My Dream Coming True
I am Zeenie. Or say it is my nick name. My actual name is Sudha. I don’t know if I was born as a deformed child or it was a curse or a blessing. When I was born it seems my breast portion was swelling. Doctors had suggested my mother that it is not a deformity but will get reduced with time and she should massage daily. So my mom religiously was massaging me with oil bath. But instead of reducing they became more prominent and when I was ten I had to start using bra. By the time I finished my ninth standard I was having 36 size boobs and looked like a woman although I was only 18 years old. And somehow I was not comfortable in wearing bras and always stayed braless. So my neighbours nick named as Zeenie a name used to call film star Zeenat Amman in her days. May be they would have called me Pamela Anderson, if she was in India in those times. So my parents removed me from schooling after tenth fearing that I may become target for men to teach, molest and spoil me. The nearest to molestation which I experienced were by few boys and our physical instructor. The boys would just try to hold my hand or brush against my boobs as if it was by chance. But our PT teacher was an ex army man and was heavily built. He used to ask me to stay back after PT and when all students go home he was hugging me tight and kiss me on lips. That automatically was igniting me and he would open my mouth and push his tongue in for very wet, hot and intimate kisses. Also he used to undo my shirt buttons and squeeze my boobs and nipple and dig his face in between. He used to bite all over my flesh and leave blue teeth marks all over my breast, shoulders. But when I was highly wet, experience orgasms and longed for his tool to seal my hole, he used to become wise and say that it is not correct to go further. He was also stopping me from touching his bulge which was clearly visible from the huge tent formation between his thighs. I was wondering as to how what he does to me was right and what he left not done was wrong. Thus I had remained virgin always on heat dreaming and longing for a big fat male phallus to satisfy my hunger for sex leaving me with only option of masturbation to achieve orgasms before sleeping fantasizing of having great sex with a neighbor boy by name Sunil, a very handsome and healthy boy who looked like Sunil Shetty. After leaving school, I stayed at home and learnt tailoring, computer etc. Finally after I turned twenty my parents chose a man from our village and married me off thinking that their responsibility was over. My husband was a typical Gujarathi Gamdu type, wearing turban, white rabari type dress, unshaven, eating paan tobacco, smoking beedi, spitting all the while, smelling sweat from even far off distance. Overall he was nauseating. But I had no other option but allow him to come when he wished. But my luck was good. He could get his so called erection just by seeing my boobs and spill whatever he had in his sac, just after my touch right in to my hand or on my thighs.. Having got relived he used to sleep snoring within minutes. While I was desperate life went on with this routine till Sunil accidentally was spotted at our village. I knew him very well. When he was studying in Engineering at Vadodara he was well known to my parents. Like all boys of my area he also used to stare at my boobs whenever we cross each other. I used to masturbate thinking of him. Now he had grown to be a big man and was looking very handsome. I introduced him to my in laws and husband. Sunil was a lecturer in a college had come to our village with his students on a survey work for their project. My in laws asked him to stay at our house and he agreed. It was now my responsibility to make him comfortable. He went out for his work with his students and returned in the evening. I had prepared few dishes which I knew he may like and also had made his bed in the guest room. After dinner, which he liked very much he went to the guest room. My husband came home fully drunk and started snoring within few minutes. My in laws also being old slept early leaving me wide awoke with no sleep. There was still light in the room of Sunil and I thought of speaking to him about my parents and other news of my place. I got up and knocked on the door of guest room which was at upstairs. The door was open and he called me in. Sunil was wearing a half pant and with bare chest as it was very hot. He looked more handsome and attractive. I sat opposite to him on a stool. He asked as to how I was in my in laws house and if I am happy or not? That filled me with emotions and automatically tears filled my eyes. I could not speak. Seeing my condition Sunil got up and came near me. keeping his hand on my both shoulders he asked me to stop crying and console. He narrated his tragic story. He was married few years before me and I had seen his wife also. She was good looking and from Ahmedabad. Sunil told that his wife had gone to parent’s house for delivery and last year during delivery she and baby both had expired. I got up and kept my shoulder on his chest and cried. I told him in brief about my troubles. His hands was caressing my back to console me. But I was getting excited and wet. Holding his cheeks at once I pulled his face and sealed his lips with mine. He pressed lightly and I opened my mouth inviting him for a passionate kiss. I could not control myself and hugged Sunil urging him to make love to me. He tried to reason not to but the sex goddess in me was not able to wait anymore. Pulling him on to the cot I opened my blouse pressing my boobs on his chest. He was getting excited too. Our mouths were sealed as if they were one forever. Our tongues twisted and danced in each other’s mouth deeply exploring the origin of such a great happiness. The intensity of those hot wet kisses were so great that we forgot the world at that moment.