tissue of the baby. The child not knowing the toxic nature of the small bit of tobacco gently sucked on it only to find a bitter taste in its mouth. The child gagged on the tobacco but continued to suck on it. The child wanted water but the old crone made no move to give it water. In minutes the child’s movements subsided. The gentle wail was replaced by a sleepy countenance and the child began to feel as if it was on a wild roller coaster roundabout or a giant Ferris wheel though it had never had a ride on any of them before.

The infant then drifted off into a deep sleep like it never had before. The child slowly started dreaming. In its dreams it saw its parents fondling it and kissing it with love. The parents did not leave the baby alone and kept taking care of its needs with love and devotion.

The old woman realised that the child had drifted off into deep slumber. She stopped rocking the cradle and got up to embark on her expedition of theft. The infant lay knocked out to the world, while the parents slogged their way upwards in life to give what they thought was a better life to that dear child.

The old crone looked at the clock which was well past twelve noon. She knew her mistress; the mother of the infant would return at one in the afternoon and have lunch here. She would then serve the old maid with food and then tend to the baby with the baby – food in a bowl, crooning happily all the while and playing with the child until two in the afternoon when she had to return to college.

The old crone was worried today. She had successfully foraged rations and thirty five rupees in cash and had managed to pass it on her nephew who had come promptly at eleven in the morning to collect the loot. However, what worried the old woman was the fact that the child had not woken up from its slumber in spite of her sprinkling water on the face of the child. While the pulse of the child was steady, the child continued to sleep undisturbed by its external environment.

“What would happen when the mother returned for lunch and asked her the reason for the baby sleeping continuously?” the old hag wondered. Obviously she could not tell the mistress that the child was sleeping under the effects of the tobacco that she had administered. She thought out her reply carefully. She would tell the mistress that the child had been playing until noon after which it had dozed off. The explanation seemed alright but wouldn't the mother feel curious to know why the baby still showed no inclination of getting up? The old maid decided she would join the mother in wondering about the same and act as if she couldn't fathom why.          

The mistress of the house hurried down the lane as she made her usual hurried visit to her home to check that all was well with her babe. The new academic year had just begun. She was also busy with preparing a time table for her classes at various hours of the day. She preferred her classes in the afternoon after two p.m as it would be relatively cooler at that time but since she could not accommodate all the classes within that narrow time frame she had to juggle her classes so that she was relatively free in the mornings. 

The mother had a pile of work this afternoon and was just rushing back home to have a look at the baby and check that everything was OK. Added to her normal routine was the task of inventorying the equipment at the lab and ensuring that the broken equipment were repaired or alternatively scrapping them while simultaneously ordering replacements and new equipment.

As she walked into the house the mother knew that things were not too well. The old crone greeted her mistress furtively and informed her that the baby had fallen asleep after noon.

The mother gently caressed the forehead of the baby to check if it had fever. Ascertaining that everything was alright, she tried to wake up the baby by rubbing its chest and gently tickling its sides. The baby showed no inclination of waking up, and the mother went into the dining room and served herself some lunch. She gazed pensively at her child as she chewed her food.

Why was the baby sleeping at this odd hour, she wondered. Wouldn't the baby wake up in hunger? The child had had its last feed of a bottle of milk – she didn't know it was only half a bottle – at around ten thirty in the morning. It was already more than three hours. Wouldn't the baby be hungry? On completing her lunch, she quickly prepared the baby food, boiled milk and sterilized the feeding bottle. Once both were ready; she tried one last time to wake up the baby. Finding it futile, she picked up her bag and went back to college.

The old hag heaved a sigh of relief. She left the sleeping baby alone to have her lunch and then sit outside the house and chat with the neighboring slum women.

The child woke up at three thirty in the afternoon - a good five hours after it had gone to sleep. The old maid had come into the house to get her friends and herself a cup of tea when the child showed signs of movement. The old woman rocked the cradle a bit and the movement made the child wake up.

The woman fed the baby as the baby was indeed hungry and then washed and changed the nappy and clothes of the baby.

The tired mother returned home at six thirty in the evening. The old maid handed over the baby, mumbled her good byes and left for the day. The mother was happy to see the smiling face of the baby without realizing the harm that that the old crone had subjected the baby to. Her husband would return at seven thirty or eight and she began to prepare dinner while talking to the baby who gurgled on a mat on the floor of the dining room. 

The father returned after eight at night. after which the mother fed the child and tried putting it to sleep. Meanwhile, the father who had washed and cleaned himself after his day’s labour amidst dusty files, sat down at the dining table for his supper. The mother was in a quandary for the child refused to sleep. She therefore picked up the baby from the cradle and served her husband dinner with one hand while the other clasped the child.