Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 39

The manner of dress for the men was the same as it was for the women of this village. Both male and female wore the same type of sarong called a lava-lava. The garment fit loosely and covered from the waist to the knees. The women would add a strand of beads or a silk sash to their attire, and some of the more daring women wore their sarong a few inches above the knee or even a bit higher than that if they were really daring. The younger women were required to go topless while the senior women were permitted a simple sash that crossed their chest from one shoulder to the opposite hip and hid their breasts from view.

Sneha quickly washed and changed into a fresh sarong and then the three of us made our way to the steps of the shrine. There were four sets of steps leading up to the shrine and at the base of each set of steps the villagers had set up serving tables. At the dinner hour villagers brought food and drink and placed their offerings on the tables. The first to eat were the village elders. Once the elders had their food, the rest of the villagers were free to form lines and fill their plates. This was a communal society that required everyone to contribute equally. While Sneha and Raffa did not contribute directly to the evening feast, it was Raffa along with his mates that caught the fish that his aunts had prepared and placed on the table for the rest of the village to eat. Sneha, well her contribution was obvious as she was in charge of the shrine and its upkeep for the week. Her normal duties when not tending the shrine were to work in the coconut and banana groves. She was not much at cat herding but she was very adept at climbing tropical trees.

After my humans filled their plate they made their way over to an area set up for eating where the ground was covered with woven bamboo mats. Sneha gathered with her friends while her brother did the same with his. The unattached males mostly ate with the other unattached males and like wise the females did the same... that is until the Alpha male that I had observed at the river entered the picture.

As the Alpha and his younger brother entered the area, the Alpha approached one of Sneha's friends, extended his hand to the girl who promptly took his hand and allowed him to lead her away from the group. His brother did the same with Sneha and led her off out of sight from me and the rest of the group. I have to say that I was not so thrilled about being passed off to another girl as Sneha went off with the Alpha's brother for a little after dinner snog fest. I was at least thankful that I was handed off to Pesha who seemed a kind girl similar in age to Sneha who was really adept at cat petting, fur brushing, and snuggling. I remained in her care long after the dinner hour had concluded. Raffa and the other young males were tasked with cleaning up after the dinner hour had passed, and when he was done with his chores he came to collect me from Pesha. Raffa and Pesha had a long conversation that I surmised was about me and at the end of the discussion it was decided that I would spend the night with Pesha and her parents as Raffa wanted to spend the evening with his friends.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. From what I could gather from the conversations I listened in on inside Pesha's hut. Pesha and her parents were honored to have the Temple Cat under their roof for the night. They actually thought that it was a blessing upon their family to have me stay with them. I spent the evening curled up with Pesha on her bed and we both fell asleep snuggled up tightly together. In the morning it was not hard to recognize the walk of shame and the purple colored love bite on her neck as Sneha came by to collect me from Pesha. Just like dinner the night before, breakfast was organized the same way though the food was not as plentiful or varied as it was for dinner.

The next four days were uneventful and quite routine. Sneha tended to her duties at the shrine and took care of the cleaning the hut that she shared with her brother. Most of the huts had crude showers, but the villagers preferred to bathe in the river as the water from the river was considered to be blessed by the Gods as it flowed from the mountains before flowing past the grand temple far up stream. I suspected that the belief was that the water lost some of its blessing when it was carted away from the river to be used in the showers and sinks installed in the individual homes.

During my stay in the village we made several excursions to the river for laundry, human, and cat washing. I have to say that I was not too fond of the latter but Sneha meant well and I did enjoy the way her strong fingers worked through my fur. I thought that someday while in human form that I would return the favor... that is if her boyfriend did not object. Our daily trips to the river were not the ritualistic venture that I had observed on my first contact with these villagers. I learned that the formal bathing ritual was only done on the day of prayer, which came at the end of their eight-day week.

From my observations I learned that Sneha and Palu (the Alpha's younger brother) we quite the popular couple about the village. On several occasions he made the trip with us to the river where the two of them spent a great deal of time washing each other. The marriages in the village were arranged by the head of the family and required the blessing of elderly Pramukha the chief of the village. Since Sneha's parents had perished in a hurricane that devastated the village when she was young, the duty fell upon her brother Raffa approve of the marriage. Raffa was fond of Palu but did not think it proper for his younger sister to marry before he did so he always avoided the subject when it came up. Sneha and Palu were in love, and were waiting patiently as their custom required.

The Pa'u is what the villagers called themselves and their name was taken from the province that their village administered. The language that they spoke was an amalgamation of several languages that were already in my UT and it did not take long before the UT was up over 50% in its understanding of the spoken language. The understanding of the written word was slowed by the short duration of my visits to the shrine and the limited time I had to peruse the texts that were carved into its walls, obelisks, pylons, and statue bases.

On my fourth day in the village after our evening meal and bathing, it was time to tend to the shrine. Raffa insisted on coming along to help Sneha with her duties. Of course she did not object as they were in love, but more than that, Raffa was third in line of succession in the village. Pramukha was the Chief because of his seniority and his wisdom. Next in line was Raku, the Alpha who had earned the Deputy Chief position due to his strength of body and character. Both him and Palu were pillars of the community and were well respected by the villagers... oh, and before I forget... Raku and Palu's uncle at the time was the King of all the tribes and was once the Chief of the Pa'u before ascending to the throne.

The villager's diet consisted mostly of fish, vegetables, and fruits. During the evening meal Sneha was sure to get a few extra fillets of fish for me to keep my tummy full and keep me healthy. I did not have a problem with so much fish but I was getting a bit hungry for some real meat, and I was missing my morning coffee as well. After we finished our evening meal and the clean up was finished, Sneha and Palu walked me back to her home. We spent some time in the common room until Raffa came home. Most of our time in the common room consisted of Sneha and Palu making out and my trying to look as if I was not paying attention to their heavy petting. Once Raffa entered the hut the two lovebirds excused themselves and moved into her sleeping area and lowered a beaded curtain to provide some privacy. I was left in Raffa's care for the night.

The light from the moon began to fade as it slipped below the horizon and being that none of my human hut mates decided to light a fire, lamp, or torch the inside of the hut was becoming totally dark. Raffa knew the way to his room and made his way there in the darkness without stubbing a toe or stepping on anything painful. I of course could see perfectly with my keen feline night vision. I elected to stay in the common room to allow my humans their privacy... that is until the antics of the two lovebirds became so loud as to keep me from falling asleep. I had fallen asleep many times in conditions much more noisy that this but the noise of their lovemaking was a bit too much for this needy panther to take. As the moaning and such became louder and more frequent I decided to move farther away from the noise and made my way into Raffa's room. I entered without making a sound or being seen in the darkness. I found myself a nice comfy spot in a corner when I knew I would not get stepped on or kicked should Raffa wake during the night.

The hut was very small and even after changing locations, the mattress mambo serenade coming from Sneha's room could still be clearly heard in Raffa's room, and to add to the serenade, Raffa had entered a state of heavy breathing as well. I am being polite when I say "heavy breathing." The truth be told, he was snoring! From my position in the corner I could see that Raffa had stripped himself naked and was laying on top of the straw stuffed mattress. He was laying on his back, his eyes were closed and his face was turned toward the ceiling.

I looked Raffa over in a new way now. Before I had just looked at him as Sneha's brother but now I was looking at him as a tool to use to scratch my itch and wow, what a tool he had I must say. Even in his flaccid state I could see that genetics had been good to him and he was amply gifted. He was not quite as endowed as Raku the Alpha, but from what I could see he had more than enough to make any of the village women very happy. His body was muscular and well toned and as I sized him up physically, he came close to being the serious hunk that Raku was. I could feel my heartbeat increasing as I listened to the couple going at it on the other side of the hut, and kept my eyes focused Raffa sleepy manhood.

I had spent more time that I want to admit staring in lust at Sneha's naked brother until finally I decided to do something about it. I silently changed back into my human form then rolled and pinned my long black hair up on the back of my head. Even in human form I moved as silent as a cat stalking her prey. I stood over Raffa for a few minutes admiring his form until my admiration session was broken by a single drop of my most intimate moisture dripping from my bare lips onto my inner thigh. The sensation sent a shiver of excitement through my tall slender body causing me to break my lustful stare and move my lips toward Raffa's exposed left nipple.

Ever so carefully so as not to awake my intended victim I bent forward at the waist and surrounded his small dark brown nipple with my slender lips. Once I had the sensitive little nub in my grasp I began to suck softly and flick my tongue against the trapped tip. This brought a slight sigh from my Raffa, which only encouraged me to suck and lick a little harder. I am not sure if he thought I was a bug or some other such annoyance as soon found myself dodging his hand as it came streaking up across his chest as if trying to swat away a large nipple sucking mosquito. I would not be deterred by a poorly aimed slap so I returned my lips and tongue to his now firm, wet nipple. Once again I was rewarded with a pleasant sigh from Raffa, and as I looked over his body I could see his manhood beginning to stir to life as it rested against his lower abdomen.

I was emboldened by my success so I abandoned his left nipple and moved my lips to the right. I took extra care that my breasts did not come in contact with his chest as I moved about. Thinking that too much contact all at once might cause my victim to wake up prematurely. I worked his right nipple over with my tongue and lips as I did the left and in no time it was just as firm and once again I was rewarded with a soft pleasurable sigh escaping from Raffa's lips. I continued to have my way with his muscular chest, moving my lips from one nipple and back to the other. I planted gentle kisses on his soft warm skin as I moved my way across his chest between his nipples.

His sighs of pleasure were growing in number and in intensity and a quick look at his growing staff told me that he was about two thirds of the way to fully erect. I knew it was time to abandon his nipples and move south for something a bit more filling for this cat on the prowl. For next phase of my attack I moved around to the other side of his bed and slipped down to my knees on the edge of his mattress. As the sounds of Palu and Sneha's love making continued to echo through the small hut I leaned forward and gently took Raffa's thick member into my right hand and guided it to my lips while I lowered myself to meet the tip with my tongue.

I gave the mushroom shaped tip a quick circle with my tongue before opening my mouth and sliding it inside. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft to keep him on target as I slowly worked my lips over the tip, moving down not more than an inch or so. My mouth sucked softly on the head as I took it in just to the pronounced rim that separated the head from the shaft. I worked the head over thoroughly, sucking softly and flicking my tongue over the sensitive little slit at the center.

Raffa was now fully erect and I knew that I would have trouble getting his length and girth fully into my mouth. My hope now was that I could remain in control and not wake him to the point where he would force the issue by grabbing a hold of my head and forcing his thick knob into my throat. With that in mind I moved ever so slowly and with very gentle and deliberate motions as I kept my lips moving over his head and the immediate area below.

On several occasions I would remove my lips from around him and give the slick head a lick or two, then playfully drag my teeth over the sensitive flesh before taking the head back into my mouth again. I was beginning to get a bit too excited and a bit careless as I leaned in a little closer my breasts came in contact with my victim's thigh. The sensation of my sensitive and erect nipples dragging over his warm flesh caused me to move my mouth down his shaft a bit more than I was ready to and I had to work quickly to recover my balance and my breathing. I was thankful once again that my genetic design called for the elimination of that oh so annoying gag reflex.

I recovered nicely and still Raffa appeared to be asleep, though he was moaning a bit more now but not as much as his sister was which was a good thing for me since their moaning and groaning would mask Raffa's. I continued to work on just the very tip of his pole. I knew that any man that was conscious would have brought his hands into play and would have demanded more by pushing my head down, but I was in control and wanted to remain so. This made me extra careful in my movements, but even though I was careful Raffa began to move his hips slightly and push upward to meet my lips as they slid down and I was now taking an extra inch or so into my mouth each time I took him in.

As Raffa's breathing rate increased I moved my mouth up and down faster, taking him in a bit deeper each time until each cycle had me taking in half of his fully erect pole. He was beginning to stir a bit more now so I took a short break and removed my mouth from him, but kept my fingers around the base and guiding his slippery tip against my nipples, rubbing them in turn and coating them with the wetness that I had deposited on him. I had to remember my situation and suppress my urge to moan as my most sensitive little brown nubs were sliding in turn against his hot wet knob.

I took him back into my mouth once again and began sliding up and down and as I worked my tongue and mouth over him I got a bit carried away and moved too fast. Raffa's hands moved toward my head though his eyes were still closed. It was easy enough for me to dodge his attempt to grab my head; well at least I think it was my head he was grabbing for.

It was totally dark in the room, the moon had long set so even if he did open his eyes he could not see me, but I could see him. As I paused and took a few moments to look at the happy expression on his face I heard him moan as I stroked him and massaged my nipples with his manhood. It was then that I heard him mumble, "Pesha, keep going... please."

"Pesha" I thought to myself. I know her.

I had to fight to suppress a giggle. I know that normally a woman going down on a man would be a bit upset if a man called out another woman's name but for me it was no big deal. Here I was in total darkness taking advantage of this gorgeous specimen of masculinity... I did not care what he called me as long as he let me finish what I had started.

Since he thought I was someone else and he was obviously in dream land I became a bit more adventurous and after a few long licks up and down the length of his shaft I took him back into my mouth and slid down as far as I could go comfortably without forcing him down my throat. I knew that my little kitty was wet and ready but I wanted to make sure that his pole was in the same condition.

Once I was sure that he was ready I changed my position on the bed and slipped my leg over his body with my knees coming to rest on either side of his hips. I lowered my drenched little kitty onto his throbbing manhood but did not allow it to slip into me just yet. I moved my hips slowly as I allowed more of my weight to press down on him. I moved myself over his pole, massing its length with my hairless sex. I closed my eyes and began to enjoy the sensation of transferring more wetness from myself to him that I did not noticed his hands moving until they had latched onto my breasts as they dangled above his chest. My mouth opened and let out a pleasured sigh as I repositioned myself to allow his manhood to slide into me as I pushed myself backwards.

It did not take him long to come to his senses once I had the head of his staff inside me and as his hands clutched and kneaded my orange sized breasts he came to the realization that I was not Pesha. He was quick to hiss out, "You are not Pesha!"

Of course I was not Pesha and I was quick to respond as best I could in his language, "and you are not Sir William Drax." I could not help but giggle once the words had escaped my lips.

He was about to say something else in response but I was quick to place my hand over his mouth and whisper, "You do not know me, but you may enjoy me until the morning light arrives... but please be silent so as not to disturb the others."

I knew he understood me as he nodded his head in agreement. I did not know many men that would disagree once a young woman had him slid halfway into her warm wet nest, and Raffa was no different. I punctuated his acceptance by squeezing my breasts a bit harder and rolling his hips upwards to slide deeper inside me.

I think that from Raffa's response to my use of his manhood that the woman of this village preferred things a bit on the rough side because when Raffa began to work my oranges with his hands. I got the feeling that he was trying to turn said oranges into orange juice. The pressure on my firm orbs became more than I would choose to endure for the rest of the night. Thinking quickly I moved my hands to his and slipped them off my breasts. I interlaced my fingers with his and readjusted my position over him. My feet came up beside his hips and my legs were bent which put me in a squatting position over his upward pointed manhood. I used his hands and mine for balance as I lowed myself down his pole, allowing most of his length to slide deep inside me.