Bab 3551: SEDUCING MY COUSIN BROTHER
My first cousin, Mintu, lived in Delhi. He was 17 and was completing his senior school. He was a good student. His Dad suggested that he appear for entrance exams for the BE Collage in Kolkata as well, apart from a myriad other exams. Since they were of a modest background, on the appointed date, they traveled by three tier non air-conditioned train from Delhi to Howrah station.
My Mother was Mintu's Dad's own sister. So, we called him Mamababu. I lived in Kolkata with my parents and two brothers. One older and the other younger.
Since we met after long intervals of time, we really knew each other through social get togethers, such as family weddings etc.
My Dad was a Senior executive in a large company and was endowed with reasonable wealth. At that point of time, my family was the only one who could offer to pick Mintu and Mamababu from the station.
Since I was not too good in studies and more interested in meeting people and being nice in the traditional Bengali sense, I was dispatched by my Mother to the station with the car and bring them home for their trip.
The car. Any Indian would know what the Ambassador car was like. It was nothing but the Morris Oxford model of 1950s of UK.
When the train arrived and I saw them alighting from the train in the heat and dust, I proceeded to be near them and did pronaam to Mamababu and insisted that Mintu did pronaam (Indian salutation of bowing down and touching the feet of the elder) to me. (I am only four months senior to Mintu in age) MIntu totally refused and said "Ja. Bhag. Tokay. Aaar pronaam? Maatha kharaap?" ("Go get lost. Touching your feet? I am not out of my mind!!")
In the bumpy journey back from the station to their house in Ballygunj, Mamababu sat in the front seat and Mintu and I sat in the back seat and chatted all the way. Talking nineteen to the dozen. There was a little bit of my teasing each other that is traditional between siblings. He made comments about my weird old world glasses. I retaliated by pinching him on his arm. When he got more and more hysterical about my hair style, clothes and everything else, I complained, "Mamababu. Dakho naa, Mintu jaa taa bolchey." (Uncle. Please intercede. He is trifling me around!!")
Mamababu simply ignored the complaint or just said, "Toomadyer bhai boner baypaar. Aaami aar kee korbo?" ("It is a matter between a brother and sister. What do I do about it?"
Soon enough we reached home. The visitors went in for their bath and soon were served a sumptuous meal of bhaat, daal, chochodi, chhechki, kopeer torkari and rooee maachcher paatlaa jhoul. Followed by rosogolla.
Soon after the meal was over, Mamababu ordered Mintu, "Jao. Pordtey bosho." ("Go in and start studying.")
He went in and did exactly that.
Two days later the exam was over. Mintu was not too satisfied with his performance. Mamababu was outright angry. He complained to my Mother, "Shyama. Ki kori bol toe? Pora shuno korey naa." ("Shyama. This boy does not study. What do we do??")
The next tree days were pure holiday at home. Mamababu and my Mom sat out in the open balcony and chatted and joked and laughed. I went into the guest room or invited Mintu into my room and chatted. Sooner than later, the main topic was whether I have any boyl friend and likewise, whether he has any girl friend.
(And by the way, in the Bengali context, the word friend in this situation means a lot more than friend. It truly means who you may hold hands with, steal an occasional kiss and talk to possible life long coupling. If the boy is very lucky and aggressive, may be, he will be able to feel her breasts and kiss her on her breasts. And if he is terribly aggressive and lucky, he may be able to slip his hand into her blouse and feel her breasts. All without taking the blouse off.)
I really did not have any 'boy friend'. He insisted she too had no 'girl friend'. (Though I believed otherwise. Besides, he was gangly and nearly mis-shapen. In so far as I was concerned, I was well 'developed', whatever that means.
During this period of time, I got into the habit of pinching him wherever he had any disagreement on any matter, while he would simply tickle my flanks in the waist region and I would jump up. Within these few days, we had become close to each other and did not mind one touching the other. Though in the context of conservative Bengali homes, this is not easily workable.
Soon they returned back to Delhi and awaited the results of Mintu's attempts to enter one college or the other.
Within two months we got to know that he had got an admission notice from the prestigious IIT in Kharagpur. On the 28th of April MIntu left home and proceeded for life in the hostels of IIT. In Kolkata again I picked him up. Mintu stayed two nights in our home and then boarded the local train from Kolkata to go to Kharagpur.
All through the nights of those two days, we chatted under the mosquito net.
Clearly, that much of matter never exists for chatting that much. And inexorably the topic wavered back to girl friend and boy friend. In that close space lying close to each other, we got physically close.
I must confess that several times during the 6 hour chat sessions, his hand may have strayed over my body. Likewise my hands definitely brushed his several times. But that did not appear to be important or exciting. During this short stay, Mintu mentioned to me, under intense pressure from me that he indeed had a girl friend. That did it. I launched into asking him if he had ever kissed her or done anything else with her.
Again through the course of his stay and the endless chatting he conceded that he had indeed kissed her in the stair well of their multi storied block of flats. No matter how much I asked he would not say any more. May be there was not too much to tell either!!
He too wanted to know whether I had concealed my liaisons. I insisted I had never touched a man leave aside meet him and do anything else. And let me assure the reader that was an accurate statement. In the conservative world of well to do Bengali families, we girls are too protected and practically not permitted to meet men, if it is left to parents. Many girls do manage to slip that cordon and have affaires. But I still had not had any liaison, leave aside an affaire.
But Mintu cross questioned me as to if I had a boy friend, whether I would like my boy friend to kiss me hard or softly. Or whether normal girls liked to be dominated and forced into having a 'physical relationship.'
Before leaving for Kharagpur, we promised to each other that we would write to each other regularly.
In the months that followed, our letters to each other slowly became more and more frequent and increasingly open and started discussing sex pretty openly. Though sexual terms used were, to put it mildly, very conservative.
In the month of January two years later, (by then I was 19 and half years old and well into the age of legal consent as per Indian law) after my mid term exams, we as a family, without my Father that we would drive to Digha for a holiday at the sea resort. I asked my Mother whether I should ask Mintu to come along. She agreed and asked me to write to him and find out. I wrote to him that our entire family would be driving to Digha and would like to pick him up on the way to Digha so that he too could have a holiday with us.
After ensuring that his parents had sanctioned his trip, he agreed to go along with us. I wondered how we (four from our family and Mintu and one driver) would fit into that 'Ambassador' car!!!
In any case, it is pretty normal in India to pile into a small car and suffer the squeeze. The day arrived. Our car swung into IIT. We reached his hostel. He had packed a small over-nighter. We piled in and managed to shut the door of the car and off we trundled to Digha with no stops in between to try and reach before dusk.
I was in the front seat with Mintu sandwiched between the driver and me. I had joked with him several times, with a hushed voice and meaningful glances that if she sat next to the driver, "Oee lok ta, gear change kortay giye aaar kitcchhoo tey haat diyedebay to?" (While trying to work on the floor shift gear stick, if I am next to the driver, he may try and touch something else.")
When I said that the first time, he looked at me in amazement. I was bordering on risqué language. So he answered back, "Aaar ammar ki hobey?" (Then what will happen with me?")
Without waiting a second, I retorted, "Tor ki? Oi lok ta bhab-bey jey o, gear change korechhey. Are ki??" (So what? The driver will think he has changed gears, while he would have shifted something else")
When the rattle trap of that car was moving the bumpy roads, we had to hold our bones together. In order that he could remain seated, he had to extend his right arm over the flat back rest.
Each time the driver shifted the gear, I would glance at him and smile and whisper, "Ki. Rey. Dhorey naye nee to?" ("Hey. What. Did he hold 'that' by mistake?")
Once he suddenly answered back, "Jodi atoee bhoyer pabaar hoye, to tui bachieye raakh." ("It this is a matter of this kind of concern, you should protect 'it' for me.")
I responded with, "Theek aachey. Ami tai korbo." ("Okay. I guess I will have to help you in protecting that.")
During the next ten minutes, once or twice I let my right hand stray and placed my palm over Mintu's crotch, not touching, in mock protection. And I said, "Daaakh. Amaar bhaier jinish ta kay aami bachieye rakhcchhi. Tor girl friender jonney." ("Notice this. I am protecting my brother assets from attack just to please your girl friend.") Clearly, Mintu was embarrassed and said, "Kee Hocchhey ta kee? Oi lokta dekhchhey." ("What are you up to? That man can see what you are doing!!")
Once, while the car was turning, he was about to fall over on to the driver. I asked, "Tui ki driverer uporey dholey podbee nakee. Jaani na baba. Tor ki ichhey?" (Will you now fall all over the driver? I don't know about your propensity for mischief.")
He asked back, "Taaholey kee dhoree bol?" (In that case what do I hold onto?")
I answered back, "Amaar kandhey haat diye raakh." ("Put your hand over my shoulder.")
He did exactly that. The finger tips were dangling close to my heaving breasts. I am certain, his must have brushed my breasts a few times over about half an hour. I was worried that on noticing that he may pull out his hand and shrug me off. But, fortunately he did not. May be he did not notice.
Clearly, as the journey progressed, we had not only become good friends, but physically close too. Meaning, we had reduced the area of personal control, as defined by Alan Paese in 'Body Language'. Again, in the Indian context, that was pretty much, on the border of relationships, even between brothers and sisters.
Soon we reached Digha. Quickly we unloaded all the bags etc. We all visited the bathroom by turns. And with increased haste, we rushed to the sea front to view the evening. It was truly enchanting.
Being a Bengali girl, I was wearing a Tangaiil cotton saree with a wide red and green border. The body of the saree was bright yellow. I had a red blouse with its hooks in the back (somehow I liked the hooks in the back) with 'Mangia' sleeves. (Bengalis would understand that short sleeve.) The neck line was cut, but not too low. I was wearing leather slippers.
In atleast my home, I wasn't permitted to wear a swim suit. So, when we decided, immediately on reaching the small dingy hotel to leave for the beach, my Mother told me, "Joley tumi beshi jeyo na. Bujhey chho?" (Don't wade in too deep a level. Do you understand?")
On reaching the beach, Mintu and my two brothers took off their loose trousers and emerged with their swim gear. My two brothers had swimming trunks on. While Mintu was wearing white sports shorts.
We walked to the beach. It had reasonable waves hitting the shore. I took off my slippers on the soft sand beach and held them by the straps. All I could do was to be near my Mother and hitch my saree up, by about 6 inches and enjoy the shattered waves run over my bare feet.
I could see, Mintu and my two brothers enjoying in the water. Jumping up as the wave came in and going under and swimming a bit and laughing.
Soon enough, it got dark and my Mother sent out a call, "Tomra beriey asho." (Come. Come out of the water.")
They picked up their dry clothes and we walked back to the hotel room. My saree bottom was dripping with water.
On reaching back, they went in to change into pajamas to retire for bed and strung up their wet clothes for drying and I too went in a slipped into along night dress, called 'Maxi', in the Bengali context.
My elder brother was dispatched to fetch some food from nearby road side eateries. We all munched up the dismal content of the eating matter. Gulped down Coke instead of water, to avoid diarrhea and washed up for the evening.
My elder brother commented at dinner, "These two are whispering and talking the whole night!! What do they talk?? So much??"
I laughed it off saying, "Tomaar to kono bondhui nei. Aaami amaar bhaier shatthey golpo korchi. Taatey tomaar ki?" ("You have no friends anywhere. I am chatting with my brother. Why does that bother you?")
Soon it was bed time. Again I ensured that Mintu was inside my mosquito net and we could 'chat' the whole night.
I decided that Mintu's ascetic behavior and his endless gentlemanly act had to be broken. So, I launched into risqué conversation. I teased, "Hai rey. Toor shorts ta eirokom phuley chhilo kanoe?" (Why were your shorts having a bulge in the front?)
Mintu naturally grunted and said, "Ki bolchhish tui na?" ("What shit is that?")
I had a burning feeling below my navel and I wondered why I was feeling so restless. The greasy feeling between my legs. The crack between my legs was welling up with juices. All woman will understand what I mean.
I took the conversation one step ahead and whispered, "Torta ki khada hoey gachilo?" ("Was you dick on the hop?") He answered after much prodding, "Hai To ki korbo bol?" ("Yes. So? So what?")
"Keechu na!!" ("Nothing. Just keep it up.")
As the hours went bye, the burning sensation between my legs grew and I could nearly feel the juices dripping down the crotch. In order that I could get 'man' handled, which I dearly needed by then, I asked, "Tell me. How do you kiss your girl friend?"
Mintu said, "How can I describe it?"
"Okay. Theek aacchey. Amaakey chumu kheye dakha." (Okay. Kiss me and show me how you kiss her.")
Mintu was pretty uncomfortable. But relented and planted one anemic kiss on my cheek.
I commented, "Baaas. Eita tore chumu?" ("Is that your kiss?)
My crotch was burning with an unknown feeling of turmoil and I wondered if he too was feeling the urge to relieve himself from this discomfiture. I was truly restless.
I said, "Thhhaam. Tokay aami dakhachhi. Chumu khawa jineesh ta ki." (Wait. Let me demonstrate what a kiss ought to be.")
I kissed him on his face and once on his lips and left off and said, "Kee ray. Moja ailoe?" (Did you feel the pleasure that is due?")
Now I could feel that Mintu's ascetic reluctance was breaking down. I was breaking into his male fortress and the dam of passion was boiling in him too.
He kissed me back. This time passionately on my lips and on my face and eyes.
When he stopped he said, "Aita kirokom holoe?" ("How was this performance?")
I was amazed at the sheer strength of his arms and the positive feeling from those kisses.
My crotch was on fire. Yet, we were inside the hotel room. All I could do was to remain restless and want more kisses.
I said, "Aaar ektoo joray chumu khetey hobay. Chhedey dish na. Aaroe chumu kha." ("Be stronger and more insistent. Don't let off the pressure and flow.")
Mintu launched himself into a shower of kisses onto my face and lips and eyes. He wrapped his powerful arms around my torso and pulled me into her grip and kissed strongly and positively.
I wanted to move into the next gear. I told him, "Tor jeeb ta amaar mukher modhhey dieye de." ("Do some French kissing.")
Mintu was a quick learner. I could feel the nectar of his mouth flowing into my mouth and I was trembling with desire. I wondered why he was not reading my state of excitement. Even in that crowded hotel if he decided I would simply give him my prized virginity. But he was still being a restrained gentlemen.
Realizing that I had to make all the moves to seduce him, while he was kissing me now, non-stop, I slid my hand over his crotch. I could feel the large and strong and erect dick of his through his underwear below his pajamas.
When he stopped to relax me before launching himself into more kissing, I asked him, "Tor baada ta toe akyebarey khadaa hoeye aachey." (Your dick is strong and erect.")
He answered, "Ki kori bol. Khaadai thakbey. Eitakaay boshabaar jonnie jaa kortay hobay ta to kara jaye naa." ("What can I do about that? What I need to do to make it subside can't be done here.")
I decided to get naughty and make him realize that the taboo of incest was making the relationship more exciting and said, "Tui neejer Didi kay chumu khacchheesh and tor baada khadaa hoye jaachchey." ("You are kissing your own cousin sister and getting a huge erection.")
Mintu did not say anything.
I added, "Tui neejer Didi bhebey ammakay aador kor. Aaaro aaador kor." (Love me. Love me more. Like your cousin sister deserves to be loved.")
He kissed me more. But avoided going down to my breasts or feeling by butt or feeling my slit from over my maxi.
I whispered to him, "Tui amaar maaiye chumu khaabi na?" ("Won't you kiss my boobs?")
He said, "Joto tuku exposed aachey shekhanei chumu khabo." ("I will kiss only that part which is exposed.")
It almost appeared to be loss of woman power.
It was nearly 4 AM. I suggested to him that perhaps we should sleep a while.
Soon he was sleeping. I remained awake, very keen to see what a man's dick looked like. Not one of little children. Non performing assets, I slowly propped my self on my elbow, looked around and pulled the cord of his pajamas and slowly pulled the elastic band of his underwear and took out his half erect dick.
I lowered my self onto it and kissed the tip. I could feel the strong smell of pre cum on his dick. I stuck out my tongue and with one small flick picked out the pre cum and licked it off.
My head was racing with desire and the adventure I was having. Yet, I too dropped off to sleep.
Next morning, the routine was same. Breakfast followed by bath etc. When I went in for my bath I inspected my self. My breast appeared a little swollen, the nipples flared and amber. My pussy was puffy with the juices having stewed it the whole night.
When I tried to soap my slit, I felt it was raw and the clit hood was truly sensitive to touch. I realized, what I needed was a very good fuck, And this Mintu had set my loins on fire. I wanted him. I needed him.
Mintu once again got into a pair of white shorts and then slid a loose trouser on top. My brothers too got into their swim gear and got ready. I got into a cotton saree. Crisp and freshly laundered and starched.
Soon we were at the beach again. We started frolicking in the water. My Mother was screaming from the back ground with announcements of what could happen to us if we were not careful.
I had to hitch my saree to knee height. When the waves hit, I would have to grab Mintu's hand and try to balance myself. In that physical activity, there was a lot of touching, grabbing and his hand brushed my breasts several times. Each time it did so I felt an electric shock passing down my brain right down into my crotch.Once when I was falling, he stopped me and I could feel the male strength in his arms and dreamt how it could be if he caught me like a prey in a bears arms, when all you can do is to get eaten. May be, he will hold me hard and strip menaced, fighting and scratching and protesting and make love to me royally.
Soon it was lunch time. While we were proceeding towards the hotel back for lunch, I took a detour to ostensively buy some face cream. I walked across to the small chemist store. Bought myself a pack of sanitary packs (to put out doubts if any in my Mother's mind) and one tube of antiseptic cream and one pack of six ultra thin condoms. I wanted to take no risks. Just in case, Mintu gets going he would ravish me. And an unwanted pregnancy, that too with a cousin would be blasphemous.
After lunch as we walked back to the beach, I asked Mintu, "How does one have a sea bath any way. You know what I mean. My Mom is yelling al the time against my having bath."
Mintu was clever. He suggested, "Just fall down into the water. You can slip and fall isn't it?"
Lunch break.
After two hours went into water again. Frolicked.
I thought to myself, "I have got to get wet. Then my Mother would start screaming that I should go back to the hotel and change immediately. I can ask Mintu to escort me back. Then I have a good chance of getting my sexual needs met."
I could not think of any method by which I could get wet quickly well before it was sunset. I decided to ask Mintu as to how I could bathe in the sea with my mother around.
When I asked, Mintu immediately said, "Just fall down. Your Mother can not stop you from falling down!!"
I thought to myself, "What a great idea." I realized that I was so deeply immersed in my sexual desire and attending to the fire that Mintu had raised in my loins, I had stopped thinking and was getting dumb.
I walked into mid calf deep water, waited for a small wave to come and made it appear that I slipped and fell into the water.
My Mother saw that and raised a shrill reprimand and Mintu rushed to help me. He quickly pulled me up. I stood there, dripping with seas water. My cotton saree messed up and clinging to my body. I was looking like sexy rat dipped in water.
My Mother was upset. She yelled at me, "Go back to the hotel and change. I had told you not to go into the water. Now who will go back with you and attend to your silliness??"
I murmured to her, "I will ask Mintu to come along with me."
"Okay. Mintu. Could you please go along with this silly sister of yours and let her change? And Khuku. Please do not come back to the beach. You stay back there. You are only trouble for all of us."
That is exactly what I hoped she would do.
Mintu walked back with me to the hotel. As we neared the door of the room, I looked around, saw that there was no one nearby. I suggested to Mintu, "Why don't you sweep me up into your arms and take me in? As you would take your girl friend into the bed room?"
Mintu simply scoped me into his arms and pushed the door open and took me inside and placed me on the bed. I gestured to him to shut and lock the door.
He shut the door. I then fished out a new bra, blouse, petticoat and saree. Mintu said, "Let me step out. You can change."
I said, "No. No. I can change with you around. There is nothing secret that I have which no other girl has." I un-wrapped the dripping saree and dropped it to the floor. Then I unhooked the blouse from behind my back and then the clasp of my bra. I faced away from Mintu and peeled off these garments and dropped them to the floor. I knew he was ogling me. I asked, "So what the naked back look like? Sexy?"
He answered, "That is great. But that bra has made a mark on your midriff."
I picked up the dry petticoat and took it over my head and held it with my teeth over my torso. I pulled out the drawstring of my wet petticoat and let is drop.
While I hoped he would step forward and grab me, making me drop the dry petticoat and rendering me totally naked, he was too much of a gentleman. He didn't do that.
I quickly got dressed. He picked up my blouse and bra and sniffed them and said, "That smells real nice."
I asked, "Why. You have never smelt a woman?"
He shook his head to signify "No."
"Do you want to?"
"Yes."
I was facing him. I could see the huge bulge at his crotch.
I asked, "Kee rey. Ota abaar khada hoye gachhey naaki? Bon kay dekhey?"
He blushed and said nothing. I added, "Tui jodi akta mayekey shunktay chaash, ami tokay shuktey deboy aaj rateeray. Aei blouse ta chhhad. Akto janto may eke shukay dakh." ("If you want to smell a woman, leave all these clothes alone. I will let you smell a real life woman tonight, directly.")
Mintu said, "Tai naa kee? Aasto maye kay shokajabey?" ("Is that so? Can I smell the whole woman?")
I nodded with a naughty smile.
He asked me, "Tui kono byata cheley kay shukay chhish?" ("Have you ever smelt a man.")
I answered that smelling them in the bus with their sweat etc was not what I wanted to do.
We stayed in the hotel for the rest of the time. With us kissing and petting each other.
Night fell and the routine of chatting under the mosquito net again came about.
By 1 in the morning we had kissed enough and then I decided that he had to see my upper body naked and I wanted him to atleast kiss and suck my breast, in spite of his gentlemanly behavior.
I suggested to him, "Shunkbee?"
He said "Hain." ("Yes.")
He sniffed me like dog all over making all efforts to avoid touching my crotch. Much that I raised it a little bit to make him sniff my snatch.
While smelling me up, his elbow hit my temple and I was hurt a little.
In order to ease my (very minor pain) he kissed me on my temple and suggested that I must be feeling better. I agreed with him and continued with the kissing each other and caressing each other's face and neck.
The kissing became more and more passionate.
As he was devouring my face and neck and eyes with his kisses, I whispered, "Amaar maaeeye chumu khabie na?" ("Wont you kiss my breasts?")
He whispered back, "Jaa tui khola rakhchchish, shekhanei chumu khaabo." ("I will kis only what you have kept exposed.")
"Taar maney tor girl friend kay nijei nangto hotay hobey na ki?" ("That means you want your girl friend dot strip herself down for you.")
When we stopped for some time, I asked, "Tui tor girl friender maii tipeesh ni?" ("Have you fondled your girl friend's breasts or not?")
He shook his head and indicated "No".
I said, "Shey ki ray. O to nishchoi bhabchey jey tui akta gobyate." ("Shit man. She will think that you are an ass hole, not taking her breasts and caressing them.")
I realized that my strategy to make him tear my clothes off would not work. I suggested to him, "Ne amaar maxi to khulay nay. Maii tey haat diye dakh kirokom laagey." ("Okay. Why don't you pull down my maxi and feel my breasts and see what it is like.")
With that I unbuttoned the maxi and pulled it down. I un-hooked the bra and let my breasts free.
I caught his hands and placed them over my bare breasts.
He felt them. I felt a shiver pass down his body. He gasped and rolled his eyes back and whispered, "Keee jineesh Oooooh. Ki shundor. Aar creamy. Oooooh." ("Wow. What beauty. They are so creamy and soft.")
I could see his hip was nearly moving back and forth to mock a ravishing. He was nearly ecstatic. He pinned me down and showered kisses on my breast one by one.
He licked them one by one and then sucked each nipple.
Soon I had one small orgasm. When I shuddered with the orgasm, he asked, "Does it hurt?"
I answered back, "No no. I love it."
When we took a breather, I asked him, "How do you like it?"
He answered, "Good God. That is nearly heavenly."
After some time of rest he popped a question to me, "Last night did you pull my pajama down?"
I answered, "Hain. Aaami akta purush manusher khada baada dekhtey chaichilam." ("Yes. I wanted to see what a grown erect dick.")
He said, "You are naughty. Aren't you?"
She said, "I kissed it too."
"What. Inst it dirty?"
"No. It was lovely. I loved its smell too!"
I hugged him and kissed him back and said, "Tokay amaar good akdeen dakhabo. Theek acchey? Shodh Bodh hoye galo." ("I promise to let you see my pussy one day. That will make us quits.")
We kissed each other and went to sleep.
The morning routine was no different next day. But I suggested to my Mother, that I may like to just walk in the palm plantations near the beach and not get into water. That I will take Mintu along for safety.
My Mother was relieved.
Soon all the rest were at the beach and I ensured that Mintu came along to the breach for a walk. The moment we reached the beach, I suggested to Mintu, "Eikhaney tui joto joray chumu khetey chash, kheye nay. Aaami eikhaney eshay ammader golpo korar bondobosto koraychchi." ("I arranged for us to come to this place so that we could kiss as much as we liked and rolled on the ground with nothing to stop us.")
Mintu simply grabbed me and wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on my face and said, "Tokay aami nangto koray shunkbo." ("I will strip you completely naked and smell you all over."
I had to ask him to take it easy. I suggested that he take off my blouse and play with my breasts. Some body may come any time.
He did exactly that. He took off my blouse and bra and kissed my breasts and sucked them and squeezed them and swooned with pleasure.
When we were lying on the sand and kissing he asked me, "What kind of treatment do women like when they are to be enjoyed?"
I said, I know what I like.
He asked, "Such as?"
I told him between his kisses, "Amaakey jor koray dhoray chumu kheye, maai teepey jodi keu ador koray taholay khoob bhaloe laagbey. " (I would like you to catch me and kiss me hard. Don't take pity on me. Force my wrist back and kiss me. I want to fight you. You force me and kiss me. Kiss me by force. That is how you should treat me.")
On hearing this Mintu started to hold my wrists down on the sand and devour my upper torso with kisses, bites and licking and sucking.
I ensured that soon he was lying on top of me. I signaled to him by trying to raise my pussy, as if to throw him off.
He fought back. I parted my legs, restrained by my saree.
Mintu started to French kiss me and started pounding my pussy from above my saree, as if fucking me. I could feel his hard dick curled up in his underwear, straining inside to get out and get his pussy.
Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist raising my saree up.
I had a shattering orgasm and I cried out, "Aaaahj. Ooooh. Aaaaeeee. Ma. Ma. I Love it. Joray thukay jaa."
After a few minutes of thrashing around in orgasmic pleasure I calmed down and told him, Aaamr akta orgasm hoyechchey." ("I just had an orgasm")
He kept quiet.
I suggested to him, "Mintu aami kit or hishi taa kay ektu relax koriye dee?" ("Mintu, should I relieve your dick?"
"Maaney?" ("Meaning?")
"Tokay aami kheechey debo." ("I will masturbate you.")
He shook his head and said, "Aami kheechi na.". ("I don't masturbate.")
It was getting late. We realized that if we are too late a recovery party will be dispatched. So we started back.
That night, we lay next to each other and sniffed each other. I was luxuriating in post orgasmic pleasure. After initial kissing, I suggest to him that we get into the 69 position.
I told him, "Tui amaar good ta kay shukay daakh. Aaami tor baada ta kay shukay dekhchchi." (You can sniff my snatch while I smell your dick.")
I caressed his hard and curled up dick inside his pajama and sniffed it and showered kisses on the dick from over the pajama.
He buried his nose between my legs and took deep breaths.
I slowly gathered my maxi and petticoat up and let it hitch above my groin.
He could see my bush. I suggested to him, "Jaa ichchaa kor aitakay niye." ("Do what you like.")
Softly and caressingly he ran his fingers through my bush and slowly parted my pussy lips and ordered, "Paa phaak kor. Ammakey tor phaank kora goood dekhtey dey." ("Part your legs and let me see the pussy lips wide open.")
I made it appear that I was reluctant. But I was enjoying it. I parted my legs as far as I could.
He dipped his nose in between my slit and breathed in hard. And said, "Aaah. Bhalo gondho." ("Real nice – pussy bouquet.")
He kissed me on the slit and appeared not to exactly know where the clit was located. He licked over the slit and played with my tit bit, form where I piss.
As he has playing with my tit bit, he asked, "Eita Kee? Eikhanthekay tui hishi korish." ("What is this meat? Do you piss from this?)
I moaned and said, "Yes."
While he was at it, I pulled his pajama cord and pulled his underwear down. His large fat dick sprang out, erect and wanting pussy.
We knew that this was not the place or time to make love. So I kissed the dick and sucked it a little bit and started to masturbate him. He stopped me and turned around and said, "Aaami kheechee na. Aaami tokay akdeen choodbo." ("I don't want to shag. I will fuck you one day.")
I knew he was ready to fuck me. And fuck me hard.
He was about to catch me, strip me completely naked and fuck me there and then. I had to cool his ardor and tell him, "Lokhee shona. Eikhaney chudish na. Aami tokay choodtey debo. Eikhaney naa. Ammader jetey hobey." ("Dear darling. Please don't fuck me here and now. I will give you my pussy. But not here and now. We have to go back,")
He is a sweet chap. He agreed. He kissed me many times on my pussy and then made me sit up. He sucked his fingers as if he was having remnants of a candy he liked. He said, "Tor good ta besh mishtee." ("Your pussy is really sweet.")
We got our clothes back in order and lay next to each other for a while.
He asked, "Jokhon baada ta goooder modhey jaye tokhon ki mayeder baytha hoye?" ("When the dick goes into the pussy does it cause pain to girls?")
"Na. Khoob bhalo laagey. Ammadero climax hoye." ("No silly. We love it. We climax too.")
He asked, "Tui kobay choodbi?" ("When will you get fucked?")
"Tokay kalkay chudbo. Lokhi shona ammar. Aami jaani tor koshto hocchhey. Ki kori bol?" ("I will fuck you tomorrow. Darling. I know you are hot and wanting but I have to take care of not getting caught!!!")
He kept quiet.
Soon it was too late. We went to sleep.
Next morning I suggested to my Mother that since this was the last day in Digha and I was tired, I would like to stay back in the hotel room and chat with Mintu.
My Mother agreed readily and said that they would like to go out and will come back only in the evening. The food was lying there. The room key is available. If we go out, we must hand over the key to them before we go off somewhere.
By 11 AM all the rest left for the beach. I had finished my bath. Mintu too has had his bath.
As we settled down, I suggested to Mintu, "Aaajkey tui ammakey koto bhalo bashish janieye dey." ("Today you can let me know how much you love me.")
We sat on the edge of the bed and chatted and occasionally kissed each other. Once in a while he ran his hand over my crotch and I also teased his dick from over his clothes.
Mintu got up and came back after drawing the curtains and checking the door and said, "Khukumoni tokay aajkey ekhunee aami chudbo. Tui jayee bol. Aajkey aami tokay chudbo." ("Khuku say what you like I want to fuck you today and now.")
I said, "Amaakey jor koray jaa korar tai koray nay." ("Do what you like with me, but force me.")
He asked, "Like how?"
I answered, "Amaakey maar dhor kor, haat pa bendhay dey. Jor jobordosti koray nangto koray chudey dey. Aami tokay thamabarr cheshta korlayo tui amakey chudey dey. Kintu tui bhalokoray chudey dey" (You can spank me. You can tie my hands and legs. You must force me to become naked and then fuck me. I will fight you back. But just don't take any nonsense from me. Just fuck me hard.")
Mintu needed no more invitation.
He pulled me up to stand up and hugged me tight and started to kiss me my mouth and running his right palm over my butt. I kissed him back on his mouth.
Hmmmm. Mhhhh. Mmmmmmmmm.
He pulled my saree breast covering down from my chest and caught my waist and started to maul me with kisses and soft bites all over my breasts.
I protested.
He pushed me back on the edge of the bed. As I sat down, he knelt in front of me and pushed me back onto the bed with my legs over the side of the bed.
He grabbed my wrists and started to kiss me all over my front torso.
I was shaking with excitement and anticipation on when he would just strip me completely naked and play with me and then break my hymen.
He made me sit up and wrapped his hands around my waist and started to take off my blouse hooks. They were not coming of. He gave one pull. All the hooks tore off.
I protested and said, "Kee hochchey ta kee?" ("What are you upto?")
"Haramjadi. Chup kor." ("Bitch. Shut up.")
He pulled the blouse off my body and flung it away.
He kissed my breasts from above my bra. While kissing her was fumbling with the bra hook. I helped and took off the hook. He slowly peeled off the bra and kissed my creamy beasts.
Slowly he lowered his kisses and came down to the waistband of my saree and his hands took over my breasts.
His kisses became more and more insistent and went down near the edge of the bed where my pussy was jutting up with my knees bent down the edge of the bed.
As he kissed my thighs and tried to wedge himself between my legs and part my legs, I protested in a way that only women can, "Kee hochey ta kee. Naaa. Ammmar hishi tey haath deesh na." ("What are you up to. No. Don't touch my genitals.")
He just got his hands down below my thighs and said, "Tor paa duto amaar kandhey raakh. Tor hishi taa aami khabo." (Raise both your legs onto my shoulders. I want to eat your pussy.")
I protested. He just mushed up the saree and forced my thighs onto his shoulders.
He held my wrists and very slowly started to lick my inner thighs. I was moaning with pleasure and anticipation.
"Hmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmm. Aaaaah Koreesh na. Please. Koreesh naa." (Please don't. Please don't do that.")
I was twisting and turning with pleasure and anticipation as her kisses came closer to my pussy. He was firmly holding my hands and doing exactly what he liked.
Once he left my hands to play with my breasts. I took my hands to caress his hair and assist him take me.
He didn't take too long to reach the slit of my pussy and was kissing it softly and deftly.
I cried out, "Aaaah Oooooh. O Maaa. Please ammakey bhalo koray shuiye jaa korar kor." ("Make me lie properly and then do what you want to.")
He raised himself up and pulled me by my hand to stand up.
Without any ado, he pulled the diadem of my saree down and pulled out the petticoat cord from inside the petticoat and pulled it and let the petticoat fall down in a circle near my feet.
He pulled his shirt off. While he was doing that I took off his trouser hook, pulled the zip down and let the trouser fall. I caught his underwear band and pulled it down and tried to hold his dick.
Soon he and I were completely naked. His dick up and throbbing and my slit wet and slippery.
He started to play with my luxurious bush
I stroked his dick
I pulled his dick near and said, "Amaar paa duto key tulay dhor. Aaami tor baada ta kay ammar gooder sliteyer bhitorey chalatey chai." ("Please lift me up and hold my legs apart. I want to run the cock over my slit.")
He lifted me up and held me aloft. I caught his dick and ran the tip right into my slit, up and down.
He hissed with pleasure and I was ecstatic.
I hissed , "Hnnnnnn. Ooooo Ma. Oooooh. Aaaaro ekto koro amaakey." ("Oh Mother, This is too good. Please play with my slit.")
Mintu released me and put me on the bed properly. He positioned himself between my legs and lifted my thighs up and ordered, "Tui neejer haath diye good taa phak kor.". ("Open your slit wide with your own hands.")
He lifted my butt and ran the dick over the slit up and down, tantalizing me with his deft approach to taking my virginity.
I knew that he did not know where my clit as located. I stopped him and said, "Aii jayega taa tui chat and aangul diye khail." ("This is the place. I want you to lick this and play with it with your fingers.")
He understood my demand and spread my legs apart with his hands and lay with his mouth right above my pussy ands started to slowly kiss my clit. The suddenly he pinched the clit hood and lifted it up and started to flick that with his tongue.
All I could do was to have muffled screams of "Oooooh. Aaaah. Oh Maaa. Aeeee."
Within minutes, I hissed, "Aaamar orgasm aashchey. Aaaaa. Oooooh. Aeeeee." ("I am coming.")
He would not leave me. "Aaar akta orgasm chai. Amaa kay aar akta orgasm dey." ("I want one more orgasm. Give me one more orgasm.")
Within minutes I had another shattering orgasm.
I had sweat running down my body and his dick was erect and throbbing away.
I rested a few minutes and weakly suggested to him, "Mintu. Oee aalnar uporer thekay akta saree diye ammar paa duto phaak koray bendhay dey aar taar por ammakey neye." ("Just get one old saree from the shelf and tie my legs wide apart and take me.")
He got up quickly and tied my legs wide apart and came near me. I suggested to hem, "Aaamakay tor baada ta kay chushtay dey. Aar tui ammar good ta kay kheye nay." ("Give me your cock in my mouth for me to suck you and you eat my pussy.")
He mounted my face and let me suck his cock while he masturbated me with his tongue. Lick after lick. He was doing pretty well considering he was doing this for the first time. And me? I had masturbated in my bathroom every day during bath, everyday in bed before sleeping. So for me, this was the first time I wasn't using my hand to get myself satisfied.
The effect was amazing. Far too pleasurable.
Pretty soon he was fucking my mouth with powerful strokes and was about to come.
I stopped and said, "Please, aami aar parchchee naa. Aamaar good ta phetey jacchey. Ebar ammakay joray chooday day." ("Please I cant take it any more. I am too hot. My cunt is bursting with desire. Please fuck me hard now.")
He changed his position and tried to enter my pussy. The first time he pushed, I shouted with pain, "O Maa. Bheeshon laagchey. Thaam. Thaam." ("On Mummy. It is hurting too much. Stop stop.")
He tried again and again. Each time it failed to go in quickly.
He was loosing patience; I was frantic to get fucked. I was too hot to try to stop him. Besides he was far too gone getting to fuck me to ask him to stop.
But my hymen was intact.
He stopped and said, "Tokay angul diye aagey chudtey hobay. Tor seal ta bhangtey hobay." (I have to break your virginity seal with my finger first.")
With that he started to kiss my mound and slowly ran his finger over my slit and said, "Ei nay." ("Take this.")
With one powerful push his middle finger was in. I yelped with a lightning streak of pain.
"Aaaa Maa. Oooooh. Maa. Laaglo." (Oooo Mother. That hurt.")
Once the hymen was gone, I relaxed and knew that my ultimate pleasure was at hand. He started to finger fuck me with my slit held apart with the other hand.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
All I could do was to scream out "Choodey dey. Amaaye choodey day." ("Fuck me. Please fuck me.")
"Aaami aashchi. Aaaaa. Ooooh. O Maa." ("I am coming. O my God. Ooooh.")
I had one more quick orgasm.
I knew now he would want to fuck me with his dick.
I quickly regained my head and said, "Aamar pursere thekay condom bar koray niye tor baadaye porey nay. Taar por amakay joray chudey dey." (Take out the condom from my purse, wear it and fuck me - hard.")
While he is getting it out and fumbling with the condom, I became impatience for getting the real fuck and said, "Choodey dey Amaaye choodey day." (Fuck me. Fuck me please.")
Seeing he was having difficulty wearing the condom in his urgency to get his release inside me, I took out the condom, placed it on his erect dick and rolled it down. The moment it was on, I caught his dick and started to shag it, so that he did not loose his erection in all this technicality. help him wear the condom.
He lay on top of me in the missionary position and got ready to insert his dick into me. All I could say, stuttering with desire and urgency, "Chod amakey chod." (Fuck me. Fuck me.)
Suddenly he got up from that position and undid the saree tying my legs apart and positioned himself between my legs and again took the position. He said, "Tui thaaper por thaap khabar shomoye ulto good uthiye chodabie." ("When I give you my powerful strokes in and out, I want you to lift your fucking cunt and meet my ardor with your desire to be fucked.")
With one solid push the dick is in and he is pumping his dick in and out. His hands are playing with my breast. And all I am doing is to scream, "Ooooh Ma!!!! Tor baada ta bheshon bodo. Thaama. Choodish naa. Aaami moray jabo." ("Your dick is far too big and fat, please stop. Don't fuck any more. I will die.")
There was no way that he would stop. He was ramming in his cock and pulling it back rapidly, like dogs fuck bitches. The pleasure was too much. The pain was too much to. But my pleasure took upper hand. And in between sobs, I cried out, "Ammakay merey phaal. Ooooh. Aaaah Maaa. Oooo Ma Aaaro chod. Jorey chod. Aaaa Ooooo." ("Kill me with that fucking. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.")
I got one large orgasm. Wave after wave I came. "Aaaah Ooooo Maa. Amar gooood. Amakay maray phal. Oooooh." ("Oh Mommy. That is very enjoyable. I love it. Fuck me till I die.)"
He too came inside me. He grunted and cried out, "Aaaah Ooooh. Tokay aami bhalo bashi. Oooh Chod amakay chod." ("I love you. Fuck me. Fuck me more.")
When he is done, we lay together sweat pouring over our flanks and we are intertwined in love. My legs wrapped around his waist ands his now shriveling dick inside me.
He slowly rolled over me and lay down next to me. We lay in silence luxuriating in the post love session.
He asks, "Komon chhiloe. Tor maja hoyechey." ("How was it? You liked it.")
"Bhaalo. Khoob bhalo." ("It was great. Very good indeed.")
As we lay there showering our love through small kisses to each other; I rolled off his condom and showed him that the whole front tip of the condom was filled with his semen. It was a really large quantity of thick and white semen. I realized that he was right. He did not masturbate. I dipped my finger into the semen and sucked the finger.
It was salty. I told him, "Tasty."
In about ten minutes I started to play with his dick and teasing it. I pulled the foreskin of his dick back and forth and teased it to get up. I cupped his balls in my palm and assessed how much of semen may be inside still I said, "Tor ballsey kom say kom aro du teen taa chodar semen aachey. Aamar sementa chai." ("These balls have atleast two or three more fucks in them. I want all that semen.")
I wasn't through. Nor was he. One more fuck would be good. His dick slowly regained its regal erect position, ready for one more go.
I suggested, "Ai baar amakey tokay chudtay day." ("Now let me fuck you once.")
I pulled out one fresh condom and rolled it over his now erect dick and slowly sat over his torso and inserted his dick into my cunt.
I begged him, "Amaar maai tyape." "(Play with my boobs.")
I started to raise and lower myself over his dick. His first fuck as was mine in urgency and in great hurry. We had not savored it. He had rammed his dick in as all first timers do. And I too was wanting to come as soon as possible.
Slowly I took in his nearly seven inch dick into me. Like a banana it was going fully in and coming out till the tip. He was watching as I enjoyed getting fucked. My head turned back and mouth open.
He started to raise his dick and meet my downward thrust with his upward thrust.
Thwack.
It took well near 10 minutes of my labor when I could feel the cramps of an orgasm hitting me. I screamed, "Mintu darling. Aami tokay bhalobashi. Tui ammakeyy chod. Amaakay chod. Choodey jaa." ("Mintu darling I love you. Fuck me.")
As I came, I collapsed on top of him bathed in sweat.
We lay one on top of the other for about ten minutes with his dick in my pussy. I recovered from my exertion. I rolled over and lay next to him.
I placed my head on his chest as he lay and played with my hairs and soothed my back. Once in a while he kissed me on my forehead. I kissed him back on his breast.
I asked, "Mintu. Lokhi shona. Bhaalo choda hoyechey?" ("Darling. Did you get to fuck me well?")
He answered, "Choda to arombhoi hoyechey. Tui atoe bhalo chudish, aami tokay jokhon khushi tokhon choodbo." ("I have just about started to fuck you. You fuck so well. I will fuck you as and when I like and wherever I like.")
I pulled off the condom and looked at the quantity of semen in it. I said, "Tore baadar juice shesh hoye aashchey naa ki rey?" ("That has nearly finished your semen, is it?")
Saying that she rolled the condom fully and slowly licked the semen into her mouth and drank it up. She said, "It is good for my ability to have more orgasms, I understand."
As time passed by, I suggested to him,"Ebaar ami chan korey ni are tuiyo chan koray ney. Kapor jama porey ne Maa ekto puteri esheyjabey" ("Let me get up and bathe and you too bathe. Mom will return soon. We better be dressed.")
I got up and started to walk away. He caught me by my wrist and said, "Tham Aaami tokay ar aykbaar chudbo." ("Wait. I want to fuck you once more. My way.")
"No. Not any more please darling. My pussy is pulp already."
He sat up and said, "Thhek acchey tui jaa!" ("Okay leave if you so want to.")
As I walked around stark naked looking for all tell tale evidence of our fucking session, I could see his dick was getting on the hop again.
He suddenly got up and grabbed me and started to kiss me and said, "Chair taye chol." ("Come to the chair.")
I protested. He simply twisted my arm behind me and pulled me to the chair with two teak wooded handles. He pushed me back onto it and made me sit on it. He then pulled the chair in a position where I could see myself well.
He knelt in front of the chair and said, "Tor dutoe paa ei handler upoerey raakh. Tokay aami eikhaney chudbo." ("I wantt you to place your legs on either handle and keep them there. I will fuck you in that position now.")
I tried to tell him that my pussy was very sensitive and needed rest.
He was in no mood to listen. He looked at me menacingly and said, "Tui chodabi naa ammar are keechu kortey hobay?" ("Will you let me fuck you in peace or should I try some other tricks?")
He walked behind the chair and ordered, "Daakh ainaye dakh. Tore aami maai teepchiee. Taar por tor goooodey aami haath debo. Daykh. Cheye cheye dakh." ("Look at your self in the mirror. I am playing with your boobs and then with your fucking pussy.")
He fondled me and kissed me form behind and then lowered his hand down my whole body and played with my bush. I could see he was enjoying it very much. Then he used his left hand to splay open my slit and with the right he started playing with my tit bit and said, "Daakh. Tore goooodey aamar angul aachchey." ("See. I am fingering your pussy.")
Suddenly he stopped, walked across to where the saree was lying on the floor. He picked it up walked in front of me and grabbed one foot at a time and tied my legs one by one to each handle bar of the chair with the saree.
He said, "Tokay ebaar aamee amaar moton koray choodbo." ("I will now fuck you the way I like to. You just watch yourself getting fucked in the mirror.")
He took out another condom and rolled it onto his cock and placed the tip of his dick right on my open pussy mouth and gave one push. My pussy was really wet. Inspite of all my womanly protests, my pussy wanted more. .
As the tip of the cock went in her started to squeeze my boobs with both his hands and started a slow and long fuck. The cock would slowly go in and then he would pull it out fast.
Next stroke, he would ram it in and then give three or four quick strokes.
Next one with a circular movement.
His variety of fucking was now becoming clear to me.
I held his balls with both my hands and helped him fuck me and fuck me.
Soon I was screaming, "Aaaaah Aaamar aashchey. Chooodey jaa. Aaaaeee." "("Oooof. That is fantastic. I am coming. Fuck me. Fuck me.")
He was also grunting and saying, "Haramdadi. Tokay aamee aro choodboe. Deye gooood deye amaye." ("Give me your pussy you fucking bitch. Give me your orgasm.")
He fucked for well over half an hour and then we came together with screams and grunts.
When he finished, he pulled out the dick and released my legs.
I sat for while and rested. Then I got up wobbly legged and walked next to him and kissed him on his lips and slowly rolled the condom out from his now flaccid cock. There was much lesser semen in it.
I took it out and applied it on her nipples and said, "This is good for the nipples I understand."
As we proceeded to bathe and get ready, he slowly wrapped his hand around my waist and said,. "Now on. I will come across to you anywhere and fuck you. You are my fucking bitch."
I said, "Tui khoob bhalo choodtey parish. Tui jokhonee shomoy paabi Kharagpur thekey ayshejabi. Are aamra choodbu. Ai deen ta money rakhar jonney tor jonnay aami amaar gooder chul rekheychi. Aee ney. Aare tor chiodar condom to aamee raakhchchee. Jokhonee tor monay podbay aamee eita shunkay naybow.". ("Whenever you get a small vacation, some over from Kharagpur. We will fuck. To remember me, I have plucked one of my bush hairs. And to remember this day I am keeping the used condoms. Whenever, I need you and you are not there, I will smell this and remember your fucking me.")
Next morning we left back and we dropped him off on the way.
Before getting down he whispered to me, "I don't masturbate. Nor will I. But I will only fuck you."
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