As Rajneesh watched Manjula in dishabille, his lust was further ignited. Fueled by an alcoholic stupor, he imagined Manjula's vulpine body as being trapped in a cage of cloth.
"Let me free you Manjula," he mumbled, words slurred with drink, as he reached for her yet again.
Manjula struggled feebly, as Rajneesh's strong hands, grasped her saree. She felt much like Draupadi had as she was manhandled by Dushasana.
"Please doctor,"she panted in her struggle, "you are drunk."
" I am drunk on you Manjula," Rajneesh moaned. Using her saree like a rope he pulled her towards him. As she drew closer and closer he could feel everything, about Manjula more acutely, as if his senses had become somehow heightened by her closeness. The sweat of her earlier exertions; on his back, in the examining room, clung to her like a second skin. She had orgasmed, as she had sweated and her pheromones had soaked her skin, carpeting it in a thick layer of lust.
Such smells threw Rajneesh into an orgiastic frenzy. He drew her closer yet and pressed his hard erection against the softness of Manjula's feminine body.
"Please doctor please, I am married," beseeched Manjula, partly because she really was, but more so she because once again she realized that her body was escaping her minds logical clutches and starting to react on its own. The hard presence of Rajneesh need, pressed tight against her body, was even now slackening the shackles of her marital vows.
'Oh god,' thought Manjula, but the doctors manhood was magnificent! Hard like a rock and firm as the earth! Her mind flashed her images of the monstrous phallus as it had fucked away at Meena, and she had felt a pang of jealousy, that she was not the one being so willfully violated.
"I am married doctor," she tried again, "I have a husband," she blurted, though her voice sounded shaky to her ears.
"Yes you do," Rajneesh agreed, "but were you thinking of him when you were climaxing on my back like a monkey?". He asked in a conspiratory fashion.
"I...I..." stuttered Manjula, at a loss for a clear answer.
He drew her closer than, so that her half-naked flesh, crushed tight against him. He placed his palm on the bare softness of her belly.
"Aaaaah..." gasped, Manjula as she felt the heat of his touch as opposed to the cold of the night.
With his other hand, he gently stroked her hair. "I need you Manjula," he hissed, almost sorrowful in his want.
"No doctor, I ..." she began, but he stifled her protest without too much difficulty, by pressing his mouth to her lips. His lips felt soft and warm, and his hands left her belly and encircled her around her waist, fingers interlocking on the skin of her back.
He then gently sucked at her lips, planting light kisses, with his eyes closed. He kissed her forehead, her eyes her nose; he kissed away any or all doubts the Manjula should have had. He kissed away again at her lovely lips, beckoning the soul of her desire.
"doct... mnhgggh..." mumbled Manjula, losing herself, and could not summon the strength of will required for more ardent protest.
Her lips parted unconsciously, allowing his tongue to slither fluidly into her open mouth. Rajneesh's tongue began to explore the new territory.
"oooomh..." Manjula was making unintelligible noises, as the tongue in her mouth was stealing her brain.
She felt the soft, almost liquidy structure slide against her teeth, and when done, test the limits of the roof of her mouth, and then come to rest of the softness of her own tongue.
Almost shyly she sucked, on his tongue, tasting of his salivary juices.
"Mmmmm...." Rajneesh moaned as his tongue was being sucked. He drew away then; eyes still closed, and began nibbling on the soft flesh of her neck.
"How does it feel Manjula," he croaked, in her ear. "I know you want me as much as I want you. Don't deny it anymore Manju, the pleasure will come much easier." he advised, as he bit hungrily into her.
"..........." Manjula could not even reply.
Rajneesh's searching hands, found their way into her skirts, and his fingertips trailed the tender skin of her thighs from kneecap to groin. His fingers wandered into her lovely wet thatch, and found intriguing heat being generated in the adjacent vicinity.
"God you are so hot Manjula," he groaned, "You deserve much better than your husband."
A throaty groan was Manjula's only admonition, as he rested his heavy palm on her sex. Ever so slowly, Rajneesh caressed her vagina, enjoying the feel of her warm, exposed thatch under his fingers.
"Ooooooo... doc..tor," voiced Manjula, now able to form words, with some difficulty.
He kissed her hard as he inserted his index finger, into her vagina, so her cries or pleasure disappeared into his mouth.
But when he began to rub his thumb against her eagerly engorging clitoris, her wails of ecstasy were hard to contain.
"wah.....ah......ahhahaahahaaaaaaaa..." her cries echoed throughout the room and the nearby street if there was anyone to bear witness. But there was no one, only the night.
Rajneesh felt the time was right, and loosened her skirt-lace; it was easily done as they had been hastily tied, when he had barged into her room. He pulled the cotton garment, down her hips, with some urgency as he was worried she may refuse him again on some fanciful whim.
But he needn't have worried, she wiggled her buttocks, and the protector of her modesty was discarded around her ankles.
"Manjula you taste so good," he said as he began taking soft bites on the front of her neck and worked his way down to the tops of her breasts. He considered it, and then took bit into the blouse, covering her twin mounds of flesh.
"Doctor what are you doing?" she asked, words slurred with lust.
"I am tasting you, Manjula" he replied, as he began unbuttoning the front of her blouse. He took a moment then to observe her. Her eyes were half closed and her body was swaying as if in some trance. He pulled the blouse off her torso and completed his task of making her absolutely naked when he unhooked her bra.
Her naked mounds were now bare, taut nipples shining against the moonlight invitingly. Rajneesh bent forward eagerly placing his mouth on her hardened nipples and began suckling with soft sucking noises.
"Please suck harder, "she begged, enfolding his face into her bosom, "bite harder doctor, oh it feels so good!" she muttered, as Rajneesh increased his pressure obligingly.
His hands again found her quivering snatch, and this time slipped his ring and middle finger into her.
"Don't do this doctor, not there," she whined, but paradoxically her pulse quickened.
He began fingering her pussy, synchronously sucking lascivisiously on one breast than the other. Manjula began twisting and gyrating against the wall, as the twin pleasure centers of her breast and vagina were being stimulated in unison. Rajneesh soon learned the rhythm of her sexual exertions and timed his pleasurings perfectly.
"Unghhh...uhhhhh...aaaaaaaaa..." her tongue was hanging at the edge of her mouth, and she began to drool like some insensate catatonic patient.
"Let me take you Manjula," cajoled the doctor in between his sexual ministrations, "let me take you to that other place, the one you have always dreamed of in your sleep, the one place your husband could never take you."
Her body began shivering as a gush of sexual sensations began to flood her brain, one giant river, receiving tributaries of pleasure from all her womanly parts, as they were being seduced in a chorus.
Rajneesh could feel the warm wetness on his fingers as her body began to tense uncontrollably; he further continued his actions, increasing their frequency, with a sense of the utmost urgency.
"Aaaaaa...ooooohhhhhhhh....haaaaaaaaaaaaa...ahhhhhhhh..." Manjula began making sounds that women tend to make, only when in the gentle embrace of the most profound sexual reverie.
So terrifyingly was she being shown her own sexuality, that she began slamming the back of her head against the wall in an alarming manner. Rajneesh watched her in her near epileptic state, and decided it was time to take it up a notch.
He shrugged himself loose of her mad clutches, and became naked himself. He pushed her body with his nakedness until she was cramped against the wall.
He began planting a row of kisses from her face, all the way down to that secret treasure between her legs, whose secrets he was beginning to unravel. And he drank deep of her honey-pot, partaking the sweet nectar of her succulent juices. His nose was buried in her and he could smell the intense scent of her sex.
"You can't bite me there doctor," moaned a writhing Manjula, as she felt her most private of parts being explored and devoured in a culinary fashion.
"Cant I, Manjula?" Rajneesh asked looking up at her from between her legs. "I can do anything I want to your body Manjula." As if to punctuate his point he sank his teeth into her thigh.
Manjula bit hard into her lips, as the doctor took bites from her right thigh, then left, and kissed her pussy.
"Shit doctor, I can't take it anymore," she groaned, her thighs wrapping tightly around , the doctor's head, as she "climbed" onto his shoulders, using the wall to support her back.
Rajneesh did not even realize that her entire weight had shifted onto him, as he was engrossed in making a meal of her pussy. He devoured her fat juicy burger, as if breaking his fast on her privates.
As her pussy was being eaten, Manjula started her thrusting her hips forward, fucking the good doctor in his face. Their conjoined bodies attained a certain rhythm as the two began performing in parallel unity.
Earlier on when she had experienced her first orgasm, she had learnt how to stimulate her clitoris, and now she repeated the same thing, rubbing her love-bud in the doctor's face. The difference being, the doctor was hard at work on her pussy as well. As their motions, imitated each other perfectly, Manjula started to feel a similar sense of pressure develop in her body, stemming from in-between her thighs.
