A psychologist’s consulting room is really beyond imaginations, even fantasies. The stories coming out of a mild narcotic applied by the psychologist or the hallucination of a mesmeric sleep may dig out a lot of facts from the subconscious mind. These stories cannot be taken as truths because it is always be a mixture of truths and wishful thinking. That is why our courts have not yet accepted the facts derived out of narco-analysis as evidences in their proceedings. I had to dig out the earlier past of my patients because these incidents molded their future sexual life and preferences. As my professional ethics prevents me from disclosing the identities of my patients, the names and places are changed. I am giving a few of such experiences below, without any spices added; only the language is mine. I don’t like to elongate one incident in many chapters, as many authors do in this column, which I find really disgusting and a new reader usually avoids. Hence each chapter of mine will be separate and independent.
As said earlier, I am Malathy David, a consulting psychologist, married, in my early forties. Your feed backs may kindly be sent to purkun@hotmail.com
I am Ravi , aged 28, Engineer, unmarried, working in a MNC. My family consists father, a retired Central Government Officer, mother, a retired Professor. My elder sister, Rekha, 29, Lecturer, married to an Executive in a MNC, having two kids, resides nearby town.
These incidents happened in my school days. It was a holiday; I woke up late, the privilege of a day in a week. Rekha already had her breakfast and was ready for her tuition at a nearby house, with a colleague of my mother; we call him ‘Professor Uncle’, a bachelor in his forties. Actually she was waking me up as my parents already left for some marriages or social functions, as usual in holidays and Rekha had to serve my breakfast before leaving for tuition. Her tongue was very sharp and her scolding required a lot of tolerance on my part; moreover she was as stronger as me and to defeat her physically was not easy, hence I finished my breakfast quickly.
Rekha was ready with her scribbling book and pen for the tuition and as usual reminded me not to forget to close the front door until she comes back. Even though she was aware of my routines of a holiday; either TV or comics, she asked me:
“What are you going to do for the next one hour? Have you any home works to be finished?” She asked like a guardian though she was only elder by one year.
I said “I had it yester night. I have a new comic from my friend.”
Suddenly coming closer to me and touching the front of my Bermuda she asked:
“Will it rise?” I know she was very close to me and very frank also. Whatever she had to tell, she used to do so without any prefaces. We were so close that we shared, discussed everything without any reservations and hence I felt nothing unusual in her question.
I said “Yes, some times.”
“Can you show me?” she asked.
I lowered my Bermuda and showed her my 3” dick. She held it and gently squeezed.
“It is like sponge. How it stands?” I massaged it, thinking a secret which was not shared with her. It gradually stiffened resulting to a 4” erection. She held it and slowly moved forward and backwards.
“How it stood up?” she asked. Now I couldn’t help sharing the secret. One of my elder neighbors, a college student once took me to his room at the pretext of showing the pictures of some new scientific inventions. In the science book there was a small picture book (which must be purposefully placed), with full of nude pictures of men and women. Pubic hairs and the erection of men were new to me. No pictures depicting sexual acts, which I familiarized later, were in that book. He also asked the same question Rekha asked to me now, whether my dick rise. I said no. He asked me whether I wanted to see his erected dick. I felt bad and I again said no. Then he took my hand and placed it under his dhothi and made me hold his erect dick. It was like a banana. I really felt bad but I was a little afraid to tell him and I reluctantly held it with my small hand. He put his hand over mine and moved it up and down and told me to do it quickly. While I was doing it, he gently patted my dick over the Bermuda . I didn’t like it and removed his hand from me. After some time, his breathing became heavier and raising his dhothi he held my hand on his dick tightly and moved it faster. Then I saw an erected male organ for the first time. Within a few seconds, a white fluid jerked out, spilling over my hand and his thighs and he continued it holding my hand tightly over his dick for some more time. By this time his dick became normal and limp. He asked not to tell it to anybody and promised me to show more pictures if I went to him again. I never went to his room again. But sometimes, the thought of his erect dick and my jacking it made my prick also erect and I used to masturbate, without knowing what it was for, with a happy ending, though without ejaculation. When Rekha asked me to show my erection, I was thinking about the erect dick of my neighbor.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” She seemed a bit desperate since I kept it a secret.
“I’m sorry Rekha, I thought it was bad and you may tell it to mom.”
“Do you have that white fluid coming out of it?” still holding my erection she asked.
“No. But I get so much pleasure from it”.
“I also have some secrets to tell you” with a hidden smile she told me. “If you promise not to disclose to anybody else, I’ll tell you.” I agreed.
“During tuition, our Professor Uncle use to make me sit on his lap and place his erect dick between my thighs. He grinds it for some time till that white fluid comes. Then he will clean my thighs with his dhothi. It feels very nice when the dick grinds my pussy and that is why I won’t wear my panties during tuition. He is also having books of nude pictures and use to show me all. He said he is going to show me some new pictures today which will be very interesting.” She raised her mini skirt showing her pussy. She was without panties.
“Do you want to see him grinding me?” she asked.
“Will he do it if I am there?” I doubted.
“Do as I tell. I’ll ask him to give you a comic book. You go and sit at the floor in front of the table where he takes tuition. The table is with long table cloth covering the entire table. When we sit at the table for tuition, you roll up the table cloth on the front side and pin it with a safety pin. He will not notice it and when he finishes the tuition, after his cleaning my thighs with his dhothi, remove the safety pin and roll down the table cloth and pretend reading the comic.” I agreed.
Changing my dress, I accompanied her to Professor Uncle for her tuition. Seeing me with her, he was a bit desperate. But Rekha handled the situation cleverly.
“Papa and Mom went out and he is alone uncle. Will you give him a comic book?”
“Surely, I have a lot of comics here. I’ll give you a big one so that you can read it until the tuition is over” he said happily. Really he had a good collection of comics. He picked up a comparatively big comic book and handed to me. I proceeded to front side of the table; sitting on the floor opened the book. Still I am not sure which book it was; I was very eager to witness what Rekha told. Opening the first page, bending my head downwards, peeping through the corner of my eyes, I waited for the moment Rekha told, with the safety pin she gave to me. I guess, by this time Professor Uncle was normal and he announced:
“Let’s study Geography today?”
“Yes Uncle” she replied. He took a thick book from the book shelf and proceeded to the table. Before sitting at his chair behind the table, he once again assured the table cloths are properly placed and covered it fully from all sides. He sat on his chair and adjusted the stool for Rekha. Now I slowly rolled the table cloth on my side fully and fastened with the safety pin. She was standing beside him, bending over the book on the table. I could see every inch beneath the table through the corner of my eyes. He gently lifted her skirt and began to fondle her ass; pressing each cheek with his right hand, opening the Geography book with his left hand. Now his right hand held both the ass cheeks together, pressing hardly with all his four fingers; her facial expression was not visible as her head was over the table. From her body movements I could guess she was enjoying it. His fingers separated the ass cheeks to give way for the middle finger to explore the creek and gradually he inserted the middle finger in her pussy hole and moved it to and fro, still pressing both the cheeks with the other fingers; his left hand turning the pages of the book. After some time, he took his right hand back and said to her:
“Let’s start. Today we are going to learn the geography of India
“This is the map of India India India India Kashmir ”. Then slightly scratching her bellybutton, he said, “This is New Delhi Delhi Arabian Sea ” he said, slowly inserting his middle finger in it and began to move to and fro. I couldn’t see her face but she must be enjoying a lot, parting her legs as wide as possible. She seemed forgotten to jack Uncle’s dick in her hand, being concentrated on her enjoyment. She was raising her ass, may be to get the deepest penetration of his finger. He was turning the pages of the book and telling something which I didn’t heard; I pressed the comic book hardly against my erect dick. His fingering lasted for some time and gently took her over his lap. She placed her naked ass over his dick; put it between her thighs with her left hand, held her legs tightly so that his prick was jammed among her two thighs and pussy and only the red bulb of his prick was seen over her thighs. He started raising his hips, grinding the jammed prick between her thighs. He put her left hand on his red bulb and she began to circle the knot of it with her fingers, tickling the opening at the top of the bulb. Still he was turning the pages of the book, occasionally asking, “Is this map interesting?” I was sure; he must be showing the promised new pictures. I raised my head and peeped over the table. Uncle’s left hand was in her jacket, massaging her small breasts. Her eyes were half closed with pleasure. I pressed the comic book hardly against my dick and had more than one orgasm during her tuition. The tuition continued for some time, I was unaware of the passage of time and at last it happened. As my neighbor did, Uncle’s movements became faster, jerking that white fluid in Rekha’s hand and thighs, the grinding continued for some more time till his dick became limp. He took one loose end of his dhothi and cleaned her hand and thighs and placed her in on her stool. Suddenly, as instructed by her, I unfastened the safety pin and rolled down the table cloth and immersed in the comic book. Then he announced, “We can continue the rest in the next class”. Making the dhothi right, he went to bathroom. She winked at me and opened the Geography Text took a small picture book and stealthily placed it inside her jacket. Coming out of the bathroom, he asked, “Was the comic interesting?” I nodded in the affirmative. “You come tomorrow with her. I have a lot of comic books with me”. We returned home.
Way back home, Rekha told me, “Tomorrow onwards I am not going for tuition to Uncle. This book has everything and we can study the lessons together”.
Returning home, we went to her room and locked it. She raised her skirt and showing her inner thigh told me, “Some of his fluid is here. You want to feel it?” I touched it; a viscous colorless wetness. “Where has gone its white color?” I asked. “I don’t know” she said. She swiped her finger on the wetness and tasted it. “No taste at all” she said. I also tasted it with the same result.
We opened the book. “We can sit like the people in it, nude. Ok?” she suggested. I agreed. She removed my clothes, touching each part, as if seeing for the first time. “You do mine” she said. She had only tow pieces, the skirt and jacket, without any under garments. I touched her blooming breast. She pressed my hands over it. She showed me how to do it; first circling, pressing the fingers one by one, holding fully with the hand and finally kneading the nipple gently. I had done it and feeling the ecstasy my small dick again stood up. She gently opened it showing the red head and said, “This is more beautiful”. Standing closely, she placed my lips on her breast and asked to suck. While doing so she placed one of my hands on her pussy and inserted a finger in it and showed to move in and out and put my other hand on her ass and made me press it, doing all simultaneously. She held my dick and began to jack it. Her speed on my dick depended on the pleasure she derived from me. The orgasm was together.
We returned to the picture book. Almost everything was in it, fondling, fucking in every possible ways, oral, anal and what not! No teaching was required for us. She completely stopped Uncle’s tuition on the pretext of my seeing her on his lap might be conveyed to mom. Years passed. Even before my first ejaculation, we were using condoms. During her menses or in the absence of condoms, we had the oral or anal poses. She got married immediately after her doctorate and joining in a Government College
Actually it was the pressure on me for my marriage and my denial brought me and Rekha to Malathy. Rekha and Malathy succeeded in it and my marriage will be held shortly.
Malathy David.
