14-02-2019, 12:22 PM
Mama-ji came near and sat on the bed beside me and kept a hand on my forehead.
Mama-ji: Bahurani…. Don’t feel ashamed… he is a doctor afterall!
My choot was exposed to Mama-ji! Hai daiya! Where do I hide my face from this shame? Isssssssshhhhhh!
I was concurrently blushing and was extremely annoyed. Dr. Desai and Mama-ji both viewed my nangi choot! What shame! Ishhhhhh! I felt so exposed in front of Mama-ji!
Mama-ji: But Bahurani… the most important point is that you are now fully cured due to the application of that gel naa!
I took some deep breaths and tried my best to gather myself because now its no use crying for spilt milk – what had happened has happened. The only alarm in my mind was did Dr. Desai did anything else getting me in a defenseless state. I hope not because Mama-ji was present throughout, though I believe it must have been quite an irresistible situation to witness my young juicy choot and not do anything! How could I forget that Dr. Desai was subtly taking advantage of my semi exposed state during the administration of the injections? And later on during my oral treatment, he lip-locked me for significantly long period of time and openly felt my fleshy ass and even touched by boobs!
I felt so defenseless and disoriented! I tried to reconstruct the scene in my mind that I had fallen asleep and Dr. Desai had lifted my sari till my waist to apply that medication in my choot - that too in presence of my Mama-ji! It had to be too much of a scene!
Ufff! Goodness gracious! Moreover, I was not wearing any undergarments below my clothes now, which means Dr. Desai must have stripped my undies during his examination while I was asleep!
Mama-ji (patting my back gently): Beti, what are you thinking?
Me: Umm? I mean… no Mama-ji… Na… err… I mean nothing!
Mama-ji: Bahurani, let me tell you a secret… ((Mama-ji almost spoke in a whispering tone)…
I turned my face towards him. He was very close to me and his hand still resting on my blouse covered back.
Mama-ji: Beti, you know, I could not… you know stop myself from asking the doctor that whether there was any problem for you to be a “mother”… actually though Dr. Desai is not a gynecologist, but due to his experience…. Just like you, we all are very anxious Beti to learn about the “good” news…. when my sister calls me over phone, I can realize that concern every moment you know….
I dropped my eyes and Mama-ji kept his hand on my head and there was silence. I sighed deeply because I was suffering the most mentally till such time I could get pregnancy.
Mama-ji: Bahurani… when I inquired Dr. Desai regarding that he said that he needed to examine you and I requested him to do so.
Me: Oh… I see. (I uttered huskily as I knew pretty well what a gynecological examination mean)
Mama-ji: We are fortunate that Dr. Desai spent extra time for this and checked you… actually that’s why he had to pull off your brassiere too… I am sorry Beti for that…
It was very clear to me now that Mama-ji saw me absolutely naked when Dr. Desai examined me. Though he was an elderly person, but still to get stripped in front of him at this age was indeed too much of an embarrassment. I almost felt like thanking God that I was in a fainted state during that period of time!
I was speechless, naturally. Mama-ji gave an irritatingly long pause at that moment and I had to say something as he was looking at me!
Me: It’s… its okay Mama-ji… there was no other…
I said in a very low tone, almost inaudible.
Mama-ji: Yes actually Dr. Desai wanted to check your breasts…. but after the examination he even tried to wear you the brassiere, but unfortunately the hook of your bra could not be fixed especially because you were in a fainted state.
I was virtually down in the dumps! I felt so morose listening to Mama-ji and was stiff like a rock looking at the floor.
Mama-ji (sliding his hand from my head back to my back again): The good thing you know Bahurani… Dr. Desai gave the requisite time to check you…. though I called him for that allergy thing, he did not bypass my request… he spent significant time checking your breasts Bahurani (he paused) and then checked your vagina also very thoroughly…
My condition was getting from worse to pathetic. I was tongue tied and did not really know how to react to my elderly relative listening to the fact that Dr. Desai checked my intimate body parts in front of him!
Mama-ji: Arre… at least smile once Beti… the doctor did give a green signal that there are no abnormalities!
I tried my best to smile, but failed miserably. I was breathing deeper and due to the close physical proximity with Mama-ji, I was feeling all the more uncomfortable. Though he was nearly my father’s age, but the fact that he had seen my naked body while the doctor examined me was naturally making me feel extremely tight.
Mama-ji: O! I forgot to tell you Beti… Dr. Desai did mention that you might feel a bit of… I mean ache in your va… va… vagina because he examined it quite thoroughly and since he was not prepared… you know…. he had to use his finger to examine your….
Me: Oh! Hmm… O… I can understand!
Mama-ji: Are you feeling any pain there?
Mama-ji looked at my eyes with this awfully indecent query and I had to immediately object.
Me: Neh… err… no! It’s okay Mama-ji. No pain.
Though I said “No” to Mama-ji I could surely feel some pain and stickiness in my choot area, which was making me rather anxious.
Mama-ji: Oh really! That’s really good to know! Anyway Bahurani, I think if you are feeling okay, you should get ready to get back to ashram… its already…
Me: Oh yes! I totally forgot!
I almost yelled as I suddenly remembered that I had to get back to ashram by evening time.
Me: Mama-ji, if you can excuse me for a while I can get ready then.
Mama-ji: Sure Beti sure! (he stood up and was about to leave the room) O! I have kept your err… I mean… your brassiere and panty there… (he pointed towards a stool at the corner of the room)
I was naturally quite embarrassed getting to know the address of my undergarments. Mama-ji left the room. I picked up my undies and went to the toilet. I could clearly feel that I not stepping normally as I walked towards the toilet. My legs were as if parted slightly and as I walked my hips were swinging more than normal. I was aware that this was indeed a clearcut symptom representing a woman post-intercourse.
My head was spinning as I closed the toilet door. What actually happened to me when I got fainted?
O My God! Did Dr. Desai… No, no… its impossible. Mama-ji was present there!
In great haste, I unwrapped my sari off my waist and untied my petticoat knot. As I palpated my hairy pussy area, I could clearly feel more pain and… and… as I inserted a finger inside my choot, it was so wet! Though the pain was more, the feel was good for me. As I inserted my finger deep inside my pussy, I could sense it was surely more wet and sticky, as it happens just after a fuck!
I immediately pulled out my finger from inside my choot and started sniffing it.
Goodness gracious! It was the smell of male semen! O Lord!
I stood like a statue for a few moments still sniffing my wet finger. As I again guided my hand near my pussy area, this time I could feel my bush of choot hairs also somewhat wet! And as I sniffed again, I could clearly relate that it was nothing but male juice! I felt so blank! My eyes got closed automatically and my body weight transferred on the toilet wall. I was unable to think further.
Unconsciously my hand just brushed against my left breast and I immediately felt some slight pain there also! I was mindful and immediately unhooked my blouse. I was fully naked now, standing inside the toilet, as I checked my big tight breasts on the mirror. I took a close look and as I examined the smooth spherical surface of my butter-colored firm mammaries, I detected a subtle nail mark adjacent to my areola on my left breast!
My throat was getting dry as I was getting sanguine that I was fucked when I lost my senses during Dr. Desai’s examination. I was breathing extremely fast and beads of perspiration were crowning my forehead. But… but how could Dr. Desai do anything indecent to me in Mama-ji’s presence? I was trying to fight myself only, but was losing out because the evidences on my body were more than enough to prove that Dr. Desai fucked me without my knowledge. Did he send Mama-ji outside for some work and used that opportunity? Who knows!
I stood motionless and still. Drops of tears rolled down my cheek. Naturally I was feeling miserable. In the late morning only I got fucked by that shopkeeper at the Parineeta Store, but in that case I could at least argue to myself that I was made so horny during the shooting of that ad that probably there could have been no other ending to that session. But here? I was not even conscious! And moreover, he was a doctor! How could he behave like that!
I was cursing Dr. Desai like anything in my mind for this beastly behavior. But concurrently how could I forget the lewd moves that he made towards me during the examination. I had only myself to blame! I should have slapped that doctor when he initiated the first move, but on the contrary not only did I not protest, but also got quite fancied by his touches. I never thought even in my wildest dreams that it would lead to such a consequence!
I did not know how long I stood naked leaning onto the toilet wall thinking of my misfortune. I had to gather things up and move on. I took a long bath and rubbed and cleaned my whole body thoroughly as if trying to wipe off the marks of Dr. Desai’s touches.
Mama-ji: Are you done Bahurani?
Me: Yes Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: Great! You look s-o-o fresh…
I just smiled and went to the dressing table to comb my hair. Within a few minutes we both were ready to set off. Before leaving the house, I offered Mama-ji a pranam as a sign of respect.
Mama-ji: Khush raho Beti. Am so glad that you are fully cured at last. The way you suffered from that allergy… I felt very bad Beti...
Mama-ji held my arms and lifted me from my stooping position as I completed the pranam. He held my shoulder and looked into my eyes.
Me: But it was not your fault Mama-ji…
Mama-ji: Still….Thank God that you are fully fit and fine now… My best wishes will always stay with you and Rajesh...
He now closed on me and kissed my forehead gently. I had to angle my arms slightly to protect my bursting blouse-covered tits from pressing onto his chest as he was kissing my forehead.
Mama-ji: I pray to God that you are soon blessed with a child… very soon Bahurani… very soon… I can jolly well understand the pain you have been taking…. so many questions from different corners… our society is just like that you know… this battle is hard and long and that you are surely tolled more than Rajesh…
With his words the whole atmosphere turned very emotional. I could not hold my tears listening to those words from Mama-ji. His empathetic words really touched me and I kept my head on his chest and started sobbing. It was probably more to do with the “depression” I was suffering mentally after I realized that I was fucked in my unconscious state by the doctor.
Mama-ji: Arre… ye kya! Think it this way Bahurani… that… that this is God’s task that you are carrying forward… God wants you to reach your destination the harder way… may be the hardest way! And, we are all with you in this battle Beti…
Saying that he almost embraced me and getting this fatherly affection, I immediately started sobbing harder on his chest. Mama-ji held me with one hand and with his other hand gently patted my head and then he slowly descended his hand down to my shoulder and onto my back.
Mama-ji: Beti, you know one thing… if you cry, the bad things drain out of your mind and you become purer. Clear out the evils from your mind Bahuranmi… clear out…
I continued to sob and was unable to realize that I was placing myself in an awkward posture. My arms were still angled over my breast area and hence my full body weight was on Mama-ji. Mama-ji was literally hugging me and though initially it was a casual posture, as I continued to sob, he started embracing me with his hands on his body quite tightly.
Mama-ji: You know Bahurani, there is no harm in crying because at the end of it you feel light… and am pretty sure that you will indeed feel carefree and lighthearted…
I just nodded my head and now tried to control myself as I could feel Mama-ji was nearly portraying an adult hug as his hands were gaining more control of my leaning body. I could feel the warm touch of his left hand on my uncovered stomach area just below my blouse hem while his right hand slid down almost to my flaring hips! I raised my head off his chest and tried to stand properly within his embrace.
Mama-ji (pressing me more towards him and I could feel my legs pressing onto his): Wipe out the tears Beti… I foresee a bright future for you and Rajesh.
Me (very meekly and in a sobbing tone): Thanks…
I wiped my eyes dry with my hands, but while I was doing that within that split second I realized Mama-ji pressing me more with his embracing hands towards his body and naturally as a result my twin firm mammaries began to press on Mama-ji’s chest very directly and tightly. The feel of my fully developed large sized breasts must indeed have triggered energy flow in the old man and I immediately experienced a tighter hug! My eyes automatically got closed momentarily as my twin peaks got staunchly pressed on Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: Have faith on God Beti and am pretty sure that your ashram treatment would lead to a positive result in the days to come.
As Mama-ji uttered those words in a whispering tone near my ears, he clasped me tightly enough in his embrace so that he could enjoy the full weight of my heavy mammaries on his chest. I was naturally by this time a bit out of breath and was feeling rather tight. I could sense my nipples were growing big in size inside my bra and my libido was just beginning to flow being in a close male hug. I desperately tried to get out of it, but Mama-ji surely wanted to prolong it.
Me: Yes… I also do aspire that Mama-ji… Thanks for your kind wishes Mama-ji… Umm…I think… I think we should move on now Mama-ji…
I tried my best to put a period to this prolonging farewell, but Mama-ji seemed not at all interested! He just completely ignored my last sentence regarding getting late to the ashram!
Mama-ji (again kissing my forehead): I don’t want any more tears in my Bahurani’s eyes! Hmm… let’s check once…
Saying that Mama-ji closed his face on mine; I was still embraced by him. I could only smile marginally and just nodded indicating that I was not sobbing anymore, but the old man himself checked my eyes with his fingers brushing the underlines of my eyes.
Mama-ji: Arre! Ye kya? I find your eyes still wet? Why Bahurani?
Me: No, no... It’s absolutely okay now Mama-ji.
I looked up and replied. It was surely getting jumpy being in that state for such lengthy period of time - my face was hardly an inch or two away from Mama-ji’s, his hands encircling my back, and my big tight breasts pressed rather liberally on his chest!
Mama-ji: Uhu… Never allow the clouds of depression to engulf your happiness Beti… It’s still wet… just see!
Mama-ji now gently brushed the base of his finger on my left cheek to make me feel that my eyes are still wet! Frankly I did not expect such an action from this elderly man and just could not react properly. Using that opportunity Mama-ji just continued to feel my warm smooth cheek with his fingers.
Mama-ji: So… am I wrong? Huh u… you cannot fool me Beti… I can understand the latent pain you carry all the time. (Mama-ji signed deeply) I can understand Beti…
Though Mama-ji seemed to really feel for me, the situation was getting increasingly tricky for me, as this elderly man’s constant touches were ultimately getting me keyed up quite a bit. I had already started to breathe deeper and my breasts were naturally heaving up inside my blouse and as I looked down I noticed my sari pallu had got almost dislodged from its proper position revealing my shiny butter-colored upper breast area rather adequately.
Mama-ji: Rest your head on me, close your eyes, and take some deep breaths Beti… you will surely feel much better.
Me (adjusting my pallu to some extent so that it did not reveal my cleavage): But… but Mama-ji… am… am okay… you just don’t worry! Please... am o…
I tried my best to convey Mama-ji that I was feeling okay and the fact was if Mama-ji continued to hug me like that for some more time, in fact then I would be in a soup.
Mama-ji: Beti… listen to me… this will heal your feelings only… this is a tested thing… you just do what I say and I will pray to God so that your mission is successful…
I had to admit that it was a great gesture from Mama-ji and honestly I had no intention to hurt this old man’s feelings in any way. Thus I agreed to him without arguing any further though was indeed feeling much discomfort being in such closeness with this 50+ male. I knew he was an elderly person, he was almost my father’s age, and he was my relative… but still somehow Mama-ji’s intimacy was triggering my passion.
Mama-ji: As I said… you just close your eyes and keep your head on my chest and take some deep breaths… hands on your sides… yes…. Just relax… am sure you will feel better Bahurani!
As I hung my hands to my sides almost my full body weight was on him and Mama-ji now again embraced me in a fresh way with his right hand pressing on my blouse back and his left hand went to my head probably to make me feel more comfortable. Mama-ji gently patted my head as I closed my eyes and relaxed on his broad chest. My big firm breasts continue to press and rub on his body very directly; Mama-ji was clearly feeling the firm and resilient structure of my blouse covered juicy coconuts.
I was naturally quite excited physically by now and just then Mama-ji as if poured ghee to the fire. Mama-ji was patting my head with one hand while his other hand was on my blouse back, which I sensed slowly started sliding down! I was instantly alert as well as somewhat stiff also, as I could clearly feel his warm palm sliding down my smooth and velvety back.
Mama-ji: Take deep breaths and just relax Beti… let me complete a small prayer for you.
Me: O…. Okhay Mama-ji… (I could hardly murmur that in a very husky voice)
Mama-ji was murmuring something, but I could not make out what he was saying, but… but I could clearly make out his intentions were diverting! Mama-ji slid his right hand over my curvy back onto my waist and started feeling my bare skin there just over my sari. If he had just kept his hand there, I could have still bear it, but… but he was quite evidently palpating my belly fold! Mama-ji simply began to caress my naked skin at my low belly area so directly and suddenly that that I had to react!
Me: Ei… eiiiiii…. Mama-ji… what… what are you doing?
Mama-ji: Oho Beti… you are so restless! Don’t you know this is a very familiar technique to relieve stress?
Me: Noho… No! Uiiii… Mama-ji… you are… he he he…. You are tickling me!
Mama-ji: Come’ on Bahurani! Bear it a bit… you will definitely feel better I tell you!
I almost lost my balance as Mama-ji continued this ticklish action and rested my full body weight onto him. Mama-ji used his hand on my head to support me and slipped it down to my shoulders. I could feel his thumb was clearly feeling my bra strap over my shoulder while he was now quite aggressively palpating and caressing my low waist area. As he quickly poked his thumb clumsily into my soft flesh in my belly area, I was tickled to the hilt.
Me: He he he hee…. Heeee…. Mama-ji… please stop…. Hee hee heee…..
As I giggled and laughed away, Mama-ji was all the more belligerent and he was now doing this bungling action with both hands! As my upper body was undulating a lot due to my laughing, my sari pallu got dislodged and slipped to my arms and my whole breast area was visible to Mama-ji. My blouse was tightly fitted on my conical breasts and my cleavage was very much evident over my deeply cut blouse neck.
Me: M-a-m-a-j-i…. uhhhh…. He he hee heeee… eiiiii stop…. A-a-r-r-e-e-e what are you doing! Aaaa…. He he he he heee heeeee….
Mama-ji: Beti… tickling is the best way … umm…. How do you like that? Oho…. Bahurani, you don’t know tickling is the best way to strike off all depression …
Mama-ji was steadily engaging more power into his act and naturally things were going quite out of hand for me. As I continuously giggled and laughed, I was losing out on energy and was nearly gasping for breath. Though my face depicted amusement I was thoroughly dejected by this act of Mama-ji. This was still okay if done to a small girl or even a teenager, but at this matured age to get tickled like this in the belly and waist area was a bit too much of an ask. Naturally I was breathing heavily as I laughed away and my ripe juicy breasts almost burst out through my tight blouse and with my sari flowing in my arms, I was undeniably looking incredibly sexy and indecent.
Mama-ji: Aree bahurani… this is nothing… I have not yet shown you the best healing prickle for a laughter you know…
Me: No… ohhhhh… Mama-ji… no… p-l-e-a-s-e s-t-op…. I have enough…. Eiiii… He hee heee heeee….. ohh…. My goodddd…
Mama-ji: Beti… laughter is a great medication in itself… now enjoy this…
Mama-ji continued to tickle my belly with one hand, while he brought his other hand right inside my armpit!
Me: Ouch!
Mama-ji: Bahurani…. Don’t feel ashamed… he is a doctor afterall!
My choot was exposed to Mama-ji! Hai daiya! Where do I hide my face from this shame? Isssssssshhhhhh!
I was concurrently blushing and was extremely annoyed. Dr. Desai and Mama-ji both viewed my nangi choot! What shame! Ishhhhhh! I felt so exposed in front of Mama-ji!
Mama-ji: But Bahurani… the most important point is that you are now fully cured due to the application of that gel naa!
I took some deep breaths and tried my best to gather myself because now its no use crying for spilt milk – what had happened has happened. The only alarm in my mind was did Dr. Desai did anything else getting me in a defenseless state. I hope not because Mama-ji was present throughout, though I believe it must have been quite an irresistible situation to witness my young juicy choot and not do anything! How could I forget that Dr. Desai was subtly taking advantage of my semi exposed state during the administration of the injections? And later on during my oral treatment, he lip-locked me for significantly long period of time and openly felt my fleshy ass and even touched by boobs!
I felt so defenseless and disoriented! I tried to reconstruct the scene in my mind that I had fallen asleep and Dr. Desai had lifted my sari till my waist to apply that medication in my choot - that too in presence of my Mama-ji! It had to be too much of a scene!
Ufff! Goodness gracious! Moreover, I was not wearing any undergarments below my clothes now, which means Dr. Desai must have stripped my undies during his examination while I was asleep!
Mama-ji (patting my back gently): Beti, what are you thinking?
Me: Umm? I mean… no Mama-ji… Na… err… I mean nothing!
Mama-ji: Bahurani, let me tell you a secret… ((Mama-ji almost spoke in a whispering tone)…
I turned my face towards him. He was very close to me and his hand still resting on my blouse covered back.
Mama-ji: Beti, you know, I could not… you know stop myself from asking the doctor that whether there was any problem for you to be a “mother”… actually though Dr. Desai is not a gynecologist, but due to his experience…. Just like you, we all are very anxious Beti to learn about the “good” news…. when my sister calls me over phone, I can realize that concern every moment you know….
I dropped my eyes and Mama-ji kept his hand on my head and there was silence. I sighed deeply because I was suffering the most mentally till such time I could get pregnancy.
Mama-ji: Bahurani… when I inquired Dr. Desai regarding that he said that he needed to examine you and I requested him to do so.
Me: Oh… I see. (I uttered huskily as I knew pretty well what a gynecological examination mean)
Mama-ji: We are fortunate that Dr. Desai spent extra time for this and checked you… actually that’s why he had to pull off your brassiere too… I am sorry Beti for that…
It was very clear to me now that Mama-ji saw me absolutely naked when Dr. Desai examined me. Though he was an elderly person, but still to get stripped in front of him at this age was indeed too much of an embarrassment. I almost felt like thanking God that I was in a fainted state during that period of time!
I was speechless, naturally. Mama-ji gave an irritatingly long pause at that moment and I had to say something as he was looking at me!
Me: It’s… its okay Mama-ji… there was no other…
I said in a very low tone, almost inaudible.
Mama-ji: Yes actually Dr. Desai wanted to check your breasts…. but after the examination he even tried to wear you the brassiere, but unfortunately the hook of your bra could not be fixed especially because you were in a fainted state.
I was virtually down in the dumps! I felt so morose listening to Mama-ji and was stiff like a rock looking at the floor.
Mama-ji (sliding his hand from my head back to my back again): The good thing you know Bahurani… Dr. Desai gave the requisite time to check you…. though I called him for that allergy thing, he did not bypass my request… he spent significant time checking your breasts Bahurani (he paused) and then checked your vagina also very thoroughly…
My condition was getting from worse to pathetic. I was tongue tied and did not really know how to react to my elderly relative listening to the fact that Dr. Desai checked my intimate body parts in front of him!
Mama-ji: Arre… at least smile once Beti… the doctor did give a green signal that there are no abnormalities!
I tried my best to smile, but failed miserably. I was breathing deeper and due to the close physical proximity with Mama-ji, I was feeling all the more uncomfortable. Though he was nearly my father’s age, but the fact that he had seen my naked body while the doctor examined me was naturally making me feel extremely tight.
Mama-ji: O! I forgot to tell you Beti… Dr. Desai did mention that you might feel a bit of… I mean ache in your va… va… vagina because he examined it quite thoroughly and since he was not prepared… you know…. he had to use his finger to examine your….
Me: Oh! Hmm… O… I can understand!
Mama-ji: Are you feeling any pain there?
Mama-ji looked at my eyes with this awfully indecent query and I had to immediately object.
Me: Neh… err… no! It’s okay Mama-ji. No pain.
Though I said “No” to Mama-ji I could surely feel some pain and stickiness in my choot area, which was making me rather anxious.
Mama-ji: Oh really! That’s really good to know! Anyway Bahurani, I think if you are feeling okay, you should get ready to get back to ashram… its already…
Me: Oh yes! I totally forgot!
I almost yelled as I suddenly remembered that I had to get back to ashram by evening time.
Me: Mama-ji, if you can excuse me for a while I can get ready then.
Mama-ji: Sure Beti sure! (he stood up and was about to leave the room) O! I have kept your err… I mean… your brassiere and panty there… (he pointed towards a stool at the corner of the room)
I was naturally quite embarrassed getting to know the address of my undergarments. Mama-ji left the room. I picked up my undies and went to the toilet. I could clearly feel that I not stepping normally as I walked towards the toilet. My legs were as if parted slightly and as I walked my hips were swinging more than normal. I was aware that this was indeed a clearcut symptom representing a woman post-intercourse.
My head was spinning as I closed the toilet door. What actually happened to me when I got fainted?
O My God! Did Dr. Desai… No, no… its impossible. Mama-ji was present there!
In great haste, I unwrapped my sari off my waist and untied my petticoat knot. As I palpated my hairy pussy area, I could clearly feel more pain and… and… as I inserted a finger inside my choot, it was so wet! Though the pain was more, the feel was good for me. As I inserted my finger deep inside my pussy, I could sense it was surely more wet and sticky, as it happens just after a fuck!
I immediately pulled out my finger from inside my choot and started sniffing it.
Goodness gracious! It was the smell of male semen! O Lord!
I stood like a statue for a few moments still sniffing my wet finger. As I again guided my hand near my pussy area, this time I could feel my bush of choot hairs also somewhat wet! And as I sniffed again, I could clearly relate that it was nothing but male juice! I felt so blank! My eyes got closed automatically and my body weight transferred on the toilet wall. I was unable to think further.
Unconsciously my hand just brushed against my left breast and I immediately felt some slight pain there also! I was mindful and immediately unhooked my blouse. I was fully naked now, standing inside the toilet, as I checked my big tight breasts on the mirror. I took a close look and as I examined the smooth spherical surface of my butter-colored firm mammaries, I detected a subtle nail mark adjacent to my areola on my left breast!
My throat was getting dry as I was getting sanguine that I was fucked when I lost my senses during Dr. Desai’s examination. I was breathing extremely fast and beads of perspiration were crowning my forehead. But… but how could Dr. Desai do anything indecent to me in Mama-ji’s presence? I was trying to fight myself only, but was losing out because the evidences on my body were more than enough to prove that Dr. Desai fucked me without my knowledge. Did he send Mama-ji outside for some work and used that opportunity? Who knows!
I stood motionless and still. Drops of tears rolled down my cheek. Naturally I was feeling miserable. In the late morning only I got fucked by that shopkeeper at the Parineeta Store, but in that case I could at least argue to myself that I was made so horny during the shooting of that ad that probably there could have been no other ending to that session. But here? I was not even conscious! And moreover, he was a doctor! How could he behave like that!
I was cursing Dr. Desai like anything in my mind for this beastly behavior. But concurrently how could I forget the lewd moves that he made towards me during the examination. I had only myself to blame! I should have slapped that doctor when he initiated the first move, but on the contrary not only did I not protest, but also got quite fancied by his touches. I never thought even in my wildest dreams that it would lead to such a consequence!
I did not know how long I stood naked leaning onto the toilet wall thinking of my misfortune. I had to gather things up and move on. I took a long bath and rubbed and cleaned my whole body thoroughly as if trying to wipe off the marks of Dr. Desai’s touches.
Mama-ji: Are you done Bahurani?
Me: Yes Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: Great! You look s-o-o fresh…
I just smiled and went to the dressing table to comb my hair. Within a few minutes we both were ready to set off. Before leaving the house, I offered Mama-ji a pranam as a sign of respect.
Mama-ji: Khush raho Beti. Am so glad that you are fully cured at last. The way you suffered from that allergy… I felt very bad Beti...
Mama-ji held my arms and lifted me from my stooping position as I completed the pranam. He held my shoulder and looked into my eyes.
Me: But it was not your fault Mama-ji…
Mama-ji: Still….Thank God that you are fully fit and fine now… My best wishes will always stay with you and Rajesh...
He now closed on me and kissed my forehead gently. I had to angle my arms slightly to protect my bursting blouse-covered tits from pressing onto his chest as he was kissing my forehead.
Mama-ji: I pray to God that you are soon blessed with a child… very soon Bahurani… very soon… I can jolly well understand the pain you have been taking…. so many questions from different corners… our society is just like that you know… this battle is hard and long and that you are surely tolled more than Rajesh…
With his words the whole atmosphere turned very emotional. I could not hold my tears listening to those words from Mama-ji. His empathetic words really touched me and I kept my head on his chest and started sobbing. It was probably more to do with the “depression” I was suffering mentally after I realized that I was fucked in my unconscious state by the doctor.
Mama-ji: Arre… ye kya! Think it this way Bahurani… that… that this is God’s task that you are carrying forward… God wants you to reach your destination the harder way… may be the hardest way! And, we are all with you in this battle Beti…
Saying that he almost embraced me and getting this fatherly affection, I immediately started sobbing harder on his chest. Mama-ji held me with one hand and with his other hand gently patted my head and then he slowly descended his hand down to my shoulder and onto my back.
Mama-ji: Beti, you know one thing… if you cry, the bad things drain out of your mind and you become purer. Clear out the evils from your mind Bahuranmi… clear out…
I continued to sob and was unable to realize that I was placing myself in an awkward posture. My arms were still angled over my breast area and hence my full body weight was on Mama-ji. Mama-ji was literally hugging me and though initially it was a casual posture, as I continued to sob, he started embracing me with his hands on his body quite tightly.
Mama-ji: You know Bahurani, there is no harm in crying because at the end of it you feel light… and am pretty sure that you will indeed feel carefree and lighthearted…
I just nodded my head and now tried to control myself as I could feel Mama-ji was nearly portraying an adult hug as his hands were gaining more control of my leaning body. I could feel the warm touch of his left hand on my uncovered stomach area just below my blouse hem while his right hand slid down almost to my flaring hips! I raised my head off his chest and tried to stand properly within his embrace.
Mama-ji (pressing me more towards him and I could feel my legs pressing onto his): Wipe out the tears Beti… I foresee a bright future for you and Rajesh.
Me (very meekly and in a sobbing tone): Thanks…
I wiped my eyes dry with my hands, but while I was doing that within that split second I realized Mama-ji pressing me more with his embracing hands towards his body and naturally as a result my twin firm mammaries began to press on Mama-ji’s chest very directly and tightly. The feel of my fully developed large sized breasts must indeed have triggered energy flow in the old man and I immediately experienced a tighter hug! My eyes automatically got closed momentarily as my twin peaks got staunchly pressed on Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: Have faith on God Beti and am pretty sure that your ashram treatment would lead to a positive result in the days to come.
As Mama-ji uttered those words in a whispering tone near my ears, he clasped me tightly enough in his embrace so that he could enjoy the full weight of my heavy mammaries on his chest. I was naturally by this time a bit out of breath and was feeling rather tight. I could sense my nipples were growing big in size inside my bra and my libido was just beginning to flow being in a close male hug. I desperately tried to get out of it, but Mama-ji surely wanted to prolong it.
Me: Yes… I also do aspire that Mama-ji… Thanks for your kind wishes Mama-ji… Umm…I think… I think we should move on now Mama-ji…
I tried my best to put a period to this prolonging farewell, but Mama-ji seemed not at all interested! He just completely ignored my last sentence regarding getting late to the ashram!
Mama-ji (again kissing my forehead): I don’t want any more tears in my Bahurani’s eyes! Hmm… let’s check once…
Saying that Mama-ji closed his face on mine; I was still embraced by him. I could only smile marginally and just nodded indicating that I was not sobbing anymore, but the old man himself checked my eyes with his fingers brushing the underlines of my eyes.
Mama-ji: Arre! Ye kya? I find your eyes still wet? Why Bahurani?
Me: No, no... It’s absolutely okay now Mama-ji.
I looked up and replied. It was surely getting jumpy being in that state for such lengthy period of time - my face was hardly an inch or two away from Mama-ji’s, his hands encircling my back, and my big tight breasts pressed rather liberally on his chest!
Mama-ji: Uhu… Never allow the clouds of depression to engulf your happiness Beti… It’s still wet… just see!
Mama-ji now gently brushed the base of his finger on my left cheek to make me feel that my eyes are still wet! Frankly I did not expect such an action from this elderly man and just could not react properly. Using that opportunity Mama-ji just continued to feel my warm smooth cheek with his fingers.
Mama-ji: So… am I wrong? Huh u… you cannot fool me Beti… I can understand the latent pain you carry all the time. (Mama-ji signed deeply) I can understand Beti…
Though Mama-ji seemed to really feel for me, the situation was getting increasingly tricky for me, as this elderly man’s constant touches were ultimately getting me keyed up quite a bit. I had already started to breathe deeper and my breasts were naturally heaving up inside my blouse and as I looked down I noticed my sari pallu had got almost dislodged from its proper position revealing my shiny butter-colored upper breast area rather adequately.
Mama-ji: Rest your head on me, close your eyes, and take some deep breaths Beti… you will surely feel much better.
Me (adjusting my pallu to some extent so that it did not reveal my cleavage): But… but Mama-ji… am… am okay… you just don’t worry! Please... am o…
I tried my best to convey Mama-ji that I was feeling okay and the fact was if Mama-ji continued to hug me like that for some more time, in fact then I would be in a soup.
Mama-ji: Beti… listen to me… this will heal your feelings only… this is a tested thing… you just do what I say and I will pray to God so that your mission is successful…
I had to admit that it was a great gesture from Mama-ji and honestly I had no intention to hurt this old man’s feelings in any way. Thus I agreed to him without arguing any further though was indeed feeling much discomfort being in such closeness with this 50+ male. I knew he was an elderly person, he was almost my father’s age, and he was my relative… but still somehow Mama-ji’s intimacy was triggering my passion.
Mama-ji: As I said… you just close your eyes and keep your head on my chest and take some deep breaths… hands on your sides… yes…. Just relax… am sure you will feel better Bahurani!
As I hung my hands to my sides almost my full body weight was on him and Mama-ji now again embraced me in a fresh way with his right hand pressing on my blouse back and his left hand went to my head probably to make me feel more comfortable. Mama-ji gently patted my head as I closed my eyes and relaxed on his broad chest. My big firm breasts continue to press and rub on his body very directly; Mama-ji was clearly feeling the firm and resilient structure of my blouse covered juicy coconuts.
I was naturally quite excited physically by now and just then Mama-ji as if poured ghee to the fire. Mama-ji was patting my head with one hand while his other hand was on my blouse back, which I sensed slowly started sliding down! I was instantly alert as well as somewhat stiff also, as I could clearly feel his warm palm sliding down my smooth and velvety back.
Mama-ji: Take deep breaths and just relax Beti… let me complete a small prayer for you.
Me: O…. Okhay Mama-ji… (I could hardly murmur that in a very husky voice)
Mama-ji was murmuring something, but I could not make out what he was saying, but… but I could clearly make out his intentions were diverting! Mama-ji slid his right hand over my curvy back onto my waist and started feeling my bare skin there just over my sari. If he had just kept his hand there, I could have still bear it, but… but he was quite evidently palpating my belly fold! Mama-ji simply began to caress my naked skin at my low belly area so directly and suddenly that that I had to react!
Me: Ei… eiiiiii…. Mama-ji… what… what are you doing?
Mama-ji: Oho Beti… you are so restless! Don’t you know this is a very familiar technique to relieve stress?
Me: Noho… No! Uiiii… Mama-ji… you are… he he he…. You are tickling me!
Mama-ji: Come’ on Bahurani! Bear it a bit… you will definitely feel better I tell you!
I almost lost my balance as Mama-ji continued this ticklish action and rested my full body weight onto him. Mama-ji used his hand on my head to support me and slipped it down to my shoulders. I could feel his thumb was clearly feeling my bra strap over my shoulder while he was now quite aggressively palpating and caressing my low waist area. As he quickly poked his thumb clumsily into my soft flesh in my belly area, I was tickled to the hilt.
Me: He he he hee…. Heeee…. Mama-ji… please stop…. Hee hee heee…..
As I giggled and laughed away, Mama-ji was all the more belligerent and he was now doing this bungling action with both hands! As my upper body was undulating a lot due to my laughing, my sari pallu got dislodged and slipped to my arms and my whole breast area was visible to Mama-ji. My blouse was tightly fitted on my conical breasts and my cleavage was very much evident over my deeply cut blouse neck.
Me: M-a-m-a-j-i…. uhhhh…. He he hee heeee… eiiiii stop…. A-a-r-r-e-e-e what are you doing! Aaaa…. He he he he heee heeeee….
Mama-ji: Beti… tickling is the best way … umm…. How do you like that? Oho…. Bahurani, you don’t know tickling is the best way to strike off all depression …
Mama-ji was steadily engaging more power into his act and naturally things were going quite out of hand for me. As I continuously giggled and laughed, I was losing out on energy and was nearly gasping for breath. Though my face depicted amusement I was thoroughly dejected by this act of Mama-ji. This was still okay if done to a small girl or even a teenager, but at this matured age to get tickled like this in the belly and waist area was a bit too much of an ask. Naturally I was breathing heavily as I laughed away and my ripe juicy breasts almost burst out through my tight blouse and with my sari flowing in my arms, I was undeniably looking incredibly sexy and indecent.
Mama-ji: Aree bahurani… this is nothing… I have not yet shown you the best healing prickle for a laughter you know…
Me: No… ohhhhh… Mama-ji… no… p-l-e-a-s-e s-t-op…. I have enough…. Eiiii… He hee heee heeee….. ohh…. My goodddd…
Mama-ji: Beti… laughter is a great medication in itself… now enjoy this…
Mama-ji continued to tickle my belly with one hand, while he brought his other hand right inside my armpit!
Me: Ouch!
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