Hi friends, my name is Preeti. I am a woman with a very sexy figure (38D-30-34) 5-10” in height and of mixed race. My paternal family is from the north, and my maternal family is from the south.
I am a very big fan of this website. It gives me a lot of pleasure to read all the stuff posted here. I found many similar to mine. Being a single woman, I also have my share of physical needs. Yes, you read that right that I am a single woman and never married by my own choice.
I have had hundreds of boyfriends and lovers in the past and even now. I was not interested in getting permanently hooked on anyone. I wanted a variety of men in my bed to enjoy with. I have two sons, aged 18 and 20. I will talk about them later. I also know that the only thing that matters to most men is sex.
I was 18 years old when this life-changing episode happened. I turned into a sex machine. We stayed in a one-bedroom house coming from a lower-middle-class family. My parents used to sleep on the double bed. I was on a mattress on the floor beside them.
This was till I got caught by Mom watching them have sex. After that, I was moved out to sleep on the divan in the living room. I continued to peep every night. Till I was sleeping in the bedroom, I saw my parents having sex every night in various positions.
They made funny noises when their bodies hit each other and funny sounds (I later understood were moans). They seemed to derive ultimate pleasures from whatever they were doing. I also had seen Mom masturbate enough times with a carrot when Dad was out on tour.
I did not understand what she was doing, but I knew it was something very enjoyable. This remained the biggest mystery in my head. Because of this curiosity, I was desperate to find out more so I could also experience those pleasures.
Let me come to the main episode, which dates back to when I was in junior college. My body grew rapidly, showing transformation into a full-grown woman. The only thing that started late was my periods at the age of 19. I was growing pretty big breasts but not so big butt.
I was very active in sports due to my height and build and was in most of the Inter-college teams, playing with the seniors. I was very popular, having won so many tournaments. I enjoyed the company of boys, mostly older than me, because I considered myself no different from them.
We were based in a very small town where my father was a manager in a private company and my mother a bank employee. When I played games, my breasts used to bounce, and that caused me a lot of embarrassment. None of the other girls, including older ones, had breasts anywhere close to my size.
My biggest embarrassment was while playing games like kho-kho or kabaddi. Most boys would grab my boobs as it was the easiest thing to grab because of their size. When anyone touched my boobs, it triggered strange feelings in my body. That was the only part that I loved.
I strongly felt my big boobs were retarding my sports career. I went to my mother and complained about my breasts bouncing when playing games. She thought about it and got me to strip my top. Looking at my chest said I should start wearing a bra to support my breasts.
She gave me one of her own (size 32C, which I read on the label attached to it) to try. She taught me how to wear it. While the bra supported my breasts much more firmly in place, it also projected much more forward.
Well, this was the best option I had at that time, and so I accepted it. Now, I felt more confident while I played games because my breasts didn’t bounce as much as before. At the same time, it became even easier for the boys to grab my breasts due to the projection made by the bra.
In fact, from the day I started wearing the bra, I felt a lot more eyes on me from men of all ages. There was a guy in college on my same college campus, Hardeep. He was very close to me, living in the same colony. He also used to accompany me to and fro from college.
He was from a very rich family and also my best friend, and meant the entire world to me. There was nothing hidden between us as we had both grown up together. No one knew me as much as he did, even more than my parents. He was 2 years older than me.
He told me on day one, when I wore my new bra to college, that I was looking very nice. After he touched and squeezed my breasts, he said my chest was looking much bigger. I enjoyed his hands on my breasts and said my mother gave me her bra to wear.
He seemed curious but didn’t say anything more about it. Life went on few more months. Then I went back to my mother, telling her that I was finding this bra tight and painful. When she looked, she saw red marks all around the band of the bra.
I said I needed a bigger one. She seemed troubled at the speed at which my breasts were growing. She decided we meet a doctor. The next day was a Saturday. She took off half a day so she could take me to the doctor and then go shopping.
Ours being a small town, it was impossible to find a gynaecologist. All we had was a general physician. He was an elderly man in his 50s, and my mother explained her concerns. Since this was a small place, he asked Mom to step outside and wait till he did a full check-up on me.
Mom stepped outside. He locked his door and asked me to sit on his examination table. I was wearing my usual Punjabi kurta and salwar without the bra with slip and panties. As soon as I sat at the table, he came to me and asked me to remove my kurta.
I felt shy. He reassured me that he was a doctor and this was a part of the examination to diagnose my problems correctly. I removed my kurta and sat topless, staring at the floor. He asked me if I was having normal periods, and I asked him what he meant.
He explained the bleeding cycle normal women have. I told him I never had one till now. He stepped closer to me and began squeezing my breasts gently for a long time. He said softly that I had very beautiful breasts. The touch of his hands on my breasts triggered waves of pleasure through my body.
I remembered the similar feeling I got every time the boys would grab my breasts. Now, I wanted to make them do it a lot more for my satisfaction. He squeezed my nipples between his fingers and asked me if I felt any pain. I told him no pain.
Instead, it was feeling very nice and if he could please do more. He smiled at me and continued for some more time, making me breathless with pleasure. He said he wanted to do more checks to see if my breasts had milk. I excitedly nodded yes, breathing very hard.
He cupped both my breasts with his hands and started sucking my nipples with his mouth. His mouth was magical and triggered even more pleasure through my body. I wanted to enjoy it while it lasts fully. After sucking my nipples for a few minutes, he asked me if it was hurting.
I said no, it felt very nice. He smiled and continued for some more time. I was panting hard while he was still squeezing my breasts and sucking my nipples.
He said I had the most beautiful, really big breasts he had ever seen. I told him that this big size was an embarrassment for me.
He comforted me, saying when I grow up and understand everything, I will realise how lucky I am. He was talking to me in a very sweet tone, making me feel proud of my body. His touch on my breasts was driving me wild, making me squeal.
He said everything was normal with my breasts. I had grown into a full woman a little ahead of time. He made me lie down and asked me if he could remove my salwar to continue his examination. I eagerly said yes, anticipating more pleasure.
He pulled the strings of my salwar, loosening it, and, along with my panties, removed it completely. He came in between my legs spreading them wide, and touched my pussy with his fingers. I instantly felt a flow of liquids from my pussy.
I sat up and touched my pussy which was dripping wet, making me very embarrassed in front of him. I said sorry, and he calmly said it was very normal. He made me lie back down and spread my pussy wider and inserted a finger slowly inside. I jerked at this, and he said he was checking my hymen.
He had pushed his finger all the way in and out a few times. He gave me a surprised look and asked if I had ever had sex with anybody. I was very tense now, not knowing what he meant by sex. I was scared like shit. I thought something big was wrong, and I would get reprimanded by my parents.
Mustering lots of courage, I told him I did not know the meaning of sex. He explained that normally, girls have a seal (hymen), which proves virginity. In my case, the hymen was not there. I said no one ever touched me there. Other than my mother, he was the first person to have seen it.
He asked me if I was active in sports. I very jubilantly told him that I was into every physical sport accessible to me and the number of trophies I had won. He smiled at me and went back in between my legs, inserting two fingers inside my pussy.
This sent even bigger shock waves of pleasure through my body. He stopped and asked me if it was hurting. I said it was feeling great and to please continue. After a few minutes of fingering, he put his mouth to my pussy, licking everywhere and inserted his tongue inside.
I felt a jolt of pleasure and awful at the same time because he was putting his mouth in my dirty place. I stopped him and asked what he was doing because it was dirty. He said a pussy has many functions besides urinating. To test all of them using his mouth was necessary, and my pussy was sweet like honey.
I just laid back and let him continue. He resumed licking my pussy while he inserted his fingers to and fro very fast. My body started trembling, and soon, a giant earthquake of pleasure waves passed through my body. It lasted a while. When I came back to my senses, he was still licking my pussy.
He now had two fingers going in and out of my butt. He looked at me and asked how I was feeling. I told him about the earthquake, and he said that was because I was perfectly normal. I asked him why he was fingering my butt. He said that was the next part of the exam and it would also give me pleasure.
I smiled and saw he removed his fingers and put his mouth to my butt hole. I whispered to him, panting heavily, that this was dirty. He said, “Yes, dirty only in the morning when you relieve yourself. All other times, this is another pleasure pot,” and he inserted his tongue again.
I was happy that just by licking my rear hole and fingering it, he was giving me so much pleasure. In a few minutes, he had three fingers going in and out of my butt, multiplying the pleasure. He came to me holding something like a pole inside his trousers.
He asked me if he had my permission. He wanted to try his magic wand for my final exam and could guarantee me another earthquake. He was leaning over me and sucking my nipples while talking to me. I was also excited about all the pleasures he had given me. I grabbed his face and kissed him.
He made me get up and bend over on his examination table with my legs spread, resting on the steps below. He unzipped his trousers to reveal a slender brown rod (cock). He covered me with something (a condom) and applied some jelly-like thing on my butt hole and his rod.
He held my waist and slowly inserted his rod inside my butt hole, and it entered very easily. I didn’t know that this was his cock because I had never seen a real one before. At that moment, his rod was delivering the promise of tsunamis of pleasure every time it went in and out of my butt.
He went on for a long time. He kept alternating between fingering my pussy and squeezing my boobs from behind. For sure, I had another powerful earthquake. When I recovered, panting very hard, I found myself lying on his table. He cleaned my pussy, butt and rod, disposing of everything into the dustbin.
He asked me to dress up. He got me a glass of juice and told me to drink it to get some energy. He asked me how my experience was today. I told him it was thrilling, and I wanted him to do it every day.
He smiled and, leaning over in my ear, said, “I am yet to examine your pussy with my magic wand. Can you imagine how many earthquakes you will get then?” I said, “I cannot wait for that day,” and kissed him on his cheeks again.
He said he would try to make it happen soon, provided I keep whatever happened our deep secret and not tell even my mother. I was too naïve at that time and gave him a pinkie promise. He called my mother back inside and told her very reassuringly that I was completely normal.
He said other than minor issues which can be treated, there was nothing to worry about. He said because of hormone issues, my body developed quickly. He said my periods might also begin very soon and to be prepared. He told her that for the next 6 months, I needed to come for regular weekly check-ups.
He said he would directly administer the medication, and Mom agreed. He told her that because of physical sports, my hymen was gone and not to get alarmed as I was still a virgin. He assured her that it does happen and is quite common these days.
Right in front of my mother, he asked me to sit again on his examination table, saying he forgot to check one last important thing. Mom got up and went out. He closed the door after her and came to me smiling. He said, “Now we can enjoy every week and that too for 6 months.”
I said, “I want you every day. I cannot live without your magic wand for so long.” He kissed me on my lips, removed my kurta, and slip again. He said if we want to continue this without creating any suspicion, then this is the best way.
I agreed, thinking that something was better than nothing. Today was just the first day, and we could be together for the next six months. He took my measurements and wrote them down on his pad. Then he slipped his other hand inside my salwar and panties, touching my pussy, and found it wet again.
I told him I wanted his magic wand inside my pussy right now. He said it was too risky to do right now and quickly started pressing my breasts and sucking my nipples. I was instantly experiencing crazy pleasures again.
I did not realise when he lowered my salwar and panties and was fingering my pussy with his other hand. In a few minutes, I experienced another earthquake. This time I quickly recovered, and he cleaned my pussy with his mouth. I thanked him, quickly put on my clothes, and sat at the table.
He called my Mom back inside. He told her to get me a push-up bra so my breasts do not sag. He told her my chest size was 34 with a D-cup, and she noted it down.
He told her that when I go for physical activities, I should wear a sports bra. All athletes use it, but he was not sure if we could find it in this small town. He suggested we try in the larger cities. My mother was happy to hear everything, and we paid him his fees and left there.
We went to the shop selling ladies’ undergarments in the main market. Here, except the cashier, all staff here were women. Mom took me to the underwear section and told the lady at the counter that she wanted to buy some bras for me. The size is 34D.
The lady insisted on taking her measurements. So she took me inside the trial room. After removing my top, she took my measurements and asked me how old I was. I said 18, and she was very surprised. I asked if there was something wrong.
She just smiled and said that I already had the body of a grownup woman, and it was god’s gift. I told her having such a body caused me a lot of embarrassment while playing sports. She said wait till you grow up and understand things well. Then you will know what I mean.
After she took my measurements, she took me back to the counter where my mother was waiting. She told her 34D was correct. She asked my Mom when I started wearing bras and what the size was then. Mom answered less than a year ago, and it was 32B.
Mom told me to choose based on most of my clothes, including my college clothes. They were between light to medium dark colours, so a variety of light and dark colours would be a good choice. Mom said the bra should have light padding to provide cover in front.
Looking at me, the lady proposed that we should buy front-opening ones. It would be much easier to wear. We quickly bought a few padded bra panty sets in different colours. While we waited for the bill, the lady gave me one set and told me to go to the changing room and to wear it.
I went to the trial room, put it on, and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt very proud looking in the mirror in the new bra, and my chest seemed much bigger. It was raised much more than before, creating a very big cleavage. I put my top back on and went to the counter.
The lady asked me if it was feeling loose or tight, and I said I was feeling fine. We enquired about the sports bra, and she said they didn’t have one. She took down our phone number and promised to get it in a week from the big city. We paid and proceeded home in an auto.
I asked Mom what she meant when she told that lady about ‘padding to cover in front’ when her bras do not have it. Mom told me to wait till we reached home as we should not talk about such things in a public place. She was pointing at the auto driver, who was openly staring at me through his mirror.
As soon as we entered the house, I asked her again. She told me that women have nipples, and in my case, they are also quite big. So, in a normal bra without pads, they would show through the clothes, which is not good. Then she pointed to my kurta and said, “See, now they are not visible.”
Well, today was too much learning for me in one day. My head was buzzing with a lot more questions about my body than before. I asked Mother what did the doctor mean by the hymen.
Mom seemed irritated and told me that in due course, I would find out and to stop bothering her now. She said that from now I should wear the bras she bought me at all times except while sleeping. I don’t need a slip anymore.
I looked at the time, and it was my playtime. I headed out after changing into my house clothes, wearing the new bra and panty without the slip.
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