This is a true story, with some literary license. This incident happened when I was touching 20.
After dropping Mintu back in his collage, the bad bumpy road and the undisciplined traffic made the journey last another 5 hours. On reaching back, all of us in the car were legitimately keen to rush to the bathroom to relieve ourselves. Immediately on reaching back, I too rushed to the toilet and relieved my self. When I was using water for personal hygiene, my fingers ran over my slit and I suspected that as a result of my first time sex with Mintu, my slit had perhaps got widened. I got up and walked in front of the mirror and inspected my slit. The slit seemed a little wider. When I probed the mouth of my pussy, with no hymen left, it appeared that the opening had widened a lot. I smiled at myself and realized that after three huge fucks, the slit mouth was wide open and the pussy opening made it clear that a large and fat dick had taken it, repeatedly.
In my collage I narrated some of the details of my sessions with Mintu to my girl friends. They said, “Good God. Tui to daroom chchuti koraychchish ray. Teen teen baar chudiye cheesh? Tao tor bhai chudechey tokay?” (“Good heavens. You really had a great vacation!!! You got fucked thee times in row. And that too by your own brother?”)
I became the most ‘experienced’ girl in the class. The rest of the girls asked me what did the cock taste like. Was it far too big for any pussy to take. Did it hurt? How much pleasure was there.
All the girls who used to flaunt their boy friends and let their boy friends at best steal a kiss or two or caress their breasts in dark restaurants, suddenly paled in front of my experience.
Neeta, who was famous for having got her boy friend to feel her crotch from over her saree was now like a girl guide while I was the uncrowned sex queen of the collage.
My newly gained popularity enhanced my social standing on one hand, and on the other, these few days or regular sexual activity had its toll on my body itself. The breasts had become fuller and my bottom appeared larger and more sexy. The hip has started to swing sexily. I could feel that I was transforming from the moth to a butterfly. The languid beauty of a much fucked girl was visible on my face. Heavy eye lids (with remaining awake long nights and with significant physical activity) and slower gait. Slightly fuller breasts and heavier bottoms.
He had bitten my lips in several places. Initially, my lips were also a little swollen.
In the balance I was looking significantly sexier. Or so the girls said.
While Mintu went back to IIT, for a few days, there was no letter atall. I almost felt that he has had his fill of sex with me and that he has now decided to abandon me. But, after about 10 days, the first letter came.
He wrote,
“Dear Khukumoni:
Thanks for the trip to Digha. On my own I would have never made it. I know you are a little upset I did not write earlier. My apologies. I promise you, I will make up for this deviation from your whispered requests. But the work kept me glued to studies. Or atleast what I could do without my mind wavering into our activities.
My mind keeps wavering into thinking of how we had made love, repeatedly and the unbelievable pleasure that it gave. I have dreamt twice of you sighing, crying out with pleasure, thrashing around in bed and meeting my thrusts with yours and the look on your face when you came.
But what was more disturbing was the thought that we, as cousins had fucked!!! Both of us know that it is taboo.
Like a tiger who has tasted human flesh, I have tasted (literally) your pussy and my dick has entered your love tunnel. The pleasure was just too much. My mouth wants wore. My dick. It is dying for more. Should we stop have sex?
But is this good? Should we continue our relationship? Think. May be, being a girl you need to decide. Since it is you will have to bear the cross. And, let measure you, I would not make love to you, no matter which trick you applied, unless I really loved you.
I do love you. I love you enough to decide to avoid making love to you.
Look forward to hearing from you soon.
Love and kisses – everywhere
Mintu”
When I read this letter, I understood that he was being sincere. And that, there was no way he and I could ever be married. And that he was a real gentleman. That means his reticence was real and not contrived.
I took my time to think and worried that based on this letter, he would not come back and make love to me, unless I replied and he was happy with the reply.
I wrote the response several times and tore it up. Eventually, I wrote back:
“Mintu:
Your letter was no surprise to me. You are a real gentleman. I love that.
At the very outset let me assure you that I don’t care who says what. I don’t care if my Mother comes to know. I don’t care whether the laws in India do not permit relationships between first cousins. I have no regrets on what we did together. And I will bear the cross, no matter what it takes.
Actually, I can’t write as many times as I would have liked to, to be able to say what I truly mean. I truly love you. I wouldn’t have laid out myself to you, unless I meant it.
Why should a tiger eat anything else? When he can get the human meat. And that too without asking.
So. Come to Kolkata soon. Let us be with each other. Whatever that means.
I too have dreamt of what we did together. The mind-blowing peace and pleasure that you gave me.
And what I gave you? That is only a matter of minor detail.
Study hard. Work hard. Write back when you can.
But don’t avoid meeting me. I am and will always be there for you and no one else. I will give you all of myself, with pleasure and for pleasure.
You should know. I love you.
Love and kisses
Khuku
As months slid bye, ever so slowly, his letters became more frequent. As days went bye, he stopped writing of his sense of guilt at having sex with his own first cousin.
But one problem went on bothering him. He wrote stating, “I dream of you, naked and in my arms. My dick goes on the hop. I dream of mounting you and making love to you. And when I feel like really doing it, I wake up to find that you are not there. I feel the emptiness. And my dick is totally frustrated. My problem is that I strongly believe that all my semen is meant to be given to you. What do I do?”
I wrote back to him, “Darling. I don’t mind you shagging, thinking of me. If you tell me the time when you will do it, I will take off my clothes, spread my legs and imagine that you have mounted me and are delivering your powerful and non-stop strokes, one after the others and both of us are screaming and having our orgasm together.
Don’t make it hard on yourself.
I promise you, when you come over to Calcutta next, I will compensate your unrequited love for me in any way you like. I will make love to you as many times as you like. I will do anything to satisfy your lust and passion.
Just come into my arms.
Love and kisses.
Yours truly, Khuku”
The long months of summer, followed by monsoon went bye, while I longed to be taken into his arms and made love to. I could not take it. So, with his exhortations, I masturbated atleast three times a night.
Then as winter approached, he wrote
“Darling Khuku:
With Christmas vacations coming near, I will get four days off. Irrespective of whether I could go across to my parents in Delhi, I would like to visit you in Kolkata. While I am thinking, may be you can help. Please find ways for us to be alone. I want us to be free to do what we like, when we like.
May be, I get to keep you completely naked with me. I have an elaborate plan for you. Can we do that?
Love
Mintu”
I wrote back to him, “Darling, I will try and set up a method, so that we can stay and man and woman for some time. How long? I don’t know!! The moment I have set up the details I will let you know. In the meanwhile I want you to know that you are living in my heart. When I shut my eyes I can feel you in my arms. I can feel your strong arms holding me, kissing me and caressing my naked body. I can feel your urgency and the tender love making.
I miss you.
We shall meet. In the meanwhile concentrate on your work.
Love
Khuku”
I realized that my time a single collage girl were over. I had a strong lover. My own first cousin brother!!! Understanding the need for being close On my way to collage, I stopped at the pharmaceutical store and picked up two months’ supply of contraceptive pills. And started on them immediately.
I realized that Mintu was a darling. He understood my need for being secure from an unwanted pregnancy. He deserved better. He must be able to do it any time and without any condoms. Surely fucking without condoms was better than with!!
As days ticked by, my brain worked overtime to find ways and means of being able to be with him on 24-hour basis without having the burden of worrying that my Mother would be watching. If that were possible, I could enjoy his undivided and undisturbed attention. And I could fulfill my favorite dream.
Finally, I found the best sidetrack that would fool my Mother into not being able to discover my real activities. One of my classmates was from a far away place and she was staying in a one-bedroom apartment in North Calcutta. Her landlord was unobtrusive and did not care what she was upto. She was proceeding to her parents for a vacation at the same time for a week. I talked to her asking whether I could be her guest for two days and nights with my brother when she was away. She knew of my ‘needs’ and agreed readily.
While I devised an elaborate subterfuge plan, I did not inform Mintu immediately since that may disturb his work and studies.
I simply wrote to him that he should not inform my parents of his arrival and arrive when he liked. After all he was a nephew. And in Bengal this is a done thing.
About four days prior to the appointed date, I wrote an ‘Express Delivery’ letter telling him that he should reach the North Calcutta address where I would meet him first. Then we would go to our home. Deliberately I did not give out the entire plan, so that in case something went wrong with the plan, he would not be terribly frustrated.
Then I told my Mother that I would like to spend three days and two nights with my friend Neera in North Kolkata. To assure her, I added that I would call her from the nearby booth atleast once a day.
She agreed. I packed my clothes into a small carry bag and left in our car. The driver dropped me off at about 11 AM and I went upstairs and met Neera. She said, “You are truly a randy bitch!!”
I answered, “Once you get taken by a real man, and you know what that pleasure is, you will stop playing with your clit and want more of that flesh. Then tell me who is more randy and more of a bitch.”
Neera returned my counter attack with, “Whatever it is, I am not getting fucked by my brother. You are!!”
I was stung. If it hadn’t been for my aching crotch, I would have hit her. But, all I could say was, “Be it my brother. He is big. And he performs. Don’t be so uptight. May be, if you behave well with me, I will let you taste what a fuck is like. I will request him to fuck you once. Your boy friends sissy stuff will look like playing with dolls then.”
Neera threw a soft toy at me and said, “No. Thanks I don’t need your help with my pussy.”
Within an hour or so, Neera left for the station by 12 noon.
Mintu’s train from Kharagpur was to reach Kolkata at about 3 PM. He would take about 45 minutes by bus and tram to reach that area. He may take about 15 minutes to find this innocuous place in the middle of a densely populated area. I expected him to reach latest by 4.30 PM.
I was angry that through this whole process I was losing some precious love time. Like the traditional Indian lovers I was looking at the clock and waiting when he the bell would ring. But what could I do?
On the way from my home, I had picked up some Chinese Chicken fried rice and a large bottle of coke. I quickly ate my lunch and decided to sleep in the afternoon. I thought that could give me greater stamina for the long night ahead. Besides, I felt that swollen eyes lids look better for seduction.
I looked around the flat. It had only one room on the roof top of the old rickety house. Two wooden shuttered windows. It was sparsely furnished. It had one single bed with four posts for affixing mosquito nets. It had a functional kitchen and a small bathroom. One small table with a wooden chair. One kind of reclining chair that had been passed off as a sofa chair. Also, below the bed was a kind of camp cot for arranging for additional sleeping area in the flat. There was a small balcony to gaze upon the road in front of the flat.
I changed the bed sheet and took a snooze. Every now and then I would wake up thinking I heard the bell ring. By four PM I got up, brushed my teeth, combed my hairs, took out and wore a crisp fresh Bengali cotton saree with fresh cologne and a touch of kohl on my eyes and wore my light brown lipstick.
I dragged the wooden chair to the balcony and gazed down trying to see a glimpse of Mintu as her tried to look for the flat. By 4 15 PM, I saw him. Tall. Thin. Gaunt. Darker skinned than before. Wearing a beige trouser with a dark sweater on top. He was wearing black un polished shoes. I could see he was having difficulty locating the address. He was asking neighbors the way. I hoped he looked up. Finally he did. I waved at him.
He smiled back, waved and hastened his pace.
I quickly made a trip to the toilet. Eased myself. I was about to carry out the step for feminine hygiene. Then I felt it. It was greasy with juices that I had let flow with the anticipation of what we would do together in this flat.
Quickly I spruced up my looks. The bell rang. My heart missed a beat. I undid the latch and opened the door.
It was Mintu.
He looked around and stepped in asked, “Why was I required to come here?”
“Why do you think I asked you to come here???”
“Because you are a scatty girl. You are capable of everything stupid. That is why.”
I let that insult go. Mintu asked, “Where is your friend who lives here?”
“Why you want HER also, is it?”
“What?”
“No. I mean, do you want her to be here so that you can ask here to take part in our program?”
“What program?”
I was embarrassed. Mintu had to even guessed how deviously I had thought through this meeting for two nights!
I said, “Just sit down and let me tell you the plan.”
He kept his packet of clothes down near the chair and sat down, prim and proper, expecting Neera to emerge from somewhere or the bell to ring etc.
I said, “Just relax. No one is coming here. Neera has proceeded to her home town. I have taken permission from my Mother to spend two nights with Neera and chat. We are alone over here. I arranged all this since I wanted that we find some time to chat with each other with no disturbance.”
Mintu was astounded at my audacity. He asked, “How do we go into your home?”
I said, “Mintu. I have planned that out. You will leave on the third day after lunch and reach my home. I will be missing. You have to ask for me. My Mother will curse me and send for me. I will return by car. In this process, she will never guess, we have been together!!”
He said, “Good God. That is incredible. One has to be careful with you. You are capable of murder!!! Your husband will never know if you are meeting any one else!!”
“And if you are the husband? Then you will know that I am capable of this kind of deviousness, if I want something. And you will check mate my efforts to play truant.”
Mintu had got relaxed and his IIT humor was coming back to him. He said, “Why should I checkmate you??”
I asked, “Why? You would let me go astray?”
“No. I will not check mate you. I will simply mate you.”
“Now that is naughty stuff you are saying.”
“It is not naughty to plan something naughty? Not naughty to do something naughty?” he asked.
I did not respond to his talk. I just got up walked around to the balcony and asked, “Should I shut the door leading to the balcony? And the windows?”
Mintu looked up and said, “No. Just come back here.”
I was nonplussed. I walked back and was going towards my seat. He grabbed my wrist and said, “Khuku. Come here.” And he pulled me close to where he was sitting. As I stumbled near him, he pulled me down and made me sit on his lap.
I hissed, “The door and windows are open. Someone will see us like this.”
“I don’t care.”
He planted a small kiss on my forehead and gave me a nice long squeeze and said, “Why don’t I have bath and get clean?”
“Okay.”
Mintu got up, shut the doors and windows, unzipped his bag of clothes, pulled out a crumpled tracksuit and a long sleeved sweatshirt, a fresh underwear, towel and his toilet bag. He coolly walked to the toilet. Walked in and peeked out and said, “God. The hostel toilet is cleaner than this toilet. Your friend Neera sure has some ideas of dirty living.” He took his towel and toilet bag and walked in. Then he turned around and started to apply shaving foam on his face and was quickly shaving. Then he swung the door to shut most of it and started filling up a bucket of water (no shower here). Then he slowly closed the door and proceeded to have his bath.
His nearly shy behavior and lack of sexual exuberance after seeing me after so many months was, to say the least, maddening.
Soon he stepped out with a towel wrapped around his torso, with a shy look on his face, and said, “The bathroom is so small and wet. One can’t change in there.”
I nodded. Then he said, “You better have bath.”
I started looking for suitable clothes for the day in my small carry bag. As I pulled out the clothes I had, he suggested, “Do you have a skirt with you?”
I did. I fished it out. He moved his head approvingly. I quickly fished out matching set of bra, panty, and matching blouse and got ready to go into the bathroom. While I was getting my clothing ready he slipped into his track suit, combed his hairs, applied some cheap after shave lotion and got himself all set for the evening.
Just as I was going in, he asked, “How much time will you take?”
“About 30 minutes, including getting dressed.”
He said, “In that case, why don’t I go out and get some food for the night and other things that we may need. And, let me lock you in, so that I can open the door and enter without disturbing you in the bath.”
He stepped out, pulled the hasp of the door and attached the padlock and I heard him walking down the steep steps.
I finished my bath and got dressed for the evening. I was combing my wet hairs (with no hair drier handy) when I heard the lock being opened. He walked in with three packets hanging from his hand.
One contained a packet of Biriyani (Rice dish), some packed snack foods, two coke bottles, a bread and two 100 gms each packs of butter.
I did not ask what the other two packets contained.
We sat around and chatted for about two hours, till it was nearly 9 30 PM. Then, he got up and took out two plastic plates and two forks and quickly laid the food out. We ate quickly, chatting all the while. As soon as we finished eating, with meticulous efficiency, he cleaned up the place and dropped all the left over food items into a plastic bag, closed the bag and dropped it into the waste bin.
We brushed our teeth and sat and chatted for a while. Once again he was on the chair and I was at the edge of the bed.
He sat on the chair, while I sat on the edge of the bed with pillows placed behind me so that I could recline and rest my back. While we sat and chatted he pulled up my feet onto his chair on his thighs and stroked them and played with them.His hand would stray upto my knees and then go down as he played with my legs. I understood that he would choose his time for going further. There was no point in my trying to force the pace. Besides I too wanted that we started our activities when we were relaxed and happy.
Once again while we chatted he stroked my feet and lower legs and massaged my feet a little. At about 9 30 PM, he got up, shut the windows, turned down the main light and lit the night lamp.
Mintu said, “I want to sit next to you”. While chatting he held my hands and kissed my hands once in while.
In all the banal talk about his life in his collage, my days in my collage, etc, he popped the question, “Khuku. You are my sister. I am your brother. Doesn’t it bother you that we are carrying on a relationship that is taboo? At least in India?”
I thought a while and said, “Actually. I don’t care who thinks what about this relationship. All I know is that I truly love you.”
“But. I love you too. And deeply at that. But, we can never get married, You know.”
“Yes. I know we have a problem. But I also know we will find a solution to our problem.”
Mintu looked at my face in that very low light and whispered, “You are a very beautiful girl, you know.”
“You think so?”
“I sincerely think so.”
Saying that, he slowly put his left arm over my shoulder and pulled me slightly onto his lap. He wrapped his right arm around me. I was reclining in his arms with my face up.
He whispered, “Take off your glasses. I want to kiss those beautiful eyes of your.”
I took off my glasses and placed them on the chair.
He kissed softly me repeatedly on my face, eyes and on my lips. I kissed him back too.
While kissing me, his left hand moved onto my blouse and commenced to agonizingly pop open the blouse hooks one by one.
For about ten seconds he tried to fumble with my bra hook. Then he whispered, “Take this off.”
I sat up, quickly undid by bra hook. While I was doing so, I suggested to him, “Why don’t you take off your top as well?”
He peeled it off and flung it away. I slowly sank back into his arms.
As I luxuriated in his affection, he slowly parted my blouse and slowly pulled up the bra from above my breasts and said, “I want to kiss these two breasts of your one by one and suck the nipples, till milk comes out of them.”
His kissing range increased from my face right till my navel till the waist band of my skirt.
He kissed me on my neck and my shoulders and all over my breasts. He licked my breasts and sucked each nipple one by one.
Soon I could feel that my pussy was welling up with juices and I suggested to him, “Why don’t we lie down together?”
He agreed and assisted me to sit up. Then he got up and walked to the second plastic bag and poured out a large quantity of jasmine flowers on that single bed and spread them over the bed.
The he picked out three packs of condoms from the last plastic bag and placed them on the chair and said, “Khuku’ take off my track suit and make me naked.”
My heart jumped at this order. I did not waster time. I pulled his track suit down and pulled his underwear off. His cock jumped out of the entrapped position. It was red and throbbing.
I gasped a little thinking what that fat and large dick would do inside me and said, “Baap rey. Eita to bheeshon bodo and mota.” (“Good God. This is really big and fat.”)
I was shivering with desire and anticipation and added, “Eita ammar moddhay deesh na. Aami moray jabo!!” (“Don’t put this inside me. It could kill me.”)
I was tempted to hold it and feel the throbbing inside it to see how much it wanted to be inside me. I tried to grasp it. He said, “Dhorish na. Ammarta beyriyey jaabey. Prothom semen tor modhhay ditey chaee.” (“Don’t touch it. I am too excited. I will come outside if you touch it. I want to release inside you.”)
He quickly spread the jasmine flowers all over the crumpled single bed. Then he said, “Tor blouse and bra ta khukey de. Tokay akkaybarey nangto chai amaar.” (“Come let me take off your blouse and bra. I want you completely naked.”
He pushed the blouse off and the bra slid down. He kissed me once each on each of my now erect nipples and slowly assisted me lie down on the bed.
I pleaded to him, “Aaaye. Aamaar pashey shuye por.” (“Come lie down with me.”)
He sat next to me on the edge of the bed and slowly lowered himself onto my face and kissed me while caressing my breasts.
A little later, he picked up some flowers from the bed and placed them on my breast and one each on each nipple and said, “Tor shathey aajkey aamee phul shojya korchee.” (“I am carrying out the traditional post wedding first night sex on a flower bed. Tonight.”) (All Bengalis would understand the precise meaning and significance of these terms).
“Lokhee shona. Amaar khoob lojja korchhcey. Aalo ta bondo koray dey.” (“Darling I am dying of shyness. Shut off the light.”)
“Na. Tui daykh, tokay kiromom koray choda hoye. Aaami alo bondo korbo na.” (No. You must see how you are fucked. I want the light to remain on.”
I shut my eyes in a sign of modesty. He placed some small jasmine flowers over my shut eye lids and said, “Chokh bondo koray thakley tui dekhbee kikoray?” (“If your eyes remain shut, how will you see what is going on?”)
He caressed my hairs and slowly lowered his target for kissing. He kissed me slowly on my stomach and inserted his tongue inside my navel and licked once. I jumped up with pleasure and hissed, “Aaaah Koreesh na.” (“Don’t do that. Aaaaaw.”)
He did that several times more and then said, “Tor skirt ta dheelay korchhee.” (” am loosening your skirt waist band.”)
He then took off the skirt hook and pulled the side zip down. MY stomach was released.
Slowly he inserted his fingers below my skirt and ran them over my now wet panty. I tried to hold his wrist and stop him from making me come so soon. He just held both my wrists and placed them over my head and said, “Haath oikhaneyee rakh.” (“Keep your hands here. Okay?”)
Then he ordered softly, “Ektoo pacchhaa ta oonchoo kor. Tor skirt ta nambiye debo.” (“Lift your buttocks up a little. I want to pull down your skirt.”)
With mock modesty I turned my face on the side and pleaded, “Naa. Koreesh na.” (“No please don’t do that.”) And yet I lifted my buttocks.
He slowly slid the skirt from below me and pulled it all the way down my ankles and flung it away.
All I now had on was my wet panty.
He then said, “Tor goodta shunkay dekhee.” (“Let me sniff your snatch.”)
He lowered his nose and sniffed and said, “Aaaah Ki shundor gondho.” (“Thais is a heady bouquet.”)
I protested like all women who dearly want to be taken, “Kee hocchhey ta kee?” (“What are you up to??!!)
He caressed my thighs and ran his fingers deftly between them right till my slit and stooped short of touching that pulsating apex of my whole being and then said, “Dekhi. Tor jangiya tao khulay dee.” (“Come let me take off that panty of yours.”)
He held both the sides and pulled it down. I could not help it. My buttocks rose and let it be peeled off. He pulled it down all the way, took it off the legs and flung it away.
I tried to cover my modesty by placing my palms over my slit. He let me. Then he picked up some more flowers and slowly strew them onto my down turned palms and said, “Tor good ta key ami phool die dhekay dichhee.” (“Let me decorate your pussy with flowers.”)
Saying that he firmly held my wrists and placed them back above my head and said, “Haath eikhaei thaka ucheet. Aaar neechey anbee na.” (“Your hands should remain here. Don’t you bring them down.”) That was a terse order.
He then placed more flowers on my bush and started to caress the pussy from over the flowers. After playing with me for a while he softly said, “Paa dutoe ektoo phaak kor.” (“Part your legs a little.”)
When I did not respond, he held my knees and parted my right leg a little away and started to insert flower stems into my crack.
A few times the flower stems tickled my clit and I hissed, “Aaaaah. Koreesh naa.” (“Don’t do that. Aaaaaw. Oooooh.”)
It did not take much longer for him to get up and slowly part both my legs wide and place himself between them and slowly lower his face closer to my crotch and sniff the parted cunt.
He started to kiss me all over my mound. I could not take it any more and I pleaded, “Phaak koray cheytey dey.” (“Part me an lick me. Please.”)
With both his hands he parted my slit wide apart and licked my slit once. An electric shock passed through my whole body and I convulsed with pleasure.
As he did that, he suddenly said, “Khuku. Aaamee are thamatey paarchhee naa. Amaar bandata kheechey dey.” (“Khuku. I can’t hold back any more. Please just release me.”)
I lowered my hands down and held his cock and pulled back his foreskin and shagged it just three or four times. He stiffened and let out a loud grunt and released his spunk squirt after squirt. The first squirt came all the way onto my face. The bulk of it fell onto my belly.
He said, “Sorry. Aami aar thamatey paarlam naa.” (“Sorry I was far too excited. I couldn’t stop it from coming out.”)
“Shona. Aami jaani. Keechchoo hoye nee. Ayee baarey tooee onyek lomba time choodtey paarbee.” (“Darling. Nothing so bad has happened. I understand. Now you will be able to have a longer fuck with me.”)
I caressed his balls and pulled him near me and hugged him closely. The spunk got smeared all over my and his torso.
Shortly, he rolled over to the side and rued the loss of sperm outside of my pussy. I propped myself up and kissed him on his face and said, “Dey. Tor baada ta kay aamee chooshey khada korchhee.” (“Come let me suck you dick up.”)
I lowered my mouth onto his dick and pulled the foreskin back and licked and sucked it.
As I sucked it and caressed his balls, his dick was up again. I knew that this time he would not need to be relieved. And that he would not suffer the guilt of a pre mature ejaculation. As his dick stirred up to its full regalia, I knew that the same fat and large dick would now plough through my pussy.
He changed his position and became aggressive and started to kiss me and fondle my breasts. As he caressed my body, he ran his fingers through my parted lips of my pussy and said, “Aeetaa to aakebarey bheejay gachey.” (“This pussy is completely wet.”)
He suddenly tried to get up from the bed and fish out the condom. I stopped him and said, “Aaamakey tuee condom naa porayee choodtey parish.” (“You can now fuck me without the condom.”)
He protested, “Naa. Tuee pregnant hoye jaabee.” (“No. That can make you pregnant.”)
“Na hobeynaa. Tooee aashbee bolay aamee pill khetey aarombho karay niyechchee.” (“No I can’t become pregnant. Since you were to be in Kolkata, I went on the pill.”)
Hearing this he realized how horny I was and how obsessed I was to get fucked by him. He rolled over and climbed onto me. I parted my legs wide and slowly lowered my hands to part my pussy lips with one hand and guide his dick with the other.
He needed no more invitation. He lowered his dick. It touched my pussy. I guided the tip onto my mouth of my pussy and hissed, “Joray maar. Amaar goodey jorey maar.” (“Give me a hard push and fuck my pussy – hard.”)
He mounted me in the missionary position. That one push inserted the cock right till my womb. I screamed, “Aaamakey choodey dey. Aaa –aa-aa makey chod. Jorey chod.” (“Fuck me hard. Fuck me.”)
He started pumping the dick in and out rapidly and went on saying, “Tokay aamee bhaaloe baashee. Fuck you baby. Fuck you. Aaaaah.” (“I love you. Fuck you baby. Fuck you.)
I was too hot and primed up to last tlonga nd he had already ejaculayed once, so I came very quickly, while he was pumping away. “Aaaamee aashchchee. Aaaaaa. Oooooh. Maa. Thama. Are chudeesh naa.” (“I am coming. Darling. I am coming. Stop. Don’t fuck any more. Stop. Please stop.”)
But he would not stop. Like a machine he went on and my pussy got no time to plateau out and broke into the next small and quick orgasm.
All I could do is to make the womanly pleadings, “Please. Are choodish naa. Lokhee shona. Aaaaah. Oooooh.” (“Please stop. Don’t fuck any more. Please. Darling stop.”)
May be in three minutes, he came. His head went up is sheer ecstasy as he released his smaller streams of sperm inside my pussy. I could feel the warm liquid inside me and his ecstatic crying out, “Khuku. Khuku. Aaaah. Aaaah. Hmmmmm.”
Soon he collapsed onto me and we lay together clasped in coital happiness. He kissed me on my face and my eyes and I kissed him back. We behaved like a young couple, deeply in love with each other.
His flaccid dick was still embedded inside me and my legs were around his waist. We stopped panting for breath.
Some time later, he slowly lifted his torso up. I released the grasp of my thighs and he slowly raised his dick out. As it came out from my very sensitive pussy I yelped, “Aaaaeee.”
He rolled over to my side and assisted me to place my face over his chest and he wrapped his arms around me and said, “Ayeto bhaloe choda aagye hoye nee toe.” (“This was an unprecedented pleasure. How come?”)
“Condom thaakley aatoe bhaalo laagey naa.” (“With a condom you never get the real fuck.”) I said.
We kissed each other on the face, as if to say, thank you.
He said, “Khukmoni. Aami tokay aaro anyak bar chudbo.” (“Khukumoni. I want to fuck you may more times.”)
I whispered back, “Ayee good ta tor. Jokhon eechchaa. Joto baar eechcha tui amaakey chod.” (“This pussy is your. Just fuck me when you like. As many times as you like.”)
I don’t know when we dropped off to sleep in each other’s arms.
I was woken up at about 4 in the morning. He was awake and was kissing me on my eyes. I stirred and asked, “Kee ray. Kee chaee.” (“Darling anything you want?”)
“Tokay abaar chudbo.” (“I want to fuck you again. Now.”)
I did not answer. I just co-operated. While he continued to arouse me with his kisses and his touch and fondling, my hand brushed his dick and I felt it was up and hard.
When I was hot and steaming, he got up and pulled me up and said, “Chol tokay aamee kukurer moton chudbo ebarey.” (“Get up. I will now fuck Rockygy style”)
That bed was not firm enough. He threw the pillow on the floor and made me get on all my fours and took position behind like a Rocky and said, “Haramjadee kukur. Tokay kukurer moton choodtey hobay.” (“You hot bitch. You have to be fucked like a Rocky now.”)
As his hard dick passed between my legs he started to knead my breast with his left hand and his right hand went right into my open slit from around my waist. He parted the slit with his fingers and slowly placed the tip of his cock on my open mouthed pussy and gave one push.
The hard and fat cock just pumped in.
The impact of the entry was strong. I tripped over and my face fell on the pillow with my buttocks high up in the air. I screamed out, “Aaaah Ooooh Ma.” (“Ooooh Mother.”)
First he fucked like a human being with slow long strokes. As he got hot, he hissed, “Goodboti maagee. Nay ebarey tui kukurer moton jorey chudiye dyakh.” (“Your pussy. Hot bitch. See what a quick fuck does to your pussy.”)
With that he broke into fast and rapid fucking action like Rockys mount their bitches.
I could only make noises like, “Hnnnn. Aaaaa. Eeeeee. Hnnnnn.”
He was telling me, “Kuttia. Haramjaadee. Mara. Tor good ta maaraa.” (“Bitch. Get fucked. Get fucked.”)
I exhorted him to treat my clit harder, “Amaar hishi takey chimtee kaat.” (“Pinch my clit.”)
He was pinching my clit and squeezing by breasts and pumping me from behind.
It did not take long before, he was shouting, “Oooooh. Aaaah Hnnnn. Amee aaashchee.”
We did not come together, but I came equally strongly, a little later.
We collapsed on the floor and lay together for while, panting with the exertion. His dick embedded inside my pussy.
After about ten minutes, we disentangled and he picked me up and placed me on the bed and lay next to me.
He said, “Tokay choodtay amaar khoob bhalo lagey.” (“I love fucking you.”)
We kissed each other and luxuriated in love for about half an hour.
Then we fell asleep in each other’s arms.