By : Demongay
I am an Indian living in Mumbai but travel a lot. Any girls or adventurous aunties anywhere in India whatever size or shape, who wish to have anonymous relation are free to contact me on firstname.lastname@example.org Confidentiality is expected and will be provided. Now for my story based on a true incident.
Laxmi grew up in central Chennai in the 1980s. Her parents divorced when she was 12 years old, which changed life much for the worse for her and her mom, who received no money, only the house from the divorce settlement. As a result, they found themselves living in a neighborhood they could no longer afford but with nowhere else to go. Laxmi’s mom had not worked since her marriage and had difficulty earning money from the part time jobs she could get.
Perhaps because of the absence of a father in the home, her mom tried to compensate by increased strictness, a loving strictness, indeed, but Laxmi felt an absence of affection in the home. Although Laxmi was a fine student in school, she had trouble fitting in with the other kids. She no longer had good clothes and found herself pushed to the periphery of the very cliquish teenage world in which she lived.
As she entered her teens, loneliness began to prey on her, and she began to fantasize about an ideal life where she could fit in. Often in these fantasies there was an attractive older female, experienced and understanding, who guided Laxmi. These romantic schoolgirl fantasies changed as Laxmi began to mature by 18 into a well developed young lady, much more so than the most of the girls at school. Laxmi was amused at the thought that she had inherited her dad’s brains and her mom’s very full figure.
Now boys began to take an interest in Laxmi, but she still felt awkward socially, not having good clothes or fitting in with the crowd. Her fantasy life began to take on a more explicit tone, focusing on strong, confident women leading and taking control of her. With her strict upbringing, this really disturbed Laxmi, so much so that she felt she had to talk to someone about these wild daydreams, but to whom could she talk?
She could not confide in mom; that was out of the question. The teachers in her school were too strict. Finally, Laxmi hit upon Shanti, the school nurse, who might be sympathetic and discreet.
At age 18, Laxmi was a bit heavy, 60 kgs., 5’4″, shoulder length, very curly, dark black hair. But she was noticed, that was something at least. Her beautiful, naturally curling hair and her large breasts often got her plenty of attention when she walked into a room.
Laxmi met with Nurse Shanti on a Friday in March at the end of the school day. The 40-year-old nurse was a big woman, about 5’8″ , still single, who lived through the girls she took care of in school. She had plenty of experience helping young girls with their adolescent problems. Shanti asked, “Laxmi, please tell me what is on your mind?”
“I’ve been having dreams, fantasies, which I can’t get out of my mind. I wonder if I should see someone, a psychologist, because it is getting hard to concentrate on my schoolwork.”
“But, Laxmi, you are at the top of your class. What is the matter?”
“Nurse, these dreams have been haunting me more and more. Mostly, they are romantic fantasies about being with someone who cares for me. But in the last few months, the dreams have gotten more explicit, more sexual, and it is quite uncomfortable.”
“Laxmi, I have been helping young girls like you for 15 years. I have heard everything, dear, so you won’t shock me. Besides, these are only dreams, not real life. So tell Shanti the most disturbing thing that happens to you in the dreams. Then I can help you, and it won’t go outside this room.”
Laxmi felt she had to come out with it. “Nurse, in my fantasies, while the relationship with an older, experienced woman remains quite romantic, lately she has been taking control of me, making me do things it is hard to talk about–bad, nasty, dirty things.”
“Tell, me, dear, what things!”
“I kneel before her. She is on a bed or couch. She instructs me to take off my top, then my bra. She views my nakedness. I feel sick and mortified with shame. She touches my breasts, pinches my nipples till I cry out in pain. The she lifts up her skirt and I see she is naked below the waste. She guides my head between her thighs and forces me to do a forbidden, dirty thing.”
“Laxmi, have you had sex with a boy or girl yet?”
“No, I haven’t, Nurse.”
“You have done nothing intimate yet?”
“Only a couple of times with an older girl last year. She passed out last year, but we didn’t go all the way. It happened a couple of times in the hostel’s bathroom when we were alone together.”
“Dear, if you want me to help you, you must be truthful. Give me all the details. I promise you, nothing will happen to you or your friend.”
“The girl was Rukhmini. You remember her, quite tall, the captain of the girls’ volleyball team. She passed out last year. I had a crush on her and she knew it. But I never said anything. Then last April, we happened to be alone in the hostel’s bathroom, both of us drying off after a shower, and she came over to me and smiled. I melted with happiness.”
“Rukhmini took my towel away and let hers slip to the ground. She pulled me to her and pressed her body against mine. She kissed me deeply. I never felt so wonderful in my life. It was all so fast. We kissed and she fondled my breasts. I felt so happy. As we kissed, she began to touch me intimately, and partially penetrated me.”
Nurse asked, “Did she take your virginity.”
Laxmi said, “No, no, no! It wasn’t like that at all. I am still a virgin. It was about our feelings for each other.” It happened twice more in the hostel’s bathroom. That was all, three times total.”
Nurse asked “Did you have an orgasm, Laxmi?”
“No, I don’t think so. I don’t think I’ve ever had one. But it was wonderful with Rukhmini. I will never forget it.”
Nurse smiled sympathetically, “Laxmi, we have made a great deal of progress, but we have only about 10 minutes left in today’s appointment. We will continue this next Friday. I am sure I can help you. There is one thing, however, I am required to do by my profession, after having heard you. I must examine you to determine that you are in fact still a virgin. It will take just 5 minutes and you can go home. Have you started to see a gynecologist yet, dear?”
“No, nurse, I have not been examined there.”
Nurse said, “Please come into the other room; take off all your things and lie back on the table, putting your feet in the stirrups. I do this all the time for the older girls in the school. It’s quick and generally painless, though it might hurt a little in your case as you are still a virgin.”
Laxmi felt quite embarrassed to strip off her clothes. She had no idea that a heartfelt conversation would turn into an intimate physical exam. But if she wanted Nurse’s help, she would have to get through the exam. She thought that it wasn’t such a big deal; girls did it all the time.
Laxmi lay on the table, quite stiff and nervous. Nurse Shanti smiled a matronly, comforting smile, saying “Now, dear, in order to make this as painless as possible, I will use lubrication to minimize the friction as I insert my index finger to test your virginity. Hopefully, we will be helped by your natural lubrication. Don’t be embarrassed by that at all; it is quite natural and normal for a girl or woman to become more lubricated during a vaginal exam. So just close your eyes and relax, dear.”
Laxmi said, “Yes, Nurse, I will do as you say. Thank you, Nurse.”
Nurse Marie used her right hand to gently rub Laxmi’s vulva, her exposed virgin slit. Laxmi involuntarily spread her legs a bit wider to give the older woman better access to her pussy. Nurse could feel Laxmi’s pussy lips become engorged with blood, puffy and swollen with desire. Laxmi’s ass was moving around, and she was letting out a whimper, “Oh, oh, yes. Ohhhh.”
Nurse said, “Dear, you are doing very well. I will not have to use any lube after all, since you have plenty of your own.” Laxmi couldn’t say anything. She was focusing on the intense pleasure radiating out from her swollen cunt. She didn’t want it to stop.
Nurse slowly inserted her the index finger of her right hand into Laxmi’s gaping hole. The girl moaned deeply, “Oh, oh, oh Nurse….” The girl’s eyes were shut tight and here mouth open. Nurse could feel the barrier. Laxmi was indeed still a virgin.
“Laxmi, dear, the good news is that you are still a virgin. Your sexual responses are quite normal. I just wanted to eliminate any physical symptoms before we move on next week to your psychological problems. Just lay back while I complete the physical part of the exam. It will be only a few minutes more.”
Laxmi could barely gasp out, “Yes, Nurse, thank you, please, yes, do what you need to do.”
Nurse’s right hand remained deep inside the girl’s throbbing cunt, while Nurse’s left hand began to knead Laxmi’s right breast, then pinch Laxmi’s erect brown nipples. Laxmi’s body jerked a bit off the table as she let out a low incomprehensible whine. Nurse began pinching alternately the nipples of both breasts, harder and harder, while her right hand pumped the girl’s creaming cunt.
Then suddenly, Laxmi’s legs stiffened, as she gave a wild cry, “Oueeeeeee…….” He legs shot forward, her torso arched up, her mouth gaped open, as her love juice flooded from her convulsing cunt.”
Laxmi blacked up for a few seconds, as the pleasure was beyond anything she had ever felt. When she came to, Laxmi gazed deeply in Nurse’s eyes : Laxmi knew that she loved Nurse Shanti. Don’t forget to mail me if you liked the story….