Seducing My Cousin Brother Pt.2

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Seducing My Cousin Brother Pt.2This story moves from there to my home, where my cousin Mintu had reached for a two day and a night stay with his aunt.As MIntu left, I staggered out of bed and locked the door and staggered back to bed to rest a little more. After two nights of heavy duty sex, I could do with repairing my wares. Besides I remembered what Mintu said while leaving, “I am leaving for your home. You better come over by evening. When you are there, I plan to fuck you in your home on the roof top tonight. Don’t say no and don’t get bashful.”The very thought of evading my Mother’s careful eyes and going to the roof top for an uninhibited session of sex would be dangerous and yet very exciting.I slept for another hour or so. When I woke up, I decided to inspect my pussy and find out if there was now a gaping hole and whether my clit was hurt in any way. I got up and pulled out a hand mirror and I sat on the chair with my legs parted wide and with all lights on. With my left hand I parted the pussy lips while I placed the mirror strategically and inspected my pussy.Well. It was red as a beetroot. But, this was the first time I was seeing my smooth and bald pussy also. The entire mons area was red and darker than the rest of the body.Soon I got up and decided to wash al the bed clothes, clear up the house and get the strong smell of sex out from that house. Not that my friend did not know what I was upto. But then, I wanted to protect Mintu from other girls who wanted that roll of meat, dangling between his legs, for themselves inside their bodies and giving them that extreme enjoyment that satisfactory sex gives.I wasn’t used to washing bed clothes. So it was hard on me.I had my bath and then changed into a salwar and kurta set, knowing that after I reached home, Mintu will eventually take me to the roof top and make love to me. I was sure that his taking off my saree on the roof top followed by my wearing it would be difficult and could take long. So it would be safer and easier to take off and then wear a salwar and kurta set. Though ideally, I should be wearing a short nightie with no panty. But then we were not married and certainly not supposed to have sex. i****t is taboo!!!!I strung up all the wet bed clothes. They became dry quickly. Once they were dry I folded them and pout them into my friend’s cupboard and made the bed with fresh bed clothes.I cleaned the kitchen. Took a wet cloth and wiped all traces of my bum on the table where he made me sit and get fucked.As I was finishing, the phone rang. My Mother was on the line, “I say, Mintu is here from IIT for only one night with us. You better come back as soon as you can.”I feigned surprise and asked my Mother if the car could be sent to pick me up. She informed, it was on the way already and would be with me in 20 minutes. I then asked her to put me on with Mintu on the phone.Mintu came on the line and talked to me (his sister), “Hey. What are you upto?? Where are you?? Never in, when I visit your home.” (“Kee ray. Kotahyey aachchesh? Jokhonee aamee aashee, tuee baadi tay neyee.”I knew that only he could hear what I was saying and that he was clever enough to keep this trend of conversation, while I said something else entirely and said, “Hehehehehe. You fucker. Now you want me to come back so that we can fuck again isn’t it?” (“Hehehehehehe. Khaalee choodbaar eechchaa. Hain? Tuee chaash jay aamee tarataree pheeree. Taholay toar choodbaar plan ta kortay paareesh.”)He answered, ‘Okay. Okay. Just come back soon. Always having fun at your friend’s house.””Yes and what fun did we have???? Tell me. Tell me.””Okay, so should I wait for lunch for you or will you reach later?”I did not reply. So he added, “Okay, then. So, see you soon.”Our driver arrived within ten minutes. I handed him my overnighter and locked the flat and got into the car. After a bumpy and noisy 40 minute drive I was home.When I reached back, I rang the bell. The door was opened by one of the many maid servants. I quickly walked up to the living areas on the first floor. My Mother was sitting in the large sunny balcony with Mintu and chatting.I stopped and looked him and said, “The food in IIT does not suit you. You look gaunt.”He had his repartee ready. He said, “And you? You have lost weight. Errrr. In some places.” (I knew he was referring to the loss of weight on account of his shaving my pussy.)Lady like, I answered, “That is good news then. I am for ever putting on weight!!”He stood up like all well behaved brothers and offered that I sat down on the cane chair next to my Mother. I instructed the maid servant, “Komola. Bring another cane chair here.”The cane chair arrived immediately and we all sat down and chatted for a while.All mundane talk peppered with light hearted teasing between siblings, bordering on quarrelling and some double entendre.My Mother soon disappeared into the kitchen to organize lunch.The moment she went away, Mintu asked, “How are you feeling after last night?””Fine. A little sore, though.””Where?””You slapped my bottom pretty hard. There are still some welts on my bum cheeks.”Naughtily he said, “Let me see!!” and made gestures as if he wanted to immediately inspect my bottom and in so doing he was about to make me lift my kameez and pull the waist cord of my salwaar to do a look-see!!!”Huh. Shut up.”Soon lunch was served and we repaired to the dining room and quickly had rice, lentils, spinach, cauliflower curry and crab meat for lunch. We topped it up with some Bengali sweets.Soon after lunch, my Mother informed that she had to take her afternoon nap and added. “Khuku. Look after your brother.” She went into her bedroom.Mintu stood up as a mark of respect as she went away. As she left, Mintu quickly looked around to see if any one was around. When he found no one was near, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me near and put his left arm around my waist and held my face with his right and planted a strong kiss on my mouth.I tried to break away, worrying that one maid servant or the other will see us that way and the news would break quickly. Or she would insist that I get fucked by her boy friend or that she gets fucked by Mintu or she will ask for money.As I squirmed, he said, “Kiss me. Or else you are not going anywhere.”I quickly kissed him on his lips and broke away and said, “What are you upto?? Stop it. We can get caught you know!!”While he let me go, he said, “Take me to the roof top. I have to make arrangements for tonight.”I repeated what I had said to him earlier in the day, “You are an insatiable imp.””Who asked you to have such a juicy pussy?? Huh?” (“Aatow roshalow gooood rakhtay kay bolaychcheelow??)”Shhhhh.”I escorted Mintu up the stair case. We passed the second floor level, where my Mother’s bedroom, my bedroom and the guest room were located and then and walked one more flight of stairs and walked into the open roof at the third floor level.He looked around. I could see his IIT type meticulous inspection. I wondered what he was planning. Where will he do it?He said nothing. Except while walking down the stairs, I asked, “So?? What is the plan?”He answered, “There are two ways we can be there. The first one is, if you tell you Mother that you and I want to chat on the roof top and you get a chatayee (straw mat) up. The other can be that I go upstairs with a chatayee under the notion that I want to enjoy the open skies and you come up later to see what I am upto.””And then?””I put you on the chatayee and fuck you.””Good God. That is daring. As if no one can see what we are doing from other roof tops!!””So?? So what? Let them see. As of they don’t fuck.”I said, “What if none of them is possible?”He kept quiet for a while. I wanted to see how devious he could be, the way I had found a method of spending fruitful time with him in my friend’s flat.”Well. I think you should tell your Mother that I am a nut and that I want to be on the roof till late in the night to see what Kolkata looks like deep in the night. Given my reputation of single mindedness, she will accept this to be one more manifestation of my nuttiness and she will say, okay, let him,” Mintu said.I thought for while and said, “May be she will agree. But, how ill you get me on the roof??””I suggest, after she says yes to my nutty plan, you suggest that I carry the key to the roof top, so that I lock it on my way down for security’s sake. I think, she will think otherwise of my level of responsibility and suggest that you be with me when I am on the roof. You protest this arrangement saying that you had no intention of spoiling good sleep in order to let me gaze the stars!!! In this process, she will be convinced that you are being made to do something that you dislike and that, in the process of sibling irritation lay safety for the house.”I was amazed. He was inventive. But my concern was if she put her foot down and suggested to Mintu that star gazing was no way to spend a night and that it was best that he abandoned his silly plan. So I asked, “What if she says No??””Don’t dare me. I will enter your room and fuck you in your bed with your Mother and Father in the next room Don’t dare me. When I want you, I want you. Okay.”I felt an electric shock passing into my crotch hearing the latent v******e and the depth of his desire for me.The rest of the day passed generally chatting. His seeing my collage books, notes etc. He spent a lot of time teasing me about inane matters. Most of the time I complained to my Mother loudly, “Maaa. Daykho Mintu amaakey jaa taa bolchchey.” (“Mom. Please intercede. Mintu is really bothering me.”)She paid no heed to my complaints.In the evening when we went for a walk in the front garden of our house, Mintu said, “Khuku. In the night, you wear a salwar kameez set. I want you to wear the blue and red kameez which has buttons all the way in the front.””Why?” I asked. Demonstrating what a bitch I was, all the time knowing why he wanted that kameez.He did not answer. He only added, “And no bra. Okay.”I nodded my head.Then he asked, “Did you feel the difference between fucking when your bladder is full and when it is empty?”I remember, he was pressing my lower abdomen down while he was giving me some powerful strokes. As he pressed my abdomen down, urine almost came out. The more I tried to stop urine from coming out, the pussy muscles contracted and the fucked became maddeningly good.A shudder passed through my spine thinking of the incredible pleasure it caused.He said, “You loved it. Isn’t it? Tonight also, drink a lot of water and no peeing. Okay.”Later I went into my bedroom and changed into the salwar kameez set he wanted me to wear. I did not take off my bra as he asked for. I was sure that such a digression would not miss my Mother’s hawk eyes. Besides, I like him taking off my bra and then feeling the creamy boobs one by one. Or even gasping and grabbing both of them.Dinner was served by 9.30 PM. I drank a lot of water.During dinner I casually mentioned, “Ma, Mintu wants to enjoy the weather on the roof top after dinner. Really silly plans he has!!”My Mother asked him, “Mintu. Really?”Mintu nodded his head.She responded immediately, “Of course. That is no issue atall. Khuku, you ensure that the door leading to the roof top is locked when he comes down back.”I protested copiously and said, “Naaa. Ma. Aaamee parbo naa. Mintu’r paglamee amaakey ghumotay debay naa.” (“No. Mom, I cant do that. Mintu is a nut. And in pampering his nuttiness I won’t be able to catch some sleep.”)My mother looked at me with that exasperated look which only harried mothers can give and said, “So what? He is here for only one night!! And you cant do this for your brother?? Shame on you!!”I did not respond to my Mother but turned to Mintu and stuck my tongue out at him to make face at him.Mintu smiled and said, “You can make as many faces as you like. I will see the stars and you will have to look after me. Serves you right for wanting to sleep all the time. Hahahahahaha.”A dinner ended, I called the maid servant and said, “Komola. Take that thin coir mattress to the roof and place it there. Mintu will spend some time there.” And then I muttered, “Really stupid. I have to stay with him.”To cement the scheme I loudly asked my Mother, “Ma. Why cant Mintu lock the door and come down?? Does he have to be chaperoned by me? And why me?? My brothers cant do that?”My Mother then became firm and said, “I have asked you what you should be doing. I want to chatting back Okay?”Komola took up the 3 inch thick coir mattress upstairs and asked, “Didi, should I take a pillow and a sheet also?”I knew, it would be better to have some of those handy. So I responded, “Okay. Take one pillow and a bolster and take one light night cover.”Komola again went upstairs and placed all and came down and reported that she had completed the activity.While the servants went about closing the kitchen and shutting all the outer windows and locking all the other rooms, we chatted till about 11 PM. My parents went into their bedroom. In fact I could hear my Father snoring. The servants all retired to their quarters.Eventually, at about 11.30 PM, Mintu got up and whispered, “So? Let us go upstairs.”I got up and walked to my parents’ bedroom, knocked lightly on the door and peeped in and softly told my Mother, “Ma. I am taking that idiot upstairs. Okay? When I come down, there may be some noise. Don’t bother too much. Really what all I have to do!!??”My Mother simply said, “Okay.” And lay back to go to sleep.When Mintu was about to go to his room, he whispered to me, “Heeshee korbee naa.” (“Don’t pee, kay?”)Soon Mintu appeared back in his track suit. I could see a slight distension at his crotch and the clearly dangling motion. I knew he had taken his underwear off to make it easy. Also I knew that his cock was half on the hop and was anticipating its meeting my pussy.We went upstairs like two good siblings.As I unlocked the lock and was pulling the hasp of the bolt to the side, noisily, he wrapped his arms around my waist and slowly ran his fingers over my entire front, tarrying a while on my boobs and then at my crotch.The moment his fingers ran over my boobs, he felt the bra strap and he knew that I had not taken my bra off; he pushed me and hissed, “You are wearing a bra?”In the meanwhile the door was open. As we stepped in, he shut the door from the roof end, pulled the hasp shut and grabbed me and turned me around with my back to him and pulled me closer and slowly raised both his palms to softly cup one boob each on one palm and whispered, “Take that off.”I did not take steps to take it off. He released my boobs and then, one by one, unbuttoned my front opening kameez. The moment all the buttons were open, he pulled the back of the kameez all the way up my back and using both his hands, released the bra hook. The elastic released and the boobs bounced out.He whispered, “I want this silly thing completely off your body,”I knew he would simply take off my kameez and make love if I did not take it off immediately. Quickly I took the shoulder straps off from the small clasp that is used for adjusting the lift of the bra. The bra disintegrated and fell off.He was happy.Then he slowly slid his hands inside the front open kameez and started to fondle me. He whispered, “Lift your hairs from your shoulders.”I did that. As I did that both my hands were up and he was having a field day playing with my full breasts. As my hair came up, he started planting hot kisses on the nape of my neck.I felt, may be somebody was watching. So I hissed, “Stop. Someone may see us like this!!”He stopped and looked around. I quickly wrapped the kameez around my body, but I dared not button it up again. He would simply tear it away and keep me naked. I knew if I did not co-operate in his urgency, he would not like it atall.Then he said, “Wait. Let me get the bed ready.”He quickly put the pillow in its right place and placed the bolster on the side and then took the cover and kept it aside, ready to be used.On seeing his preparations, knees were giving way as I could feel the heat in me increasing and I could feel electric shocks passing through my body and terminating in my crotch.I was buckling. He stopped me and turned me around like a doll and made me sit down on the mattress on the floor.He sat next to me and said, “The stars, the moon and the Gods will now be able to see a brother fucking a sister.”I almost felt violated by a piercing eye from heaven.He slowly put his left hand over my shoulder and slowly pushed the kameez down my shoulders. As it slid down, it restrained my elbows from the back.He looked at my naked breast and said, “Your breast. They are luscious. On seeing these two my cock starts jumping for more!!”I suggested to him, “Toar pant taa khuley nay.” (“Take your pants off.”)Mintu stood up. I held the elastic waist band and with one pull, got the track suit down. Indeed he was not wearing any underwear. His cock lumped out and stood erect in front of my face.I assisted him step out of the pants on the floor and then slowly raised my palms and cupped his balls with my left palm and wrapped my right palm around his cock. I slowly pulled the foreskin of his cock back and forth and got him more excited.I said, “Toar baada ta to akkebaarey khada hoye aachchey.” (“Your cock is really big and hard and raring to fuck.”)He quickly sat down next to me and kissed me repeatedly on my face and mouth and eyes and then slowly came down to my now fully exposed and swollen breasts.I was now shaking with desire and anticipation as to what he will do next.While kissing he suddenly stopped. He said, “Shuyey pod. Tokay nangto korbo.” (“Lie down. I will now strip you naked.”)He pushed me down onto the mattress and placed my head on the pillow. My elbows were restrained by my lowered kameez and then without any fuss, he fished out the cord of my salwar and gave one tug.While he spread the kameez apart from my torso and exposed my breast while restraining my hands, he suggested, “Paachchaa ta tol. Salwaarta nambiye dee.” (“Lift your bottom. Let me take down this salwar.”)He let his fingers stray under the loosened waist band of my salwar right over where my pubic hairs were once there. It was rather exciting.He repeated, this time with urgency, “Paachchaa ta tol. Salwaarta nambiye dee.” (“Lift your bottom. Let me take down this salwar.”)I was too hot not to do what he wanted. I lifted my buttocks. He held the salwar with both his hands and pulled it down right till me knees.As I put my buttocks down, he pulled the salwar down further till my ankles and left it there and then firmly held my two knees and said, “Spread your legs. Let me caress your bald pussy.” (“Paa phaak kor. Toar nayada goooodey ektu haath dee.”)Firmly he held my knees and slowly bent them up and then spread them both on two sides. The salwar at my ankles was restricting my spreading my legs wide, straight.Mintu softly ran his finger tips over my calves and then right all the way up the inner thighs right till my gaping pussy. And then he ran his finger tips over my slit ensuring that the finger did not go not the slit.My crotch tingled with anticipation and I hissed, “Ssssssssss. Please!!”I suggested to him, “Take off your top. I want you naked too!!!”He peeled it off an flung it away.Then he changed his position to sting between my wide open legs and started to caress my breasts and the stomach and the inner thighs.I was really hot. I moaned with pleasure, “Mnnnnn. Aaaeeee.”After about five to ten minutes, he suggested, “I will now get you onto the bolster.”He rolled the bolster next to me and lifted me off the mattress and placed me over the bolster, with my head dangling down from one end and the bolster ending just short of my buttocks. Then he slowly held the roiled up salwar and pulled it below the bolster. As he did that my legs got wider opened with my pussy pointing up and out.That must have been a delectable position fro Mintu. He lowered himself onto my face and started to kiss me on my eyes, face and lips. Then he slid his tongue into my ears one by one. The shock of surprise and pleasure hit at the centre of my being, my pussy.I could see, he was slowly going down my entire body, kissing me all over, with my hands arrested through the lowered kameez and my legs pulled apart and held back by my own weight through the rolled up salwar tucked below the bolster.As he came down, he missed my pussy and shifted his attention to my inner thighs. He started to lick the inner thighs and came up slowly to my apex.As he reached my pussy, he said, “I will now eat your pussy.”I protested, “Someone will see us. Please cover me and then .. . . .!!”With his two hands he parted my pussy lips and looked at it and then sniffed my snatch and said, “Just lie back. Let me kiss this small clit of yours.”He started to sexually torture me as he slowly swirled the clit and flicked it and went on teasing my sex.All I could do was to writhe with pleasure and let out muffled cries, “Aaaaah. Ooooh Ma. Aaaaee. Please. . . .!!”Then he left the pussy lips apart and he slid his tongue inside my cunt mouth and let his hands slowly knead my boobs simultaneously.While his tongue fucked me his hands played with my boobs.Soon I had to tell him, “Aibaar ammakey choodey dey.” (“Now fuck me. Please.”)He slowly disengaged himself from my cunt and raised himself up.He pulled out the salwar that was tucked under the bolster and lifted the cloth up over my head and placed it behind my neck.I looked like a frog. But his most favorite pussy was now gaping open in front of him and I was totally under control, wet and wanting.He slowly knelt between my legs and said, “Khuku tokay eibaar aamee chudow,” (“Khuku. I will now fuck you.”)His hands moved to slowly play with my boobs and he brought his cock nearer and nearer to my cunt and soon the tip touched the mouth of my pussy.He pulled one hand back, held his cock and slowly ran it over my slit.His cock circled my clit once or twice.I could take it no longer and hissed, “Aamaar goooodey dhukiye dey. Aaamaakay chod.” (“Put it inside my cunt you bastard. Fuck me. I am hot.”)His cock was gorged with blood and hard and fat. He slowly gave one small push and the tip just slid in.No matter how many times one has fucked, the entry is a surprise. And verrrry exciting. As it entered, I cried out, “Hnnnnnnnn. Sssssssssssss.”He started pumping his dick in and out. Slowly at first. And in each stroke it went in another half an inch.He then pressed my abdomen down. The bladder was full and urine was about to leap out from my pussy. I contracted my cunt muscles to hold the urine in. As the cunt became tighter, the in out pumping became more and more pleasurable.As he pushed in and then pulled it out, I cried out, “Aaaeeee. Oooooh Maaa. Bheeshon laagchchey. Chudish naaa.” (“Aaaeeee. Oooooh Maaa. It is hurting too much. Please don’t fuck”)Each time I said that, Mintu pushed a little more of his fat cock in a little bit more.I dearly wanted him to reach my womb and deliver his semen deep inside me.With each new stroke deeper and deeper, I was now crying with pleasure, “Aaaaargh. Aaaaaaee. Mnnnnnnnnnnn. Aaaeeeeeee.”He too was grunting, “Gnnnnnn. Ghnnnn. Aaaaaa. Ooooooh.”In minutes, he let out a cry, “I am coming. Darling Khuku. I am coming.””Come. Come inside me. Aaaah Oooooh. Hnnnnnn. Aaaa.”I came may be a minute before he could.Screaming our pleasure in muffled tones he collapsed on top of me.As he lay over me, I wished my hands were free. I could caress his back and soothe him down. While shudder and after shudder passed through his body and terminated with slight pull back and push in action, all I could do was to contract my cunt muscles more and harder as the urine tried to leak out from my full bladder.We lay breathing heavily together. Kissing each other softly clasped together in silence, savoring every moment of love.As I recovered from the frenzy of the acme of pleasure I noticed that my hands and legs were really trapped and it was uncomfortable. So I suggested to Mintu, “Can you release me and let us lie together?”I knew that Mintu was very soft inside, no matter how he bound me when he fucked. He slowly lifted himself off my bolster raised body. As he pulled himself up, his now shriveled cock came out of its receptacle with a small plop.He then assisted me sit up on the bolster. Then he slipped my kameez off my back, leaving my top completely naked.I sat for awhile with my hairs in a mess.Then he assisted me pull my legs out from below the bolster and pulled my salwar off my legs.I was stark naked now.Then he slowly lay next to me and pulled me down from atop the bolster. I slowly lay next to him on the mattress. Then he understood my need to cover myself from prying eyes and my need for modesty in open air. He pulled the cover and placed it on top of both of us.The new warmth of the cover relaxed me and I snuggled close to Mintu and whispered, “Kamon chcheelow?” (“How was it?”)He said, “Khoob bhalow.” (“Very good.”)He kissed me on my eyes and pulled me near his body. I melted into his arms and snuggled closer.While we were luxuriating in each other’s arms. He said, “I will have gone away tomorrow evening to take Ranchi Express to Kharagpur. I don’t want you fucking any one else. Get it?”I said, “Hmmmm. Okay.”Then he added, “Also, keep your pussy completely bald all the time. Don’t shave it. That will cause it to have bristles of hair. I want it baby smooth so that I can lick it and suck it whenever I want.”Again I said, “Okay. I will try.””No. No trying. This is my pussy. No one else even touches it and it will be kept the way I like it.”He was being possessive. I understood that. I gave him one tight hug and said, “Okay. I will keep it bald, at al times.”I added, “You know I love you. Like a sister loves a brother. And more.”Mintu said, “Yes. I always fuck you like no one else can fuck his sister.””When are you coming back to Kolkata?””Whenever I can I will make it. But next you come to Kharagpur to attend the Spring Festival.””You want to fuck me in your hostel room?””Yes. And many more times. May be for seven days non stop I will get to fuck you.”After some banal talk, he asked, “Tokay aamee aarrow choodbo.” (“I will fuck you again.”)I asked him, “Kown positioney choodbee, eibarey?” (“Which position do you want to fuck me now?”)”Tooee to akta haramjaadee kukoor. Tokay kookoorer moton peychchon theket choodbo.” (“You are a bitch. You will be fucked like a bitch. You will be mounted.”)”Okay. Take the way you want. As any times you want. I am your bitch.”I lowered my hands and felt his dick. It was half up. I decided that I had to play with it and suck it if required to get it up, so that he could mount me from rear and fuck me like I am. A bitch. I would love it.I softly held his half erect cock and started to pull his foreskin back and forth and said, “Come take me.”It didn’t take more than a minute for his cock to raise itself up.He slowly got up and asked me to move a little. He placed the bolster across the mattress and the pulled the pillow from under my head and placed it on top of the bolster. Once this was in place, he said, “Get on top of it, upside down. I want your ass up and the soft folds of your pussy visible from this side.”I got up on top with my head placed sideways on the mattress and my ass pointing up.He removed the cover completely and then slowly knelt in front of his most desired hole and placed his cock tip on my pussy mouth and said, “Ektoo phaank kor, paa dutow.” (“Open the pussy lips a little.”)I lowered my right hand from below and parted my pussy lips with two fingers.He placed his cock tip on my pussy mouth and gave one push.As it entered, my belly got pushed down on the bolster. My bladder was full of urine. I had to contract my pussy muscles.He pushed his cock in another quarter inch. I squealed with pleasure, “Aaaeeee.”He pulled his cock back an inch and then gave one more push. It went in another quarter inch.”Aaaeeee. Hnnnn. Aaaeeeee.”Push in. “Aaaeee.”Pull back. “Oooooh.”Push in. “Aar choodeesh na.” (“Don’t fuck any more. Please.”)Pull back. “Oooooh. Thaamaa. Please moray jaabow.” (“Stop. Please I will die.”)Mintu said, “Shut up. Shut up.”He started delivering spank after spank on my upturned rump while fucking me like a piston.The strokes were so powerful that I was sliding off the rolling bolster. He just caught my left arm and pulled it back like a policeman’s grip and went on ramming me from the back.As he went about fucking me, he almost yelled, “Play with your clit, you bitch. Masturbate!!”I changed from holding my pussy lips apart to teasing and playing with my clit. The pleasure was indescribable.Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.Like a piston his cock went on ramming my pussy.I was coming. My contractions were building up. I was screaming, “Aaaaaa. Nnnnnnnnn. Ooooooh. Aaaeeeee.”He could feel it coming. He exhorted me, “Come. Come. Come NOW you bitch.””Aaaaaa. Nnnnnnnnn. Ooooooh. Aaaeeeee,”Being my second orgasm, I came first. But being his second one, he took longer and went on pumping my now miasma of a pussy, triggering off a series of small orgasms after orgasm. A sensation that only a woman knows what it means.He came, may be a minute later, with grunts. “Aaaargh. Hhhhhhnn. Aaaargh.”I collapsed in a pool of sweat and Mintu lay on top of me.Shudder after shudder passed through my entire body and he had spasm after spasm with a little more sperm entering my pussy.That position, to say the least, was uncomfortable.I just gave a non verbal gesture to Mintu that I would like to be more comfortable and enjoy the post coital bliss.He co-operated and we came off that uncomfortable make shift contraption of extreme pleasure and lay side my side, completely naked, clasped in love for each other.He peppered my face with kisses and caressed my back. I too caressed his back with my arms wrapped around him.In order to be more comfortable, I turned around with my back to him. He fitted his body onto my back and slowly wrapped his hands around me, with his left arm acting as my pillow and his right hand over my nipples.I lowered my right hand and lifted my right leg up and slid my hand through my open legs and held his cock and placed it between my thighs, close to the pussy opening.Once his cock was in place, he and I made rather comfortable noises and snuggled in each others arms.After a few minutes he asked, “How was this fuck?”I answered, “Mmmmmmm. Great.”He peppered my neck and my face with kisses.I asked, “Kee ray. Toar neejer boan kay choodey keerokom laagchchey?” (“So?? How does it feel to fuck you own sister?”)”Great.”I answered back, “Mmmmm.” And snuggled closer to him and let him know how much I liked getting fucked by him.Mintu was silent for while and enjoying the love of a 20 year old girl who was now full woman.Then he broke silence and said, “I am off tomorrow. But I don’t want to leave your love and go. I want to take you along with me and keep you with me for good.”I understood his feelings and said, “Lokhee shona. Tor poda shoonow kor. Tui to janeesh jay aamee towree. Tuee jokhon chaeebee tokhonee aamee tokay deeyey chodabo. Tui khalee bolay daykh.” (“Dear darling, you have to complete your studies. You know I am only yours and that I will fuck you whenever your want. Just ask and I will be there.”)He kissed me back and then said, “Yes I know what you feel. I love it that you went on the pill so that I could fuck you without the condom. I loved really fucking you. I really wanted to be close to you. And our closeness should not be separated by a layer of gossamer!!”I turned my face around a little. He raised his mouth and kissed me on my face and said, “Still. I want to take some part of you with me.””Mmmmmm.”Then he said, “I want you to wear a saree tomorrow. I want you to wear a panty the whole day. As the day progresses, I am sure I will get to play with you. I am sure your juices will come out. At least a little!! Before leaving, you take off your panty and the bra and give them to me. I will be able to smell them and remember your boobs and pussy.”He then added, “Also, I will cut a lock of your hair and take it with me to smell your hair.””Okay,” is all I could say!I realized, he truly wanted me.I thought a little while and decided that the night was still young. What could I give a man who only wanted me other than atleast one more fuck?? Besides, there was more to do before we went down as brother and sister and suggested to him, “I want to suck your cock,” and slowly released my self from his grasp and turned around to reach his now flaccid cock.I turned around and lay the other way around. He then made pillow for me on one his things and pulled one of my thighs to use it as a pillow and we slowly went into the (side by side) 69 position.Mintu whispered, “Toar paa ta oporay koar,” (“Lift one thigh apart”) and pushed my upper thigh into vertical position and started to kiss my now open slit. It was truly very sensitive after this much of fucking.I took his cock into my mouth. It tasted very different. I could taste my own juices as also his manly semen. I pulled his foreskin back and started to suck his dick and rotate my mouth.In the meanwhile he was giving flick after flick to my clit and caressing the entire mound of pleasure.It did not take more than two minutes. His cock was up again and my clit?? It was bursting with pleasure.I moaned, “I am hot. Do something.”Mintu suggested, “Let us do it the missionary way.”He placed the bolster and the pillow (one on top of the other) below my head and slowly took a kneeling position between my legs. He said, “I want you to see how you are fucked.”I said, “Daara. Amaar goodta kay phaank koray dhoree.” (“Hang on let me hold my pussy lips wide apart for you.”)I used my right hand to part my pussy lips and with my right I held the erect and throbbing cock and guided it into the pussy mouth.He softly kissed me on my face and on my mouth. I slowly drew my legs up and parted them, inviting his entering me.I exhaled and raised my hips to slowly let my pussy eat up his erect and hard cock. This was an invitation he did not want not to respond to. He slowly pushed himself all the way in.He bit my neck, as he slowly began to slide in and out, while his tongue entered my open mouth and explored every part of my mouth.I wrapped my hands around him, while he pumped her, harder and harder.Drawing my legs tight to my chest, I felt him push deeper and deeper into me. The sensation was awesome, and I did not want him to stop. He didn’t, just kept going, building a rhythm that threatened to blast me into another orgasm.Pushing up on his knees, his angle changed, rubbing across my clit and sliding deeper into me. I cried out with each thrust, my body shaking beneath him like a live wire, until the feeling washed over me again. My nails dragged up his back, leaving red marks and tears in the skin.He was slamming into me now, sweat dripping from his chest to mine, pooling between my tits, his lips racing from my neck to my nipples to my lips. We were in a feeding frenzy of each other, as he crammed himself into my tight pussy over and over. Suddenly he slowed down, and I realized he was close.I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into myself. I felt him explode into me and then collapse atop me. Both were covered in sweat, breathing heavy.After regaining his breath, he said, “Tuee shottee chudtay parish.” (“You are awesome.”)I answered, “Tooee – o choodtay parish. Babbah. Amaar goodta haluaar moton dheelay hoye gyachaey.” (“You too can fuck real hard. With all the pounding with that fat dick of your, my pussy is mash now.”I leaned up, kissed him again, then closed my eyes.I felt him pull out, and finally lay beside me. Wrapping his arms around me, I slithered against his body, kissing his chest. He tasted like salt.I think we slept about an hour.The cold weather made me wake up in my lover’s arms. I glanced at my watch which was discarded when he made me ‘completely naked’, and saw, 3 AM. I knew we had to go down and become good girl and boy in our respective bedrooms as if nothing had happened atall.I woke him up and started looking for my gold necklace, my six gold bangles, my ring and two diamond ear tops (that were part of my normal daily wear). He looked at me getting ready to go down. I tried to tie my ruffled hairs with a rubber band. When I raised my hands to tie my hair, my boobs lifted and perhaps looked enticing to him. He raised himself up and softly kissed each of my nipples and said, “Actually you are far too sexy. I could take you again.” I wore my normal jewelry and was ready, neck upwards.I said, “Come let us go down.”He got up and said, “I will now get your dressed. I will make you put on your clothes. You can do that to me.”I stood up. He picked up my salwar, which was a complete mess. Straightened it out and then placed them below my legs. I stepped onto the salwar. He slowly pulled it up. As it came near the knees he decided to have one last kiss on my pussy.I caressed his hairs. He pulled up the salwar and tied the draw string and looked up at me.He then got up kissed me several times on my breasts and then on my face and once again said, “I could fuck you atleast one more time before you go!”I knew that time was running out. So I said, “Me too. I would love to fuck you again. But we must go down now.”He looked for a got my bra back and said, “I am keeping this.”I nodded my head. He picked up my kameez and let me wear it and bottom up the front.Then I located his clothes and made him wear them. Before packing his cock inside his track suit, I kissed it several times. It must have been sensitive. He pulled back and said, “Don’t do that. If it again jumps up, then I will have to fuck you!!”Once dressed, I ensured that we did not leave any tell tale signs of our roof top sex session and let him take the key and proceeded downstairs.As we came down, my Mother heard us and asked, “Is that you Khuku?”I answered back, “Yes. This chap just wanted to see more stars etc etc. It is soooo late.”As we walked into our rooms, he whispered, “Don’t forget my instructions.””Okay.”I went into y room and lay down and savored the soreness of my pussy, the mauled feeling on my boobs and the welts on my bums and went to sleep luxuriating in his love.My whole body ached. But ached for more love.I woke up late next morning. I wore a crisp fresh cotton Bengal saree and remembered to wear a panty underneath. I ensured that I wore a cotton frilly bra also. I knew he would ensure that he took them off with his own hands before leaving.Even Mintu woke up late, but went in for his bath etc while I complained copiously to my Mother of Mintu’s star gazing and the never ending talk he did on the theory of the universe etc and the terribly boring evening I had with him.She only shook her head and said, “But he is your brother darling!!”By lunch time Mintu was up and going about the house and he was planning t leave by 6 PM to take the 8.30 PM Ranchi Express to Kharagpur.After lunch, Mintu suggested that we sit in my room and chat. I knew what that meant.With a twinkle in my eye, I announced in front of my Mother, “Maaa. Just hear this. Mintu won’t let me rest after having bull shitted me till 3 AM today. Now he wants me to listen to his bull crap.”My Mother looked at me and said, “Khuku. Mind your language. Never mind, he is your brother and it is okay. You take him to your room. You lie down and let him talk!!!”I made a noise that signified disagreement and said, “Maaa!!! You really don’t care if I can sleep a while or not!!”I made it appear that I had to say, “Mintu. Let us go to my room and chat. But. But. But, mind you, I may dose off to sleep while you talk of all the theoretical shit.”He answered back, “You read too much of Mills and Boons and all that pulp. That is why your brain is turning to pulp.”With that I proceed to my room and he followed suit. I knew Mintu would really let me know what he thought of me and my body and my sexuality, in no uncertain terms.As I entered, I shut the door and bolted it.He grabbed my pallu (saree going over the breasts) and pulled me back. I landed up in his arms, looking up at his face. He asked, “You locked aliağa escort the door since you expect me to fuck you is it?””No.””Yes. You did.””No I did not.”He calmed me down and said, “Look. I want to get you all wet, so that your panty smells of your juices. Are you wearing a panty or not?” He ran his hand over my butt and felt the panty line.”Yes. I am,” I said, and smiled.He wrapped his arms around me and started to kiss me all over, saying, “You are a hot, beguiling woman.”He then steered me back into my bed and kissed me all over. I knew he was upto heavy foreplay. In the best case, he would make love to me and in the worst he will make me have orgasms.As I had mentioned in my earlier stories, I wear boluses which have hooks in my back. That infuriates him on one hand and on the other, it makes him hotter. I wanted him hotter.He said, “Let me remove this stupid pallu from over your blouse.” And just moved it away exposing my heaving bosoms. He flipped me over like a piece of fish and quickly undid my blouse hooks and again flipped me over and just pulled off the blouse from my body and flung it away. My white frilly bra was open and he could see them well. He kissed each boob one by one and asked, “How long are you wearing this bra?””Two hours.””I hope you have not put some extra perfume. I want your smell, not that of a perfume.”I assured him that I had done anything like that.He kissed me on my boobs and sniffed me all over. “Dey. Toar bra ta khoolay nee aar ektoo maaee teepey nee.” (“Come let me take this bra away from you and let me play with your boobs.”)He quickly undid the clasp and peeled off my bra. He then kissed my naked breast and caressed them one by one.He the started let his hand stray towards my saree diadem and slowly tantalized me with his fingers coming and brushing the petticoat and saree waist band, trying to get under the saree just under my navel and then going away.Each time he did that I would suck in my breath so that the stomach got tucked in and his fingers would slip under my saree.He then lay next to me and let his feet play with my feet. My saree got hitched up as the two feet played with my legs.Finally, he propped himself up and aid, “Toar saree ta khulay deechchee. To nahoyeelay mushray jaabey.” (“I am taking off your saree. Else it will be crumpled.”)He made it sound that he cared more for my saree than getting to see my pussy!!!!He slowly held my saree diadem and slowly pulled it out from the tucking under the petticoat. I sucked my breath in and turned my face away, in mock modesty.Then he whispered, “Let me take it off completely. I want you naked.”I whimpered and kept my face turned away, while he pulled the tucking of the other end of the saree out from my petticoat.Once the saree was detached from my body, he ran his hands over my abdomen and caressed the crotch and said, “Haraamjaadi. Goodboti.” (“Bitch. You cunt.”)I answered, “Take of your clothes also. Let me see that monster.”He did not argue. He quickly took off all his clothes. His cock looked enormous today. Why?? I thought. It could not have become bigger in one night of strong fucking. I worried, “Can this enter and come out of my mouth?”Once he had taken care, he once again took his position.He lowered his face and kissed me several times over my abdomen and then licked my crotch from over my petticoat. Each time he did that I just could not help it. My buttocks lifted to meet the enjoyment!!!In very little time, he inserted his fingers under my petticoat front through the slight cut on the petticoat and fished out the cord. He got them straightened out and then said, “Toar petticoat ta khooley dichchee.” (“I am taking of your petticoat.”)Slowly he pulled the cord and then loosened the cord around my waist.Then he sat up on the bed and softly said, “Lift you buttocks.” I did. He slowly slid the petticoat off my body and dropped it on the side of the bed.He then stood near the bed and said, “I am going to give you pleasure that you thought was not possible on earth.” I was intrigued. What would he do?? Was there anything better than getting fucked???With that, he picked up the limp petticoat from the floor and pulled out the waist cord and held my left ankle and tied it to the bed post. I tried to wriggle and protest. He indicated to me that he would spank me very hard indeed if I protested too much.He added, “Beshee jhamela korlay toar dhoray pondh meray debo.” (“Any more protests and I will bugger you, you bitch,”)He then rushed to my wardrobe and took the waist band of my dressing gown and tied my other ankle to the bed post, with my legs eagle spread.Here I was, completely naked except from my white panty with a wet patch on the clit, lying eagle spread on my bed and helpless.For some unknown reason he then got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. He returned shortly with my toothbrush in hand. Wet, with water dripping from it.I had no idea why!!!He then slowly climbed onto the bed and took a position where he could see my crotch well and control it as well.He started to tantalize my crotch running his finger tips over my slit, softly and imperceptibly. I was raising my hips to meet the finger, throwing my head from side to side. Hissing, “Sssss. Aaaaahhhnn.”Soon, he took the tooth brush in his hand and said, “Keep your hands up. You will now get the tooth brush treatment.”I was aghast. What would he do with that?? Put it in??? No. I did not want to hurt my pussy.I pleaded, “Amaar gooood ta chcheeray jabay. Lokhee shona, aita diye goooodey laggash na.” (“Dear darling. Please, this will tear my pussy and hurt my clit. Please not this.”)But all he did was to start running the brush from top over the slit right down between my wide open legs till my ass, over the panty.I felt an electric shock passing through my crotch. It was excruciatingly pleasurable.I moaned with pleasure and said, “Stop it. Please stop it. Please. Aaaaahhhnn Aaaaahhhnn Aaaaahhhnn Aaaaahhhnn Aaaaahhhnn.”He realized that I would not keep quiet with this kind of pleasure. And my Mother will hear my pleadings for more pleasure, and she may knock or walk in. That would indeed be disastrous. He quickly got up, rolled his handkerchief into a ball and forced me to open my mouth and put the home made gag in.I tried to take out the gag with my hands. He looked at me sternly and said, “Don’t.””Just put your hands up.”He held the brush and passed the handle over the slit, softly. That was again like an electric shock. As time went bye, his brush scratching was becoming harder and harder.I was turning and twisting with pleasure and throwing my head around. And lifting my ass to meet the brush. The gag was keeping my noise down to “Hnnnn. Nnnnnnnnn. Mmmmmmm.”Then he switched to the bristles. That was maddening.Once as it passed I tickled my clit. I let out a small muffled scream, “Hnnnn. Nnnnnnnnn. Mmmmmmm.”He asked, “Did I hurt you?””Nnnn.”He realized that I would soon be coming. He went on relentlessly till I came and came and came.He let me rest awhile. Then he pulled the gag out and asked,” So? How was it?””My God. That was incredible. Where did you learn that?””Imagination. Darling. For one’s girl one has to imagine.”As I relaxed with shudder after shudder passing through my body and the pussy mouth opening and closing repeatedly in delayed satisfaction, he realized that it was time to release my legs.He just took off the knots on the bed post.He climbed on to the bed and said, “Okay. So. Now I am ready to leave for Kharagpur.”He added, “I will take that panty off and take this one with me. It is all wet with your juices. I will take that. That will give me the smell of you whenever I want. This toothbrush has your pussy juices. I can taste you wherever I like.”I asked, “And what about me? What do I have to be with, while you are way?”He said, “I don’t know. That s upto you.”I said, “Okay, then let me drink your semen atleast once.””No. That is terrible. It will smell bad. You will not like it.”I answered, “You will listen or do I tie you up with the bed and suck your cock till I have the semen in my mouth?”He was amazed and relaxed as I made him lie down on the bed and I propped myself up and started to suck his cock and play with his balls. I told him, “Take off my panty in the meanwhile.”I knew that once he saw the pussy, he would remain up till he ejaculated.He peeled the panty off. I let him sniff my slit while I sucked and sucked. Then in less that five minutes of pure sucking and licking and caressing his balls, he came into my mouth.Slop after slop of semen hit my mouth. He said between sobs of pleasure, “Don’t. Spit it out.”Yes. It did smell. It was salty. But I drank it up.We lay together for over 30 minutes.I could hear the tea tray being prepared. I told him that it was time to go out as brother and sister again. He got up, wore his clothes. I looked for a fresh bra and then wore my blouse and wrapped the same saree around. I did my hair and he did his and we stepped out of the room as if nothing had happened.During tea, chatting with my Mother, he suggested that I visited him during the Spring Festival. She said half yes.Then it wax time for him to go. He suggested, “Okay. So I will get into a bus and go to the station.”I suggested, “No. Why doesn’t the driver drop you at the station?”My Mother felt it was good idea. But added, “No. Khuku. You go along and see him off. You are doing nothing better at this moment and will do nothing either.”In the car, he said, I will write to you. I have decided to name that special pussy of your ‘Neera’. So that even if someone were to read my letter, they would think I am referring to your friend.”That was clever. I added, “Then I will name your cock ‘Kukoor’.”I smiled and asked, Toar kukur ta kamon aachchey?” (“How is your dog keeping?”)He asked, “Why Kukur?”I laughed and said, “After all it is the Kukur, i.e. the dog that runs after the cat! And the cat can be called ‘pussy.”He laughed and said, “Tuee Neerar dakhaaa shona koreesh. Ar oar chool bodo hotay debee naa.” (“You look after ‘Neera’ and don’t let her hairs grow!!”)Suddenly he said, “By the way. You better get off the pill. That is not good for your health at this age. But before coming to Kharagpur, start it again. Doing ‘that’ with gossamer around it no good.”I nodded. He quickly patted my crotch and winked at me. “It is my property. Keep it well.”The station reached. He leant across and started to pick up some thing from the floor. I asked, “What has fallen down?”He did not answer. He simply straightened out and while so doing kissed my boobs quickly in one motion.He got out of the car and left.I came back to my room and the memories of the few days of pure love sheer pleasure.The next four years, while Mintu completed his course in IIT passed in torrid letters being exchanged, in celibacy and in following Mintu’s instructions n how look after my ‘treasures’ (that is what he referred to my feminine assets).But every letter told me that I should not masturbate to relieve my rising libido, directly linked with my fresh youth and the hormonal rise and fall followed by the monthly loss of an egg, for the want of a Father!!!I did not fall short in my duties as a jealous lover. I constantly asked him whether he had found some one to help him release his bursting libido?? I gave him constant instructions, of what I though was the best therapy for elongating and fattening the dick. He wrote back, that he was following my therapy religiously and the results were good.But, all letters from me to Mintu and from him to me promised that when he finishes his studies, he would come over and ‘take’ me. And if I co-operate, take me ‘for ever’.I wondered, how I could be ‘taken for ever’. I had heard from my girl friends who were being fucked by their boy friends, always complained hat most times they did not even get humped for two minutes and the boy friend would let out a war cry kind of whoop and collapse onto them. Having ejected their offering!! Worse, several girls had told me that their boy friends would drop their seed all over their sarees before they could even come near entering.For some reason, I never told my friends that Mintu would make me come several times before he would enter and that he would actually fuck for a good five to seven minutes before he would let his semen enter my fallopian.In the meanwhile I finished my graduation. Much against my expectations, under constant exhortation from Mintu, I studied hard and did well. Since Mintu’s course was five years’ long, under Mintu’s encouragement, I joined a two year management course in Jamshedpur and completed the course. I now had a MBA too.I finished in May. And returned home, awaiting Mintu’s passage through Calcutta in the way to his parent’s home in Delhi. As the month of June, when the course content ends and the students leave for their homes to await the final results, He would be staying overnight only!! I started anticipating his passage through Calcutta and for the small aperture of opportunity for me to let him know that I truly loved him.And more!!! (Whatever that meant)And for him, to try and fulfill some of his torrid promises in his letters.In the month preceding his arrival into Calcutta, I started to receive instructions on what he wanted me to do to prepare for him. He instructed me to start to massage my boobs with butter every day. He wanted me to knead in the butter into my nipples. He instructed me that I should add significant amount of salt in the butter before massaging my breasts. And then I should take my bath after letting the butter on my boobs to be soaked in. According to him applying the salt would make the boobs silkier. And the butter would make them more voluptuous.He asked me to apply clarified butter (Ghee in India) in my ass hole and all over my buttocks. This should be massaged into the skin. He instructed that he wanted my ass hole smooth and well oiled. Just in case he wanted to take me from the rear as well.He ordered me to apply Veet on my arm pits and on my pubic area to remove all my hair. He wanted this done every two days. I was to massage olive oil into my bald pubic area and on my pussy lips atleast an hour before my bath. When this was over, he wanted me to take olive oil between two fingers and massage my clit and apply the oil by softly pinching the clit, lifting it up and letting it slip out of my fingers because of the oil. He surmised, that doing that would make my clit more sensitive and would get lifted up, “as if peeking out to the world, looking for some good treatment with (Mintu’s) tongue and fingers”.Clearly, I was to practically masturbate while massaging.He said, “If you ‘came’ while doing this, so be it!!!! But no masturbating for masturbation’s sake.”He had added, he wanted me to apply a Jasmine flavored hair tonic into my scalp and hairs.After kneading in the oil in all my ‘treasures’, he wanted me to follow it up with massage with Avon perfumed cream, with special care to the ‘treasures’; and the armpits. The Avon perfumed cream would give that great smell. Embedded inside my skin.I can confess, his prescription really worked. The sensitive skin over my boobs had truly become silkier and smooth. What with the daily dose of near orgasm status, my hips were now fuller and my boobs were fuller. My bra was stretched and were straining to hold the two boobs in the cups.Understanding that we would make love every second we were together, I started the Pill about 60 days before his arrival date.Since my bath started to take over two hours, my Mother asked me several times, “Why are you taking so long for your bath??”I had to lie. I said, “Ma, I have started doing some Yoga to keep myself fit. What with sitting around all the time, I could do with some exercise.”She readily agreed and said, “Yes. I think you should. Look at the way you have put on weight on your hips and the bust line.”In order to allay any doubts, I added, “I am also massaging my self with some oil after my Yoga to ensure that my circulation is okay.”She said, “That is good.”As the D-Day came closer, my anticipation of love gave me hot flashes and a shudder or two would pass down my spine, while just sitting and dreaming of what we would do, together.I often wondered, with the ministrations to his cock, what it would look like and what it would feel like inside me. Would his abstinence for years, with no masturbation lend great urgency to his love making?? Would he be loving and shower me with kisses and then strip me naked, slowly and make love to me?? Or would he, atleast for the first time, hurry and fuck me violently? I wondered.And got wet.And then it was D-Day. The train was to reach Howrah station at about 4 PM. To prepare, I took out his letter telling me what he wanted me to wear. I took out a red and black Ghagra (long flowing ankle length skirt with lots of pleats and with draw string to hold it in place) and a short front buttoned waist length red mirror work Kurta (a cotton shirt).He had specifically forbidden wearing a bra and my panty on that day. I was intrigued what he could do in a car in the busy streets of Calcutta, with our driver at the wheel. What was the benefit of my not wearing these two inner wear??I got ready. I kept my hair open, with no clips, hair band etc, they way be liked. In keeping with his strict instructions. Besides I knew he liked to run his fingers through my hairs and dip his longish nose inside my hair and take deep breaths. He had told me many times that, doing that gave him great peace and relaxation.I wore no bra and panty. Most women in India do not wear a panty. So, one does not miss it that much. But bra??? That was very difficult to carry off. I slung a Dupatta (large scarf) over my shoulders and wrapped it around to hide my discomfiture.I left home by 2 PM with a servant (to help with the large amount of luggage that Mintu would carrying, since he was now leaving the hostel for good, and to bring it back to my home by taxi) and reached Howrah station at 3 PM. All those who have been to Howrah Station know that one can drive the car into the station and walk to the train. The train was 20 minutes late.I stood in the jostling crowd near the third Class compartment area and waited.I was overdressed from Howrah Station and smelling too good. I had to hear some cat calls and some suggestive remarks. I ignored them all and waited.The servant stood next to me, understanding that I had gone to collect my brother.The train arrived. He stepped out, looking darker than before, longer hairs, unshaven, bleary eyed and gaunt looking. He looked exhausted by the last few months of work n his Thesis.We exchanged pleasantries and he quickly explained to the servant what the items were and the handling instructions etc.Mintu and I quickly walked towards the parked car and soon sat inside and drove out through the over bridge.In that car, I asked him, “So? How was the journey?”He said, “Fine. The question is what the journey will be like tonight!!”While he sat on my right, he lifted his left thigh onto the seat, bent it under him and turned and sat to face me on the wide seat of the car and gazed at me and inspected me from head to toe through his gaunt and now inset eyes.He said, “Unwrap that Dupatta.”I unwrapped it and kept it aside. He looked to see if I was wearing a bra. He commented, “Good.”I asked, “Good what?””Looks good.””What looks good?””The dress.””And?””And what is inside it!” he said with a wry smile.I smiled back.He said, “Unmukto.” (Meaning, ‘It has been set free.” in Bengali.) I understood he meant that my breasts were free of the bra encumbrance.I blushed.While the car bumped through the cobbled Strand Road, he reached fir my right wrist, caught it and caressed my hand with both his rough hands. I felt an electric shock pass through my whole body, as he touched me and I shuddered.We said nothing to each other for some time, as his finger tips went up ad down my wrist and palm and occasionally crept up my fore arm.I asked him, “So. What is the plan for the day?”He said, “I need to shave, have bath, have some food and then sleep for about an hour or so. That will re-charge my batteries and keep me fresh for the rest of the evening.”I said, “Sleep?””Yes. With you.””I see,” I said. “And how, pray will you do that, in the day time, with my Mother hovering around?””I don’t care. You will have to give me the shave. You will have to give me the bath and then, you will sit with me while I eat something. And then, I want to hold you close in my arms, with you completely naked with me in bed, while I sleep.” (Ammar boyeyee gachchey. Baadee giyey toomee amakay shave korabey aar amaakey chaan korabey. Taar por, amaar shathey boshey khabey. Khabbar poray, tomakay nangto koray joriye dhoray ghoomabo.)I blushed, while shudder after shudder passed through my back at the sheer audacity of his demand from me.”Eeeesh. How embarrassing.” “Eeeesh. Kee jay bolow na?”My womanly brain was working, how I could handle the matter with my Mother. How could I be with my lover, the way he wanted me??But, equally my Mother is a woman too and can see through most of my womanly wiles. I wasn’t sure; she would not see through my scheme and put a spanner in the works. Though, I was sure, she did not even guess that I was fucking him.Through lots of small talk and constant touching each other, soon we reached home. My Mother emerged outside. Mintu bent low to touch her feet. My Mother said, “Bless you. How thin you have become. You must rest for a few days, before you start getting into a new job.”We walked in. Tea and some snacks were ready, kept in the first floor balcony. We sat there together, having tea and chatting with my Mother and my younger brother. He spoke of his experience in IIT and asked about my course and my brother’s studies etc.In about half and hour, Mintu suggested to my Mother, “Pishi, can I have bath?””Yes. Of course. Your suitcase has been sent to the guest room on the first floor. Khuku, why don’t you take your brother there and make him comfortable?””Yes Ma.”As we walked in, I was tense. I was about to play my gambit to be with him in the guest room to do what we wanted to.As we turned the corner into the room, Mintu caught me by my arm and grabbed me and wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me hard and planted one kiss on my lower lip.His unshaven beard pricked my face. Yet, I was hungry for love. I kissed him back and almost sobbed and whispered, “I really missed you. Darling. I did.”He did not answer. He kissed me repeatedly on my eyes, face and lips and spun around my body as he lifted my feet off the ground to kiss me.I was embarrassed, thinking that some one might walk through the door that ws ajar. I suggested, “Dorjataa kholaa aachchey.” (“The door is wide open.”)He did not stop. The sheer ecstasy of his kisses and the warmth of his roving hand just took my breath away.I managed to peel myself away, while wanting to be stripped and kissed and made love to and whispered, “Let me make the arrangements to give you a shave, bath etc and the rest.”He caught me, pulled me near him from my back and slowly caressed each of my free breast inside the Kurta. I turned my face to meet his lips and he kissed me, as her slid his hands up my Kurta and caressed both my bare boobs.I had to struggle against myself, wanting more, and break away and face him. I said, “Let me arrange for my being here, while you bathe!!!”I asked him to place his suit case on the bed and to open the top, so that we can see the mess it is. I suggested to him that I do the next act my way.He lifted his suitcase and placed it and opened the lid. It was a holy mess. I made it worse. While I was doing that, he was slowly feeling my buttocks and caressing the bum cheeks from above the Ghagra..I knew he was checking to see if I was wearing my panty. I assured him, “Panty poree nee.” (I am not wearing any panties.”)He was about to lift the Ghagra up to see me. I shooed him and walked off to talk to my Mother.”Ma. His suitcase is a mess. There were more dirty clothes than fresh. He can not find any clothes in them, unless they are sorted out. I think I better sort them out, while Mintu has his bath and place them inside the wardrobe and pass him the clothes he has to wear after his bath. Also, may be we should give him a fresh towel and soap etc.”She said, “OK.”I returned back to his room. He was waiting for me to return. While he sat on the chair near the study table, he watched me intently. I nearly shouted, “Mintu, Your suitcase is a holy mess. I am getting a fresh dry towel and soap etc. You better go in for your bath, while I get your clothes organized into the wardrobe etc.”I wanted my Mother to hear that. For good measure, I added, when you have shaved and completed your bath, just call for me by opening your bathroom door a crack and I will pass your clothes in.”I knew that my Mother had by now been lulled into thinking that I was doing my sisterly act by helping my brother get organized.I started pottering around with his clothes and trying to fold the clean ones back and throw the dirty ones down on the floor for the washer man to take away for cleaning, ironing and returning the next day. As I was at it, I came across his medicine pouch and peeked in. I saw a small can-based spray with ‘Stud 100’ written on it.I asked him, “What is this?? Are you injured or what?”He answered, “I will tell you later. Just put it way.”When about ten minutes were over I again spoke loudly, “Mintu, get up and don’t be lazy bones and bolt the door. Let me finish arranging your clothes. You proceed for your bath.”He loudly answered, “You do it. Silly girl. I am tired.””What is this?? Am I your servant or what?”While rummaging through his suitcase, I came across an electric massager. I gesticulated t him why need that? He whispered back, “I need it for some reason, I will tell you later. Just put it way.”I looked at him and gesticulated to him to get up and bolt the door. Mintu walked across the room and bolted the door softly.And then stood near the bolted door and continued gazing at me.I looked up with an embarrassed look and asked, “What are you looking at? You have seen me before. Haven’t you?”He nodded and walked across to me and said, “I am thinking if I should make love to you first right here and now or keep that program for the night. so that I can make love to you repeatedly as many times as we like and sleep in each other’s arms.”I suggested, “Let me give you the shave and the bath you wanted me to give you first. Then we will see what we feel like doing.””OK. But first get a shower cap on, else your hairs will get wet and your Mother will see through it.”I told him, “But, I don’t have one, here in this room!!””Why did I go to IIT? To look for solutions, not problems. Just take out that plastic bag in my suitcase and we will use it as a shower cap for you.”I fished out the plastic bag. He placed it on my head and then fashioned it in such away that my long open hair got trapped inside the make shift cap and my ears were also covered.Once that was done, Mintu pulled a chair into the middle of the room, ensured the curtains were drawn and then said, “You have got to ensure that my clothes don’t get soiled with the shaving foam and the water etc.””So. What should I do?”He said, “Just take off my clothes and then start shaving me!!”I blushed and asked saucily, “Shave what?””Whatever you like.”I got his shaving kit ready with the foam etc and the blade inserted inside the razor (actually he had to help me, since I really did not know how to go about it).Once it was ready, I got near him and clinically un buttoned his shirt, peeled it off. The slid his vest off his head and then made him sit down on the chair.As he sat down, he held both my wrists and pulled me near and said, “This Kurta has to go.”I was standing in front of him, vulnerable and dominated.And without any ado, he unbuttoned all the buttons in the front of my Kurta and slowly parted the cloth from my chest. As my two boobs emerged, he gasped and slowly pulled the Kurta down. He slid the Kurta down my arms and released it in a small heap behind me.He looked at each of my breast and then ever so slowly touched the main body of my naked breasts with his finger tips.Softly he said, “Wow. So smooth and beautiful.”He kissed each of my breast repeatedly and slowly came closer ad closer to my g**** like, now swelling and erect nipples.I could feel the surge in his blood pressure and his rising libido. His cock was perhaps paining him, entrapped in that tight underwear of his, straining to be free and be caressed.I tried to place my fingers on his crotch. He stopped me and said, “No. Don’t touch it. I will loose control and all the game will be spoilt. Don’t you see, I want to make love to you, not just fuck you. All the semen in my balls is meant to be inside your womb to nurture your pussy. I am truly randy. Touching it now will make me spill my seed.”I realized he was truly in love with me. He wanted to savor my sex. With a surge of love, I kissed him on his forehead and said, “I understand. Just do what you like and take me fully, as many times you like and when you want to.”He caressed and loved my breasts for some time and sucked each nipple and licked it with small short and teasing swipes.Then he peeled himself away and asked me to start applying the foam.With his assistance I took out some foam and applied it on his face in the most amateurish way. As I concentrated on his face, he concentrated on my breasts as they swung in front of his face and mouth. Several times, my nipples brushed his face and picked up some foam. He appeared uncomfortable and his hand came up and caressed my breasts while removing the foam.Soon I fixed the razor and tried to shave him. I failed miserably. He then held my hand and helped me shave him.Once that finished, he got up and said, “You have to now give me a bath.”I knew that the noise of the shower could be heard outside. I had to create that noise so that my Mother continued believing that Mintu was having his bath. While in fact, I was luxuriating in his sex. Having done that, I started to prepare the water in the bucket. I got the shampoo and the soap ready.Then like a busybody I came out of the bathroom and old him, “Take off your clothes.”He did not respond. I walked near him and repeated, “You can’t bathe with those clothes on!! Take off your clothes.”He smiled and said, “You take them off for me.”I stepped back and looked at his eyes to assess his plan. As I stepped back, he instructed with a soft voice, “You can’t give me a bath wearing this Ghagra. That will get wet!!! Take your draw string out from under the waist band. I want to pull that string and make you completely naked when I like.”I looked at him, thinking, after he takes this off, he will see me in my petticoat. Should I tell him now, or better to tantalize him with one more layer?I walked near him, undid his belt and then pulled the hook of his trouser. Then I pulled the zip down and let his pants drop. I could see his undie swollen with his hard cock rearing to be set free.I slowly squatted and pulled his underwear down. His cock sprang out like a large arrow, angry and throbbing. The fore skin half drawn back and the one eyed monster looking at me. His balls were hanging loose – may be because it was a hot and humid summer’s days.He stepped away from the underwear which lay at his ankles.He slightly held my hairs and softly indicated that he wanted me to stand up. I stood up.I was glancing at the prize that stood erect between his legs, perhaps with greed.He asked, “You want that?”I nodded.”This needs to be cleaned up. The sweat and grime with the hours of travel, makes it necessary that you clean it for me. I will let you suck it only after my bath.”He then added, “Come let me take this Ghagra down and let me look at your pussy.”I blushed. His hands slowly ran over my bare torso and caressed my entire waist. He leaned forward and kissed my nipples one by one.He then stepped back, sat down on the chair with me standing trembling in front of him. He then held the draw string and pulled it. The bow knot opened out. Yet the Ghagra clung to the waist.He inserted his fingers under the waist band and loosened the draw string and then dropped my Ghagra. As it slid down, it got stuck at my hips. And the petticoat came into view.He said, “You are wearing a petticoat too??? OK. This drawstring. Take it out with your own hands and give it to me. I want that off too.”With trembling fingers I fished that out and then had to take his fingers and place them on the string. He looked at me and said, “Tomaakay aibaarey ammakey boltay hobey, tomakay nangto korar jonno.” (“You have to now plead to me to make you completely naked.”)”Toomee na!!??? Na aamee bolbo na.” (“Shhhh. No, I wont.”) I said that in the womanly way, wanting him to take the responsibility of making me naked while I let out those disapproving noises.I think he understood what I wanted. He got up and slowly spun me around and then stood behind me.He embraced me from behind me, with his erect cock attacking my lower back. He was caressing my breasts and between kisses through my tresses onto my shoulders, he whispered, “Get onto tip toes. When your petticoat comes down, I want my cock to slide between your thighs from the rear.”I raised myself up on my toes. He slid his fingers under my petticoat ad fished out the draw string and then slowly pulled it. He said, “Khankee magee. Tokay aibaarey pooroe puree nagto koray debo.” (In colloquial Bengali it would mean, “You hot bitch, I will now strip you completely.”)He was placing hot kisses on my neck and shoulders. I hissed back, “Ammakay nagto koray day. Amaakay shooiyay chooday day.” (“Do strip me naked. Make me lie on my back and ravish me.”)His hands helped my Ghagra and petticoat down, which lay in a circle at my feet. His erect dick went right between my legs and the tip emerged from the front. The cock was passing right over my slit from below and I was loosing my senses wanting to be taken.His hips were grinding forward and backward in an involuntary movement.I hissed, “Aaaaaaaah. For four years, I have wanted that cock between my legs.”He was slowly caressing my breasts and kissing my neck. He whispered back, “Haramjadi. Tokay aamee hazaar baar choodbo, aaj ratteeray.” (“You hot bitch, I will make love to you all night.”)He realized that he was loosing control. He stopped grinding that cock in and out of the thigh gap and asked, “So?? Has your prescription worked?? Has my cock become any longer and thicker?””Yes. It has. It has really become fatter. And harder!! But, I can really tell when it fucks me” (“Monay hoyey agter thekay motaa aar lobaa hoychchey. Tobay jokhon chudbay, tokhon gooder modhey diye boltay parbo – koto mota hoyechchey.”)”Really?””Yes. It has. Besides, I want to see how long and how many times it can fuck me in one night.” (: Aaar shobchey important jay koto baar khada hoye ammakeey kotokhon dhoray choday.”)”We will see.”He left caressing my breasts and moved his finger tips down to my crotch. As it reached the slit, he could feel the dampness and the wet slit.”You are fully hot and ready.”I answered, “Yes. I am.”He said, “Let me see the pussy.”I felt deeply excited. He would be really seeing my pussy from close after several years. It could turn him mad with desire.He pulled his cock from between my thighs and slowly spun me around.Then he walked to the two single chairs and quickly placed them both near the bed.He came close. As I faced him, “He scooped me into his arms and took me to the bed and placed me on the edge of the bed. He then took care t place my legs one each on the two chairs.As I lay there, my pussy was bare, bald and completely visible. Like all women, my hands moved to cover my charm and source of immense pride and pleasure.Mintu noticed that. He firmly held both my wrists and lifted them up and took my hands near my resting head and said, “Lift your hands and place them behind your head.”I whimpered, “Pleeeeaase don’t,” and turned my face away, ostrich like not to see what he was doing, or may be to register my sense of modesty.As I placed my hands behind my head, Mintu said, “I am now going to trace your arms down to your boobs and waist and then love your inner thighs and finally caress your pussy with my fingers.”I protested and made pleading noises, “Please. Please don’t.”He firmly held my wrists in that place and then started to caress my fore arm and came down my inner upper arms. When he came to my arm pits, he stopped.He said, “These arm pits are real smooth. They have to be kissed and licked.”He held my arms in that locked position and kissed each of my arm pits one by one and then proceeded to lick each one, as if he was having an ice cream.An electric shock passed through my body and I writhed with pleasure. I moaned, “Hhhhmmmm. Nnnnnnnn.”When he finished licking my arm pits, he looked into my eyes and said, “They taste good. And smell good too. I will now eat your boobs. I want to see if my treatment has made then any juicer and smoother.”Then slowly, he shifted his attention to my boobs. He ran his finger tips over my breasts and gasped, “Aaaaaah. They are smooth as silk. And juicy. I have got to love them, caress them and kiss then one by one.”My hands were coming down to caresses his hairs.He just stopped me and said, “I want you helpless. Hands must be there only.”My hands went back behind my head.He then gave slight squeezes to each of my boobs and then started to kiss the main swollen body of my breast one by one while squeezing the other. While kissing my bobs, he was leaning over me. I could feel the hot and hard cock brushing against my pussy slit as he went on loving my breasts.As the cock slid over my slit, involuntarily I released the knees and let them drop, hoping that the cock would actually brush against my clit. And I would explode with excitement.He reached one nipple at a time and sucked each one, one by one. When he withdrew his lips, he remained sucking them and released them noisily.He then knelt between my now slightly spread legs and his fingers started to trace my midriff and came down to my stomach and then down towards my groin. He caressed my things from outside and then looked up at me and asked, “Will you spread your legs for me. Or do I have to spread them for you?”All I could do was to mumble, “Do what you like.”He slowly pushed both the chairs apart and moved my legs as wide apart as he could.I protested, “Pleeease. Pleease don’t. I am so ashamed the way you take me.” (“Eeeeesh. Kee jay korchchow naa. Khoob lojjaa korchchay.)He looked at my wide spread pussy and he gasped and said, “Tomar clit taa to thikray beriiyay aashchay.” (“Your clit is now long and thrusting out.”)He added, “Eyeetakay aamee chaatbo. Aaar ratteeray khaboe.” (“I will lick this now. And eat your pussy completely in the night.”)Saying that he ran his fingers all over my inner thighs and slowly came nearer and nearer my wide open pussy bald lips.He said, “I love your pussy. Each fold and its womanly secrets are open and visible. The cunt opening is inviting.”Saying that he started to lick my inner things, nearer and nearer to my crotch.I squirmed with pleasure and anticipation. I squealed with pleasure.I could not help it any more. My hands reached for his hairs and I started to caress his hairs as he started to lick every fold of my pussy, opening then with his fingers and licking with a thin tip of his tongue.I cried out, “Aaaaah. I love you. Mintu. I love you.”He was at work. His tongue slowly circled my elongated and excited clit and reached it.I cried out, “Aaaaah. Nnnnnnn. Ooooh. Please . . . . “My legs started to close, holding his face down between my thighs.He said, “Keep then wide apart,” and pressed down my thighs firmly. I could not hold back, I almost cried out, “Aaaah. Aaaeeeee. I want to be able lift my hips and enjoy . . . .!!!”He understood my need. He stepped back and then caught my calves and placed my legs over his shoulders. And then he put his palms below my hips and lifted my bum off the bed to reach his mouth.He flicked my clit. I cried out, “Aaaah.”Then he moved his tongue back. And flicked escort aliağa lightly. My hips rose to meet his tongue. As he did a butterfly on my clit, I caressed his hairs, and went on gasping with pleasure and letting out small noises of appreciation, “Aaaaeee. Hnnnnnnn. Sssssssssss.”I could not holdback any more and pleaded, “Make me come. Pleeeeease. Please make me come,”He licked, sucked and flicked my clit till I came in wave after wave of an orgasm. My hands were out of control and I was writhing with pleasure, and thrashing around and swinging my head from side to side, suspended with my pussy near his mouth.After I came, he slowly lowered me onto the bed, with my bum resting at the edge of the bed and my legs back on the two chairs. I panted with long gasps of fresh air. I had goose pimples and shudder after shudder passed through my body.After four years, getting an orgasm!!! With no masturbation in between. And the orgasm caused by your lover’s tongue!!! Only a woman will understand what that means.And much more to follow.I closed my eyes and savored the orgasm, while he softly kissed my boobs and my eyes and face. Yet, his hard and erect cock brushing my slit.The orgasm plateau gave me several lower and lower shocks of pleasure. I am sure he could see my pussy mouth opening and closing, while trying to extract maximum pleasure from this assisted masturbation.I rested, may be five minutes. I opened my eyes and told him with quivering thin and soft voice, “Thanks. Thanks for this. Oooooh. I needed that. Very badly.”He just nodded and said, “Don’t even mention it. This is the appetizer only. I will fuck you repeatedly and mercilessly all night tonight. I have still not started to enjoy your cunt. Just keep that enthusiasm intact.”My senses were coming back. I realized that I could not keep that door shut indefinitely. How long can that bath be???I controlled my self and stood up n wobbly feet and said, “Come let me give you the bath.”He quickly re-adjusted the make shift shower cap on my head and I took the initiative.I wanted to be naughty. I stepped forward held the base of his erect cock and pulled him towards the bathroom and said, “Your cock has now been seized. You are under cock arrest. “He smiled and walked into the bathroom.As he walked under the shower, he pulled me under it too and embraced me ad kissed my forehead and whispered, “Khuku, I am actually in love with you. That is why I want to make love to you and not fuck you.”I kissed him back and told him honestly, “I too am in love with you. But, I want to be fucked. Atleast tonight.”I quickly took the shampoo, and applied it on his unruly hairs and washed his hairs. Then I started to apply soap over his body. As I did that, I could see that the cold water had cooled his ardor and his cock was now down from full attention to an easy look. I left his crotch for the last and applied soap on his legs and in his butt crack. And washed the soap away.Finally, I reached the favorite part of his body. His crotch. I knelt in front of him and applied soap under his crotch and then on his balls, one by one. Finally, I applied soap n his cock from outside. And then pulled his foreskin back completely and applied soap on his ridge.I hissed and said, “Aaoooow. That is very nice. Ssssss.’Seeing tha the liked it, I did that several times. His cock started rising to the occasion.I washed his cock under the flowing water and then, without any ado, I kissed his cock and sucked the tip into my mouth. I let my tongue swirl his cock tip, with his foreskin pulled back. He bent backwards and grunted with pleasure. He caressed my head from above my shower cap. I went on sucking that dick and with my right hand started to masturbate his cock by moving his foreskin forward and back quickly while the cock was inside my mouth.His cock became hard again, notwithstanding the cold water.I could make out, he would not take too long to come. And his balls were swollen. I realized that his balls were perhaps full of semen.He pulled back and pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth.When he stopped kissing me, he said, “That semen has to go inside your hot pussy. Not in your mouth. Atleast now.”His naughtiness normally never ends that soon. Not so expectedly, he decided that my slit was filled with pussy juices and had to be cleaned for’ feminine hygiene”. He hoisted m onto the bathroom basin slab and made me squat on top of it and he used his palms to stream some water onto my slit. With his other hand he spread my slit apart and started to clean the juices out, with his tongue!!!! All the way from start of the folds of flesh just below my navel till my anus.I pleaded to be let go, “Pleeeease don’t do tht. That is toooooo good. Aaaaaah. Stop. Stop. Pleeeeease.”I had to hold onto the taps on the wash basin, so as to ensure that the pleasure did not make me fall over.When he was through with his latest bout of naughtiness, I climbed down and we decided that he has had a long bath (in so far as my Mother was concerned and it was time to emerge from the room.)He took the towel down and said, “You first dry me up and then I will wipe you dry!!”I took the towel on my hands and walked behind him ad in a surge of affection for him, I hugged him from behind. As I was hugging him and laying my turned face on his bare wet back shoulder, my hand stayed on to his now flaccid cock.I toyed with it and my other hand started to cup his balls. He said, “What are you upto now??””Shhhhhh. . . .,” I said and continued playing with his cock. I held his foreskin and pulled it back all the way and then teasingly I pulled it back over his cock tip. He protested and again said, “What are you upto?????””Just keep quiet. Will you. I have taken over your cock and it belongs to me. I will play with it as long as I like. Okay?”Soon I was nearly shagging him and his cock was getting to slowly rise and get hard.He then pleaded, “Khuku. As an elder brother I am requesting you that I want to keep that enormous amount of semen reserved for your cunt. Why are you hell bent on making me come before that?”I realized, he meant it. Besides my cunt needed that nourishment.I stopped and kissed him on his back and proceeded to wipe him dry. II walked around and dried his cock and balls as well.Then it was his turn to dry me. He took all the time to softly wipe my boobs one by one and then wiped my back and my crack from behind me. Then he squatted in front of me and made me stand with slightly parted legs and he wiped my legs from bottom down till my crotch.Finally he came to my pussy. He was extra soft with my pussy ands left is nearly damp.He kissed me several times and finally kissed me on my pussy and we walked out of the bathroom.He proceeded to get into a fresh underwear ad then slipped into a pair of Bengali pajama and Kurta, while I had to look for my clothes strewn all over the room ad slip into them.Then I proceeded to the dresser and quickly set my hairs right and whispered t him that he should take another ten minutes before he emerged from the room. “I better go out and bitch like hell to Ma. I must complain that you took far too long and I had to needlessly wait for you t call for your clothes. Now that you have asked for your clothes, I have passed them in and come out of the bedroom”He nodded and I came out the room and went about my plan with my Mother.After ten minutes Mintu emerged from the room and had small talk with my Mother. While I went about planning how to get to be in the room with Mintu. And get mercilessly fucked and fucked and fucked.I fantasized that Mintu would have so much semen in his balls that it would start to drip out of my cunt hole, and I would feel it dripping down my thighs while I walked!!!As the evening progressed my Father returned from work and had his quota of small talk with Mintu. The talk came down to what plans Mintu had of getting a job for himself. Mintu said, “I have some campus offers coming up. I expect I will get one of them.”As the evening wore n, MIntu asked my Mother, “Pishee, ayee dushtoo meye taa kee korbay akhon?? MBA koray akhon baadi boshay thakbay nakee? (“Aunt. What will this naughty girl do after having completed her MBA? Sit at home and twiddle her thumbs?”)My Mother replied, “Who will give her a job? Once you get a job, you get her a job. Then the two of you, the brother and sister can stay in the same place and work. Then I will look for a god groom for her and get her married.”My heart raced at this proposal of staying with Mintu. But I protested, “Ma. Aaamee biye tiye aakhon korbo naa. Aaar amee Minru’s shathey thaktey parbo naa. Aaatow jalaye naa??” (“Mom I have no marriage plans at the moment. And I can’t stand staying with Mintu. He really bugs me.”)My brother joined in to the conversation and soon dinner was served.As dinner was proceeding, I played my move and announced, “Ma, I will sit on the roof with Mintu for while and chat with him. And then may be we will continue the chat in his room.”My Mother replied, “I don’t know what you guys do?? Once you hate his face. Then you must chat with him all night!!”My Dad spoke knowingly, “They are so close in age. Leave them be.”As dinner finished, Mintu went to his room to brush his teeth and I went into my bedroom and changed into a wrap around lunge (like a wrap around long skirt) and a short loose Kurta (Indian top). It had gold colored metal buttons in the back and a deep plunging neck line. Not the best as night wear, but certainly good for teasing a boy friend. I gathered my hairs with a large plastic clip. I knew that Mintu liked to be tantalized and love tantalizing me when he stripped me naked. Also, he liked my hairs free while fucking. Under Mintu’s strict instructions, I did not wear my bra or panty. I rubbed in significant amounts of Avon Cream perfumes into my boobs, arm pit and crotch.Then as I emerged, I suggested to Mintu in front of all the family, “Are you coming up to chat or will you leave me alone and let me catch some sleep?”He got up and walked bye me and pulled a bunch of my hairs as he walked up the stairs. I yelped “Aoooooooch. What is this??? You can’t do this Mintu? Ma??? Please tell him not to bother me!!”I too walked up the stairs.Mintu did not waste time and said, “Khuku. I want you to fetch the Nivea Cream bottle and your lipstick and come back quickly.”I walked down the steps and went into my bedroom and picked these up and also picked up my light shawl. I hid these items under my shawl and walked up telling my Mother, “It is slightly windy upstairs.”We stood side by side at the edge of the roof and looked out at the light up Calcutta and the sparse clouds and just enjoyed the peace and calm and the now dying noise of traffic about 200 meters away.Once in a while Mintu slipped his arm around my waist and drew me closer. I would respond to it once in a while by lowering my hand and patting his now half erect dick.As it cam closer to 11 PM, the servants retired and there was total peace.Mintu then said, “I am leaving tomorrow. We have only one night to make love. And then I am gone. I want to talk to you seriously tonight before we go into my room and we make love till we collapse. And I can get to sleep the night in your naked arms nestling my face in between your lovely breasts.”I understood that he was serious. I brushed my lips over his chin and said, “Yes go ahead.”For nearly five minutes, he kept quiet. I was getting worried, that he might inform that he was loosing interest in me and my sex.He said, “Khuku. You are my sister. I am your brother. Yet I am in love with you. I don’t know about you. But I am.”I was startled and I responded what I truly felt for him, “I too am deeply in love with you. I know that making love with ones brother is taboo. But, I can’t live without you.””Is it because I satisfy your sexual needs? Is it because you love getting fucked that you are saying so? Or is that a measured and valued statement you are making?” Mintu asked.”No. Whether you fuck me or not. Whether you agree to marry me or not. I am not marrying any on else. I love you and my view will remain so,” I added.Mintu remained quiet for a while and then spoke, “Khuku. We can’t get married the conventional way. But we can live with each other. In the same city and find ways and means of living with each other.”He slowly embraced me. I hugged him tight. Perhaps a tear or two escaped my eyes. I sniffled a little. He kissed me on my forehead.I was determined to address the problem and added, “Mintu, I am willing to speak to my parents. That will cause a huge furor. I don’t care. I will leave my home. But it will hit you too. After all, my Mother will talk to Mamababu, you Dad.””Yes. She will. Then first of all I must get my job outside Calcutta and away from Delhi too. Then I can try and get you a job in the same city. After that you can leave home after telling them what our plans are. So that the family pressures do not get to both of us. That way, when our families kick us out, we will have each other to live with, love and comfort,” Mintu said.I nodded my agreement with the plan. I wrapped my arms around Mintu and he leant and kissed me on my forehead and then on my cheeks and lips.It was nearly mid night. In order that we don’t loose the night to pure emotion, I decided to go downstairs into his bedroom for a night of endless love and satisfaction. I suggested, “Why don’t we go down to your bedroom?”As I shut the door, my Mother asked from her bedroom, “Khuku?? Shut the door properly. Okay?””Okay,” I said.Mintu had walked into the room. I took the special precaution and popped my head into my Mother’s bedroom and walked to my Mother (who was awake) and whispered, “Ma. Mintu wants to chat all night.” My Father was fast asleep. Snoring. It flashed through my mind that while my Mother was nearly 54, how com she did not get fucked??I shut the door behind me and walked into Mintu’s room. He was pottering around near his wardrobe. He looked back and said, “Just go to your room and get one of your small and tight your hair bands.”I did not question. I quickly ambled across and got the smallest hair elastic bands I could get and returned.As I walked in, Mintu quickly walked across to the door and bolted it close. I placed the bottle of Nivea cream and the lipstick on the dresser. I saw he had taken out that small can marked, “Stud 100” and the massager out and had kept them neatly on the dresser too. I turned around and faced him.Mintu walked near me and softly planted a kiss on my forehead and said, “We are going to make love tonight. And then fuck.”I just nodded my head slightly and shut my eyes for a while. Mintu shut all the lights except the table lamp and then steered me near the dresser in front of the mirror and said, “Open your eyes. See how you are slowly kissed. And then your boobs are played with. And then take your Kurta off. How your boobs get caressed and licked and sucked. I want you to see how you enjoy all that and you purr with pleasure.”I did not answer. I just made that agreeable noise, “Mmmmmm.”I stood facing the mirror. He stood just behind me. He intertwined his fingers into my fingers and slowly took control over my hands. He said, “This wide neck Kutra is good. I can kiss your shoulders ad neck easily.”As he planted kiss after kiss on my shoulder and neck, I purred with delight. He then started to caress my arms from both the sides and took his hands up till my neck and shoulder.As he did that, he suggested, “Move your head and take out all the pleasure you can. I want you to enjoy.”I bent my head in any direction that gave me maximum pleasure. His hands came up and stated to move the Kurta as far he could down my shoulder to kiss more of my now sensitive skin.I whispered, “Just undo the Kutra buttons, please. Take my neck and shoulder. Pleeeeeease.”Mintu took his time. He did not heed what I said. After nearly another five minutes of my pleading, deliberately and choosing his time he slowly undid one of my buttons. And then another and another. Till all the buttons were undone.Softly he returned to kissing my shoulder. His hands remained busy moving my Kurta to better kiss my neck and shoulders.I was truly getting hot. I turned my face to the right and whispered, “Kiss my mouth, please.”He planted one kiss on my lips and then took of the plastic hair clip and loosened my hairs and said, “I want to smell your hairs.” He dipped his nose into my hairs and sniffed and than caught my face and turned it to the right and started to kiss my mouth. His left hand was playing with my hairs and the right holding my face in place for him to start to part my willing lips and slowly stick his tongue into my mouth.In seconds my mouth was open and I was sucking his upper lip while he was sucking my lower lip.He was making a humming noise, “Hmmmmm.” While I was letting out small pleading noises, “Nnnnn.”His hands moved to caressing my shoulders and arms, while h stuck his tongue into my mouth and explored my mouth from inside. The sweet nectar of his mouth was inside mine. I could feel the warmth of his manliness in the smell in his mouth and the warm breath caressed my face.When we disengaged, I whispered, “Take off your Kurta.” And I helped him peel it off. He was wearing no vest. He was bare bodied now. His dark nipples were crinkled up and he looked excited.With no delay, I inserted my fingers under his waistband and fished out the draw string of his Indian pajamas. He protested, “Stop. Stop. Let me time it . . .” Before he could finish I had pulled the draw string and the pajama fell down in a heap near his ankles.I gasped when I saw the massive swelling that could be seen caused by his erection he was having below his underwear. I said, “Wow. That looks really big and hot.”He did not respond. He just caught me and spun me around and made me face the mirror and then went back to his fantasy. Whatever it was. I was ready and hot any way.He kissed me again and again on my neck and shoulders and caressed my naked back through the open flaps of my Kurta. He said, “Lift your hairs and hold them up with both your hands. I want to kiss the back of your neck.”I did that. He kissed me on the back of my neck and while he was doing that, he slowly slipped his hands to my front and started to trace the contours of my breasts.He was starting to caress my breasts. I tried to bring my hands down. He ordered, “Hands up. I want them there. I will control you.”Saying that he cupped each of my boobs with his palms and said, “They have become smoother, bigger and creamer, with my prescription.”I hummed with pleasure, “Hmmmm.”He said, “After I leave I want you to continue with this treatment. I want your boobs smoother, bigger and creamier.”I could see his hands playing with my boobs and enjoying them. My excitement was making my legs tremble and I hoped that soon he would run out of his steely reserve and take off my clothes and ravish me in a hurry. I could feel my pussy juices welling up in my folds and nearly streaming down my thighs.Mintu said, “Move your hands. I want your hands above your head, so that I can kiss ad eat your boobs. As much as I like.”As I moved my hands down, he pulled my Kurta down my hands and flung it away. I raised my hands and held my hairs up looking prettier and more vulnerable. In that position, my nipples were pointing up and the boobs were open and vulnerable. I stood looking squarely into the mirror.His hands now had a free playground. All over my flanks, my stomach and my neck. His kisses were hot and landing in a rather deliberate manner on my neck and my eyes and my face while his hands caressed every part of my naked body.I asked him “Why don’t you set your cock free?”Between kisses, he mumbled, “Lat me enjoy you. Bitch.”I took the matter one step further and whimpered, “Let me enjoy too!!! I want to kiss you and caress you too. Let us face each other and look at ourselves side ways.”I added, “I want you to see what you look like in your passion.”Mintu slowly changed his position and we faced each other.I wrapped my arms around Mintu’s torso and gave him a tight hug and kissed him lightly on his Adam’s apple, while he kissed me on my head through my hairs. His love became more urgent and he was becoming rougher. He was lifting me off the floor and kissing me all over.I returned is passion kiss for kiss and my urgency matched his. Yet, he controlled his desire to take me right there and then.Mintu suddenly slowed down and stopped. I feared that he had ejaculated already. But, no!!! HE hadn’t. He whispered, “Let me take off your Lungee, and make you completely naked.”He looked down. I stood still trembling with anticipation as he slowly and deliberately fished out the string that is tied at the waist to hold the Lungee in place. And pulled the bow. The Lungee loosened at my waist. He then pulled the folded tie in the Lunge end opened out its folds. I could feel the cool ai enter and caress my thighs.He said, “I am dropping it!”And he did.”What are you doing?” escaped my lips and my hands moved involuntarily moved to cover my wet and dripping bald pussy. As if he had never seen me naked. That was the woman in me.He suggested, “Take my cock out. And feel it!!”I was literally shaking with desire. Yet, I made it appear that I was reluctant to feel his cock. He gently held my wrists ad placed my hand on his bulge. It was warm and pulsating. I whimpered, “Please. Don’t make me feel that cock. Please.”He understood that I was being a hussy. He lifted both his hands and grabbed both my tits and lightly squeezed them both and warned, “You want to be beaten before you take my cock out?? Would you like to b tied to that chair with your legs wide open and fucked mercilessly??””No, no. Please!!?? I am so ashamed. I am not a hussy.”Mintu gave one stronger squeeze to my tits. I squealed with slight pain and shook my head and let him know my feeble protests.He caught my right hand and lifted the elastic band of his underwear and placed my hand on his erect cock inside his shorts.He now got stern ad ordered, “Take that off now!!!”He let his right hand off and caught m by a bunch of my hairs and gave one tug and said, “Take that undie off. I want you to caress that cock.”I knew he understood that I was play acting. And that if he wanted to, he could actually tie me to the bed eagle spread and fuck me as much as he wanted.I did not wait any more. I did not want him o change his plans for fucking me. Seemingly reluctantly,, making weeping noises, I lowered my other hand and pulled his undie down and let his cock free.I gasped and again said, weepily said, “Wow. Your cock is very big and fat. I cant take this in me. My pussy will burst apart. It will kill me!!!”Mintu ordered, “Sit down and pull that undie off. You will be fucked with this cock only. You better kiss it and suck it to put some of your spit on it to make it smoother!!””No. Please. I am good girl. I have never been fucked before. Please.”He pulled me by my hair and made me sit. I pulled his undie down completely and helped him step out of it.His cock was really big now. Certainly bigger and fatter than I last remembered.He held his cock near my mouth and said, “Open your mouth and suck it!!”I shook my head and pleaded, “No. Please. This is dirty. This is cock. You piss from this. Please.”Soon, (since I actually wanted to suck his cock) I opened my mouth and slowly took the tip of his cock in to my mouth and started to suck it softly.”Like a lollipop, bitch. Suck it!!!”For the next few minutes I sucked and took out his pre-cum and got the taste of his real and urgent sex.”Cup my balls in your palm and see how much semen I have in them for your pussy tonight.”I cupped his warm balls ad looked up. He said, “How many fucks!!!”I answered, “Atleast six girls can be filled up with this much of semen.”He then pulled e up ad made me stand up ad then asked, “Is it fatter and bigger than before or not?”I smiled, since my horseplay was over and he was asking me seriously and said, “It is really fatter. I have to check it inside me to see if it is better!!””My prescription works.”He said, “Actually fucking every day is way better. I will fuck you every day and night. Bitch”While I was saying this he lifted me by my waist and slowly slid hid hard cock between my legs and then lowered me. I stood on tip toes for the cock to be placed sliding over my wet slit.I could see myself, looking as if I was being fucked, with his cock disappearing between my legs in the mirror from the side.He gave me some very slow slides of hs cock in and out of the slit. I hissed and said, “Take me to the bad. Lay me.”He simply lifted me up and carried me to the bed and placed me there. He then told me, “No naughtiness. I what I want to do. No acting funny okay??”I kept quiet t see what unfolded next. He quickly picked up the bottle of Nivea cream and climbed onto the bed and then poured out some quantity n his palm. He rubbed his palms together and slowly climbed to sit astride my stomach, kneeling.His cock was strong and erect waving between my boobs. His balls were touching my stomach.He said, “Tomaar maeeyey cream diiye maalish korbow.” (“I will now give you a boob oil massage.”All I could say was a bashful, “Eeeeesh.”He slowly applied the deep cream all over my swollen and large bobs and then started rubbing the cream into the organ in soft slow and circular motions.It was pleasurable. I only squealed with small whoops of appreciation.Pretty soon he came t5o applying more cream on my areola and then applied cream o my nipples, pinching them between two fingers and pulling them up. I loved it. It was exciting me more and more.I pleaded, “Let me caress your cock, please.”He did not answer. I knew what that meant, that I could go ahead.As the boob massage proceeded, I played with his cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth in slow erratic movements and hissing with pleasure, “Sssssss.”I could see he was enjoying both, messaging my boobs and my playing with his cock. Several times he, stopped massaging my boobs and softly cried out, “Aaaaaah. I love it.”I suggested to him, “Fuck my boobs. Let me hold my boobs closer to each other. And you fuck them.”I left hic cock alone and caught my boobs with both my hands and held his cock between them, and whispered, “Fuck them. They are naughty. They deserve to be fucked.”He slid forward and masturbated his cock with my boobs. Each time the cock came near my mouth, he suggested, “Open the mouth and let the cock go in.”But, suddenly he stopped and said, “Stop. Let me fuck your mouth properly.”Saying that he got off from his perch and stood next to me and raised my shoulders up with two pillows and let my head hang back.Once that position was taken, he climbed the bed again and knelt near my head, with his cock ready to enter my mouth.He took some cream onto his finger tips and then said, “Catch my cock and take it into your mouth. I will fuck that mouth of your.”As I caught his cock and took it into my mouth, he leant over and started to apply cream on my pussy lips from all around it.He was being a deft masseur. The bastard knew my G spot!!! I almost screamed (and controlled it, else my Mother may hear and come rushing over) “Aaaaaah.Aaaaawww. Oooooooh.”He pushed his cock deeper into my mouth and I got muffled.Understanding that I was getting into a pre-orgasmic frenzy, he doubled his ministrations and went directly for my clit. In the next 30 seconds, I broke into a massive orgasm.”O-Maaaaa. Hmmmmmmm. Amaaaayey meray phaaaal. Mintu. Mintu. Mintu. Aaaaaah.Aaaaawww. Oooooooh.” (Oh Mother. Hmmm. Kill me with this orgasm. Mintu. Mintu. Mintu”)In order to make me come stronger, he forced me to open my thighs wide open and played directly with my clit. I thrashed from side to side, tried to clasp and unclasp my legs, holding his hand and fingers between my thighs.I almost bit into his cock that was pounding my mouth. The orgasm prolonged and I was turning mad.He lifted himself up and slowly walked across to the other side of the bed. Without waiting a second and with mercy for my pussy mouth opening a closing as shudder after shudder passed through my spine, he pulled all the pillows and placed them in a pile and pulled my legs up and placed my hips over the pillow.My pussy was now raised high up, with my legs dangling down from the pillows.He picked up the massager and plugged it in. I was afraid that he would just insert the rubber massager. And whispered, “Not this. Please. That will tear me up.”He said, “Shut up you stupid woman. If you talk, I will put it in.”He then held both my legs and made me cross them and said, “I want you to clasp your thighs together, while I masturbate you with this massager.”He began caressing my raised mound and ordered, “Play with your boobs.”As I started enjoying the attention he was giving my mound, he switched on the massager and started t massage the top of the slit.Waves of pleasure passed through my crotch. I hissed, “Sssssss.”He whispered, “Tighten your thighs and masturbate. Flex your muscles. Raise your hips and get that shattering orgasm that I want from you. Come on.”The massager moved directly onto my slit, trying to invade my clit, while I was trying very hard to bring on the orgasm that he wanted me to have. My tightened the butt muscles and relaxed them alternately with no pattern. The only demand was pleasure. More pleasure.I swayed from side to side and thrashed my head around, as wave after wave of pleasure passed through my entire body.As I was going through the orgasm, I pleaded with him, “Please. I am getting it. Leave it alone . .. . . . . .” But the bastard that he is, he continued and my pleasure became maddeningly acute.I think I must have passed out, with spittle trickling down my mouth and eyes rolled back.When I came back to, I found that my hands were on my side and my legs were relaxing. I was sweating profseley.I noted hat Mintu had walked to he dresser. He came back to me with the can marked, “Stud 100” and said, “It is nearly time for you to be fucked. Pull back my foreskin and apply this on my cock”.He gave the can into my hand. Dazed, I held his swaying and erect cock in my right hand and pulled the foreskin back.He then said, “Just push this cap up and down. The material will come out.”I was worried that it may be some special Ayurvedic peppers that he had mentioned to me in one of his letters that turns women mad with pleasure after it goes into the pussy and I asked, “I hope it will it will not burn my pussy from inside.””No you silly bitch, just apply it. This a special thing that will make me go for a long time. Just do it!!!”As I applied it, he said, “Shag me a little with it.”I was perhaps a little reluctant. He said, “Come on. I have your pussy to fuck many times. And I only have two hours.”I shagged him a little and for good measure, I again pulled back his cock skin and applied a little more and said, “With this little more of this stuff, you fuck me more!!!!”He said, “I will now remove your pillows from your butt and tie your hands.”He pulled back and then removed the entire pillow lot from below my butt. Quickly he grabbed my wrists one by one and tied them to the bed post and then came around and has one god look. I was embarrassed with that look. Any woman would.He then said, “Lift your butt up a little. One more pillow goes there.”I had no option but to follow his order. What can a woman do, when she is completely naked, hands are tied and she is hot like hell?Mintu picked up the massager and knelt at the edge of the bed and pulled me down. My pussy came closer to his mouth. He simply ordered, “Part your legs wide apart. I want to eat that pussy.”I tried. But he wasn’t happy. He caught my ankles and spread them wider.I winced and said, “Aaaw. That hurts!!!””Shhhhhh. Shut up.”His hands caressed the entire mons-veneris (the pussy mound – silly) and slightly parted my pussy lips with his fingers and said, “Hmmm. That smells real nice. It is wet and juicy.”While I squirmed with anticipation of pleasure, he lowered his mouth onto my wide open pussy lips and started to kiss around my pussy lips.Very quickly, his tongue was being very naughty indeed. He was craftily placing little licks with the tip of his tongue on my clit area and slowly coming closer and closer to my clit.All I could do was to plead, “Please Mintu. Please. Aaaaah. Stop. Please stop.”The more I said so, the more I wanted it.I could not help it. My legs just closed around his head and I started coming into a motherless orgasm.He forced my legs open and went into a frenzy of flicking my clit with his tongue.My orgasm hit me and I cried out, “Fuck me. Please fuck me. Please . . .. “As I went into the shudder that always follow an orgasm, he moved back and quickly inserted his finger into my now wide open pussy and started to finger fuck me.”Aeeeeaaaa. Stop that. Aaaaaeeee. . . . I am coming. Please. Please stop . . . .”Mintu. He just switched on the massager and started to massage my slit over my clit, while his finger pounded my pussy.He exhorted me, “Come. Come. Come on. I want a long orgasm. Now. Come on.”I came very quickly with my fourth large orgasm.As I came out of my trance and started to relax my muscles, Mintu slowly climbed into the bed. He then said, “Tomakyaamee ebarey choodbo.” (“I will fuck you now.”)I gave him that inviting look that all women who want to be fucked give and said, “Ayshow.” (“Come”)Mintu slowly sat up and said “Paa dutow phaank korow.” (“Spread your legs wide part.”)I did. He did not appear terribly happy with the way they were parted. He assisted me by holding my knees and spreading them an inch or two more.He then positioned himself in the missionary position and whispered, “Goood takay phank koray dhorow.” (“Spread the pussy lips apart.”)As I took my left hand down to spread the lips apart, he again said, “Onnow haath diye amaar baadata dhorauy, tomaar goooday dhokawo.” (“With your other hand hold my cock and guide it in.”)I was too hot to argue or worry about being demure and to protest the slaughter of my pussy to this invasion on my womanhood.I held the base of his cock and ensured hat the tip of his cock touched my now open and wet pussy.He slowly started to put his cock in. Half and inch at a time. Then pull back.I dug my heels into the bed and slightly lifted my hip to meet the surprise thrust I anticipated.But. The bastard. He went on playing with putting his bulbous tip inside and pulling out till the rim of his cock.I removed my hands and tried to wrap them around his waist t try and get a full insertion and hissed, “Put it in . . . . . . Hnnnnnnn.”One by one he caught each of my wrists and placed them at my side above my head and held the wrists, while he played the fucking game with my pussy.I thrashed my head from side to side and hissed, “Please. Fuck me. Fuck me.”He simply continued with his cock tip fuck and said, “You will tell me how you would be fucked? Bitch?”In the next few seconds, he exploded into a violent series of thrusts and pull backs.”Aaaaaeeee. Mmmmmm. Ssssss.” That is all I could say.Just as quickly as he changed the pace of the fuck, he withdrew his cock till the rim of his cock again and stopped fucking.I asked, “What happened?? You don’t like it any more?”Mintu said, “I want your legs wide open. Raise the knees up and give them to me.”I lifted my knees into the air.Mintu nearly sat up, with his cock still inside me and placed his hands through the crook of my knees. And pushed his hands forward.My legs were now wide open and knees locked in that position.Mintu said, “I am going to really fuck you now. You better keep quiet. Else your Mother will wake up.”Saying that he plunged his dick right in all the way. I gasped with the surprise and that v******e. I let out a short yelp, “Hnnn.”Like a machine, his dick plunged in and came out. In irregular strokes. Stroke after stroke.His pubic bone was hitting me n my clit every time he plunged deep in and a pleasure shock passed through my entire body.I don’t know how long it went on, but, I could feel that like storm, my pussy was building up a massive orgasm. I managed to mumble out, “Mintu darling, I am coming. I am coming. Mmmmmm. Hnnnn.”He doubled the power of his strokes and started to move his hip from angles, as if to fuck every corner of my soul.I started to feel the orgasm hitting me. I started to hold the pillow below my head and shut my eyes with an upturned face and my trying t raise my hips to take all the semen into my womb.”Ooooooo. Ma. Oooooooh. Aaaaeeeee.”As my orgasm flowed through my body, I almost screamed with pleasure. But I managed to keep my mouth shut and take the mind blowing pleasure.I managed to whisper between his powerful strokes, “Come. Come into me Shona.”He was sweating profusely with the exertion and continued to ram my pussy.I wondered how he was fucking so long. Normally, he would come not too far away from my orgasm, atleast for the first fuck.I was coming out of the peak of my orgasm and my pussy was becoming very sensitive. I pleaded with him, “Daaarling. This is very sensitive. Slow down. Please. . . .”He just hissed back, “Haraamjaadee. Tomaakay akhonow choda shyesh koreenee. Chooday tomaar goodtakay khal koray debow.” (“Slut. I have not finished fucking you as yet. I will make a canal out of this cunt of yours.”)His increased the speed of his strokes. Thwaack. Thwaack. Thwaack. Thwaack. Thwaack.I was now crying softly as his pounded my pussy with his insistent strokes. With slow sobs as each stroke came in and breathed out as each stroke went out.”Mintu. Shona moni. Thaamow. Ammar good taa cheeray jaabay. Please lokhee shonaa. Aaar chudow naa.” (“Mintu darling. Please stop now. Please. My pussy will get torn. Darling don’t fucke me any more. Please.”)He did not reply, but just went on and on.My pussy was once again giving me signals of an upcoming orgasm. I started to thrash around in preparation and I hissed, I am coming again. Come with me darling. Come with me.”May be a minute later, he suddenly stiffened and said, “Khuku. Aaaamee aashchee.” (“Khuku. Darling, I am coming.”)”Come. Come inside me. Come. Darling – fuck me.”He let out grunt after grunt and pushed his cock deeper inside and gave strong pushes with his cock deep inside and went on repeating, “Darling. I love you. I love you. Khuku.”I could now feel slop after slop of hot semen being squirted inside me and my contractions catching the base his embedded cock and extracting all the juice it could.Soon he collapsed onto to me and left my knees and embraced me. My hands went around hs chest and caressed his back.He showered kisses on my face and I kissed him back.But almost involuntarily, his torso lifted and lowered in irregular pushes and continued to fuck me in small pushes. May be to deliver the last drop of his semen.We lay like that washed in each other’s sweat in a lovers embrace for may be ten minutes.I need to go to that bathroom. I whispered, “Darling. I need to go to the bathroom.”He slowly lifted himself and said, “Don’t take too long. I want you more.”I rolled off the bed and with wobbly legs stood up. He added, “Don’t wash your pussy. I want those juices.”I went in and sat on the john. It was a strange pleasure to pass urine after being mercilessly fucked.I came back and got into bed. He held me close and we chatted inane things about ourselves, our lives and our experiences for may be half and hour.As we lay naked next to each other, his right hand cm over my body and was caressing me and playing with u tits and my left hand inexorably landed up on his instrument that gave me so much pleasure.I held his cock near the tip and asked him, “How did you fuck sooo much today? Have you been practicing fucking? Who has been teaching you to fuck?”He answered, “Science darling. Science. We Indians do not circumcise. Our cocks are too sensitive. Stud 100 is an anesthetic. That let me fuck longer.””Hmmmm.” I said. I added, “You have been working on making love to me, haven’t you?”As I played with his cock, I was tempted to get up and kiss it for its great performance. A raised my self on my elbow and held his cock and slowly started to masturbate him. The small thing started to stir with life and commenced getting bigger and bigger and fatter.He aliağa escort bayan said, “Cock up means – cock wants pussy. No masturbation, I said.”I leaned near his cock and planted one kiss on its tip and told the cock, “This pussy is yours. Just take it when you like. Okay??”I added, “But fuck this pussy lo o o o o ng.”He reached for the Stud 100 can. I took it and pulled his foreskin back and applied it. He reached out for the hair band I had brought and he then took it over two rounds and put it on his cock. Then he rolled the band back to the base of the cock.I could see, now he had put on a home made cock ring to prolong his erection and delay his ejaculation.Mintu sad, “Fucking the same way is no fun. Get up. Sit on my lap,” and he sat up at the edge of the bed.He made me get up and sit on his lap with my legs dangling from both sides of his legs.He then started to kiss my tits one by one and sucked the nipples and licked the areola.While doing that he hissed, “Take my cock and run it over your slit, slut. Enjoy yourself. Fuck yourself.”I ran his erect dick into my slit using his cock as a dildo on my clit and enjoyed. My head turned and dropped back with pleasure and I started to drip saliva from the edge of my mouth.He then whispered, “Fuck yourself. Climb into the cock.”Mintu held me by the sides of my butt and gave a quick fuck. My pussy was so hot that it did not need more than minute to get m into a frenzy of an orgasm. I clasped his torso with love and dug my neck into his face and gave him my feminine thrusts to enhance my orgasm.The moment he felt my muscles relaxing and my orgasm reaching a plateau he softly shifted me and got up and made me stand up and said, “Lie face down on the bed at the edge. I will fuck you doggy style.”He placed a pillow to help me raise my butt up.He lunged at the dresser and picked up a tube of face cream lying there. And as I lay down, face down, he quickly parted my dangling legs and put his cock in a bit.He stood behind me and held my butt edges and pulled me up and rammed his cock right in. I gasped, “Ahhhhh.”Before I could say anything, his right fingers slid below my highs and started to play with my clit, while his cock become the battering ram, entering and coming out from my now wide open and willing pussy.I had just come out one orgasm. My pussy was pulsating with the last orgasm. May be in 20 strokes, I came with another shuddering orgasm.”Hnnnn. Hnnnnn. Mmmmm. . .. . ,” is all I could say while he gave me powerful stroke after stroke.Seeing that I was coming hard, he slowed down and then suddenly I felt he was applying cream on my ass hole, which must have been open and inviting.With two and three irregular strokes f his cock, he pulled out his cock and touched the tip to my ass.I pleaded, “Don’t bugger me. Pleeeease”That did it. He just pressed hard and got his cock inside my ass. His fingers went on playing with my clit.It was strange. There was pain. But there was pleasure too. I dug my face into my pillow and cried out with pain and pleasure. A strange cry!!!Mintu just buggered me with stroke after stroke. An then suddenly he pulled out ad shoved his cock into my pussy. All the while, playing with my clit.He alternated between my open ass and my gaping pussy from my back.I came once, into a small orgasm. But he?? He was still gong strong. I prayed that the new dose of Stud 100gives me heaven, while my ass burned.The moment completed my orgasm; he pulled out his still erect and angry cock and picked me up like a rag doll and flung me in the middle of the bed and climbed on top of the bed and without any talk or delay, simply plunged his cock into my pussy and fucked and fucked and fucked.Like a wife and her husband, we fucked peacefully, with no frenzy and with all the time on earth to get each other’s love.With each stroke I felt I got one small orgasm and my contractions came repeatedly and relentlessly. With no idea of how long we were at it, and between my small womanly gasps and pleadings for mercy on my pussy, he stated to grunt and with a muffled roar he plunged deep inside me and came.I came too. I whimpered and clasped him close to me hard. Pleasure and love and ownership.He slowed down and whispered, “Take that band off my cock. I have still got to ejaculate inside you.” He pulled out the cock. It was big and hard and appeared swollen. I quickly rolled that band off and helped him put his cock in me and took my legs around his waist telling him, “Give me that semen. Cool my pussy.”He went into a frenzy of rapid strokes and very quickly gave me one more orgasm and cried out himself, “I am coming inside you, bitch. I am coming.”As we came together, we kissed each other in a shower of our love for each other. He then slowly turned over the side from top of me and whispered, “Let my cock remain inside your pussy and feed on its juices.”I just said, “Okay” and made myself comfortable with his leg passing through my wide open legs. I placed my left leg over his right leg that passed between my legs to keep that cock inside me, as we sleep.Like two lovers, locked in an embrace, at 3 in the morning, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.We slept in languorous delight.Mintu woke up by 6 AM. May be it was his habit to do so in his collage.He woke me up and whispered, “Get up. Soon your Mother will be up. Our door better be ajar.”Between kisses, I rolled off the bed and sat at the edge of the bed. He sat up too and collected himself and then he pulled a surprise.He walked to his baggage and pulled out a small packet and took out two small metal rings. Almost looking like ear rings.They appeared to be split rings making them adjustable for diameter.He sat next tome and took one ring at a time and held each of my tits one by one and made me wear them on each of my nipples and said, “This is my engagement band. Don’t ever take them off. Keep them on, till I replace them with a ring on your finger.”I was at a loss. What do I offer him; expect my pussy and undying love??But he was ready.He took out another wider split band and said, “Put this on my cock and kiss it.”I took it up his cock and then slowly pressed it so that the ring was held in place at the base of the cock. I knelt in front of him and kissed his cock and his balls and said, “Don’t ever take it off. Unless I let you.”We stood facing each other. We embraced each other. He then placed my hand over his cock band and he placed his fingers on the two nipple bands and he then made me say together with him, “With this band, I thee betrothed.”We then got dressed. He opened the windows and I unbolted the door and left it slightly ajar. He went and lay on the couch while I straightened the bed clothes, removed the offending items and went to sleep on the bed. As If, the brother and sister slept in different beds and definitely chatted late into the night.It wasn’t long before my Mother knocked on the door. I called out, Come in Ma.”She did. And life sprung back into its hum drum routine, while I nursed the hours of love that I got.Mintu left later in the afternoon.As Durga Puja (a major Hindu religious festival) ended, and winter set in, Mintu’s letters reflected his need for me and my love on one hand and the worry he had as to what I would do, when faced with the need to face the society we live in and tell our parents that we, while being first cousins, wanted to live together. Whatever that meant!I was really nervous. And I was very happy, that atleast one man among the billions was willing to risk all, in order to have me and my love. Besides, I loved his style of making love. I often asked myself, if my brain had in fact been located between my legs and not between my ears.Kolkata is not too cold. But we Bengali’s behave as if we are on the North Pole. My Mother fussed around all the times, telling us, we should be well clad and never get exposed to the treacherous wintery wind. But, around 15th December, Mintu rang up and first spoke to my Mother. It was a good 6 minutes, before he asked whether I was home. She shouted to me “Khuku — Mintu from Kharagpur”. I made a face that denoted I was not terribly happy to speak with Mintu. My Mother hissed “Your brother. You can’t speak to him without making faces!!!??”I wanted my Mother to drift away when I spoke to him. But, she took her time trying to wrap herself with her shawl and then collected her disheveled saree and slowly padded away. Till that time, I made it appear that I was trying to arrange to find myself a seat on a stool next to the phone instrument.As she walked away, I said “Hello”. Mintu did not waste time. He said “I am speaking from a public phone in a local shop. I can’t say what all I want to say. Besides I don’t have too much money, so I can’t talk for long. So listen carefully.” I could make out from his firm voice that he was about to say something very important.Myriad thoughts went through my mind. Mostly negative. What if, he has decided to dump me? What if he wants to go away? What if . . . . . .I replied “Yes. OK”MIntu just said, “Khuku — I have a short vacation during Christmas, I want you to come to Kharagpur and stay with me for a week.” I was about to say, “That would be difficult . . . “. Mintu added, “I have already requested Pishi to let you come over and she has generally made happy noises.” I blurted, “She did??”Mintu added, “I have told her that I need help with my thesis work”. That was a curve ball. My Mother could not possibly not help Mintu. What would her Dada (elder brother) say if he heard that Mintu needed help and she did not let Mintu have that help?”What kind of help do you need?” I asked loudly. He asked, “Is that for atmospherics??” I ignored that question and shouted “No. I can’t come over in this weather,” He kept quiet. I then again added, “What help can I be of?? In your engineering studies?? And how can I stay in the hostel and use the toilet?” He again remained quiet. I again said after a gap. “Yes. Yes. I know. Ma will agree to whatsoever you say. But, I don’t want to be with you there. You bother me so much. How will I change? Where can I wash my clothes? Besides, where will I sleep? Where can you add a separate cot?”The woman in me had woken up. I was play acting my irritation with his request, while my heart raced at the prospect being in his arms and surrender to his ministrations. My body ached for his pleasurable torture.Mintu was laughing — pretty loudly. He had caught on to the fact that my loud protests were serving an audience. When I stopped talking and he stopped laughing, he said, “Seriously speaking, just pack seven salwar — kurta sets and other garments. No sarees.” He then added with a short laugh, we won’t need another cot. It creaks — and all the boys will come to know what we are up to. I will pick you up from the station. I will borrow a ladies bicycle which does not have a back carrier and bring you on the cycle.”My sense of humor had perhaps been obscured by all the blood rushing to my crotch at the very thought of wanton love — between the danger of being discovered. I asked my usual silly question (in almost a whisper) “How will I sit on the cycle? Besides why can’t I come with you on a rickshaw?”Mintu laughed loudly and said “Guess how you will sit on the front?”For the life of me, I could not guess. I asked, “Where??””On my dick — you fool!!”I was getting flooded. But, by this time I had recovered my mind. I whispered, “May be I can sit facing you on the same seat.”I think he was stunned with my repartee. I turned the screw one more turn and whispered “That way, I can’t fall off the perch. After all, with my legs wrapped around you and something inside me, I will be safer.”There was silence for a few seconds. Mintu said, “God. You are salty woman. That is why I like you so much. Just come over. I am bursting and I will not spill my seed in vain, when there is a perfectly willing place to deliver it. Besides, both of us love that, isn’t it?”I said, “Yes.”Then I shouted, “Let me talk to Ma. This is very unfair!!! Why do I have to undergo this stupidity because you can’t do your work properly??”A small silence was followed by my shouting “Yes. Yes. I will get the typewriter along.””Okay. Bye.”I slammed the receiver down and yelled “Ma.”My mother answered back with irritation from the kitchen, “Yes. What is it?”I thumped across to her and told her, “This is very unfair. You agree to my going to Mintu to help him without even asking? It will be very uncomfortable there. And I have other plans.”She simply said, “It is your brother. And what sister does not agree to help her brother at all times?? The discomfort is nothing. It is all in your mind — silly.”I protested and made sorry faces. She only had to look at me with a sorry face once and I made it sound as reluctant as possible and said, “Okay. I suppose, I will have to go.”In the next few days, I packed a small suitcase with salwar — kurta sets, bras, towel etc. My over-nighter pouch with tooth brush and small vanity material. I picked out the portable typewriter and dusted it and got its ribbon changed. I told my Mother that I will be able to travel on my own in the Kolkata — Kharagpur suburban train (that takes three hours to reach)I was dropped at the station and I reached Kharagpur. When the train coasted in, I saw him standing on the platform. I waved to him and he walked briskly to assist me get down from the train. I stepped down. He held my hand and ensured I was safe and picked up my suitcase and walked through the jostling crowd. I was thinking if he was really going to take me back on his bicycle front rod!!!As we emerged from the under pass, he hailed a three wheeled manual rickshaw. We got into it and squeezed in.In the bumping rickshaw, I asked, “What about that ladies cycle??” naughtily.Mintu just looked at me, and quickly said, “Just wait. Brewing longer makes better coffee, remember?? You will ride the way you like best.”I could feel the tremble pass down my spine that spared off a crash of electric current in crotch.I sat like a brother and told me in English, “I have a lot to talk to you about. I want you for life. And I don’t care who says what about not falling in love with your sister. I have. I can’t help it. I know our relationship will have no social sanction. In fact, it will be i*****l. But, I want you as my life partner. If we agree with what we have to do to become life partners, may be, we will get married — our way. And the next seven days can be our honeymoon.”To put it mildly, I was stunned. I never thought that I would receive a marriage proposal sitting on a rickety rickshaw. I blushed at the very thought that he wanted this trip to be our nuptial.I nodded and looked at his serious face. He added, “If not, we can remain siblings. And if that happens, I will never again touch you — like all brothers and sisters do in India.”Tears welled in my eyes. I don’t know why. I wiped my tears with my small handkerchief that was rolled up in my fist. And I blew my nose and straightened myself up.He looked straight into my eyes and said (in English), “You know, I can’t kiss your tears away in this rickshaw.” After a short silence, he added, “When we reach, I will make up to you.”Soon enough we reached Azad Hall of Residence (the hostel block Mintu stayed).We dismounted and moved towards his room. On the way, we had to stop several times for me to be introduced to his friends “Aamaar Bone. Amaakey thesisey help kortay eshechchey.” (My younger sister. I have got her here to help me type the thesis in.” In the Indian context, friend’s sister is immediately accepted and she becomes the universal younger sister. All friends got introduced and back slapped Mintu saying, “You lucky chap. You get your sister to help out. But, we will all chat with her and get her to cook some humanly edible food for us.”I had to be polite and as sisterly as was possible. So I agreed to cook and look after them. One friend offered that Mintu could share his room with him, while Mintu’s sister could sleep in peace and privacy in Mintu’s room.I knew, this was the bad news. Years of making love nearly under my Mother’s keen eyes had taught me to think on my feet. I quickly added, “I have not come here to sleep. If Mintu wants any work, he better be with me. And then, I will be a little scared too!!” Mintu’s friend shook his head in an understanding manner. I quickly added, “And then, I will be able to sleep while all of you are in your class rooms and labs.”I had carried boxes of Bengali sweets for sharing with the wing mates in the hostel. They all met me and were amazingly polite and kind. They all partook of the sweets and offered any help that was possible. Mintu suggested, “Bol to, Khuku chaan kortay kikoray jabey?” (How will Khuku go for a bath??”) The friends obliged, “Let her lock the front door of the common bathroom while she is having her bath and dressing etc. We will simply have curfew hours at that time. We will all leave the wing.”I understood, why IIT is the best institution of India and why are all the students so prized.All the hum drum stuff happened and finally, escorted by a hostel wing of ten boys I went into the Mess Room for dinner. All the boys were so kind and helping. No swear words were being use. All the boys were decently dressed and no one was smoking. I did not have to stand in a line and collect my food tray. Mintu’s friends got all that for me. I was the hostel’s universal k** sister. That is the Bengali tradition.That being over, we reached Mintu’s room back. Some boys came over and enquired it I need any help and whether they should leave the wing to let me go to the bathroom etc. I finished all my visits and then settled into the room.Mintu shut the door finally. He then shut the window and pulled the curtains.I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He turned back and looked at me for a moment or two. Then he leaned forward, held my wrist and pulled me to stand up. I stood close to him. He gazed into my eyes. I asked, “What are you looking at??” He did not answer. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. I looked into his eyes and expected that he would lean across and kiss me. I turned up my face slightly and, imperceptibly, leaned forward.He slowly but firmly put his arms around my waist and said, “I truly love you — Khuku.”I did not answer.He then added, “I want to live with you forever. And die with you.”His intensity got the better of me. Tears welled up in my eyes again. Was I happy? Were these tears of happiness or shock? Or was I sorry? I asked myself.I could see what true love meant. And how deeply it affected me. My lifelong prayers and hope that I would be loved and respected by my husband appeared to have descended onto my life for real.He softly pulled me to him. I let my body melt into his body and join every up and down and every curve of his body. I wanted total union with him. To merge my body with his. I placed my head on his chest and snuggled for comfort. I could feel the warm stream of tears on my cheeks.Mintu stroked by back and kissed me through my hairs and said, “Shhhh. Don’t cry. Shhh.”Between sobs, I said, “! love you too”.I looked up at his face. He tried to wipe my tears with his rough hands. A tremble or two of sobs passed through my throat. Mintu slowly lifted my glasses off my face and placed them on the table and softly kissed me on my eyes.He pulled me close and let me cry my heart out in his arms, while he stroked my hairs, face and kissed me on my eyes, face, neck and shoulder.All my sorrows, unfinished desires, loss of love, hurt — all appeared to swim through my head and come out at the same time. Pouring out my heart to my love.And he was soaking it in.It must have taken long, since I did not notice, he had slowly made me sit and then lie down on the bed with me head on the pillow. He had squeezed himself onto this three feet wide cot with his arms holding me tight and his letting me know how much he loved me.I stopped crying. With his fingertips, he slowly moved all my disheveled hairs on from my face and stroked my face and looked into my eyes.I moved a little. He let me go. I slowly sat up and then sniffled and said, “Let me change.”Mintu said, “Okay. I will step out. You change in peace. I will be back after ten minutes.”I was intrigued. I thought he would say, “Just take off all your clothes — that is all. And keep that maxi (long flowing night dress) handy, just in case someone knocks on the door.”I asked, “Why?? I can change in your presence.”He said, “No. I want you to think very hard and well. So, will such time you are not sure of what you would like to do about your future, you will be a sister. Once you are clear and you decide that we will set our boats together in the sea of uncertainty, we will be man and wife.”I loved him. I loved his love making. I loved his innovative way of making love differently every time. I never knew that he was very serious about his love for me. And he cared for me and my feelings.Mintu walked to the door, un bolted it and stepped out. I could hear he knocked on the next door. Raja, his next room neighbor opened the door and invited him in. Mintu was telling him, “Khuku has to change, so I stepped out.”Raja said, “Yes of course. Just let her take her time.”I shut the door. Pulled out my maxi from my suitcase placed it on the bed and then looked carefully at the meager curtains on the window and then peeled the soaking kurta off my top. It felt so much better in the cool weather. I reached for the bra clasp, unsnapped the hook and released it. By breasts popped out and swung around. The bra had made a deep line on my torso. Then I put my fingers inside my salwar and pulled out the draw string and pulled it. The waist band loosened and the salwar fell to me feet.I was stark naked. I considered for a few seconds, “Why don’t I remain naked?? When he returns, I can soothe his worries with my love.” Then I thought better of it. Mintu could be very tough. So, I sprayed some powder and used by spray deo all over and slipped the maxi on, without any under garments. I combed my hairs and put a rubber band to hold them together. I collected all the used clothes and folded them and put them into a soiled clothes bag I had brought and hid them from view.I waited a few more minutes. Mintu did not return. I decided to signal to him and his friends that I was the real cousin sister of Mintu. So, I opened the door and stepped out into the long corridor. Raja’s door was ajar. He and Mintu were chatting. The moment Raja saw me, he got up and invited me into his room and asked me to be comfortable. He was so well behaved and proper. It showed that in most Indian homes, all boys are taught to be very civil. And that culture shows.Three of us chatted for about ten minutes. Then I told Mintu, “Let us leave Raja to study. He does not have free secretarial help with him.” Mintu got up and left Raja alone. We said, “Good night” and returned to our room.Mintu bolted the door. He rummaged in his open wardrobe and took large bundles of cloth. When he opened them out, I saw the neater bundle was a rolled up sleeping bag. He placed the sleeping bag on the floor. He opened out the other bundle. It had two mosquito nets. He went about quickly to string both up mosquito nets.I was aching for his comfort and love.Mintu said, “Let us both get under the mosquito net on the sleeping bag and sit inside and talk. If you sit without the mosquito net, the mosquitoes will bite you and make you into a sieve.”I did not want to get into an argument. I just crawled into the net. Mintu picked out a pajama set from his wardrobe. Turned away, took off all his clothes. He stood stark naked facing away from me. He applied some talcum powder all over his body and then slipped into his kurta and pajama. He flung his clothes into a corner and crept into the mosquito net. He tucked the net under the sleeping bag and sat down facing me.For about half an hour we had small talk — as if there was nothing important to talk of — or no night of unending love awaiting us.Then he stopped and said, “Khuku, we have talked of great many things. Mostly nonsense. I want to talk to you and see where we can take our relationship.”I looked into his eyes. He was dead serious. And determined! I decided this was not the time to talk, but to listen and respond only. I knew we were going to talk of matters that could change the course of our lives — forever.Mintu said, “Khuku — years back, when you seduced me, we loved each other’s body. All I wanted was more of your body. And may be all you wanted was fulfillment of your sex needs. We made love non-stop. Like a dog and bitch in heat.I would be lying, if I did not concede, even now, I want to lay you down and fuck you till we are exhausted. You are a fantastic woman.Most women are simply a pussy with a body. You are willing to play. You are beguiling and intelligent and clever. People get their brains fucked out. You fuck with your brain.You are all pussy.When my fantasy requires that you remain bald, you just do it and don’t argue. When I want to give you a butter massage, you play along. When I tell you to rub a perfumed cream into your pussy mound and your arm pits and your elbow etc — you just do it. I tie you top the bed and fuck you — you play along. I lift your buttocks up with pillows and deep fuck you — you enjoy it.When I say, no masturbating — you don’t masturbate.I must say, conventionally, you are not the prettiest girl I have met. But, according to me, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen or met. And will perhaps meet.You are salty and you are sweet. You are clever and accomplished.Even when you are muffling your ecstatic cry when you have your orgasm, it sounds like music to me.”I changed my position. Mintu thought, I was about to say something. He said, “Just don’t say anything right now. Just let me say what I want to.As years have passed by, I have realized that I truly love you. And that I want to spend my entire life with you. I want to be able to make you melt in my arms. I want to kiss you only. I want you for myself, and no one else should be able to touch you.I want to make love to you every day in every new way, in day and in the night, pull you out of a party — take you home and fuck you; call your office and ask you to take leave and wait downstairs to be taken to a hotel to be fucked. I want to do this every day of my life and let you know how much I love you.Every day, I want to bathe together with you. I want to shampoo your hairs every day. Soaping each other! I want to soap your breasts and fondle them every day. I want to soap your butt, part the cheeks and soap every crevasse of your body. I want to part your pussy lips every day; soap it and clean it for you. Sunday, I want to give you a bath.When you pee I want to hear that nice musical noise that you have when the pee leaves your pussy.Equally, I want you to give me a bath every day. I want that we wake up every morning either with my cock inside your pussy — shriveled up and swollen with your juices or firmly held in your palm.In short, I want that our souls meet and belong to each other.”MIntu stopped talking. He looked at me — listening with deep attention. He reached forward — caressed my cheek and moved and pulled out the mosquito net tucking and he was squirming out. He said, “Let me get some water to drink. Do you want a drink of water?”I could hardly say, “Yes.”He poured water and gave me a steel tumbler and drank water from the bottle himself. He then again came under the net.He asked, “What do you feel??”I was speechless. Could anyone love me that much? Was this possible? Was this real? Or was he addicted to my sex?? I had not though so much about the matter as he had. But, I did love him dearly. Not as a brother. But as . . . . . what I did not know.I mumbled, “I am amazed — you love me this much. I don’t know how to say and what to say. Right now.”I leaned forward and pulled his face towards mine and kissed him on his face. We women perhaps are better at demonstrating our love.He changed his position and sat behind me. He pulled my hair band off and set my hairs free and pulled me back. I softly merged into his chest and leaned back. He wrapped his arms around my torso and kissed me on my head through my hairs.He asked, “Are you comfortable?’All I could do was to say, “Hmm.””Yes. Tell me — what you feel about what I said just now,” He kissed me slowly and softly on my head and my open shoulder and caressed my hairs.I whimpered with pleasure and the warmth in that slightly cold weather. I pulled my arms up and caressed his head and ran my fingers through his hairs.My brain whizzed with the myriad thoughts. What do I say?He stopped and whispered, “Khuku. I need to know.”I realized that it would be best to give up my restraint and say what I feel like. Let the feelings flow. I said, “Mintu. I really love you. I love you both as a brother and more a husband to be.You are clever and smart. You are handsome in some ways. Your dark skin and holed nose could put off some girls. But, I like it.And then you are firm. When I act difficult you tell me to behave.You are slim and very strong. Your mind is very strong and powerful. Your mind dominates me. And I love that.I do everything with you, because you really know how to make a girl into a woman. I am wanton in my love, because your coax sex out of my body. You tease my mind. You always delay your touching me . . . errr… everywhere. My body has to ache before you surprise me with some new technique. You extract orgasms out of me. And once is never enough for you.You know how to extract more sex from me. When you want to take my juices out — more — you have slapped me, pinched me and mis-treated my body, slapped me, tied my hands and legs and made love the way you want to.You know how to hold back. Even if I throw myself on you, you may not touch me. But, if you want to, you will pull me into the room and ravish me there and then.You don’t spill your semen in your excitement. You give me all your semen.I too want to live with you — forever. But, I don’t know how we will ever make it together.Our parents will kill us before they let this brother — sister couple live as husband and wife and cohabit.That has been worrying me for long. And I have never found any answers.And maybe you have some answers and we can the live together — in love forever.”There was silence for a while. Mintu went on kissing me at random while caressing my torso. He asked after a while, “How much do you love me?’ Is there any measure of the extent of love that you have?”I said, “Mintu, I am willing to give up my life any time for you at any place with love and laughingly. If you do ask for my life.””Really?””Yes, I mean it. You tell me now. I will slit my throat right now and take my own life. You just say so and see what I mean.””Shhhh. Shhhh. We are talking of life together. And not taking your life. Khuku, what do you think I will do if I lose you? I will take my life instantly. There and then. So, if you are to go, I will come along with you.”On hearing this, tears welled up in my eyes. I tried to wipe my eyes. Mintu whispered, “Let me wipe them for you.”He indicated that that lift myself. As I did, he pulled the maxi bottom signaling that he wanted to take it off. I lifted my hips and let him pull it up. With one swish the maxi was off my body and I was stark naked.Mintu said, “Let me kiss every part of your body and tell you how much I love you.”He made me turn around and shift up — splay my legs and place them over his legs and be in position for his embrace. And perhaps make me ride his cock.He peeled off his kurta and urged me to come into his arms. I whispered, “Your pajamas. I want them off. Let the two meet each other too. They haven’t met for a long time!!”Mintu leaned back and said, “My body is all yours. You have to take that pajama off.”I slipped my gingers into the waist band and pulled the draw string and pulled the waist band down. He lifted his bottom letting me peel off that pajama.His cock was erect. I tried to hold it and give it one caress. But Mintu stopped me and said, “You own this cock. It can meet this pussy. And this pussy is mine. But women always have the first choice. So even if your cock wants to meet in depth, my pussy may only wish to ignore the cock after introductions or at best shake hands. You get it? So let us first only introduce them to each other. They are seeing each other after such a long time. They hardly know each other!!! I will make them shake hands and then let us see what they do with each other.”I snuggled closer to my lover and hoped that he will try to change our position such that our genitals can touch. And that electric shock passes through our brains and I get to lie down and flay away while he violates me — leading to our reaching heaven and back — however short that trip.But. Mintu. He is unique. He kissed me on my face repeatedly and said, “I want to kiss you all over — to let you know that I love you — so much.”He hugged me closely and the slowly made me lie down, with my legs wide open and placed on two sides of his flank and our genitals dangerously close to each other. He placed my head on his pillow and then leant over and started to kiss me, asking, “Where is the pain in you?? Tell me. I will kiss that place to remove that pain.”He propped himself up and kissed me all over my face; kissed my ears and slid his tongue inside my ears; he kissed me behind my ears and then came down slowly to my neck. After every few kisses he would tell me, “I really love you — darling Khuku.”Shortly he shifted to lie next to me. He said, “Just leave this body to me. I will give it all my love.”He kissed and caressed all parts of my body — sometimes lifting me off the bed and feeling my back, sometimes pulling me up by my hairs to kiss me on my mouth and sometimes caressing my body with his finger tips.AS he came near my breasts, he stopped and made me face away from him and cupped both my breasts together.Suddenly he stopped and said, “You have lost weight – have you? Your breasts feel smaller. What is happening?? Aren’t you taking care of your health??”All I could say is, “No. I am fine. I have not lost any weight.””Then why are they a little smaller?””I don’t know.”He continued to kiss me all over and caress my whole body. Soon enough he came down to my hips. He made me lie face down and he cupped by naked buttocks and felt the whole expanse. The again he stopped and asked, “Khuku, you have lost weight. Again your buttocks were juicier earlier.”I did not answer. I was enjoying Mintu’s ministrations far too much to say anything. I was flooded and the bouquet of my musk filled the air.Mintu flipped me over and said, “Now let me love this side too.” He lifted one leg at a time and kissed it from all sides and finally, he held both legs apart and looked deeply into my open pussy.The room lights were on. He could see me very well. He held his hand to obscure the slit and kissed my thigh joining near my pussy base from both sides. Then he took both his palms and cupped my wide open pussy and then pushed back. He again said, “Khuku. I insist you have lost weight.” Your pussy is less puffed up. Why??””You know I like a swollen and pouting pussy!!””Your arm is fine. Your thigh is a little thinner than before. But your special parts are all thinner. What is the matter?? You are not eating well. What is wrong?? Are you unwell? Are your periods taking place on time?? Are you bleeding too much?? What is it?? Khuku please tell me.”It suddenly struck me that he was complaining only about my breasts, my buttocks and my pussy and not about any other part. I realized what the problem was. I whispered, “All women become fuller when they are made love to regularly. More Estrogen get released that make our bra become smaller, our panty tight and the pussy swells up — asking for more of that love.””You have been away. And you have forbidden me to masturbate. So, my sex is crying for attention.”Mintu kissed me on each of my pussy lips and said, “Don’t worry. This pussy will be given its due share of love. I want to see that your eye lids are heavy with love, your lips redder; your breasts fuller; your thighs like trees and your hips luscious. “As he kissed me on my pussy lips, I felt a flush of desire pass through me and I pleaded, “Just don’t kiss. Do something.”Mintu answered, “You are mine. I will fuck you when I want to. Just let me kiss you and tell you that I love you.”Next ten minutes, he kissed me all over — while his finger tips tantalized me. He then sat up and placed two pillows below my buttocks and lifted my pussy high up, as if he wanted to penetrate me deep — as deep as possible. He then caught my ankles and parted my legs as wide as they could, and ordered, “Keep them wide apart.”He now started to slide his finger tips deliberately near my slit and stop just as the slit would be reached. His finger tips would trace my thigh down from my ankle right down the inner surface and reach my wide spread slit and then stop.A small gasp left my mouth as he neared very time to my magic button.He asked me, “Want to get fucked?”My womanly pride stopped me from saying, “Fuck me. Fuck me now.” I kept quiet and continued to writhe under his ministrations.He then sat up and knelt between my legs and firmly said, “Pull the clit hood up and take out the clit knob.”I had to pull the abdomen skin back and stretch the lips apart with both hands. I am sure, the clit hood peeped out — looking red and raw.He said, “I am going to let your cock meet my pussy,” and slowly ran his cock over my slit right over the vagina opening and reached the clit hood. With his cock held in his hand, he started to tease my clit with his cock tip. He said, as if telling a little c***d, “Clit — say hello to cock.” He added, Khuku, please teach your cock to kiss my clit. Come on tell him to behave. Or else he will not ever learn how to please my clit.”I got desperate. I hissed, “Please hold your pussy apart, and give my cock. I will introduce them properly.”With my left hand I pulled the clit hood up, while Mintu spread the pussy lips apart, I held Mintu’s cock and started to masturbate by clit with that hard dick tip.I was so hot; I did not need more than a minute to break into an orgasm. In the urgency, I pleaded, “Finger me. Please finger me. Make me come. I can’t take it any longer.”Mintu slipped out from between my legs and let me close them and do my contractions, while he violently fingered me. With one hand I played with my clit, while the other grabbed the solid edge of the pillow. In the next one minute I had my first orgasm in more than nine months. I hissed and made moaning noises and came into a sweat as the orgasm got over.Mintu was not happy. He insisted, “One more orgasm. Just get one more. Okay — this one to help your boobs become juicier.”I hissed back, “Take your finger out — let me close my legs and squeeze one more orgasm out.”Mintu just let me free. I masturbated for a second orgasm by just clasping my thighs tightly together and flexing my cunt muscles.When it was over, Mintu, said, “Now one more orgasm — please.”I pleaded, “I am exhausted. Please not anymore.”He said, “No. One more. To help your pussy to get puffier. Now.”I knew that he would not let me go, unless I had as many orgasms as he wanted. I told him, “Please help me. I will turn over to my side. You caress my buttocks and boobs and I will get several more in quick succession.”I jack knifed one of my legs open and let Mintu caress me without any stopping while with my fingers, I masturbated openly. I came in small orgasm after orgasm — wave after wave. I swayed from side to side – for some unknown reason saying, “Mintu , Mintu, Mintu, Mintu — I love you. I love you. I love you.”I was exhausted and breathing like an athlete. Sweat streaming down my body. Mintu held me in a loving embrace and kissed me on my forehead. As I calmed down and I was getting to be a woman and not only a pussy, Mintu said, “Khuku. You must be tired. You better go to sleep tonight.”I wanted Mintu to atleast once give me his sperm. I reached for his dick. He softly said, “You can hold it and sleep. I will fuck you mercilessly — many times over during this trip. So. Right now just let us sleep in each other arms.” He kissed me several times. But he was right. I was tired. I just zapped into sleep — entwined in his love.The End

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