It was 11-30 pm on a Saturday night
in our Bangalore home. Gaurav lay by my side gently running his fingers
in my 2' long curly hairs. Both were exhausted after 10 minutes of
intense fucking and a spoon load of semen release from his ‘tunne’
(penis). Both were fully naked. I was running my palm on the half inch
hair on top of his high and tight head. Already my body was getting
ready for another fuck session. As my hand was caressing the bald sides
on his head – an eternal turn on for both, his pecker started standing
up.
“Priya, I want to say something. Are you ready to listen?” he said.
“First thing first. It was one heck of a fuck you did to me just now. Great. Again if it is that you want to fuck my anus, it is a firm no”. My m-i-l had warned me that I should not agree for it till all my children are born. And we had planned at least three and possibly four.
“Not that Priya. Why don’t you listen?”
“What is it that you want to say, shoot” I said.
“Pinky is completing 10 months next week.”
“Yeah, I know, what is new in that?”
“She will enter 11th month. Mom said she has to be tonsured in Tirupati.”
That was news to me. I had grown up in a family where there was traditionally no haircut for females. But due to my insistence, I had been allowed to wear my curly hair short – something like Taslima Nasreen but I had tighter curls and I kept is shorter than her. In PUC I had a mid-back length braid of curly hair. When I entered B. Com. after getting very good marks in PUC Appa (dad) offered me to ask for a gift. I asked to cut my hair short. He was aghast at first. Though there was no tradition of female hair cutting in our religious and traditional family, Amma (mom) supported me. I was her darling elder daughter. But both told me that no curling, no colouring, no tattoo etc. I agreed. So the next Sunday, mom took me to a parlour and told the stylist that I should get a short curly head – no perming, colouring etc. The stylist said that since I had natural curl, further curling was not required. She cut off the bulk, carefully trimmed the rest to leave a head of curly hair. It looked great on me and I felt very good. Appa, amma and my two siblings adored my look. Amma said that I could keep it like this as long as l like it. But for our middle class family it was a costly choice – Rs 300 per sitting in the late 1990s. Appa told me that I could get a cut once in 3 months. So that was it. I kept it like that. After I passed B. Com. and entered the service of a PSU Bank, I maintained the style. My colleagues – male and female – also adored the look. I started getting the trimmings done once a month with my own money. And parents did not object.
When they started looking for a groom for me, five orthodox families rejected the 22 year old me though horoscopes matched. The reason – I insisted to maintain my short curly hair style while they all wanted me to grow it out. My parents got annoyed at my behaviour and got severe scolding but I held my forte. The sixth family, that of 26 year old Gaurav, happily accepted me. His own mother had an above-neck bob cut then. In the personal talk with Gaurav when the family came to ‘see’ me he complimented my look with short hair. He said that I was welcome to keep it provided no curling, no chemicals, no colouring, etc. I was on cloud nine. Even my marriage was conducted with my curly hair – no hair piece or anything. Almost everyone was happy.
A month after my marriage my m-i-l asked me whether I would accompany her to the salon. We could get our haircuts together. I happily agreed. In the salon, she sat first and told the stylist to make her hair a bit shorter. Till then I did not have an opportunity to see beneath her bob cut. It was clippered close on the nape to mid ear level – an undercut as they called it. As the stylist ran the clippers on her nape, she was smiling with satisfaction. She got her bob cut to ear lobe level and m-i-l was beaming. After that I got my usual cut. Though the salon was new, I got what I wanted.
From the first day he saw me, Gaurav was madly in love with my curly hair – its feel, its look. His own hair style was always a crew cut – even when he came to ‘see’ me for the marriage ‘interview’. And it suited him nicely. The sides and back were clipped bald about 2 inches above the ears and the top cut very very short – about half inch long, may be. The Engineering firm in which he worked accepted him like that. And I adored it. So I encouraged him to keep it. Six months down the line after marriage, we visited Tirupati. Gaurav, his 22 year old brother Rajesh and their father got fully tonsured. M-i-l got a few strands on her forehead shaved off. She requested me to do the same. I reluctantly did it. Though I was 4 months pregnant then, this was not prohibited since Tirupati is a divine place. Gaurav looked equally good with his bald head. But he returned to his brand hair cut after three weeks.
All this floated in front of my eyes when Gaurav told about Pinky’s proposed tonsure (her name is Anuradha. We call her Pinky at home). Even after being a daughter-in-law for 20 months, I did not know about this tradition in their house. But this was a small thing. And I should have no reason to oppose it. So I said “Okay. Good. But will she not cry?”
“Babies do cry. But that is for a few minutes. Barbers there are experts. With minimum crying of babies they tonsure them off neatly. You do not worry about it.” Gaurav said.
“You are nuts. If this is the news you want to tell me you have chosen the wrong time. When your dick is rising up again and I am eager for one more fuck, you bring up this crap.” I said with annoyance, simultaneously holding his erect 7 inch long dick in my left hand like a gear lever.
“Not that dear. Mom says that with Pinky she wants you and me also to go bald in Tirumala” he said taking my left breast with his left hand.
This was a bomb shell. Suddenly I left the ‘gear lever’ of Gaurav, got up, threw out his hand and glared at him. “What the fuck are you talking?” My language had become colourful after I got married, ‘ably’ aided by all my ‘in-laws’. Fuck, prick, penis, vagina, anus and their vernacular equivalents - words never allowed in my parental home - floated freely on the tongues of my in-laws. ‘Tika muchchu’ (literal translation is ‘close your anus’ but means ‘do not talk gibberish’) is an epithet they use very frequently. Though initially I was horrified hearing such words it did not take more than a week for myself to pick up that language and even like it. Of course, I practised not to utter them in my parental home, but saying it in bank was ok.
“I am serious. She says it will be good for you, good for the family. What do you say?”
When my marriage was settled, I was apprehensive about how my m-i-l would be – dictator or meek or a true elderly mother like figure. Within a month my apprehensions were laid to rest when I found that she belonged to the third category. I was happy. And in the 20 months I had developed a lot of respect and love for her. Though she appeared a bit modern with her bob cut and sleeveless blouse and base language like ‘tika’ and ‘tunne’ easily came tumbling out of her lips, she was highly disciplined and deeply religious and above all fair to all. This being a religious matter it would not be possible for me to say no to her. But could I go out bald? To Bank? I had my doubts.
“Can we think about it? Discuss it?”
“What is there to discuss or think? When Amma says that it is good for the family, it is in the family’s interest that you do it. What is your apprehension? After all you have about 2 inches of hair. And that 2 inch hair can be grown from scratch in about four months, probably earlier. Why are you bothered?” He was still lying down, caressing his own ‘shaft’. I was sitting by his side with the legs stretched, my crotch wet with his semen.
“What will my colleagues say? The neighbours?” I queried half-heartedly.
“Why, you forgot Sneha, Mandakini? They carried on bald happily and no one really bothered. They had long hair. You have very short hair. Why are you hesitating? Please accept happily.”
A married female colleague of Gaurav – her name Sneha - had tonsured her head in Palani a year ago. She had mid back braided hair. She went about with a scarf for just two days and then with bare head. She had come to our house also with her nice smooth head and touched my m-i-l’s feet seeking her blessings. My m-i-l had affectionately caressed her bald head and blessed her. She had looked good. I had asked her how she faced her colleagues. She said “What is there in it, Priya? Some do look a second time, some do laugh a bit. But all this fades away in a few days. I am quite happy with this.” In fact a month later, she attended a promotion interview with half inch hair and she did get promotion. Another lady – Mandakini - two houses down from our house got her head tonsured a month ago as thanksgiving for getting Doctorate. She never covered her bald head. She teaches physics in a college. None of the neighbours’ gaze troubled her.
I did not have much to argue. I thought for a minute and then gave in. “Oooo…kay” I said.
Next came another bomb from Gaurav. “Thank you dear. Now it will be a clean slate in the house. Otherwise, you would have been the odd-girl-out in our household.”
I looked at him with startled and confused expression. He said “Don’t look like that. It is nothing much. Along with Appa, myself, Pinky and now you, Amma also will get tonsured. And Sheela (his 26 year old married sister living in Delhi with her husband and two kid sons) will also join us and all of them including Sheela will get tonsured.” Now this was some news.
“But why?”
“She wanted to do it a year before marriage. Amma got a bit nervous about the groom availability and said no. After marriage, her highly westernised in-laws said ‘not now’. It got postponed several times. Now that Amma also is getting tonsured, she put pressure on her husband. Finally her in-laws (who have migrated to USA along with their elder son and his wife) gave in and told her to go ahead. So she is coming and joining us. It will be one big lot of baldies.” I smiled with happiness. Sheela has been good to me always. Gaurav continued “Mom had got Sheela’s head shaved off after SSLC, maintained her head a boy cut during her PUC, but later asked her to grow it long after shaving it all off once more after her PUC. And in four years she got hip long hair. It was this long braid she wanted to shave off and get back to boy cut. But who would marry a boy cut girl was mom’s apprehension. Since then the case is hanging. Now Sheela feels she is ‘free’”.
“Will she grow it back or not?”
“No way of growing back. Ranjan (Sheela’s husband) wanted her to get back to boy cut straightaway after marriage. His westernised parents urged her to do it at the earliest. But she being highly religious did not want that long virgin hair to be cut anywhere other than in Tirupati and that too fully to the roots. Her stand was clear – Tirupati bald or no hair cut till then. Now, after Tirupati tonsure she will have a nice boycut and a Tirupati tonsure once in a while.” Suddenly I imagined a bald Sheela, a boycut Sheela, a bald myself, a bald m-i-l and giggled. I could not stop giggling for about half a minute.
“So you happily agree, is it not?”
“Yes…” Again I giggled. It was almost midnight.
“Shall we celebrate now with some more fucking?” Gaurav asked. “Yeah” I said and took his erect penis in my mouth for a blow job – something I did almost every day. I started giving him a blow job, and his penis started becoming taut. Parallely I was finger fucking him in his anus. In about 5 minutes he ejaculated in my mouth and I swallowed his semen fully. We slept till about 3 am, woke up and again he fucked my vagina doggy style for about 10 minutes releasing another load of semen. It is a different matter that the fucking on this day resulted in my second baby.
My parents giggled when I told them that I would become a baldy. They also liked to accompany us to Tirumala. We said yes. In Tirumala none of my parental people got any haircut. But in my husband’s family all got tonsured – three ladies, four gents, two young male kids and one female kid. It was a giggle day for us all after the Darshan – each caressing other’s bald head and giggling.
When the barber wetted my head and ran the blade on it, I felt in heaven. All my initial inhibitions were completely gone. I thought I was a fool to have even doubted the problems behind it. Even my neighbours and colleagues appreciated my look though a few giggled in a benign way. In all a grand experience no young woman should miss.
Four months passed. We took Pinky to the nearby temple for a repeat tonsure. Then onwards, her hair would be kept short with scissors till she completed 3 years – diktat by m-i-l and happily agreed to by me.
A week later, Gaurav told me in another Saturday fucking session (I was in second trimester of my second pregnancy, no problem in having safe sex) “Priya, you have got back your curly hair. I want you to experience another joy. I feel this is the time.”
“What?” I said simultaneously caressing his limp dick into a tough pole.
“I would like you to enjoy a clipper cut like me”. I was shocked. I left his pole.
“Why?” I asked incredulously. Everyone was appreciating that my brand curly hair had returned so promptly after a Tirupati ‘gundu’. If I got a clipper cut like a male, people would laugh. I said so to him.
“Priya, please try it once. If not good, shave it all off and grow it again.” My ear perked up hearing ‘shave it all off’. I would never again say ‘no’ to a head shave as long as it is not too frequent. I had fallen in love with head shave – so enjoyable. I smiled.
“Will m-i-l agree” He sensed that I was in the path of agreement.
“I have already convinced her”. I thought why not. So I said “This once only, okay?”
“Okay”
“Promise?” I asked.
“We had agreed not to use ‘Promise’” He reminded me. I meekly agreed “Yeah”.
“Come on then. Let us get on with a good fuck”. Usually, our Saturday fucking is three part – one vaginal fuck in missionary position with or without a condom on his prick and one of my fingers in his anus, a blow job on his penis and another vaginal fuck in a different position. But now that I am in my second trimester, missionary is not convenient, so the first was doggy and the third was I sat on his pecker and fucked him. So we had great fuck that night, imagining a high and tight haircut for me.
The next day m-i-l was pleasantly surprised at my ‘yes’. She giggled looking at me. The problem would be the giggling of colleagues. But what the heck. If that would put some colour in my and Gaurav’s life I would do it. It would be temporary, is it not?
Early morning Gaurav said “Come on, let us go for the haircut”. I said the Salon would not open so early. He retorted “No way, it will be in a barbershop”. Now, I became nervous. A playful m-i-l literally pushed me into the car saying her usual below the belt talk ‘Tika muchkondu hatte (simply climb in without gibberish)’. Pinky was in her care. Gaurav took me to the barbershop he visits. The barber was astonished at my presence there and looked at Gaurav questioningly. The few waiting men also were surprised to see a short haired woman there. Gaurav said “hair cut for both”. The barber shrugged and carried on. Gaurav first sat in the barber chair when his turn came and said ‘usual’. The barber ran a clipper all over his head to make it very short. Then he removed the black attachment and peeled off the growth on the sides and back high up. His usual marine cut or high and tight as some call it resulted.
I sat on the chair. Gaurav said “Same as me”. The barber was surprised. He asked me whether it is ok. I blushingly nodded. He draped me with the white cloth. With the same clippers, he reduced all my hair to a uniform half inch length. I was giggling silently at my look. The feel was good. But what really floored me was the next move. The barber removed the attachment, bent my head to left and peeled off the hair on my right side high up – two inches above the ear. The right side became bald. The feeling of the clippers running on my head and making it bald was exquisite. So this was the experience Gaurav was mentioning last night. Yes, this was really great. But when my head was tilted and the nape was clippered high up to the same level as on the right side, well, the experience was even greater. Another five minutes, my head looked like my husbands – a crew cut or marine cut or high and tight or whatever. Others started giggling. I also giggled and went out. Seeing me, m-i-l and f-i-l also giggled. I joined in their giggle. The look was new, a bit punkish but not bad. But the experience of clipper cut was really great.
After bath, M-i-l called me whether I would accompany her to salon. I was surprised. I told her that she has to grow much more hair to get back her bob cut. She said that she would try a boy cut for some time. I accompanied her to the salon. There she said “Short boy cut with clippers on sides and back – close to skin”. The stylist smiled and gave her a short boy cut – combable on top, clipper bald to about an inch above the ear. She got down smiling with a nice clipper boy cut.
Evening, we got the news that Sheela also got a boy cut similar to m-i-l in Delhi the same day.
That night also the sex with Gaurav was really great. He is really capable of regular supply of semen from his ball sack.
Next day similar giggles were heard for a long time in the bank from colleagues and clients. I giggled with them. That was the best answer to feel confident.
It is about six years since that first high and tight. I decided to keep the style. And in barber shop. Once a month. This was much more enjoyable than the curly hair I had. M-i-l also kept her boy cut style, with clippers that is. And Sheela too.
Four years ago, Rajesh married Latha, a long haired Tamil girl who works as a scientist in a Govt Lab in Chennai. Rajesh also works in Chennai. It was a love marriage and Latha is from a different caste. While ours is a vegetarian family, hers is a non-veg family. My in-laws agreed for the marriage on three conditions – she should become a vegetarian, she should learn Kannada and she should follow our familiy’s gundu and short hair policy. In her family, occasional family gundu does exist and she had had gundu twice in her college days. So she was happy about it. But leaving non-veg food would be difficult. But finally she was convinced by her own parents. Now she is a pucca vegetarian, got her head tonsured in Tirupati after her first son was born three years ago and since then she is also having a boy cut similar to my m-i-l and Sheela. Latha also tried my style of high and tight once for fun but did not keep it for long. But she loves bald more. She gave birth to a girl about 11 months back, two days after my own second daughter was born. She has learnt fluent Kannada and the base language of our family – ‘tika’, ‘tunne’ and all. Rajesh taught her these within three months of marriage.
In the six years, I gave birth to a boy, then another boy and then a girl. So now we are the proud parents of two girls and two boys – a rarity nowadays in urban India. After the fourth baby was born, I got tubectomy done to prevent further pregnancies. The youngest will complete 12 months in a week. And a month back all of us - fil, mil, Gaurav, myself, my two daughters, two sons, Rajesh, Latha, their son and daughter - returned from Tirupati, all of us freshly bald.
Latha has very well merged in our family – religiosity, Kannada language, below the belt language, short boy cut and all. She also has got tubectomy done after the birth of her daughter.
The day we returned from Tirumala – all with bald heads - m-i-l called Gaurav, Rajesh, myself and Latha aside out of hearing of the children. She said “Gaurav, Rajesh, tonight fuck the anuses of your bald wives, understand? (“Gaurav and Rajesh, ivattu raatri nimma bodi hendthira tika hodeeri, gottayta?”). Gaurav and Rajesh jumped with joy. Latha happily giggled as she was very eager to get an anal bang and was waiting for the m-i-l to lift the ban. I was a bit apprehensive. But some of my female colleagues, m-i-l and Sheela in particular had told that the experience if done occasionally and correctly would be great. Still I expressed my fears. M-i-l told me and Latha the way to go ahead.
With sufficient lubricant and foreplay, Gaurav very slowly introduced his erect penis in my anus. Initial pain subsided and then the fucking picked up speed gradually. It was a great experience. Latha also was successful in getting a good anal fuck from Rajesh. Next day we reported our experiences to m-i-l who was very happy that the virginity of the anuses of both her daughters-in-law has been breached successfully. She has advised us to do it at least once a month but not too frequently.
Three months have passed since that experience. I have returned to my brand crew cut. M-i-l and Latha have returned to their clipper boy cuts. I am enjoying bi-monthly anal fucking from Gaurav. Latha said she is also doing it similarly. Both I and Latha perform fellatio on our husbands almost 90% of the days. We are happy to swallow the semen and so are husbands to get their shafts licked and sucked by their wives. They fuck us in every conceivable position without condom. Gaurav calls me 'shishnapriya' (a female who loves a penis) when kids and outsiders are not around.
I have decided that I and my kids will have annual Tirumala gundu with fortnightly crew cut in between. Rajesh and Latha also have added their names to annual Tirupati gundu list. M-i-l is very happy about it. My parents are also happy with my ‘avatar’ of crew cut and Tirupati gundu. The flip side is they know that elders in our house use very coarse below-the-belt language and openly talk about sexual matters. And my parents are unhappy about it. What can I do? That is the culture in our in-laws house and we somehow enjoy it.
“Priya, I want to say something. Are you ready to listen?” he said.
“First thing first. It was one heck of a fuck you did to me just now. Great. Again if it is that you want to fuck my anus, it is a firm no”. My m-i-l had warned me that I should not agree for it till all my children are born. And we had planned at least three and possibly four.
“Not that Priya. Why don’t you listen?”
“What is it that you want to say, shoot” I said.
“Pinky is completing 10 months next week.”
“Yeah, I know, what is new in that?”
“She will enter 11th month. Mom said she has to be tonsured in Tirupati.”
That was news to me. I had grown up in a family where there was traditionally no haircut for females. But due to my insistence, I had been allowed to wear my curly hair short – something like Taslima Nasreen but I had tighter curls and I kept is shorter than her. In PUC I had a mid-back length braid of curly hair. When I entered B. Com. after getting very good marks in PUC Appa (dad) offered me to ask for a gift. I asked to cut my hair short. He was aghast at first. Though there was no tradition of female hair cutting in our religious and traditional family, Amma (mom) supported me. I was her darling elder daughter. But both told me that no curling, no colouring, no tattoo etc. I agreed. So the next Sunday, mom took me to a parlour and told the stylist that I should get a short curly head – no perming, colouring etc. The stylist said that since I had natural curl, further curling was not required. She cut off the bulk, carefully trimmed the rest to leave a head of curly hair. It looked great on me and I felt very good. Appa, amma and my two siblings adored my look. Amma said that I could keep it like this as long as l like it. But for our middle class family it was a costly choice – Rs 300 per sitting in the late 1990s. Appa told me that I could get a cut once in 3 months. So that was it. I kept it like that. After I passed B. Com. and entered the service of a PSU Bank, I maintained the style. My colleagues – male and female – also adored the look. I started getting the trimmings done once a month with my own money. And parents did not object.
When they started looking for a groom for me, five orthodox families rejected the 22 year old me though horoscopes matched. The reason – I insisted to maintain my short curly hair style while they all wanted me to grow it out. My parents got annoyed at my behaviour and got severe scolding but I held my forte. The sixth family, that of 26 year old Gaurav, happily accepted me. His own mother had an above-neck bob cut then. In the personal talk with Gaurav when the family came to ‘see’ me he complimented my look with short hair. He said that I was welcome to keep it provided no curling, no chemicals, no colouring, etc. I was on cloud nine. Even my marriage was conducted with my curly hair – no hair piece or anything. Almost everyone was happy.
A month after my marriage my m-i-l asked me whether I would accompany her to the salon. We could get our haircuts together. I happily agreed. In the salon, she sat first and told the stylist to make her hair a bit shorter. Till then I did not have an opportunity to see beneath her bob cut. It was clippered close on the nape to mid ear level – an undercut as they called it. As the stylist ran the clippers on her nape, she was smiling with satisfaction. She got her bob cut to ear lobe level and m-i-l was beaming. After that I got my usual cut. Though the salon was new, I got what I wanted.
From the first day he saw me, Gaurav was madly in love with my curly hair – its feel, its look. His own hair style was always a crew cut – even when he came to ‘see’ me for the marriage ‘interview’. And it suited him nicely. The sides and back were clipped bald about 2 inches above the ears and the top cut very very short – about half inch long, may be. The Engineering firm in which he worked accepted him like that. And I adored it. So I encouraged him to keep it. Six months down the line after marriage, we visited Tirupati. Gaurav, his 22 year old brother Rajesh and their father got fully tonsured. M-i-l got a few strands on her forehead shaved off. She requested me to do the same. I reluctantly did it. Though I was 4 months pregnant then, this was not prohibited since Tirupati is a divine place. Gaurav looked equally good with his bald head. But he returned to his brand hair cut after three weeks.
All this floated in front of my eyes when Gaurav told about Pinky’s proposed tonsure (her name is Anuradha. We call her Pinky at home). Even after being a daughter-in-law for 20 months, I did not know about this tradition in their house. But this was a small thing. And I should have no reason to oppose it. So I said “Okay. Good. But will she not cry?”
“Babies do cry. But that is for a few minutes. Barbers there are experts. With minimum crying of babies they tonsure them off neatly. You do not worry about it.” Gaurav said.
“You are nuts. If this is the news you want to tell me you have chosen the wrong time. When your dick is rising up again and I am eager for one more fuck, you bring up this crap.” I said with annoyance, simultaneously holding his erect 7 inch long dick in my left hand like a gear lever.
“Not that dear. Mom says that with Pinky she wants you and me also to go bald in Tirumala” he said taking my left breast with his left hand.
This was a bomb shell. Suddenly I left the ‘gear lever’ of Gaurav, got up, threw out his hand and glared at him. “What the fuck are you talking?” My language had become colourful after I got married, ‘ably’ aided by all my ‘in-laws’. Fuck, prick, penis, vagina, anus and their vernacular equivalents - words never allowed in my parental home - floated freely on the tongues of my in-laws. ‘Tika muchchu’ (literal translation is ‘close your anus’ but means ‘do not talk gibberish’) is an epithet they use very frequently. Though initially I was horrified hearing such words it did not take more than a week for myself to pick up that language and even like it. Of course, I practised not to utter them in my parental home, but saying it in bank was ok.
“I am serious. She says it will be good for you, good for the family. What do you say?”
When my marriage was settled, I was apprehensive about how my m-i-l would be – dictator or meek or a true elderly mother like figure. Within a month my apprehensions were laid to rest when I found that she belonged to the third category. I was happy. And in the 20 months I had developed a lot of respect and love for her. Though she appeared a bit modern with her bob cut and sleeveless blouse and base language like ‘tika’ and ‘tunne’ easily came tumbling out of her lips, she was highly disciplined and deeply religious and above all fair to all. This being a religious matter it would not be possible for me to say no to her. But could I go out bald? To Bank? I had my doubts.
“Can we think about it? Discuss it?”
“What is there to discuss or think? When Amma says that it is good for the family, it is in the family’s interest that you do it. What is your apprehension? After all you have about 2 inches of hair. And that 2 inch hair can be grown from scratch in about four months, probably earlier. Why are you bothered?” He was still lying down, caressing his own ‘shaft’. I was sitting by his side with the legs stretched, my crotch wet with his semen.
“What will my colleagues say? The neighbours?” I queried half-heartedly.
“Why, you forgot Sneha, Mandakini? They carried on bald happily and no one really bothered. They had long hair. You have very short hair. Why are you hesitating? Please accept happily.”
A married female colleague of Gaurav – her name Sneha - had tonsured her head in Palani a year ago. She had mid back braided hair. She went about with a scarf for just two days and then with bare head. She had come to our house also with her nice smooth head and touched my m-i-l’s feet seeking her blessings. My m-i-l had affectionately caressed her bald head and blessed her. She had looked good. I had asked her how she faced her colleagues. She said “What is there in it, Priya? Some do look a second time, some do laugh a bit. But all this fades away in a few days. I am quite happy with this.” In fact a month later, she attended a promotion interview with half inch hair and she did get promotion. Another lady – Mandakini - two houses down from our house got her head tonsured a month ago as thanksgiving for getting Doctorate. She never covered her bald head. She teaches physics in a college. None of the neighbours’ gaze troubled her.
I did not have much to argue. I thought for a minute and then gave in. “Oooo…kay” I said.
Next came another bomb from Gaurav. “Thank you dear. Now it will be a clean slate in the house. Otherwise, you would have been the odd-girl-out in our household.”
I looked at him with startled and confused expression. He said “Don’t look like that. It is nothing much. Along with Appa, myself, Pinky and now you, Amma also will get tonsured. And Sheela (his 26 year old married sister living in Delhi with her husband and two kid sons) will also join us and all of them including Sheela will get tonsured.” Now this was some news.
“But why?”
“She wanted to do it a year before marriage. Amma got a bit nervous about the groom availability and said no. After marriage, her highly westernised in-laws said ‘not now’. It got postponed several times. Now that Amma also is getting tonsured, she put pressure on her husband. Finally her in-laws (who have migrated to USA along with their elder son and his wife) gave in and told her to go ahead. So she is coming and joining us. It will be one big lot of baldies.” I smiled with happiness. Sheela has been good to me always. Gaurav continued “Mom had got Sheela’s head shaved off after SSLC, maintained her head a boy cut during her PUC, but later asked her to grow it long after shaving it all off once more after her PUC. And in four years she got hip long hair. It was this long braid she wanted to shave off and get back to boy cut. But who would marry a boy cut girl was mom’s apprehension. Since then the case is hanging. Now Sheela feels she is ‘free’”.
“Will she grow it back or not?”
“No way of growing back. Ranjan (Sheela’s husband) wanted her to get back to boy cut straightaway after marriage. His westernised parents urged her to do it at the earliest. But she being highly religious did not want that long virgin hair to be cut anywhere other than in Tirupati and that too fully to the roots. Her stand was clear – Tirupati bald or no hair cut till then. Now, after Tirupati tonsure she will have a nice boycut and a Tirupati tonsure once in a while.” Suddenly I imagined a bald Sheela, a boycut Sheela, a bald myself, a bald m-i-l and giggled. I could not stop giggling for about half a minute.
“So you happily agree, is it not?”
“Yes…” Again I giggled. It was almost midnight.
“Shall we celebrate now with some more fucking?” Gaurav asked. “Yeah” I said and took his erect penis in my mouth for a blow job – something I did almost every day. I started giving him a blow job, and his penis started becoming taut. Parallely I was finger fucking him in his anus. In about 5 minutes he ejaculated in my mouth and I swallowed his semen fully. We slept till about 3 am, woke up and again he fucked my vagina doggy style for about 10 minutes releasing another load of semen. It is a different matter that the fucking on this day resulted in my second baby.
My parents giggled when I told them that I would become a baldy. They also liked to accompany us to Tirumala. We said yes. In Tirumala none of my parental people got any haircut. But in my husband’s family all got tonsured – three ladies, four gents, two young male kids and one female kid. It was a giggle day for us all after the Darshan – each caressing other’s bald head and giggling.
When the barber wetted my head and ran the blade on it, I felt in heaven. All my initial inhibitions were completely gone. I thought I was a fool to have even doubted the problems behind it. Even my neighbours and colleagues appreciated my look though a few giggled in a benign way. In all a grand experience no young woman should miss.
Four months passed. We took Pinky to the nearby temple for a repeat tonsure. Then onwards, her hair would be kept short with scissors till she completed 3 years – diktat by m-i-l and happily agreed to by me.
A week later, Gaurav told me in another Saturday fucking session (I was in second trimester of my second pregnancy, no problem in having safe sex) “Priya, you have got back your curly hair. I want you to experience another joy. I feel this is the time.”
“What?” I said simultaneously caressing his limp dick into a tough pole.
“I would like you to enjoy a clipper cut like me”. I was shocked. I left his pole.
“Why?” I asked incredulously. Everyone was appreciating that my brand curly hair had returned so promptly after a Tirupati ‘gundu’. If I got a clipper cut like a male, people would laugh. I said so to him.
“Priya, please try it once. If not good, shave it all off and grow it again.” My ear perked up hearing ‘shave it all off’. I would never again say ‘no’ to a head shave as long as it is not too frequent. I had fallen in love with head shave – so enjoyable. I smiled.
“Will m-i-l agree” He sensed that I was in the path of agreement.
“I have already convinced her”. I thought why not. So I said “This once only, okay?”
“Okay”
“Promise?” I asked.
“We had agreed not to use ‘Promise’” He reminded me. I meekly agreed “Yeah”.
“Come on then. Let us get on with a good fuck”. Usually, our Saturday fucking is three part – one vaginal fuck in missionary position with or without a condom on his prick and one of my fingers in his anus, a blow job on his penis and another vaginal fuck in a different position. But now that I am in my second trimester, missionary is not convenient, so the first was doggy and the third was I sat on his pecker and fucked him. So we had great fuck that night, imagining a high and tight haircut for me.
The next day m-i-l was pleasantly surprised at my ‘yes’. She giggled looking at me. The problem would be the giggling of colleagues. But what the heck. If that would put some colour in my and Gaurav’s life I would do it. It would be temporary, is it not?
Early morning Gaurav said “Come on, let us go for the haircut”. I said the Salon would not open so early. He retorted “No way, it will be in a barbershop”. Now, I became nervous. A playful m-i-l literally pushed me into the car saying her usual below the belt talk ‘Tika muchkondu hatte (simply climb in without gibberish)’. Pinky was in her care. Gaurav took me to the barbershop he visits. The barber was astonished at my presence there and looked at Gaurav questioningly. The few waiting men also were surprised to see a short haired woman there. Gaurav said “hair cut for both”. The barber shrugged and carried on. Gaurav first sat in the barber chair when his turn came and said ‘usual’. The barber ran a clipper all over his head to make it very short. Then he removed the black attachment and peeled off the growth on the sides and back high up. His usual marine cut or high and tight as some call it resulted.
I sat on the chair. Gaurav said “Same as me”. The barber was surprised. He asked me whether it is ok. I blushingly nodded. He draped me with the white cloth. With the same clippers, he reduced all my hair to a uniform half inch length. I was giggling silently at my look. The feel was good. But what really floored me was the next move. The barber removed the attachment, bent my head to left and peeled off the hair on my right side high up – two inches above the ear. The right side became bald. The feeling of the clippers running on my head and making it bald was exquisite. So this was the experience Gaurav was mentioning last night. Yes, this was really great. But when my head was tilted and the nape was clippered high up to the same level as on the right side, well, the experience was even greater. Another five minutes, my head looked like my husbands – a crew cut or marine cut or high and tight or whatever. Others started giggling. I also giggled and went out. Seeing me, m-i-l and f-i-l also giggled. I joined in their giggle. The look was new, a bit punkish but not bad. But the experience of clipper cut was really great.
After bath, M-i-l called me whether I would accompany her to salon. I was surprised. I told her that she has to grow much more hair to get back her bob cut. She said that she would try a boy cut for some time. I accompanied her to the salon. There she said “Short boy cut with clippers on sides and back – close to skin”. The stylist smiled and gave her a short boy cut – combable on top, clipper bald to about an inch above the ear. She got down smiling with a nice clipper boy cut.
Evening, we got the news that Sheela also got a boy cut similar to m-i-l in Delhi the same day.
That night also the sex with Gaurav was really great. He is really capable of regular supply of semen from his ball sack.
Next day similar giggles were heard for a long time in the bank from colleagues and clients. I giggled with them. That was the best answer to feel confident.
It is about six years since that first high and tight. I decided to keep the style. And in barber shop. Once a month. This was much more enjoyable than the curly hair I had. M-i-l also kept her boy cut style, with clippers that is. And Sheela too.
Four years ago, Rajesh married Latha, a long haired Tamil girl who works as a scientist in a Govt Lab in Chennai. Rajesh also works in Chennai. It was a love marriage and Latha is from a different caste. While ours is a vegetarian family, hers is a non-veg family. My in-laws agreed for the marriage on three conditions – she should become a vegetarian, she should learn Kannada and she should follow our familiy’s gundu and short hair policy. In her family, occasional family gundu does exist and she had had gundu twice in her college days. So she was happy about it. But leaving non-veg food would be difficult. But finally she was convinced by her own parents. Now she is a pucca vegetarian, got her head tonsured in Tirupati after her first son was born three years ago and since then she is also having a boy cut similar to my m-i-l and Sheela. Latha also tried my style of high and tight once for fun but did not keep it for long. But she loves bald more. She gave birth to a girl about 11 months back, two days after my own second daughter was born. She has learnt fluent Kannada and the base language of our family – ‘tika’, ‘tunne’ and all. Rajesh taught her these within three months of marriage.
In the six years, I gave birth to a boy, then another boy and then a girl. So now we are the proud parents of two girls and two boys – a rarity nowadays in urban India. After the fourth baby was born, I got tubectomy done to prevent further pregnancies. The youngest will complete 12 months in a week. And a month back all of us - fil, mil, Gaurav, myself, my two daughters, two sons, Rajesh, Latha, their son and daughter - returned from Tirupati, all of us freshly bald.
Latha has very well merged in our family – religiosity, Kannada language, below the belt language, short boy cut and all. She also has got tubectomy done after the birth of her daughter.
The day we returned from Tirumala – all with bald heads - m-i-l called Gaurav, Rajesh, myself and Latha aside out of hearing of the children. She said “Gaurav, Rajesh, tonight fuck the anuses of your bald wives, understand? (“Gaurav and Rajesh, ivattu raatri nimma bodi hendthira tika hodeeri, gottayta?”). Gaurav and Rajesh jumped with joy. Latha happily giggled as she was very eager to get an anal bang and was waiting for the m-i-l to lift the ban. I was a bit apprehensive. But some of my female colleagues, m-i-l and Sheela in particular had told that the experience if done occasionally and correctly would be great. Still I expressed my fears. M-i-l told me and Latha the way to go ahead.
With sufficient lubricant and foreplay, Gaurav very slowly introduced his erect penis in my anus. Initial pain subsided and then the fucking picked up speed gradually. It was a great experience. Latha also was successful in getting a good anal fuck from Rajesh. Next day we reported our experiences to m-i-l who was very happy that the virginity of the anuses of both her daughters-in-law has been breached successfully. She has advised us to do it at least once a month but not too frequently.
Three months have passed since that experience. I have returned to my brand crew cut. M-i-l and Latha have returned to their clipper boy cuts. I am enjoying bi-monthly anal fucking from Gaurav. Latha said she is also doing it similarly. Both I and Latha perform fellatio on our husbands almost 90% of the days. We are happy to swallow the semen and so are husbands to get their shafts licked and sucked by their wives. They fuck us in every conceivable position without condom. Gaurav calls me 'shishnapriya' (a female who loves a penis) when kids and outsiders are not around.
I have decided that I and my kids will have annual Tirumala gundu with fortnightly crew cut in between. Rajesh and Latha also have added their names to annual Tirupati gundu list. M-i-l is very happy about it. My parents are also happy with my ‘avatar’ of crew cut and Tirupati gundu. The flip side is they know that elders in our house use very coarse below-the-belt language and openly talk about sexual matters. And my parents are unhappy about it. What can I do? That is the culture in our in-laws house and we somehow enjoy it.
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