Date: 8 Nov 2001 06:54:48 -0000
From: Alisha Mathew A <alisha69ksk@rediffmail.com>
Subject: Lez My Pregnant Times by Alisha

My Pregnant Times 	By Alisha

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.

(To be continued)

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