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Subject: {ASSM} Coming Clean In Calcutta - {mf, exhib, ped, voy}
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Date: Sun, 08 Mar 2009 18:10:02 -0400
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"Coming Clean in Calcutta" by B-Guy  {mf, exhib, ped, voy}

Jelica Karan was a rich British socialite.  Beyond being part of the
see-and-be-seen crowd in Devon, she liked to travel.  At 29, she had a prim look
as well.  Big fake breasts, very full lips, red hair (dyed of course) and the
shapeliest ass a personal trainer could provide.  An arrogant pouting trophy. 
This year she decided to visit Calcutta, India, a hot, overpopulated madhouse of
commerce, slums, and human poverty.

Jelica left the airport by taxi and was deposited, with her luggage, at the
Hugli river passenger ferry.  She paid for a fair across the Hugli to the center
of Calcutta.  A number of other foreign travelers also did this as the traffic
in the city was a smoggy nightmare.  She had four large suitcases, and two small
bags.  She was dressed in a short white linen dress, heels, and lots of gold on
her wrists, neck and ears.  She looked gorgeous. Quite out of step with the
smelly dish-dash, veiled and disheveled Indians.  The heat was making her skin
perspire.

She scanned the pier as they disembarked.  A crowd of beggars, many carrying
things to sell, taxis and others waiting to board.  Urchins abounded screaming
for coins.

She stepped off the gangway as if she had just left Harrods, totally aloof and
unaffected. The boat tender was fending off beggars from her path.  "Thank-you
Captain" she said and tipped him.  She waited calmly while her bags were brought
off to a luggage cart.  Meanwhile a group was pushing and shoving at her asking
for money, offering jewelry, carpets, and cigarettes.  She looked like a white
idol to them, staring blankly back.

When the luggage arrived next to her, she turned sharply aside to a group of men
and boys with some cash in her hand. "Now! which of you speak E-N-G-L-I-S-H." 
Many shouted at once.  She looked through the group and pointed to a young man,
about 18 or so. "You, come here" she said.

He came forward. "Yes Madam" he said politely. He smelled of sweat.  He had a
weak black mustache like they all wore.  "You speak good English?" she asked. 
"Yes, I speak English very well miss.  How may I be of service?"  he responded.

"Take charge of my luggage.  First, get rid of all these people.  I cannot stand
their begging" handing him some cash.  "OUT OF HERE!" he screamed and waved.
"She doesn't want you. Leave. Leave now!"  The crowd moved off with a few
stragglers still staring wide-eyed at the beautiful red-haired woman.  A small
boy remained, about 11 or so. "You there boy" she pointed a finger at him. "Come
here".  The boy beamed and ran up to her.  The older boy looked annoyed.  "I
will need your help too I think".  She asked their names, 18 was named Partha,
and 11 was called Sanjay.

Partha pushed the luggage cart up the walkway and followed her to her hotel. 
Jelica paid the doorman and checked in at the desk.  She collected her room key
and sent up the luggage.  Carrying only her purse, she departed with the boys in
tow.

"Now that's all finished, let's go shopping" she said.  She had the boys lead
her to a local open air market.  She bought course brushes, bars of soap, a
large bottle of perfumed oil and had Partha carry them.

"Sanjay" she bent down to look him in the eye. Sanjay was staring at her
dangling cleavage.  The merchants behind her were checking out her ass.  "Where
do you live?" she asked him. "I live in Watganj section near the river" he
replied.  "You smell! Don't you have a bathtub?" she asked.  He looked a little
self conscious. "Well, we mostly use the Hugli, but we have a large tub for
washing clothes and sometimes we use that for a bath."

Partha looked perplexed at her questions.  "It's a poor area he comes from". 
Jelica sighed and said "It will have to do I suppose.  Take me to your house
Sanjay." Sanjay looked confused.  "To my house miss?  No, no it is very poor,
just a shack we share, we go to more shopping?" the boy said grinning and
pointing.

Jelica stood firm. "No. Take us to you house at once".  She hailed a taxi and
they all got in.  Sanjay told Partha directions, who told the driver.  The rail
thin driver stared back at Jelica, eyeballed her breasts, then scratching his
head, drove on.

The Watganj area was a few blocks of distressed wood and scrap metal shacks on a
hill above the river.  There were throngs of idle men wandering, women
performing chores, and the odd cow lazing about.  The whole air smelled of human
stink. Jelica attracted a great deal of attention by seeming terribly out of
place.   Sanjay pulled her by the hand and led her through a maze of doorways
into a wooded room with a dirt floor.   Sanjay's mother and sister were standing
there.

"Sanjay, tell them to leave us for two hours.  Here is some money.  Tell them to
go away until 15:30."  The women questioned Sanjay who gave them what was a
small fortune and asked them to go shopping for a few hours.  They gave Jelica
some odd looks. Jelica held her jaw proud as if it were all normal.  Eventually
the pair did leave whispering and pointing.  Jelica closed the door behind them.

"Sanjay get the tub." Jelica commanded.  Sanjay rolled a squat, round plastic
tub from the closet.

The boys used two large pails and slowly filled the tub with about a foot of
brownish river water.  Jelica said "You boys smell terrible, Sanjay, you take a
bath." Sanjay was not sure what to do, he questioned Partha in Bengali. Partha
shrugged and said to Jelica "You want him to take a bath right now? ..In front
of you?"

"That's right, I can't have you around me smelling like that! I will pay you
each 15 pounds, Sanjay first, then you will bathe next".  The money got the
better of them.  A bit embarrassed, young Sanjay pulled off his t-shirt and
dropped his pants.  Still self-conscious standing in his underwear, glancing at
Partha, he decided he would try to leave them on.  He stepped into the tub.   To
his delight, she said nothing about them and just handed him a brush and added
the perfume oil to the tub.  Sanjay squatted down and started rubbing soap
quickly.  Jelica lathered up a bar in her hands and knelt down to wash his hair.
Partha was not sure what to do so he filled up more pails and watched.  He was
very glad knowing HE could keep his underwear on.  Jelica scrubbed the small
boy's brown back with the brush, very hard, till he complained.   She rinsed his
hair by pouring water from the pail.  He was very dirty and the tub water was
tinged.   At last he was done.  He emerged and dried himself.

Jelica waved Partha toward the tub.  Partha was happy because the crazy British
woman was paying them a fortune to see them wash, but let them be clothed the
whole time.

He smiled and stripped down to his underpants.  Then he quickly stepped in and
squatted down in the small tub.  Jelica carefully lathered his hair and washed
it, scrubbed his back, and had him wash everything else.  The shallow water was
now quite filthy, but they no longer smelled.  Partha was thin and in good
shape.  Having a beautiful British woman wash him gave him some confidence that
when he stood back up he noticed her checking out his wet groin and smiled a
proud smile.
  
He stepped out of the oily water and began drying himself. As he turned around
he noticed Sanjay staring open mouthed. He turned and saw Jelica stepping out of
her dress.  She had on a thin white slip.  She sniffed at her armpits and said
"God, I've got that stink too".

She unclasped her necklace and removed her gold bracelets.  Partha was staring
at her beautiful body.  She had large hanging breasts.  He looked at her nipples
through the slip.  He took the gold jewelry from her.  He could easily have fled
with her purse and jewelry right then.  He turned the idea over.  She fingered
and flicked off the strap of the slip from her shoulder, then the other and
shimmied it down to her feet.   He was staying, that was that.

The boys were staring at her smooth back and her loose silk panties with her
naked white ass spilling out.  Partha got a hard on, so did Sanjay.  She stepped
toward the tub. She was facing away from them as she took the pins from her
hair.  She turned and handed Partha the pins.  He stared through her very sheer
bra right at her tits.  Her pubic bush was a puffy muff behind a silk pouch. 
Her bosoms lifted when she removed the hairpins.

She went to the tub and faced away from them about to get in.  She lifted her
leg, then unexpectedly, she unclasped the bra and tossed it on the dirt floor.
Partha looked as her breasts swung free.  They were so large he could see them
even from the back.  He looked at Sanjay who had a dreamy look on his face. 
Then she peeled off her sweaty Maidenform bikini panties too, and stepped bare
ass naked into the tub of filmy bathwater.

She squatted and laid forward.  Shyly cupping her hands over her breasts she
said "Wash me".  Partha filled a pail from the dirty tub water and poured it
down her back.  "Ohhhh that is so cold"  she squeaked.  Partha had his hands on
her back and was rubbing soap up her long neck.    She asked Sanjay to fill an
empty pail and place it in front of her, outside the tub.  As Partha breathed
down her bare neck, she rose up.  Partha was looking strait at her wet naked
ass.  She released her breasts and Partha took his first good long look.  Sanjay
was in front of her looking at her breasts and dripping wet pubic hair.  She
bent forward and put her head and hair deep into the bucket.  Doing so Partha
found himself face to face with her vagina.  It was literally right in up in his
face as she bent over.  Wetting her hair thoroughly in the bucket of dirty
bathwater, Jelica called out to Sanjay.

"Sanjay get my hair all soapy and wash it."  Her large wet tits were swinging
away and flopping over the lip of the tub.  Partha took the opportunity and
gently scrubbed her legs.

"I am not made of glass, scrub hard and get all that dirt off"  Partha pressed
hard, watching her white skin turn pink blush under his course scrubbing. Sanjay
was going slowly but her tresses were now full of soap.  She stood back up and
lathered it well in, causing her tits to bounce about.  Partha watched the soap
run down her floppy big breasts.  Her dark pink areolas staring up at him. 
"Partha, can you scrub my feet while Sanjay keeps washing my hair?" she asked.

Partha said "No problem miss" and he reached into the tub toward her submerged
foot, "No hold on, let me get my feet out" she said.  Jelica sat down flat on
the bottom of the small tub with her legs spread apart hanging over the edge.

She lay back with legs splayed wide open in front of them on full display. 
Partha had a massive erection going as he paused to admire the view.  He
maneuvered around front and she lifted a foot up to him.  He took it and stared
back down at her wonton pussy sitting in the dirty bathwater.  He scrubbed and
lathered the foot.  He looked down at her vagina gusset, noticing her wrinkly
thin labia as he spread her further open by lifting and twisting her foot.  
Young Sanjay was behind her scrubbing her hair with his hands.

Jelica cooed and looked casually at her nails.  Partha was taking overly long
with her foot.  She pulled it away and pointed the other at him.  He started
scrubbing.  She lowered her soapy foot into the bath water and turned her leg so
that her pubic mound was covered tantalizingly.   Partha was not pleased, she
observed, with his view of her pussy obscured. With the last foot done she sat
up in the stained water and asked them to fill empty pails with tub water and
rinse her off.  They submerged pails in front of her pussy and poured pail after
pail over her head as she washed the soap out, her tits flayed about wildly.   
Jelica hummed and cooed up at them in her nakedness.

"Partha?" she called up to him innocently cupping her breasts and whispered
"Partha is Sanjay too young to see a woman naked?  Should I send him out of
here?"  Partha laughed, after all, they had both just bathed her totally naked
for the last 20 minutes.  "No, I think he is understanding it like a job, right
Sanjay?" Sanjay smiled at him and said "Right!".

Jelica said in a shy tone, "Okay then, but only because you say so", and handed
a bar of soap to Sanjay, and one to Partha.  She stood up in the tub, her
dripping wet body facing Partha, "Wash me tops, and Sanjay, you wash me bum'.

Partha was struck dumb.  He did not believe she was doing this.  She held her
hair up above her head and pushed her out tits at him giving him full access. 
He stared right at her breasts. Slowly he rubbed the soap in his hands till they
were thick with white lather,  He put both hands on the soft milk bags and
squeezed them.  They were so soft.  He started kneading them dough-like with his
fingers.    Sanjay was starting to rub soap on her ass.  Jelica smiled and said
`ahh, feels nice." Partha pinched her nipple between his thumb and pulled at it.
She smiled with eyes closed.  He lifted each breast up and rubbed the soft
undersides.  When it seemed like enough, she pushed his hands away and yelled
"Stop!" He removed his lathered hands and stared at her.  She said "Partha,
Sanjay does not know what to do.  Sanjay, you stand here and Partha will show
you."

Sanjay stood at Partha's side.  Jelica straddled and sat on the edge of the tub
with one leg in, and one out.   She opened her thigh at a right angle so her
hairy vulva was wide open facing them.  Her labia hung over the lip of the tub.
A thin vertical slit of pink thin lips marked the entrance to her birth canal.  
"Partha, you wash me and show Sanjay"   She leaned back and steadied herself as
Partha took a knee, eye level with her damp snatch.  She angled her hips back
and showed him all of it.

He put his soapy fingers on the underside of her pussy entrance and slid them
up.  "Oh.. oh my god" Jelica moaned and inhaled deeply.   Partha smiled up at
her and rubbed her soft tissues with his fingers, getting soapy fingers in
between her lips, under her clitoris hood and round the clitoris itself.  She
started panting.  He pulled the lips and hood skin well apart and ran his soapy
thumbs along her pussy opening, peeling the fatty lips apart like an orange. 
Jelica sighed.   He lathered her bare pubic hair and kept rubbing his hands down
her pussy.  "Ohh." She moaned again, "Sanjay get the scrub brush." Jelica had a
sleepy expression and breathed heavily.  "Scrub it. Have Sanjay scrub it really
hard"  Partha was reluctant and slow in taking his hands off her pussy. Sanjay
reached out and tried to brush her soapy pubic hair. The strong bristles tore at
her clit cover. "Ahh!" she exclaimed.  Partha watched closely as Sanjay scrubbed
back and forth across her inner thighs and over her pubic mound, again and
again.  It would pull her skin back and forth each way.  He scoured her womb
belly with the course bristles and ran it over her pussy top to bottom.  Her
clit was fully erect.    The area between her pelvis, below her naval, and her
inner thighs was bright red and started to puff with a hive-like swelling. In
too much pain, she finally squeezed her legs together and stopped him.

She calmed her breathing a bit and covering her sore pubic area with a hand, she
looked at Partha.  Partha stared at her.  She was out of breath, looking a bit
worn out.  She opened up her leg again and balanced carefully on the lip.

She dipped a hand into the greasy brown bath water and used it to spread her
gooey lips wide apart, exposing her pink tunnel and urine tube to their young
eyes.  Her eyes beckoned.

Partha was not sure what to do, so he soaped up a finger and pressed it into her
vaginal canal. He slid two fingers in and pulled down, opening the hole wide and
pulling her lower edge out like a waistband. Her eyes shot open wide as she
watched gasping.

Partha jammed his two fingers in as far as they could go and wiggled and pressed
against her slick walls, feeling all about and feeling her up.  Sanjay giggled a
bit watching her squirm about.  Her floppy breasts rolled aside as she slumped
back, belly wide open, as a bead of sweat formed on her upper lip.   Her hand
appeared between her legs holding a soap bar.  She pressed it into his moving
hand, and guided his hand towards her soupy twat.

She pressed the bar against her opening, then released his hand.  Partha dug the
soap bar hard against her vagina entrance, twisting it, trying to get it in.  
It was a big sharp rectangular bar.  It hurt her as it ripped against her soft
lips.  As the entrance got greasier, he got his fingers inside and started
pulling her opening around the soap.  It was hurting her.   She winced and
arched her back. As the soap distended her opening around the thick bar,
stretching her, it began sliding into her vagina.   "OH ouuuuhcccccch yessss
yess,  push it hard in there Partha,"  she cried out.  Partha pressed it into
her vagina with his fingers.  He pressed it forward beyond sight with his thumbs
as deep as they would reach until her pussy put up resistance.  Then he let go,
and the bar would birth its way back out, splitting her lips apart.  "Ahhh.."
She moaned in ecstasy. He did that again and again, watching her birth the soap.
Sanjay smiled as the tip of the white soap would split the pink membranes apart
and peek out.  The pink walls were now covered with a thick white layer of
liquefied soap.   Jelica felt an odd tickling at the back of her vagina, and an
odd muscle contraction in her pelvis.   Suddenly Jelica clutched at her lower
womb belly, and sat upright. The soap bar plopped out on floor.  She turned and
pushed his groping hands away.  She held her vagina entrance shut with her
fingers.  She had her eyes closed, trying to sense if there was something wrong
inside her.  Her pussy stung inside and out.

She sat there for a few more seconds and opened her eyes as Partha touched her
hand.  He was leering down at her with his exposed erect brown penis in his
hand, guiding it at her white frothy cooch.    She was caught off guard.  She
did not want sex, but she had taken him to this frenzied level.   She acquiesced
and slid her hand out of the way of her soapy sore vulva.  She locked eyes with
Sanjay who was staring at her.

He stared at her gaping hole, oozing with soap, that churned up out of it
obscenely.  It looked like she had been cummed on 100 times.  Her red swollen
belly and crotch looked sick against her greasy pale body.  A white trail of
soap ran down her ass and onto the dirt floor.

Partha nuzzled his stiff peter at her entrance.  He told Sanjay to scram with a
look.  Sanjay went out of his eye sight.  He immediately pulled her hips toward
him, burying his dick in her slimy vagina.  It made a sucking farty sound as he
penetrated her. His weight pressed her ass sharply into the edge of the tub.  
She struggled to steady herself. His dick was making a heavy whitish lather pour
out of her cavity and down their thighs,   He kept banging away at her fast. 
Small bubbles came out as he plunged in, forcing air out in a queef like puff.

Jelica was only thinking about the brewing sensation in her tummy.  It was a
prickling and burning sensation combined with a rush of bubbles entering her
uterus forcefully.  She began to feel a bloating sensation.  She felt a trickle
deep at the back.  Partha fucked her hard and panted.  She began to feel sick
and could only moan softly and wince at the obscene sounds coming from herself.

Partha stiffened and came.  He shot his wad deep inside on her slime covered
pipes.  He held in deep as he fully drained himself into her soupy box.  He
plated his mouth around a nipple and sucked a mouth of soapy tit.  She felt his
baby mustache scrape her soft titty skin.

His limp member finally slid out of the soapy cum hole.  He watched a goo of
off-white foam pour out of her vagina.  Jelica looked at him with fear on her
face.  The dirt floor was muddy with water and soap.  Partha looked scornfully
at her as he wiped himself.

With a shaking arm, she lifted the empty pail and placed her pee hole over the
edge and let loose a hard blast of urine.  Partha stared at her hissing orifice.
She let go a lot of fluid.  The boys watched the hot stream erupt from her tube
in a fan jet.  It cleared a tiny pink path on her vagina free of soap.  She
stopped many times as she struggled to relieve the burning sensation.

Jelica sat down in the filthy tub water and used her fingers to try to get the
soap out of her twat.  It was too difficult. There was a lot of it deep in the
bottom.  She decided to risk what effect that soap would have on her internally
and stepped out of the tub.  She stood up naked on the muddy floor.

She strapped on her muddy bra and unrolled her panties over her wet skin without
drying a bit.  Partha saw damp foam caking around her gusset as her pussy
discharged itself.   She scampered back into her dress, omitting the slip.   
The boys dressed too.  Now in a huge rush, she pulled on her high heels and
slapped the gold bracelets on.  She was nearly panicking.  What would the soap
do to her internally?  Would it get infected, or inflamed?  She was in India
after all.  Her hair was greasy and damp, and her makeup was ruined.

As they left the shack a large group had gathered around, fronted by the two
women.  They were wondering what she was up to in there.  They watched her
emerge with greasy wet hair, make up washed off, flushed, tripping over her
heels in a damp white dress that now showed her breasts off clearly, and a
noticeable wet stain below her belly.  They pointed at her as she rushed past. 
Nervous and shaking, the boys pulled her back toward the main road.

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