My marriage was fixed when I was studying for my degree classes at Miranda House New Delhi. My father was an air force commodore. My mother was only a housewife. I was having an affair with a Panjabi guy named Preetam. He was a 7 feet tall handsome guy with a great turban and soft beard and his eyes had a gray look. He was studying for MBA and we met at a birthday party for one of my friends. He sang and danced well and was the star attraction. Somehow he noticed me and my silence attracted him as he later told me. I don’t know how we started our love, but it was very soon as if in some Mills &Boone romances. But my marriage was conducted to a boy from a business family close to my mother’s house in Kerala. They were in search of a bride for him and his horoscope was pretty bad and it was predicted that his marriage has to be conducted only with a suitable match, as there was great possibility of an early death for him. In India marriages are conducted after many consultations with astrologers who even predict the time at which the groom has to mate his bride for getting a son who would be greatest in the family. But when something bad happens after marriage the astrologers blame it on some evil planets influence which was not considered at the matching time or some miscalculations in the bride’s horoscope or the inaccuracy to deduct correct horoscope of a baby who was born after an operation. One of the greatest astrologer’s magazine in India predicted Bill Clinton’s defeat in his first election and when Bill was elected at that time, the next issue was full of letters to the editor which was dealing with how inaccurate was Bill Clinton’s horoscope etc. Some fellow wrote that Hillary’s horoscope clearly said she would become the first lady, which was not considered by the astrologer’s magazine. Some other wrote that Chelsea’ horoscope had predicted that her father would have ‘Kesariyoga’ which meant nothing but president ship. The letters to the editor were clearly matching the style of a single person and whom we can guess as the editor himself. The magazine never dared to predict any such results in future. When September 11 attacks was conducted, Nostrodamus unclear verses were deduced as fireball at New York, and soon people rushed to bookshops to buy again those predictions which never mentioned anything beyond 2001. My grand mother had my horoscope locked in her custody and when she heard about the neighboring family’s quest for a suitable bride, she gave my horoscope to them. Shit, it was selected as the perfect one to save the life of the businessman. I was not aware of any of these developments. I loved my vacations in Kerala, the south most state of India which excels in its reputation for good medical facilities, highest literacy rate and highest women population ratio. In all other parts of India, girl foetus is destroyed as soon as the sex is determined for a girl child means dowry ,marriage expenses and responsibility to the family. In the next decade, men may have to mate with men in India, if this trend continues.
I came to my mother’s district full of backwaters and mosquitoes. I loved those boat journeys when our servants row wooden black colour painted boats along the small canals, with me as single passenger often gazing at my tits, which were giggling with the movement of his oar in water. I was wearing T- shirts and jeans which was too modern for my parent’s district. Only boats can approach the vegetable market and fish market. Black women with low cut blouses specially made to reduce the bargains from male customers would be singing double meaning songs and men would be ogling at the dark sticky cleavages of enormous tits engulfed in the sweat covered blouses. Between these two activities fish would be selected and bought. The fish selling women did not prefer women buyers as both of them had tits and no distraction possible and they bargain much. The more rotten the fish, the more hiked would be the seller’s dress showing most of her black thighs too, as added bonus. In Goa, fisherwomen would be wearing a triangular type of cloth, which would appear their buttocks protruding like Brazil dancers. So the fish markets would be crowded with old men looking at the cleavages and trying their level best to check whether their old assault weapons have not lost the ability to erect. Most of them would try to pat my butt, and my jean clad buttocks did not offer them any pleasure which they got when they pat some country girl, who normally not have any underwear.
I was longing for the vacation and I packed my clothes for one month and came to Kerala. But my parents have got hint about the horoscope matching and they were trying to get my consent. In the same night I visited the native place, a fat ugly woman came to my granny’s house on some pretext and inquired about me. I felt it uneasy to have her eyes on me as if I am from some other planet. The next day two car full of people came to our house for bridal viewing. Then only I knew that they had come for bridal viewing me. I was angry but I was ignored. Was I not getting any chance to select my husband, I argued with my mother. She pacified me saying that this was just an incident happened due to my grand mother’s mistake and if I was not willing they would not pressure anything further. Then she asked me to remove my jeans and wear a traditional sary. I was not used to long 6 meter dress called sary in India, which is our national costume and considered as traditional. Somehow the aunts and my mother were able to put me in a sary and gave me a tray with full of tea filled glasses and I moved to welcome the guests. As I was trying not to slip down by the long rob my head was low and the guests took it as a symbol of my innocence and aristocracy. I gave tea to all of them and they asked some questions in our native language Malayalam, which I was not fluent. Each of my replies in my bad Malayalam invoked laugher to them. I felt terribly irritated. Then one of the uncle told them that the groom and I can go to a separate room and talk. We entered another room and I was standing and he sat down. He was nervous and I did not do anything to break his silence. I wanted to tell him that I was in love with another man but he looked like a mama’s boy. Even if I told him that he would not have the courage to prevent the marriage and I might become a joke of the countryside where people have made habit of intruding into some other’s privacy and gossip was their favorite hobby. My silence was mistook as my willingness to marry him and he might have thought that I was a coy girl. He said something about his business and tours conducted often to metros like Bombay, Dubai etc. He then went out and they proceeded to discuss something in whisper for a long time. Finally the eldest among them came back and declared that they were satisfied to get me as his bride and they wanted our opinion right then. I was desperate. They are going to decide my fate and nobody bothered to ask what was in my mind. My father gave them word that he agreed their proposal and my fate was sealed at that moment. I decided not to make a scene at that time. It was improper for a daughter to confront her father when others are around. When they were gone, I told my parents that I am not going to marry and the excuse I said was that I want to complete my degree. I did not tell them my love about a north Indian who belonged to another caste and community. But my family said they will arrange for my completion of study after discussing with the inlaws. I was 20 at that time and it was right time for marriage according to them. “You don’t know how lucky you are, getting married to the Planters family. They are rich and they are not asking any dowry. Your horoscope is a perfect match for their boy and that is why they are eager to take you as bride. We know what is good for you. You are not going back to Delhi. You can complete your studies staying here itself and my word is final”. My father declared about my future life in front of everybody.
My marriage was conducted after three months. I was applied heavy makeup, my eyebrows were made pencil thin by shaving extra hair. My eyes were applied dark shades of mascara. I was dressed in a long Kancheevaram silk sary weighing 10 kilos and my neck was full of ornaments and they were hurting me. I was like a model for some jewelry shop. About ninety percent of my parent’s savings was thus spent on feasting, decorating, and purchasing dresses. There was a huge crowd of people for my marriage. From morning onwards my beautician ( one of my aunts owning a beauty parlour and she wanted to decorate me as heavy as possible so that she may get more clients in future). There were three video men and two camera men to take snaps and filming my beauty. I was drenching in sweat. I could feel beads of sweat originating from my neck and armpits and they rolled down through my bra straps and through my spine downwards and ended at my waist where sary was tightly held. The marriage ended only for 5 minutes. But the preliminaries like pooja, receiving the groom, giving cool drinks to groom’s party, garlanding him etc took about two hours. When auspicious time of marriage was near my father took me from my makeup room to the stage. He asked me to bow the audience and then my future in laws. I was asked to bow before so many elders until my backbone was going to break whom I never remember seen in the past. Then I stand before my husband who was sitting on the high bench and put a chain made of flowers on his neck. He returned the favour and presented me a new sary. The ladies crowded behind the stage used their fingers to be put in their mouth and made a sound of foxe’s howling to indicate something divine was taking place. Soon we stood up and looked at the hall. All those people were running mad towards the door where the feast was going to be served. They were all expensively dressed and yet they seemed starving for weeks. Nobody was there to look at us. I wondered why my parents invited such a huge crowd for my marriage where most of them were not known to me and all of them where hitting the door like Indian men crowding before a sex movie’s first release. The movie goers then had a reason for their behavior. After some days the sex scenes that were added to attract crowd at the risk of uncensored or cut away by sensors would be removed for fearing to be taken by police. I could not enjoy the sight any more. We were taken to a separate room and I was given a banana and glass of milk. I had to share it with my groom. I felt vomiting to eat the half eaten banana and old milk. But I suppressed it fearing if I vomit people might think I was already pregnant before marriage. Then I was taken away to change my sary. To my dismay so many elders and most of them old men were in the room crowding. My aunt removed my sary and tried to fix another one which was presented by the groom. Those old men were looking at my blouse- covered tits like street children who were offered lollypops for the first time in their life. Saliva was oozing out from their mouth. I wondered how would I change my blouse before these guys. But my mother in law suddenly appeared and stormed all men out, yet so many women were present in the room. My aunt opened my blouse and took it away. I was standing in my bra and soon another matching blouse was put on me.
When I appeared again for taking snaps and video film with my hubby dressed same in his dhoti and no make up like me, only about fifty people were remaining in the auditorium. Then we took our feast and prepared to leave for my husband’s house. My parents hugged me and bid good-bye and told me that they would visit me in the next day. After consulting with an astrologer, they had fixed a time for me to enter their house. I had been warned to put my right feet first into the house and never put your left feet first which is a bad omen. I was always confusing with left and right, that time I should not fail. So I was constantly looking at my right feet and someone gave me a traditional lamp lighted and taking that lamp I had to enter their house. I stepped very cautiously and put my right foot first and gave one gold bangle to my mother in law as a part of dowry. Then we were once again given banana and milk to drink, by evening everyone was left.
Then came my first night. I was pushed into the bedroom by an aunt with a glass of milk again.My husband was lying in the bed in anticipation for me. I gave him the milk glass and he drank it upto half and gave me back which I also drank. Then he asked me to come near him. I moved towards him. He was lying in the bed and he started to remove my sary. I stood there in my skirt and blouse. He then asked me to unhook my blouse. I did and soon my bra followed it. When he saw my rounded breasts his eyes were bulging out. He then kissed me and started pumping my breasts using his fingers like the naughty bus drivers do at their air horns when they stop near our school. Whenever they stop at some point where women are waiting for the bus, the drivers used to apply his hands on the round rubber globes used in air horns and start applying them with a wicked smile at the women. If some woman could not suppress his smile and he came to notice a blooming of a smile, then with added vigor he would continue. Thus we girls were got a hint that men would pump our breasts whenever they get an opportunity to do so. My husband was a smoker and I felt it repulsive to suffer his tobacco smelling breath. I turned my face away from him so as to escape from his bad breath. But he took it as a symbol for my shyness and told me,” Don’t be shy, all are doing this, let me see your pussy too!”. He started removing my skirt. I was wearing a panties which was a big one covering me fully. He seemed disappointed to see big panties. He forced me to lie on the bed and started rubbing my pussy over my panties. After some time I felt I am getting wet at there. He might also have sensed the same. He then removed his dhoti and a long knickers type underwear.. I saw his black penis looking at me as if he had been awaken from a deep sleep. He put his hands inside my panties and started to rub my pussy and my hairs down below. He could not resist the temptation any longer and he yanked my panties away and threw it to a corner. I was anticipating him to penetrate my pussy using his ugly black thick penis. He was trying to do so, but then I saw him convulsed and jerked all of a sudden and something sticky like a gum fell on my thighs and pussy. I guessed that his penis failed his mind and I took it as a compliment for my figure. He could not keep his penis from a premature ejaculation after seeing me naked. Thus I was relieved from the possible penetration, which every Indian woman is scared of in her first night. He was very much shocked and humiliated by the unforeseen turn of events. At the most inappropriate time his weapon failed him. He offered some excuse to me and lay beside me and began to say sorry to me. He said to me that he had seen a lot of blue films and had the habit of masturbating himself watching them and he could not help spending when he say a woman naked for the first time in his real life. I loved it. So I was a sexy woman indeed. He then asked me whether I had masturbated in my life. Will any girl admit to a man that she masturbates?. I said that the term itself was news to me. He looked at me suspiciously and asked whether it is true. I told him negative and then he moved his hand over my pussy and started moving his fingers through the dense jungle of black mat of my pussy hair. He asked me if I had shaved my pussy before. I again said no. “Why are you asking such nasty questions to me, do you believe I am a naughty girl, masturbating shaving and what not. I had my time for my studies and nothing else.” I asked him pretending anger. He was taken aback for a while. Then he said to me that he had read a lot of about women seeking pleasure themselves and from other women especially when they stay away from home in some hostels.
My answers were contrary to his expectations. He seemed very disappointed with my replies. I was saying lies continuously. I had discovered the pleasure of masturbation when I was 10 years old. I had had my periods and soon I started itching at the top side of my vagina, the usual itch any girl is familiar when she reaches her adolescence. Soon I started rubbing at the top edge and getting a pleasure. When I took bath I used to apply water from the side tap with pressure on my hairless pussy and after some time I got some immense pleasure. Then one of my friends had told me that we would achieve more pleasure if we insert a finger into our vagina and move inside slowly. I was afraid to do it and she helped me with her finger. Then I repeated the same to her. When she was alone at her home she used to take me from school and rub her pussy on my pussy until we both get some pleasure. But when we became hairy at our pussies the act was not giving much pleasure as our bald pussies gave. Then she taught me the pleasure of licking. It was on a festival night. We were attending a dance program at night and she had to go home to take her grandmother as she was sleepy. I also accompanied her and in the rest of night, she and I lay naked in her bed and she licked me for the first time in my life. It was giving immense pleasure to me. Soon we explored ourselves in all possible ways of lesbian lovemaking. But one day her mother caught us lying naked in bed and scolded for that. I was banned to enter her house and she threatened to tell my mother what she had seen. I did not want to make any problems and never had seen her again.
So I had my lesbian experiences and I was aware of the man woman sex too. It was learnt when I was staying with my aunty on a vacation. They used to put lights on in their bedroom and I was put in the adjacent room. I doubted they were exhibitionists or they did not care about me. I had seen my uncle making my aunty naked and fucking her with his big penis. I had seen her sucking his penis at some nights. I felt it very ugly and I could not imagine how a nice lady like my aunt could suck a penis like she was eating an ice candy. Then my uncle started showing his penis to me whenever my aunt was not there and on one night he came to my bed while I was sleeping and put his penis between my thighs and rubbed for some time. I got some tickling and I did not protest but pretended that I was asleep. He ejaculated between my thighs and in the morning I say my thighs stickled together as if some glue had been applied between them. My aunt too noticed that and questioned me. I played ignorant of what happened at night. But she might have guessed what happened and I was sent back to my home soon.
My husband asked me to put my hands on his penis and stroke him. At the same time he was rubbing my pussy with his thick fingers. It was like that he was teaching me how to masturbate. My poor husband, little did he know all women are born talented to masturbate themselves and crazy for sex than men. If some girl says on the contrary you can assume that she is a humbug. My husband was talented too in masturbating women. I asked him how did he know to please women like that. He told me again that he had seen a lot of blue films and learnt the art of pleasing a woman. I became more bold and started to stroke his penis. It was wet from the spent he had come. I tried to move his foreskin back and saw the red end of his monster. It was fully covered with his sticky cum and there was some foul smell. Soon it started to grow bigger. The possibility of another erection filled my husband with added enthusiasm. He was looking at me wickedly and I guessed he was expecting some reaction from me about his invasions on my precious pussy. I offered a half wink and a sexy smile. It gave him satisfaction and soon he moved his head to my pussy and started kissing me there. I was kissed on my pussy for the first time by a man. He was very reluctant to go down on me. I had applied some sandalwood perfume on my pussy as advised by my experienced friends. They all warned me that the men would sniff at our pussies and any foul smell on the first time may make them think that we are ugly. I should be grateful for their advice. I say an approving smile from my husband. He had no clue how to eat a pussy and he was only half willing to do so. He was looking at my face and again and again he may reach his hand upper and pinch my nipples. My nipples were very small but I could feel that they are getting taut when he touched there. But I didn’t like the pinching, as it hurt me. He was sniffing at my pussy like a Hamlet “To suck or not to suck “. I continued to stroke his penis until it was hard and he spread my legs wider.
He then rolled over me and said in my ear, “Dear I am going to put my thing into you, it may hurt a while but please don’t angry”. I was moved by his approach. I spread my pussy as wide as possible and I felt something put at my hymen and I was penetrated for the first time. I did not know whether I had any hymen there or not. I had masturbated and been masturbated by other girls but I had never used a dildo. My husband started moving his buttocks to and fro and I felt his balls hitting at my thighs. After three minutes he was gone once again and was breathing as if he had been pulling a handcart full of stones for hours. I did not have to wait long to hear his slow snoring. I looked at him he was sleeping like a baby. His penis had now shrunk to a small one. I touched it and it again shrunken as if to convey me not to disturb it.
Thus my first night ended. The other nights followed were also on the same pattern. My husband would ejaculate first and after some time he would regain the strength and may fuck me. In order not to disappoint me he would try licking and fingering me once in a while. But I never got full satisfaction from his manipulations. He was greatly disappointed over his inability to fuck me as if the men he had watched in the blue films. I too was getting a feeling that my husband could not provide me a fuck which is described in porno books like shattering ones nerves. I was relieved in a curious way. After two months my husband had gone to Gulf countries for a new job, which offered more money than the present one he was having.
Our parting was very sad. I had to console him like a baby. I told him by the time when I deliver he can return from Gulf. The night before he left was quite a night. He asked me to do fellatio on him and I did it well. I did not have to work hard as his penis would come as soon as my licking starts. The whole night he was exploring my body with full light on and I fall asleep. In the early morning I woke up to make break fast for my husband and when I opened my eyes, I saw to my surprise my hubby standing near the bed and masturbating himself looking at my nudity. I spread my thighs wide and acted like a slut by trying to take my nipples in my mouth. It excited him greatly and soon I saw his penis once again emitting white fluid.
After my husband had gone abroad I was taken to a hospital by my mother in law for testing pregnancy. There was a long queue of pregnant ladies and everyone looked at me with interest. Some silent communication was going on and everyone felt like formed into a group. My mother in law went to take a token after paying fee and sat near me. Then one nurse called my name and took me to her room. She asked me if I had taken urine sample with me. I said I did not. Then she gave me a small bottle and nodded at a toilet to collect urine. I went to the toilet and collected the urine sample and gave it to her. She took some paper out of a polythene cover and poured the urine into it and waited for five minutes. The colour had changed and she confirmed that I was pregnant. But she asked me to take the slide along with me to meet the doctor.
I entered the doctor’s room when my turn came along with my mother in law. The doctor looked at us and asked to show the card sample. She confirmed my pregnancy and asked about my periods and when was the last time I had my periods. I felt little bit embarrassing to answer her questions before my mother in law. She then asked my mother in law to wait outside.
“When did you miss your period?”
“Last month”
“Date”
I told the date. She typed it on a computer before her.
“Is your husband employed?”
“Yes, he is now abroad”
“Good, so you will not have intercourse in near future?”
“Yes”.
“The first three months of pregnancy is crucial. You should avoid travel by scooter or autorikshaw. And when you do intercourse it should be done carefully so that your abdomen should not carry much wait, that’s why I asked about your husband”
I said its all right. Then the doctor asked about my age, family background etc. She looked at the lower eyelids and said I am little bit anemic. She asked me to eat more vegetables with leaves and prescribed some tonic etc and said that she wanted to check me physically after one month and she hinted that it would be convenient if I meet her at her residence. It was not unusual in our country. The government doctors are poorly paid and the government hospitals are very cheap too. The doctors are much more efficient than private hospitals as they handle double the cases than in private hospitals. But the problem is that in order to get proper attention you have to bribe everybody or become a good doctor’s inpatient. So I left the room.
My mother in law was waiting outside, when I told her about my confirmed pregnancy she was overjoyed and she took me to the nearest temple and prayed god. She started pouring offerings to different gods for giving a grandson to her. As soon as she reached our house she declared proudly about my pregnancy. It was a credit to her son to make his bride pregnant as soon as possible. In fact we were not expecting a baby too soon. But soon I felt my position in the family elevated much higher and everyone was taking an extra care towards my likes and dislikes and all were eager to satisfy any of my wishes.
After two weeks I took an appointment at my gynec’s residence through phone. On lady gave me a number and asked me to come to the residence on a Friday at 3.30 pm. My mother in law had to go to attend some function on that day so she told me to visit the doctor alone and I agreed. I reached her residence at 3.00 pm there was a young lady sitting in the portico with a register and a computer terminal before her. She took my number and feed into the computer the bio data of me. One lady then appeared from the inside of the house and she appeared to deliver any time. She was having difficulty even to walk as her feet had become heavy. Then one bell heard and the computer operator asked me to go inside. There was one more lady waiting for the appointment. She had a good belly and I guessed she might be six months pregnant.
When I entered the room the doctor was sitting before a computer. She was typing something and she smiled at me. She asked me to go to the next room and change my clothes. I entered the next room. It was a spacious room with a partition to change clothes. There were some pegs and a large mirror with some combs and power etc was placed. The other furniture was a adjustable chair you can see at a dentist’s room and a bed made of steel with the lower side having some shallow slope. I looked at the mirror and smiled at my image. Then I loosed the cotton strings by which my churidars ( a loose pant with string instead of buttons or zips) and it fell to the floor. I took it and put it on the peg. Then I lowered my panties and yanked it away. The mirror was long enough to see my full body. I was seeing my naked body below my navel in the mirror. I looked at my belly and inspected for any bulge there. There was nothing to be seen. Then I heard the door opened and closed again. There was a door closer at the door which closed the door as soon as it opened. I felt very shy to stand nude before another woman even though she was my doctor.
The doctor was dressed in her sary and her doctor’s overcoat. She was taking the stethoscope with her and the equipment required measuring the blood pressure. She looked at me and I looked at the floor in shyness. I waited for her gesture to move to the chair or the bed, which she preferred. But she looked at me and nodded in disapproval.
“I want you to be fully naked and I want to inspect your breasts too”.
It was quite unexpected to me. I was thinking that the vaginal portion was enough. I had seen in many films doctors taking babies from between the legs where the nudity was fully covered by the green clothes. I looked at the doctor for confirmation. But she looked away in disinterest. Then I started taking my upper garment over my head. There were only some buttons at the top and it is worn from the head side, which is our current national costume. The garment stuck at my ears and I fumbled to clear my ear rings which got stuck with the clothes. I then took my hand behind and unhooked my bra. I put the garments to another peg. I felt inspecting eyes on my body. When I turned back to face the doctor she was shifting her eyes in sudden move. I felt very embarrassed to stand nude before another woman.
The doctor asked me to sit on the chair and took her stethoscope in hands and moved it lazily. I moved to sit on the chair. She then came to me and stared to ask me questions again.
“When did you attain puberty”
“at Ten years”
“Do you have a good discharge of blood during periods”.
“I don’t know what do you mean by good ”
Then she asked about the normal flow and I gave her the reply.
“Have you taking the tonic?”
“Yes”
“Do you have motion loose or tight?”
“Normal”
“Ok, there is chance that you may find it tough to shit in the later stages of pregnancy. You should avoid it as much as possible. Always drink much water and take leaves with your food. Never allow the motion to get tight”.
I nodded.
Then she put a torch light into my eyes and inspected the inside of lower eyelids. She was putting her fingers moving on my lips and under the nose as if trying to see whether I had a moustache at the same time. I felt very ticklish, but she was not paying any attention she was looking into my eyes and at the same time her fingers were lingering on my mouth, lips and the edge of my face. I felt her movement slightly erotic, it was like someone was kissing me on my lips. I used to get a condensation of sweat beads between my nose and mouth. Her fingers were touching on the beads and soon each bead disappeared as sweat spreading on her fingertips. I felt my tiny tiny hairs getting aroused and it felt that I had a moustache there. Her fingers was arousing some very tiny hairs there grown up which I never seen. I liked her touch. It was very slow and casual. But somehow I felt it was tickling. I consoled myself, ” hey!, this is only a woman inspecting you for anemia, you should not get aroused like being kissed by a man, after all she is your doctor”. She was tracing the line formed when my two lips meet. I felt like a worm was traveling and suddenly my lips were opened and her finger was inserted into my mouth. I felt so shy. But she did not seem to take notice of it and appeared as if thinking a lot for a correct diagnosis whether I am anemic or not. She then left my face and nodded okay.
She then put the edges of her stethoscope to her ears and applied the pendent on my chest. She started to hear the sounds of my heart beat and was scribbling something on a sheet. She moved the pendent between my breasts and traced the smooth valley and then she took the pendent from my chest and applied to my back. Her fingers were moving on my smooth back. By the time I had adjusted to my nudity and felt at home to sit nude before another woman and dared to look into her eyes straight. She was looking very serious and was moving herself closer to me as if to hug me. She moved the pendent on different parts of my back and at one time her other hand was placed on my right breast cupping it fully. But she did not exercise any pressure and acted it was placed there accidentally. She was counting the heart beats but she did not move her hand from my breast. My breast was fully captured by her hands. She was keeping her face very close to mine and I could smell her slight perfume and once I felt her warm breath out. It was very fresh and I loved the hot air blowing near my face from her nostrils and partly opened mouth. Her lips were bigger and full lips than mine. I could see that she had applied a tiny lair of lipstick. I longed to plant a kiss on her full lips, but I cursed me for thinking such evil things. But my breasts were becoming slightly bigger and it seemed to me that they are growing bigger to fill the inside of my doctor’s hands. Then the doctor started tapping my back with her knuckles and moving the pendent of stethoscope to check breathing. At this time our faces were so close that it appeared that we are going to kiss. Our lips were only few centimeters apart and we could both feel the other’s warm breath and body fragrance. I then saw that while she was keeping me in a hugged position her hands were blatantly cupping my right breast for the support. I felt it tremendously stimulating and felt ashamed too. I tried my level best to suppress my arousal and behave normal. But my breast was betraying me. The areola was becoming more agitated with goose bumps and I had one or two hairs around the areola. They have been now standing more prominently and I was sure that my doctor might notice it sooner or later. My nipples too were becoming taut. I did not know what to do.
Fortunately the doctor put away her stethoscope and said my heartbeat was okay. She then asked me whether I am feeling any morning sickness and any kind of spinning of head. I said that I found it difficult to eat breakfast before 9 am. She said it was normal and advised not to be afraid if I get any vomiting sensations too. She asked me to eat an arrowroot biscuit with morning tea to suppress vomiting sensation. Now we were becoming closer and I felt she as a warm sincere person. She then cupped my both breasts asking me whether I was feeling anything hard in my breasts. She then told me the inspection of breasts is important to every woman and it would be beneficial to notice any changes in the normal softness of breasts. She then rolled my nipples using her fingers and commented, “Dear your nipples are very small. The child will find it difficult to drink milk from these small teats. You have to make them jutting out as much as possible. Another thing is that I found you are wearing black color brassieres. It is not healthy for your breasts. You should wear white or light coloured which does not obstruct sunlight”
“Are you wearing brassieres at night?”
“Yes”, I said.
“Why dear, you should keep your breasts as free as possible during pregnancy. Also it’s a waste of money to buy brassieres during pregnancy period. The size is surely going to change as you near the delivery and afterwards. So you better not to wear them as much as possible.”
I was reluctant to accept her idea. She might have understood it too. She then asked me, “Dear are you applying any hand cream or cold cream to your breasts, do you apply oil on your body before taking a bath?”
“I apply oil sometimes.”
“Which oil?”
“Coconut oil”
“No, its not enough, I advise you to rub some more sticky oil like gingelly oil or mustard oil. You have to apply them from the sides and in circles. I have noticed that your nipples are very dry and there is a chance that there may become rashes at the edges. Such rashes can be very painful when the child starts drinking milk. So you have to apply cold cream or high density oils before you go to sleep and keep them open as much as possible”, the doctor was saying this to me and at the same time she was feeling both of my breasts with her palms and went on rolling the nipples while talking to me.
I was thus elevated to a breast massaging session and I forgot all about my condition. I was naked as a baby and was getting my breasts massaged in the broad daylight by another woman. Even my husband had not taken such a liberty to me and I did not allow him such freedom too. But I was enjoying the experience and she was giving me immense pleasure, which I missed from my husbands pleasuring times.
Then the doctor asked me to move to the bed and I obeyed her. She touched my belly and around my navel with her soft touches. She asked me whether I am indulging in sex then. I then repeated her that my husband was abroad and not likely to come soon. She then asked me to spread my legs. I did the same. She inspected my vaginal folds and slowly parted the folds like she was opening the petals of a flower. She then made some disapproving sound and went away. She came back with a small pen torch and began to inspect my pussy more closely. She then asked me whether I had any fungal infection between my legs. I did not get the meaning of her question. I looked at her expressing my ignorance.
“Do you have any itching here”, asking this she pressed my pussy mound softly and her fingers were traveling through the bush lazily.
“No”
“Well, I think there is some fiber growth or something in your vaginal opening. I can’t see it with this light. Do you mind if we remove some hairs so that I can inspect there more clearly”, the doctor asked me.
I did not know what to reply. Was she asking me to remove the pussy hair?. If so how could I remove them self , I wondered. The doctor might have guessed my embarrassment and she told me, “Dear I think you better shave your pubis now and I can inspect there closely. I hope you don’t mind in shaving your pubis as your husband is away nobody is going to notice it”. She smiled at me.
“But, I have not shaved there.”, I replied.
“Oh, you haven’t shaved your pussy after you get puberty. Well that’s is not nice. I advise all women to shave their pussy once in six months. Then the hair would grow afresh. It will add more personnel hygiene. Moreover its better to have as little hair as possible during a pregnancy. There will be a lot of fluids coming out of our body during the pregnancy period. We have to keep our personnel hygiene very much during these days. If some fungal diseases which are likely to come during the summer season and due to the allergic material of under garments.”
“Don’t ever use nylon panties and other synthetic dresses during the pregnancy. I am advising this to you because I have seen so many husbands working abroad presenting their wives with nylon panties which are popular there but not suitable to our climatic conditions. I prefer not to wear any as and when possible. “, The doctor was continuing her lecture.
“Ok, you go to the next room through the side door and there is a nurse. She will dress you properly”, saying this she turned away from me.
I was in doubt whether to take my clothes with me or not. I looked at the doctor; she was not paying any attention to me. Then I decided not to take my dress, as I had to remove them anyway for shaving my pubis. I had shed all my inhibitions by that time and so I opened a side door and went to the next room to meet the nurse. The door closed behind me automatically.
I entered the room and looked around to see the nurse. The room was a small one and one lady was lying there with a magazine in her hand. She might have dozed off while reading the film magazine, which was having the size of a newspaper. The magazine was covering her midriff and breasts. I doubted for a while and decided to disturb her cat sleep. I tried to remove the paper so that she would awake soon and I don’t have to shake her. I was feeling that she might not like me to shake her from a sound sleep while she was supposed to be on duty. I took the paper away and to my astonishment I understood I had done a mistake. She had her shirt opened and the bra inside was hiked above her breasts and her breasts were visible to me. Not only her shirt, but her pants were also loosened and one of her hand was still inside her panties and she was sleeping!.
It was obvious to me that she had been fingering herself perhaps after reading or watching some material of the film magazine. And I had caught her red handed. But I had to wake her up and finish my job. I moved back and coughed twice and did not look at her side. She suddenly woke up and through my corner of eye I could see that she was not expecting me and suddenly she took her hand out from her panties and looked at me. She did not express any concern at my nudity. I guessed that she was used to find women patients coming to her in their birthday suits and she did not think much about it. “Madame, you want to shave?”, she asked me.
I nodded in silence.
She then asked me to lie on a rubber sheet on the floor. She then took some warm water in a plastic tub and took a new blade from a packet and put it into a safety razor. I was thus going to experience the first shave of my life. I was curious to find how it was. She took a big scissors and applied to my pubis. Within one minute the long hairs were gone and my pussy was trimmed. She washes my pussy using warm water and it was nice. She then took some cream out of a tube and applied it to some spots on my pussy. She then lathered the cream into a good froth using a brush. Soon my pussy was like a soap bubble. She applied her razor from the navel onwards to down. After a few stroked she cleaned the razor in the tub water and again applied it to my vagina. She was a well-experienced barber. Within no time my vaginal mound was cleaned. Then she asked me to spread my legs. She took a lot of time and patience to shave the pussy folds and after my pussy was clean shaved, she turned me to lie on my front and parted my buttocks to see if I had any hair around my anus. Fortunately I did not have any. She then asked me to stand up and she again applied warm water until all traces of soap was away and rubbed a clean dry towel to my pussy. I was getting ticklish by the sudden touch of a fluffy material on my clean fresh pussy. She then took some alcohol like substance and applied it on my shaved region. It was like applying menthol to my body. Suddenly my pussy became cold due to the evaporation of the lotion. “Madam, please don’t be angry, but I have to tell you that you have got a be…autiful pussy!”, said the nurse.
I was flabbergasted to hear such a comment.
“Is there beautiful and ugly in pussies?”, I asked her naughty.
“Yes, madam, you don’t believe me?. I have seen so many pussies, but you have the cutest one. Look at the colour, like a cream and look at these pussy lips. They are red as if applied some lipstick there. Its very rare, most of women have black colour at the pussy lips. I am seeing red pussy lips for the first time in my life. See the shape of your pussy madame, it’s a good triangle a perfect one I may say”, she was talking like giving a demo.
Was there ever a demo for pussies?, I wondered. If so she was a good saleswoman. I was feeling excited in some way to hear about my pussy being beautiful. But her next question embarrassed me.
“Madame, please can I kiss you there?”, she was kneeling before me and looking at me pleadingly.
“I don’t get you?”, I said.
She did not answer but planted a warm kiss on my shaved vagina. I was stunned. How naughty this girl is. Kissing an unknown women and that too on her pussy!. I tried to move away. But she was grabbing my buttocks with force and I felt her fingers were immersed into my soft buttocks like putting a finger into a birthday cake. I did not know what to do, what was she doing, was she mad. But the girl was kissing my pussy fervently and she was trying to insert her tip of tongue into my inner folds. I tried to force her away. But it was like her face was got stuck to my pussy. She was licking it and was pinching my buttocks. I thought I might collapse. I then moved to the bed she was sleeping and sat on there. But as soon as I sat on there, she held one hand behind my back and took my leg away from floor and I was deposited on the bed and she was hungrily sucking my pussy. It was written in my lesbian history to be sucked off by a nurse and I could not change my destiny. Above all it was very exciting and tremendously erotic. The girl knew the job well and was making whirlwinds in my pussy folds using her experienced tongue and I could do nothing to prevent her. Soon she made an orgasm to me and I shut my eyes.
When I opened my eyes again she was licking her fingertips as if just eaten some honey. I thought enough was enough and I had to return to the doctor. What would she be thinking about me if she detected that I was allowing her nurse to eat my pussy at her house. I thought all those things like a dream. I did not bother to knock the door and entered to the inspection room. I was for another shock. The inspection chair was now facing me and there was the other patient sitting on the chair. As you had guessed she was also fully naked and her big belly was protruding awkwardly forward. She was spreading her legs wide on both leg rest of the chairs and her eyes were shut. And what was my doctor doing!. She was standing behind her facing me and she was crushing the big breasts of the six months pregnant (it appeared) lady. I looked between her legs; there was an enormous forest of hair between her legs. I wondered why did our doctor allowed her to grow such a forest between her legs. They both looked at me as if in shock but the doctor soon recovered from my unexpected intrusion. The patient was little bit embarrassed to see me, but she did not have to complain as we both were naked as the day we were born.
“Look at her Meena, she was the one I was talking about. Look at her nipples they are very small. She will have problems while breast feeding”, said the doctor to her pointing at me. “Hai, look here”, she nodded to me, “The nipples have to be grown like these, see this, I was checking for any growth in her breasts” saying this the doctor took away her hands from the lady sitting on chair. I looked at her nipples and they were surely bigger than me. I may say there were the biggest I ever seen. It was jutting like two ugly small penises. The tips of them looked oily. “See you have to move hands like this , from sides to the tips”, saying this the doctor once again began boldly massaging the heavy breasts of the pregnant lady. She did not object and did not mind even my presence.
I loved to see her big belly like a balloon and the shape of it. One baby was resting relax in her womb without knowing the cruel world he/she was going to see soon. I longed to touch her big belly. I wanted to feel the baby in the womb, but would she allow me such liberties.
“You come here, look at these nipples, you should try yourself to make your nipples get larger. Please touch it and feel it” I was called by the doctor and she put my hands on the breasts of the other pregnant lady. I found it oily and slippery. But I loved the touch of it. I felt her nipples and the nipples began to grow again between my fingers. I loved the feeling of making another women aroused. I boldly began cupping her breasts. The lady did not mind it. I lowered by hand and circled at her belly. I could feel the small pulses coming deep from inside. I just loved it. When would my belly become such large and I could feel my baby, I wondered. Soon I felt the doctor’s hands on my breasts. She cupped my breasts and started rolling my nipples again. I turned my face to her and she looked so lovable. I kissed her. I loved the soft skin on her face. She must be ten years older to me, but her facial skin was so soft. Then I felt a finger inserted into my opening. It was the pregnant lady feeling my smooth bald pussy. I was kissing the doctor more and more, then I felt the other lady’s lips on my buttocks. She was sitting in the chair. So we were in a threesome and the doctor was unattended. Soon I was moved to lie on the bed and the pregnant lady came to me and pressed my nipples. The doctor took away her equipments and gave us a wry smile. I kissed the long belly. She put one leg on my bed and other on the floor. I tried to kiss her vagina. But the angle was very inconvenient. She patted me and told she had to leave and moved to the dresser. Soon the lady was left after dressing. The doctor measured my blood pressure and told me everything was okay. “Don’t get tensed, if you are very tense, release the tension using your fingers”, saying this she took me to the other room. I dressed there and the doctor prescribed some medicines for me. “Nothing to worry, I will take care of you. Don’t feel disappointed in the absence of your hubby. I will take care. Everything you want, no problem”, she again kissed me. I was longing to see her nude but she did not support me. “Ok, you may come after two months, if everything is normal” she told me. When I left I looked at the watch time was 5.30 pm. The nurse was sitting on the portico and she gave me a smile. I gave the doctor her fee Rs.100/- but she gave me 50/- back.
I was in a hurry to reach home, I had to invent some lies to tell to my mother-in-law. When I reached the home nobody was there. Our next-door neighbour’s daughter had attained puberty. So everyone was at that house for some functions associated with it. I took a bath and rubbed my clean shaved pussy. I felt very ticklish when I moved. There was something missing from me. At night I rubbed again my bald pussy until I achieved a good orgasm. I never thought about my husband on the whole day.
Three months have been passed and I was confirmed pregnant. I used to spend my time cuddling my belly inspecting its growth and always tried to get a symptom of a baby growing inside me. Fortunately I did not have to face much aftereffects of pregnancy like nausea etc. The family was very happy to hear about the arrival of a new baby. My husband was not getting any leaves to come and see me. He sent me lot of letters and spent a good fortune on overseas calls to assure me that he would be present when the delivery is expected. So I was left alone with my baby growing inside my womb and I spent time watching for each and every move he would make. All were certain that the child was going to be a boy, as there had been no girl child in their family for a long time. Sex determination of a baby is banned in India, so as to prevent people aborting babies when they knew are going to be girls. A girl child means an additional burden to a family whichever religion and caste to which she belongs. Even if a woman is self-earning she may have to give dowry to her husband’s family. By all these reasons an arrival of a child is most unwelcome in Indian families. Predictably a time is going to come when men have to marry men for want of a suitable woman alternative if the trend is continuing. In Tamil Nadu state there is one caste who insert a grain into the mouth of a newborn girl so as to kill her immediately after delivery.
My in-laws started to take more and more care about me and my baby., to the stage that I began to hate being pregnant. There were some rituals to be performed each month. Everyone of the village knew the extremely private news like regularity of my periods and the date on which the delivery is expected. I felt that the village folk had nothing else to discuss other than my pregnancy and delivery. There was not possible to hide anything from the villager’s prying eyes. There were women who had the habit of visiting houses and during these visits they exchanged the internal secrets they gathered from one house to the other. I was a fancy attraction to them it seemed. I got accustomed to a guest coming to our house and if she is aged 40+ she would soon enter my room without knocking and soon I may have to show my belly to her. She would inspect the belly and pass some comment about the possible delivery date, sex of the baby etc. At first I felt it extremely repulsive and revolting to allow another person to touch my intimate parts but I had no escape. If I threw them out I would be labeled as an arrogant bride not accustomed to a decent family life. I have to be diplomatic first and win the hearts of not only my in-laws but the public too. Planter’s family is one of the richest in the village and the new bride of Planter’s family has to be co-cordial, commanding respect and willing to give a helping hand for those in need. There is not much privacy in villages like in cities where nobody bothers who you are and what you do. In villages if you go to a shrine to pray then it is news. Why did she go? What is peculiar for the day? Hundreds of questions linger in everyone’s mind. You can’t reply all of them, that’s the way village is! You cannot change their habits, better you change yourself.
My mother-in-law asked my sister in law to share the bed with me. A pregnant lady should not be slept alone. If some emergency happened at night, someone had to be with her. Since my husband was away and it was improper to ask me to sleep with my in-laws, they decided to put my husband’s sister as my bedroom companion. She is younger than me. She was studying for graduation at that time. She was a hostel inmate earlier but she then changed to a day scholar and she used to wake up early and start to college before 8 a.m. She was a hardworking student. She used to study till midnight and I thought that she had no other interest on earthen matters other than study. I did not like to share my room with any other person. But I had no opinion at my in-laws house and they had a genuine reason for putting her into my room. Even though we were two women and she being only two or three years younger to me we were not having an intimate relation. We did not get much opportunity too. She was busy with her studies and exams most of the time and did not spend much time in my company.
As per the doctor’s advice I had to apply cream to my nipples and make them bigger. I was afraid about my kid finding it difficult to drink breast milk due to my fault. So whenever I go to sleep I applied some butter to my areola and nipples and tried to make my nipples bigger using my fingers. My mother in law had noticed that I took butter from the kitchen at nights. She asked me whether I want butter to eat, then I had to tell her about my nipples and the doctor’s advice. This made she also to take much care and she used to take butter to my room at night and put it on my table and leave. I used to remove my blouse and apply butter to my breasts and nipples and make the nipples taut and high. But when my sister in law started to live in my room, I found it difficult to continue the practice. So I took the butter to the bathroom and applied it there after closing the door.
My sister in law’s name was Raji. She asked me about the butter issue and I told her the reasons. From that day onwards she started taking butter to my room. But I did not give her any opportunity to see my nipple growing procedures. I would retire to the bathroom and would apply butter there. One night I went to the bathroom and closed the door from inside. It was a cold night and I was feeling very lonely and horny. There was no letters from my husband for a long time. I felt very much isolated and felt happy only when I touch my growing belly. There was no mirror in my bathroom to inspect my growth and I did not dare to inspect in the room while my sister in law was studying. I was afraid it might divert her attention from studies. I put the butter away on the ventilator glasses. I thought a shower might be good for me to suppress my sexual crave which I was feeling at that night. So I went for a shower, thinking of the times with my doctor and the other patient. Enjoying the water massage over my breasts, stroking nipples and pinching them at the same time until they become hard. Imagined them, the way the doctor was massaging the pregnant lady’s big breasts and the deep forest between her legs, while my hand’s slipping down my body, fallowed by the showerhead, reaching for my sprouting bush, my fingers disappearing in it. Spreading my pussy lips and pointing the shower into my pussy, I stood there. What a feeling! I was just standing and shaking like before. Felt like lying down, but standing position gave me more pleasure. I held the sprinkler head on it and stroke it with another hand.
Carefully, tenderly, I probed it with one finger, caressing the walls inside, twisting the finger, taking it out. My pussy was open and asking for more. Entered two more, continued to play. My index finger and thumb were free to caress my clit, while shower exaggerated the effect. I closed my eyes, licked my lips. Sprinkler head back on my tits. Pity my other hand is not free to caress my tits. Moaning quietly, pushing my knees together, shaking my hips, goose bumps all over me. I made the ceramic tiles on the wall wet and warm and pressed my back against it. Raised my leg on the edge of the bathtub, letting my fingers loose. Lowered the sprinkler underneath my puss, pointing it against my holes and the area in between. Licking my shoulder. Three fingers inside my puss were like part of it, circling, in and out. I was dieing out! Then, I’ve done something special. Took all the fingers out and licked them clean, first one by one, then all together, tasting myself - I was so wet and horny! And then it was, I probed my back passage with my little finger and my puss with my middle and ring fingers! Moving them in slow pace. Tried to move them separately, but that didn’t worked, or it was me who didn’t know how. But I managed to hold my puss fingers still and to move the one in my ass! Then I saw a movement at the closed door outside. There was a small gap between bathroom door and the floor. So the shadow of some movement outside the door caught my attention. Was it my sister in law near the door, or was the shadow created by some other movements in the room?. I was not clear. I felt guilty about masturbating when I was pregnant and I should be more responsible and a mother like. But I was behaving like a slut in the bathroom. I did not get any mood to apply the butter and proceeded outside. I looked at my sister in law. She was sitting at her table writing notes. She was lost in her thoughts and I guessed she might not have come to the door. I then combed my hair and lied on the bed.
After some time my sister in law went to the bathroom. When she came out she was carrying the butter in her hand. “Didi, you forgot to apply your butter today?!”, she asked. (Didi means elder sister). “Yes, I am not doing it today, I don’t have a mood”, I replied. “Didi, why are you sad, is it because my brother is away”. “No, nothing like that, I just feel tired”. “I know, Didi, you miss him, no, poor Didi I know why you are sad”. “Its cold night, and you miss bhai’s cuddles and kisses, no?” “No dear, its not that, I feel tired”. “Didi, will you get angry if I ask you something?” “No, ask” “Do my brother put his thing in you everyday”. “You naughty, how dare you ask about your brother?” “No, I am just curious, whom else can I ask about such things, I too have to marry no?” “Well, its our fate”, I could not hide my disappointment. “Didi, don’t get angry if I ask something, have you loved anybody before marriage?” “Yes, I loved one but we didn’t talk about marriage, and before we meet again I was married to your brother”, I said. “You were classmates?” “No, he was one year senior to me?” “Have you kissed each other?” “No, we have walked and talked that’s all” “Then Didi, how’s my brother, is he loving” “Yes, why did you ask such questions?” “Because I know, he is not a lovable type, he is always mean, he want his own pleasure and he never give a damn about others”.I felt the talk is going to be dangerous. I decided not to comment on the remarks.
She then came close to me and put one hand on my shoulder and hugged me. “Didi, its so cold this night, shall we share the same bed?”, she asked me. “No, you may kick at my belly in sleep, besides I prefer to sleep alone”, I said. “Oh, Didi, I wont kick you, I want to be close to you, its so cold today and I feel shivering, see my hairs on my arms, they are standing up”. I looked at her arms. What she said was correct. Her small hairs on hands were rousing as if in emotion. In fact she was having lot of hair on her hands and around her chin. There was a dark shade of moustache too, on a close inspection I could see tiny hairs forming a very thinly visible moustache for her. She then touched my right hand and traced it from shoulder to the wrist. Her touch was so soft and I felt ticklish. “Didi, you are so lucky, you don’t have any hair on your hands, so smooth like cream. I am cursed with this hair on my hands. My friends often shame me commenting about it”, she said. “Why they comment on it, most of the women have hairs on their arms, no?, in fact its lovely to see it. You are very good complexion and the small hairs look so cute no, why are you depressed?”, I asked. “No Didi, you don’t know, the reason for I skipped hostel is this hair. The girls call me hairy Raji. I have done so much to remove them, but they keep on growing, oh how lucky you are, you are so smooth unlike me”, she was moving her fingers on my hand and I saw some goose bumps appearing near inside of my knees. She was running her fingers to and fro on my hand, and on her upside move, she made the hands of my night dress rolled up and up until my right hand was bare down from the shoulders. I felt she was trying to touch my armhole once in a while busy talking. Anyway the subject interested me too. In my case I was thinking that my hands lacked the small hairs and so they are becoming rougher on the surface. The women having hairs on their arms have an oily appearance and in most cases their arms are so soft to touch. “You could apply some cream on your hands and remove the hairs, if you want that bad”, I offered her an idea. “Didi, I have tried all that, I applied hair removing creams, shaved my hands using razors, they become stronger only”. “No, never shave using a razor, that will cut your hairs. And it will make them growing faster. Where did you get a razor anyway?”, I asked. “Oh, Didi, you don’t know, girls have those disposable type razors in their room. Most of them use it shave their pussies”, she offered. My, my!, the topic was getting hotter. I felt a slight tickling in my armpits and I noticed that my sister in law had put her fingers in my armpits and was searching there for hairiness. I had shaved my armpits and hairs were only started sprouting before two weeks. Soon she was touching the tips of my armpit hairs and without any abash she took her fingers to her nose and sniffed. “Oh, Didi, why do you shave at your armpits, you have rougher hair there”. “Dear, I used to shave them once in two months. I am an always sweating type woman you know, so I feel sticky there”. “But, Didi you smell so good, I feel envy of my brother, shall I say that your smell excite me in a way, how lucky my brother to have you lay by his side, with your fruity fragrance”. She rubbed deliberately in my armpits and boldly applied her fingers to her nose and acted like she was deeply inhaling it.
I felt the girl was behaving crazy even though it excited me in some way. But I was not interested to promote what I had suspected like a lesbian tendency. It was not because I was a puritan but I did not like to be with a girl in our family and I had to keep my dignity and authority as bride of the family intact. So I decided to change the subject and said, “Ok, Raji, I feel like sleepy, let me rest and you can take care of your studies”. “But Didi, you did not use your butter today!”. “Oh, no, I don’t feel like in a mood today, lets skip it” “Didi, please I may help you, let me rub it on you”. “No, please leave me, Raji what are you doing?” But she was not listening to me; she took a dollop of butter and applied to my breasts, which was naked in my nightdress as I was not wearing a bra. All this happened in one instant so I could not prevent it. I got angry and pushed her a little bit away. “No, its not the way to apply, you have spoiled my dress. Ants will come in night with the butter sticking on the robe”. “Oh, don’t get angry Didi please, I just acted on impulse. Didi, I was interested to see your breasts. I was worrying about my case when my mother told me about your problem. See I too have very small nipples”, saying this she unbuttoned her shirt and flashed me her breasts. I was stunned for an instant at the unexpected and beautiful display of her cute breasts to me. They were two pert darlings, a little conical and indeed the nipples were not that big. I felt they were smaller compared to me, but she was younger to me then. “You don’t use a bra?”, I asked. “No, Didi why would we wear them at nights. You are also of habit of not wearing them no?”, she once again put her hands in my nightie and cupped my breasts. I was unable to say any reply. I looked at her conical pale coloured breasts. They were looking at me with proud about their shape, they were not of sagging type. I bet them would remain the same shape for long years to come. Her nipples were not black but of a brown color. I suppressed an instant desire to touch them. But the girl was not going to leave me alone. “Didi, why do your doctor complain your nipples are small, look they are getting bigger in my hands. Wow, they are a little pairs, you darlings, look how they appear so creamy, oh, Didi your tits are so soft and creamy, well is it because you apply butter to them. Ah!, they indeed are butter like. Why don’t you remove the nightie and spread the butter as you do everyday. Well, let me help you, Didi please”
She had opened my nightie by unzipping it from the front and yanked it to my midriff over my shoulders. She sought the butter she had already applied on my chest and started rubbing it around my breasts. Even though I found repulsive to the idea I felt she was softer in touch and she was applying it better than me. Or was I feeling like that due to the change of hands. One gets excited when another person touches her intimate parts than touching there by herself. I think that is a weakness of women. Men are often bold and at ease when jerking off him, but when a woman tries to imitate the same she actually likes some other person man/woman doing it to her. I don’t think women may disagree at this point. If you ask any women about the best fantasy she visualise when pleasuring herself and analyse the result you are sure to find that none fantasise about touching her by herself. Even though she may be rubbing and fingering herself, she is fantasising that the hands belongs to some other. While I was busy in my thoughts, my sister in laws expert hands were rubbing my breasts with the cold butter and soon she managed to make my nipples hard rock and she was rubbing with added vigour and with an evil shine in her jet black eyes.
“Didi, let me see if someone can suck properly from your nipples, don’t worry I don’t bite you”. The bold girl was forcing me to lay fixed to the bed with both her hands on my hands and she sucked my teats like a greedy starving child. Her own tits were moving up and down with the small brown cherry at their tops. I could not help but stare at those inviting pairs. “Didi, no milk here, and here too, when will it start milk coming out of your boobs?” “I have no idea”. “Well Didi, what do you think of my breasts are they too small, please feel “, she grabbed my hands and lead them to her tits. I reluctantly touched them. What was I doing?. Rubbing my husband’s sister’s bare chest. What would someone think if someone enter the room and see us? But the morality is short living once you start an amorous adventure. I could not help but take her small nipples and tried to pull them out from those areolas. They were rough and taut like a dried grape fruit. I took some butter from my breasts and applied it to her nipples and tried to soften them. I felt it more exciting now. I imagined myself in place of my husband when he did those naughty things to me. I felt like a naughty boy who got a surprise gift to feel a girl’s boobs. Well I felt damn juicy down below. Was my cunt overflowing?. No!, I have to stop this, I decided. I was playing too much to the tune of my sister in law. So I stood up and said, “Ok, Raji, that’s enough. Now let me go to sleep”. I did not wait to see her response. I rushed to the bathroom and came out after putting right my nightdress and done the other thing. Pregnant ladies have to go more often to the toilets than others. When I came back my sister in law had moved to the corner and was not looking at me. I could see frustration , desperation and possibly anger on her face about my reluctance and neglect towards her amorous attempts. She was reading a book and copying notes from it. She was facing my bed from her point of view. To sleep I had to face her. In India it is customary to sleep either from south to north or from east to west direction. Sleeping in the direction of south is a taboo, as it indicates death. When one is dead he would be put lying towards south. When buildings are constructed wells or digs are not constructed on southern side which may cause death to the house owner. Tamarind trees are planted at south direction in belief to prevent premature death. I don’t know how much scientific support is there for this theory, but sleeping towards south will cause conflict between the magnetic field in our body and the magnetic pole of Earth.
I had to sleep facing her and the light was on. So I put a scarf on my eyes and proceed to sleep. This is a practice most of the people do who does not want light on when they sleep, especially in train journeys and hostels where some may be studying and some may want sleep. After getting pregnant, I was prevented from sleeping on sides or on my stomach. It was habitual for me to hike my legs and put it on bed in a V fashion in deep sleep. I put a sheet to cover me and shut my eyes. I was a sound sleeper and soon I went to a sleep. But I was awaken by a movement at my legs. I opened my eyes and tried to look around through the scarf. It was obvious that I had slept for an hour or so. The light was still on. The scarf was thin like a veil, so I could get a semi transparent view through it. I had put my legs in V fashion in my sleep but the sheet was moved away from me and my legs were bare at the end. I was wearing an underskirt and a long robe (nightie which is a popular dress for women at home in India now a days as it give more room to air circulation if we do not wear panties and at the same time cover all of the body like a purdha which Muslim women wear).
When my eyes got focused I had seen that my legs were bare and the nightie along with the underskirt had got hiked to my knees in my sleep. I found someone was standing in a bow position at the end of my cot. Then it came clear that my sister in law was bowing and was obviously looking at my bared legs. I wondered what might have caused her distraction. Had I done anything in my sleep to distract her attention from study, I wondered. I tried to clear my view, but if I remove my scarf she would understand that I was awake. I wanted to see what was she doing without disturbing her posture. Was it some bug or mosquito drinking my blood? Was she waiting to kill any insect biting me in sleep? I tried to sharp my focus of view through the scarf . Then I understood that my sister in law had also hiked her skirt and was closely looking at my legs. I could not see clear through the scarf. I then turned to the side as if in sleep and by a small move with fingers I made the portion of scarf above my eyes to a single fold from a multiple fold. After some time I again changed to the previous position, this time spreading my legs a bit wider.
Now I was getting almost a clear view of the surrounding through the scarf and at the same time my sister in law could not see my eyes looking from outside. She was sitting on a chair facing me with a frustrated look. Her skirt was hiked and she had put her legs on the edges of my cot. She was sitting like a hunter waiting for his prey. She was grunting her teeth and was muttering something. When I regained my original position she became a little calm. She left the chair and came close to me and was looking at my bare legs. She put her hand on my leg like a feather and felt my leg hair. I had some very small hairs on my calves. I looked at hers. She was hairy in that department like her hands. There was a green shadow of hair on her calves and she then went back to chair. She pressed her bare thighs like a wrester and in the other instant she came to me again. She was obviously trying to look between my legs, but she could not see anything, as light was not falling on my thighs in my V position. She then put her arm on my kneecap and pressed a bit firmly. I did not move. That might have encouraged her. She put two of her fingers into my already hiked skirt and nightie and spread them wider until they became sufficiently wider like an umbrella top. By a clever move she hiked it again and almost half of my thighs were bare then. She again charged back to the chair and sat there facing me while keeping her legs wider and the feet resting on my cot.
I guessed she had got some advantageous view by my manipulated posture. She was feeling her bare thighs from one end to other end using her fingers moving faster like sweeping. I could see her tiny hairs rousing and she was making goose bumps all over her thighs. She again came to me and hiked my dress for one inch or so. She moved back to her vintage position and again started making goose bumps. This went on for about ten minutes. She would come to me one instant and hike my dress one inch and go back. Finally most of my thigh was bared and she was getting more and more excited with her experiments. I did not made any move, although I was feeling cold by the exposing of my body. By this time she had hiked whole of her dress above her waist and was sitting on the chair with her butt naked. She then spread her legs wider and I could see her pussy hairs clearly. She was very much hairy between her legs too. Due to the thick condensation of her pussy hair I could not trace the shape of her pussy. She had been growing a fine mat of hair between her legs. Only she could locate her vagina through the dense bush between her legs. She then put one finger into her vaginal top and with the other hand she was trying to crush her right breast. She soon attained a rhythm of putting one finger permanently manipulating her pussy and the using the other hand she was alternatively crushing her breasts. It remembered me the occasions when I masturbated watching porno movies when I was home alone. Her grunting voices became more and more audible and I could smell a faint smell of pussy juice in our room. It should not have emitted from mine. I felt a sudden sympathy and at the same time an appreciation about her wicked daring acts. I could never get such courage to act wild. She was more and more leaning backwards on her chair and her legs were getting wider and wider. She was placing her legs on the cot and moving her pussy to my direction like alphabet M, but in a very slanting form. After some five minutes she gathered more courage and came to me and with one final dashing move made my pussy visible to her. She cried a ‘hah’ seeing that my pussy was clean shaved. She would never have expected me with a shaved pussy. She gagged herself to suppress the sound and ran back to her chair. What followed was a totally unforgettable picture of frantic female masturbation. She was using me as her sexual awakening object and was frigging her pussy like a mad woman. She made more and more grunting voice and was busy inserting more and more fingers into her bushy pussy. She shed all her clothes and became totally nude. She was running around my cot fingering herself madly. I have never seen such a wild woman in my life. She was like snake in heat and completely berserk. Was she never thinking that I might be awake? Was she not giving any damn to get caught in her wild acts? She then inserted one finger into her ass and other into her pussy. Finally she collapsed near me in bed. I could hear her frantic deep breath like an asthma patient. But I decided not to hurt her by waking up. After some time she jerked away and put on her dress and switched off the light. After an instant I felt her hands on my pussy. She put her palm on my pussy like an eagle snatching a chicken. I did not move it for about five minutes and then she cupped there for one second. She was lying on my left side, she put my loose hand and lead into her hairy pussy mound. I did not like to wake up. She tried to cup her pussy using my hands. But I stayed like a corpse not giving any help. Finally she got irritated and moved to my right side over me. She then kept her left palm on my bald pussy and keeping it there, she used her right hand to masturbate again. I don’t remember when I actually started sleeping.
When I was awake, my sister in law had arranged my dress properly and she had put morning tea on the table. I wondered how my husband’s sister became such a wild sexy woman risking anything for her pleasure while my hubby was never such sex crazy. I wondered how did she learn all those wicked tricks at such an early stage. I got the answers after some weeks.
My sister in law continued her explorations of my nudity in the remaining days and she became more and more bolder each day. It was obvious to her that I was not going to protest about her adventures even if I had awaked. But I did not get courage to start an open lesbian relationship with her. Thus the routine went on for a week. Never one night passed without her explorations on my passive body. She tried to participate me in her activities. Most of the time I wake up in the middle of the night to find my hand resting on her pussy. She had purposefully placed my hand on her cunny. Soon I got courage to feel her dark mattress of pubic hair and I always found honey oozing from her dark cunt. I always wondered how curly and thick were her cunt hairs. Even though she had been shaving her armpits and legs on a regular basis she was growing a fine bush I may rather say a persevered forest between her legs. One day I asked her about it. Then she told me that she liked it in that way. It gave her a feeling of superiority than other women. Then she asked why did I shave my pussy. She was eager to know whether I had done it to please my husband. I told her about my visit to my gynec not disclosing the full version, but I told her I had shaved it as per the doctor’s advice.
My belly was becoming more prominent and I saw that my belly button was no longer deep. The hairs started appearing on my vagina and soon they gave a dark shade to the whole region. I felt the stubbles getting replaced to curls and by a fortnight I had a smart bush like a girl just attained puberty. My next visit to my gynec was due and I contacted her over phone and asked for a date of appointment. She asked me to come next Friday afternoon 3.30 pm. My sister in law offered to accompany me to the doctor, she also wanted to consult with the doc about her irregular periods. I was afraid to take her to the doctor but I had no other way. My in-laws were insisting to send me in company of another woman. Better sis in law than my mother in law!. When we reached the doctor’s residence there was a board that “no patients today”. The girl who had shaved me was sitting near a computer in the portico. I asked her about the board and she said as the doctor plan to move by 5 pm she would not take other patients and was waiting for me. So I and my sister in law entered her consulting room. The doctor was sitting there wearing a pants and there was another young lady dressed in jeans and top. I introduced my sister in law to the doctor and asked to inspect her too. But the doctor replied that she was busy and was waiting for me as it was a prefixed appointment. She then told her that the girl with her was a cousin of the doctor and she too is MBBS and now studying at next state for her MD. She told my sister in law that by the time she inspect me, she can either take the service of the other medico or wait outside. My sister in law was ready to accept the proposition and I was taken to the inside room with the doctor.
She asked me to change my dress and I hiked my sary and yanked my panties and lay before her on the inspection bench. But the doctor asked me to get completely nude in a harsh voice and repeated me that it was important for her to inspect the complete body of a patient. I replied her that since I have known that she was in a busy I tried to help her to finish her inspection soon. She then old me that its her motto to inspect the patients completely nude and it would make them confident too. She warned me that at the delivery time there is no room for self-consciousness and self- respect. Any woman would have to lay naked with their big bellies before any number of people. The doctors, nurses and attendants are all accustomed to see abundant number of naked bodies every day. It’s a woman’s fate that she could not conceal her nudity in spite of her position, wealth or star status when she is admitted for delivery. She assured me that my denuding myself so many times before the doctor and nurse I would be at home at the delivery time and less tensed.
I had heard from so many other women that their doctors never insist on seeing their whole body. They would be satisfied by simple inspection of their vagina but my doc was adamant on making other nude. When I was naked as the day I was born, she came to me and started inspecting my eyes for anaemia. Starting from the eyes she proceeded her usual way of measuring heart beat using her stethoscope and its erotic travel on most of the erogenous zones of my body. She once again inspected my breasts and nipples and spent about ten minutes around my upper part before she finally came to my belly. By that time she successfully made me craving for sexual pleasure and each small hair of my body was in aroused state. By simple movement of fingers on my contours she gave me immense pleasure, which I never got from my husband. I imagined about she being my husband. How erotic would have been the nights with such a caring person, I wondered. By a single touch she was able to pass electricity of high volt to my body. Her casual touches on my breasts and nipples were enough for a good orgasm to me. Whenever she moved her stethoscope on my back she moved her face so close to my face and once or twice she brushed my face with her sensual lips. I was pressing my thighs together in order to contain my emotions. I wanted to lay on a bed and rub my thighs together until I get the pleasure. But the doctor was in no hurry, she began touching my belly from different angles. She put her fingers around my belly button and peeled away some dark dust condensation from there. I had soaped my belly button and cleaned carefully, but the doctor showed me the dark dust from my belly button as if indicating that I had to be more hygienic. I felt ashamed, but the doctor was touching again and with her forefinger firmly pressed to the opening of my vagina, she rolled her arm in a clockwise and anticlockwise fashion in alternate spells feeling my lower abdomen. She told me that by moving her arm in such a way, she was able to guess the position of foetus. But her firm pressing on my clit region was too much for me. Whenever she rotate her upper arm she was giving a good clit massage to me without being obvious of doing it. It was as if happened in accident, but my clitoral hood was emerging out from the upper mound of vagina and it gained more size too. I was surprised to find that it was now like a small pebble jutting out to her forefinger and she was now concentrating the tap tapping there. I felt my legs are weakening. I badly need to either pee or fart. I had to cum, at the very instant. God, my doctor was in no hurry.
Thank god, she moved again to my vagina. She put two fingers into the opening and might have sensed the wetness there. I felt shy to give out signal that I was aroused madly with mere touches of a doctor. Then the doctor touched my asshole and tried to insert her finger there. She moved two of her fingers into my vagina at the same time her small finger was trying to penetrate my asshole. Her movement remembered me the days I started to masturbate. Those lonely nights when I discovered the immense pleasures a woman can create herself. Gone are the days. I wake up from my thoughts hearing the doctor’s question.
“Ok, the position of baby is quite alright. Nothing to worry”, she told me and sat on an office chair and put her stethoscope on the table. I was relieved, I wondered about my sister in law. She might have been pretty bored by the time. It was almost half an hour passed. I looked for a signal to dress again. “Is your husband around now?” “No”, I replied. “Now it is safe to have intercourse, there is no chance of getting any miscarriage. You can even fuck like in a blue film” ,the doctor chuckled at me. I blushed at her bold remark about blue films. I had seen some hardcore with my husband when he was around. “How many times he intercourse with you in a week?”. “He is interested to do it whenever he get a mood, we have not counted”, I answered blushingly. “Sorry to ask such questions, but I am doing a research paper on female sexual orgasm”, the doctor tried to explain. “Then how do you intercourse, who is on top, you or him?” “He” “Ok, during the first months of pregnancy we advise women to be on top, so that her abdomen may not get much pressing. Have you never done that?”. “No”. “Is it, my husband likes me on top. Then he is having a great belly. I have to be on top otherwise I will be crushed by his weight”, the doctor volunteered about her sex life. I was interested to hear about her sex life. After all who is not interested to hear the other woman’s fucking stories. “Doctor , where is your husband working. I have never seen him.” I asked. “Oh, same like you, my husband is in Muscat. He is earning very much from there. I may also join him after my research is over. That is why I know your condition. All these gulf-employed men are jerks. They come on short leaves, marry a girl, and leave for an year after one month. Most of the women I meet are experiencing depression. And the mental depression is a great cause to worry, women need support when they are going to delivery. Most of the women get pregnant even before they experience good sex. My research is all about the sexual frustration among women in Kerala where most of the men are working in gulf countries than in any other state of India”. “They never come back too, my husband had earned enough. Even then he is not coming back. They never care about us. When we need a good fuck they are not around”, the doctor was becoming bolder. “Doctor can I dress?” I asked. “Wait, dear, have you ever sucked your husband?”, she asked. What would I say? I had sucked my husband, but was it proper to tell it to the doctor. Well then you should always be open before an advocate and doctor. I decided to tell the truth. “Yes doctor, I do”. “Good, don’t worry, I wont tell it to anybody, I just wanted to collect information for my research. I also suck my husband when I don’t have mood to be fucked”. “Okay, how big is your husband’s penis?”,came the next question. “About four or five inches!” I replied. The doctor was looking at me with a glitter in her eyes. I looked at her lap, she was unzipping her pants and was pressing there. Was it in a absent way or was she trying to show me her pussy. I did not have to wait long. She unzipped the pants fully and instead of her panties the sight of a white big phallus welcomed me. Was I dreaming?, I pinched my body. No, it was real. The doctor has a penis, with a fully exposed red top and no foreskin like my husband. “Do you want to suck this?”, she asked me. I did not believe my eyes. The doctor having a penis!. I moved to her and touched it. Then I understood that it was artificial but having same strength and size and feeling of an erect penis. I felt it in my fist. It was hot and flexible but no size change. She might have been dressing with a panties type belt around her waistline and the penis was hanging down all the time. “Come, suck this, I want to see whether you are good at sucking”, she commanded.
I took it between my lips. It was moving like an angry pole in my tongue. I sucked it for some time. It smelt nice, a sweet aroma was there for the material which it was made. Even though it was vinyl it felt and looked so original. It was filling my mouth like an angry lion. But I was not getting any idea, how could my doctor get any pleasure out of my sucking an artificial penis. I looked at her while sitting on the floor sucking the penis. She was unbuttoning her shirt. She had no bra inside. I looked at her sweet breasts. They were bigger than my breasts, but there were two small golden rings on her nipples. The rings were very thin but they had been pierced through her nipples. I have never seen such an ornament in my life. She might have guessed my look, and she told me that she had got her nipple pierced when she went of a training at Singapore.
“I like it this way, it was suggested by a doctor from Singapore. It makes my nipples always erect and when I move I get immense pleasure by its rubs with my cloth”, she explained. “Come feel it”, she invited me. I moved to her and close to her face. I liked the perfume coming from her face. Her breath was hot and clean. I kissed her lips. Then I touched her nipples. They were rose colour. The ring was passing through it. Then I saw that her areola was full of hairs. There were long hairs at the circumference of her jet black areola. I kissed the valley between her breasts. It was smelling like pinewood piece. I sucked around her breasts and the areola and I took her hairs around her areola in my mouth and pulled them. I knew it would hurt her, but she was enjoying it. Her hands were reaching my breasts. She took me up until our breasts were at same height. She took my nipples and tried to rub hers with them. I took the lead and began rubbing her nipples using my hard rock nipples. The gold rings were touching my nipples, they were cold but very stimulating to my breasts.
She stood up and kissed me. She looked into my eyes and said, “Dear you need a good fuck, don’t you. Yes you want that badly, also I found your vagina is getting shrunk. This is time to make it big. You have to be fucked good. I will do that for your husband. You have sucked him, you are going to be fucked with him”.
She took me to the table and I was made stand up with my upper body leaning on the table. There was a mirror on the table which allowed me to saw what was going behind me. She threw her shirt away. She kissed me from back. She began with my nape of neck. She sucked the small curly hairs around my neck from backside. She sucked my neck with occasional bites which made me wild. She kissed on my shoulders and she caught my neck in her hands like she was going to murder me. She was grunting like a lion in heat. She was keeping one arm on my necks and she offered her finger into my mouth. I sucked her finger. She moved it in my mouth like fingering a pussy. Then I felt the touch of her artificial penis on my buttocks. She clutched my asshole and pussy opening with her hands. She spit on her hands and applied it to my vaginal orifice. It was already wet, but I doubted whether it can accommodate in my vagina. It was far bigger than my husband’s. And a dildo never tires itself. She poured some oil on the dildoe and on my asshole and all over my pussy. It was a sticky oil like castor oil. She inserted one finger and rotated inside my vagina, then she inserted one more and keeping them inside she tried to stretch my hole bigger. Then I felt one finger retaliated and tip of her penis entering. It fell out for one moment. Again she inserted it. Again she withdrew. This went on for some time until I loose my patience and pressed backwards. She knew I was ready and with one good push she inserted the penis into my vagina. One of her hand came to my front and grabbed my tit. She started moving from behind. Yes!, that’s good, really good. I had never been penetrated from behind. Always we copulated in missionary position. She kissed me again her nipples were touching my back. She was getting difficulty to keep the penis in me, so I hiked my leg and put one knee on top of the table. The position gave her more room. The penis was touching more and more inner folds of my vagina which never been kissed by my husband’s weapon.
The doctor turned me and put me on the table. “Now your belly won’t get much pressure”. Then she began a rhythmic movement like an expert fucker and I was all-willing to accommodate her artificial penis fully inside me. The feeling of the penis end inside my pussy walls was better than I had expected. She grabbed both of my tits and occasionally bit me on my smooth back. After some time she stopped and moved me to the chair. She sat on the chair looking at the mirror. She nodded me to come and sit on her lap. I began slowly sit on her lap. She adjusted her penis so that it disappeared into my pussy. I began moving up and down slowly so that my belly may not be disturbed and she was supporting me by lifting my butt. Then she reached my clitoris and started rubbing it while I was moving up and down. Then I felt an immense pleasure which I thought I might get but was denied by the limped penis of my husband. The advantage of a dildo is it never fails when we feel the need.
She then kissed me and assured me everything was alright and I can fully depend on her for a normal delivery. She told me that she has got the reputation of performing minimum surgery for delivery cases. Then I remembered about my sister in law. I asked doctor that she might be waiting for me. Then the doctor gave me a wild grin and took me to the wall. She moved a side panel slightly and I could see the next room. I looked through the small glass panel and I could see the room in which the nurse had shaved me on my previous visit.
I could not believe my eyes. My sister in law was in all her fours. She was fully naked. Her sary and dresses were thrown away to the corner of the room. She was sucking the nurse who was lying on the bed with half of her body on air. My sister in law was sucking her pussy like a slut. The young doctor was slapping her buttocks with her hand and one of her hands was in her pussy. Then the scene was changed and my sister in law moved to the bed. She was lying on her back and I was surprised when I saw her pelvis. My god, all her hairy forest between her legs had disappeared. It was perfectly cleaned and looked like small girl pussy without any hair. It was shining like an ivory carving. The doctor erected her pussy slowly into her waiting mouth. The nurse was now sitting on the floor and she was kissing my sister in laws shaved pussy. She adored it for some time by planting some small kisses. I guessed that she was enjoying her art, that is art of shaving a pussy. Then I felt my doctor’s kisses again on my back. She inserted one finger into me. We enjoyed the spectacle before us like watching a hot movie.
We returned home after half an hour. We did not talk anything on our journey. My mother in law asked us about our visit. I replied her everything was okay. Then my sister in law’s turn came. She told her that the doctor had given some pills to her. In the night, my sister in law moved to me and came under my blanket. She was completely nude and she pressed her hairless mound on my buttocks. She took my hand and lead it to her bald pussy. “See Didi, we are now even. Now I know who shaved your pussy, and from now on we should shave it once in a while each other”. I hugged her and we made love in that night for the first time.
Copyright (C) by Alisha