In my childhood days, I used to
\nstay outside the town limits of Hasnabad, in a small cottage with my mother and
\npishimoni (my father’s cousin sister, who was about 4 years older to my father)
\nthere was no concrete constructions around our cottage. A few village huts
\nexisted only beyond about half a kilometer in radius surrounding our cottage. <\/p>\n
I had a bicycle which I used for
\ngoing to school\/tutions or procuring articles from Hasnabad. My father was in
\nthe defence, posted at Lilabari, Assam. He used to come home for 2 weeks once
\nevery 6 months. Pishimoni remained unmarried after a tragic incident when she
\nlost her father, would be husband and father-in-law as they met with an
\naccident on the way to our house as baraat.<\/p>\n
Our cottage was small with one
\nproper bedroom with a covered balcony, one small room also having a balcony,
\none puja room at the terrace with an attached bath, one more bath with Indian
\nstyle toilet on the ground floor and a kitchen. In my dad’s absence, 3 of us
\nslept in the bedroom. When dad came, I slept with pishimoni in the smaller
\nroom. <\/p>\n
I was much pampered by both mom
\nand pishimoni since I was born. They individually or jointly, gave me a nice
\nand complete bath everyday as I returned from school, fed me, looked after all
\npetty discomforts that I may have come across. This continued even when I grew
\nup to a 18 year old and appeared for my class 10 examinations. <\/p>\n
My dad had come down during my
\nexaminations and accompanied me everyday to the examination hall. He left for
\nhis duty as my exams got over and was immediately transferred to Meerut.
\nPishimoni compelled mom to go to Meerut to set up dad’s new household as soon as
\ndad reached there. This was the first time mom was leaving the house alone. It
\nwas only when dad was around; we used to go to the town or a few times even to
\nKolkata for outings. <\/p>\n
Else it was left to me to procure
\narticles from town. Of course, weekly haats were there, from where mother and
\npishimoni would procure food items like vegetables, fish, fruits etc. Mom was
\nreluctant, but pishimoni indicated that she would not face any mental pressure
\nas I was on post exams leave and would wait for further admissions only after
\nmy results would be declared. <\/p>\n
So mom left at last on a Saturday
\nboth of us went to Kolkata to see her off. The next day was a Sunday. During
\nthe morning hours, I was in our garden watering the plants and nurturing them,
\nwhile pishimoni was busy cooking food for us. After breakfast, I went for
\nshopping of some grocery items. Pishimoni had asked me to fetch certain things
\nwhich mom had forgotten to stock.<\/p>\n
As I was leaving the cottage, she
\nreminded me to take precaution against the scorching rays of sun. I took little
\ntime to come back. By then pishimoni had finished cooking. She checked out the
\npurchases and then asked me if I was ready for bath after 15 minutes, to which
\nI readily agreed. In my childhood days, I was bathed naked by mom and\/or
\npishimoni. <\/p> \n\n
As I grew up, I used to wear a
\nsmall trunk. Although, I was used to see them in scanty outfits, I never had
\nany foul feelings about either of them. While at home, they rarely wore
\nundergarments in the upper bodies. And as they gave me a bath everyday, they
\nwould discard their sarees and enter the bathroom only in petticoats tied up at
\ntheir throat round their necks. After having done with me the two would have a
\njoint bath. <\/p>\n
Of course, with dad around, this
\nwould be different. Only mom would give me a bath and then bathed alone, with
\npishimoni finishing off earlier. That day I was surprised to see pishimoni clad
\nin a saree as she entered the bathroom. We had conversations which are also
\nbeing translated in English for convenience.
\nMe: Ki holo, aaj saree pore keno? Snan korale to ekdom bhije jabe! (What
\nhappened? <\/p>\n
Why clad in a saree today? You
\nwill drench yourself totally!)
\nShe: Aaj to tor maa nei? Amra eke onyo ke saban makhiye dei. Bhablam aaj jodi
\ntui aamar gaye saban diye diysh. Ki re parbi na? (Today your mother is absent.
\nWe normally soap each other. I thought if you could help in soaping me out.
\nCan’t you do so?)<\/p>\n
Me: Na parbar kichhu nei. Tobe
\nkokhono aage ei kaaj kore obhyosto noi to, tai ektu kintu laagchhe. (There is
\nnothing to fail in fact. But since I am not used to doing such things, I am a
\nbit hesitant.) Pishimoni poured a few mugs of water on my head, then started
\nsoaping me.<\/p>\n
After rinsing my whole body
\nthoroughly, she asked me to open the shower and wash the soap away. Then she
\nherself came under the shower. Having wetted herself she closed the shower tap
\nand requested me to apply soap on her body. I sat down behind her and began
\napplying soap on her feet and gradually raised my hands upwards towards her
\nknees. <\/p>\n
Pishimoni raised her saree with
\none hand above her knee level. After reaching her knees, I stood up on my feet
\nand bean rubbing the soap on her bare back, and she protested immediately.
\nShe: Ki holo re aamar thigh te saban dili na je? (What happen you did not apply
\nsoap on my thighs?)<\/p>\n
Me: Byasto hochchho keno, lagabo
\nto. Aage pithe, ghare lagiye dei, taar por samne jabo. Jai bolo pishimoni,
\naamar kintu khub oshwasti lagchhe. (Don’t worry, let me first finish with your
\nbackside. Nevertheless, I am feeling a bit awkward.)<\/p>\n
\nShe: Keno re, aami to boori manush, amay dekhe lojja pabi keno? (But why! why
\nshould you feel shy watching an old lady?)<\/p>\n
Me: Iish! Boori na aaro kichhu.
\nEktao chul pakey ni tomar (Oh! No you
\nare not old. You have not grey a single hair.)<\/p>\n
\nShe: Taate ki holo, aami tor baaper cheyeo boyoshe onek boro (so what? I am
\neven older to your father.)
\nMe: Aashole eto kom poshakey konodin kauke dekhini je (Actually I amyet to see
\nanybody in so little clothes.)<\/p>\n
She: Biye korle bou ke bina
\nposhake dekhte hobe je, tokhon? (When you are married, you will have to watch
\nyour wife totally devoid of any clothes)<\/p>\n
\nMe: Chup koro pishimoni, baje kotha bolbe na. Aar porer kotha porey (Please
\nstop! Don\u2019t be filthy. Moreover, future is future.)
\nShe: Aami toke ovyash koriye dichchhi. Ekhon kotha na bole kaaj kor. (I am
\nhelping you to gather experience. Now, stop talking and do the needful.)<\/p>\n
In any case, while talking, I was
\napplying soap on her back and neck portion. Having finished, I turned pishimoni
\naround. She was holding the pallu of her saree close to her body in front of
\nher chest.
\nMe: Ei bhabe thakley, saban lalgabo ki kore? (in this condition, how shall I
\napply soap?)<\/p>\n
She let her pallu drop. Oh! What
\na sight! For the first time ever in my life, I was viewing a female breast from
\nso close! I stood dumbfounded for a few moments. It was firm, round fair in
\ncolor, with jade black aerola and large nipples, and my manhood promptly
\nreacted under my truck. In order to avoid pishimoni viewing it, I applied soap
\non her face and she had to close her eyes.<\/p>\n
Now I began applying soap on her
\nchest thoroughly. I raised her breasts and applied beneath them.
\nShe: Tui bhari dushtu hoyechhish. Aamar mukhe choke saban lagiye dili aar aami
\nchok khulte parchhi na. Shower ta chalu kor taratari. (You have become very
\nnaughty. By applying soap on my face you have forced me to keep my eyes closed.\n<\/p>\n
Open the shower fast.)
\nMe: Aamar buke pithe saban lagano hoye giechhe. Ebar baki jaygate tumi saban
\nlagiye nao. (I have completed applying soap on your upper body. Now you apply
\nit on rest of your body.)
\nShe: Emon to kotha hoy ni (this was not
\nwhat was agreed upon.)<\/p>\n
Me: Bah! Aami ki kore tomar
\nkomore ba tol pete saban lagiye debo? Eta abar hoy naki? (Hey! How can I apply
\nsoap around your hip and groin area! That’s out of question.)<\/p>\n
\nShe: Aami jodi tor sara gaye saban lagiye dite pari, tui keno parbi na? (If I
\ncould apply soap over your whole body, why can’t you?)
Me: Tomar saree ta gayer sathe
\nlepte achhey je. Aamar pant e elastic achhey, tumi taar bhetor diye hath
\ndhokate paro. Ta chhara tumi ekjon mohila pishimoni. (Your saree is sticking to
\nyour body. My trunk has elastic on it and you could shove your hand inside.
\nMoreover, you are a lady.)<\/p>\n
The shower had been turned on as
\nshe pleaded for it. By now she could open her eyes. Without uttering any
\nfurther syllable, she held my hand with soap and shoved it in near the naval
\nthrough her saree I was left dumbfounded for a split second. Then I began
\nrotating my soapfull hand near her pelvic area. Believe me! It was a feeling of
\nrubbing on a cake of butter. <\/p>\n
So soft it was. I felt the pubic
\nhair around her pelvic area. Suddenly she held my trunk and pulled it down to
\nmy ankle. Now my mamothly enlarged manhood was no longer a hidden stuff. Till
\nnow I had never thought of measuring its length. Pishimoni shuddered and
\nscreamed at its sight.
\nShe: Baap re tor hishu ta eto lomba? Aar temon mota! <\/p>\n
Tor je bou hobe, shey daru-u-n
\nkhushi hobe eta pele (My God! Your genital is so big! And equally thick whosoever
\nbecomes your wife, will be thoroughly pleased to be its owner.) I was feeling
\ngreatly embarrassed.
\nMe: Tumi aamar pant khule dile keno? Eta ki kotha chhilo? <\/p>\n
(Why did you open my shorts? Was
\nthis agreed upon?)
\nShe: Naa holey tui aamar sareer bhetore haath nariye oshubidhe holeo mukhe
\nkichhu boltish na. Ebar chailey tui aamar saree khule ditey parbi. (Otherwise,
\nyou would have struggled to apply soap on my groin. Now, you have the equal
\nright to open my saree too.)<\/p>\n
I deliberately acted novice, and
\ncontinued to apply soap that way. Waiting for a few moments, pishimoni herself
\ntook off her saree and stood naked before me.
\nShe: Ne! Ebar bhalo kore onek somoy niye saban laga. Aamar khub aaram lagchhe.
\n(Here you are! Now apply soap properly taking time. I am thoroughly enjoying
\nyour act.)<\/p>\n
Me: O Ma! Tomar o aamar moton
\nhishur char dhare koto ghono chuler jongol achhe! (Oh dear! You too like me
\nhave a thick and dense jungle surrounding your genitals!)<\/p>\n
\nShe: (With a small moan) Shobai boro hole eta gojay. Eta hishu te moyla dhokar
\ntheke banchay. Tobe oneke eta kete ba kamiyeo phele. (All grown up people have
\nit. It protects the genital from dust and dirt. However many people cut or
\nshave these off.)<\/p>\n
Me: Ekta kotha jante ichchhe
\nkorche. (I wish to know something.)<\/p>\n
\nShe Ki kotha? (What is it?)
\nMe: Aamar hishute ekta chera mukh achhey. Jekhan diye aamar hishi beroy. Kintu
\ntomar temon kichhu nei keno? (In my genital, there is a slit, from where I
\nurinate. But you have nothing of that sort.)<\/p>\n
She: Boka chhele! Aamaro achhe.
\nNa hole aamader hishi berobe ki kore? (Stupid boy. I also must have such a
\nslit. Else how will urine exit from a female body?) By then I had applied a lot
\nof soap in her whole body and it was washed away by the shower. Having uttered
\nher last sentence, she sat down on the floor.<\/p>\n
\nMe: Ki holo matite boshle keno? (What happened, why did you sit on the floor?)<\/p>\n
She: Aashole toke ektu nari deho
\nsomporke shekhano dorkar. Aar tui jokhon aamay ulongo dekhechhish, tokhom hathe
\nkolomei shekhai toke. (Actually you should be given some knowledge about female
\nbody. Since you are viewing me naked, I rather should teach you practically.) Pishimoni
\nheld my genital and said \u2013 Ei dekh tor hishute ektai phuto.<\/p>\n
Eta diyei hishi o beroy aabar
\njonmer beej o ei pothei beriye narir shorire duke jaay. ( Your genital has one
\nopening which is your path for urinating as well as ejaculating sperm into a
\nwoman’s system.) Then she left my genital and opened up the lips of her genital
\nand started telling \u2013 Ekon aamar hishu ta bhalo kore dekhe rakh. Ekhane oporer
\ndikey ekta chhotto phuto achhe, jeta diye aamader hishi beriye aashey.<\/p>\n
Aar ektu nicher dikey dekhte pabi aaro ekta
\nphuto, jeta kina ektu boro maaper. Tora jokhon meyeder jonmer beej upohar dibi,
\ntokhon sheta ei boro phuto diye amader meyeder bhetore chole jaay. Ebar sheta
\njodi meyeder shorire toiri howa dim ke jibito obosthay bhenge dhukte pare tobei
\nmeyeder shorire bachcha aashey. (Now properly observe my genital, where you
\nwill get to see two openings. <\/p>\n
The upper opening is a small one
\nthrough which we female folks urinate. The lower opening is a larger one. When
\nyou male folks generate sperms by way of ejaculation, they enter the female
\nbody through the larger hole.If any such live sperm can penetrate a fertile egg
\ninside a wmoman\u2019s womb, a baby is born) I was sitting like a stupid person with
\na totally lost look on my face. Observing it pishimoni began to smile.<\/p>\n
Me: Ki holo omon bhabe hanshchho
\nkeno? (What happened, why are you smiling?)<\/p>\n
\nShe: Tor kyabla marka mukh dekhe. (Your blank face brings smile from within
\nme.)
\nMe: Taa ki korbo. Aami to bhabtei parchhi na ki kore purusher shorirer beej
\nnarir shorire kemon kore pouchhe jabe. (What else could I do? I can’t imagine
\nthe method by which male sperm will enter a female body.)<\/p>\n
She: Ei byapar ta ekmatro tor bou
\nje hobe shei toke janate parbe. Karon mukhe bolle jinish ta toke bojhano jabe
\nna. (This thing can best be explained by your wife, when she makes her entry
\ninto your life. This needs a practical explanation, which I can’t possibly give
\nyou.)<\/p>\n
\nMe: Eta onyay. Aami to tomar shorir o dekhte chaini, aar eshob byapare kono
\nalokpat o aamar dorkar chhilo na. <\/p>\n
Kintu tumi aamar ojana karone
\neshob aamay janiechho, emon ki nijer shorir tao dekhiechho. Er pore aami ordhek
\njene ki shontushto thakte pari? (this is unfair! I did not desire to see your
\nbody, nor had any intentions of getting knowledge of female body. It was only
\nyou for reasons best known to you only that you gave me this lesson after
\ndisplaying your body.<\/p>\n
Now is it unjust on my part to
\ncomplete my learning?) Pishimoni was visibly foxed. Little did she have the
\nidea of being made to fall into my trap. She stood up closed the shower and
\nthen went to rinse her body dry and then left the bathroom. I also dried myself
\nand walked off. The whole passed without any further conversation between us. I
\nquietly had my lunch and went off for a ride for quite sometime.<\/p>\n
I deliberately returned very
\nlate, hoping her to break the ice. Surprisingly, she still did not talk even
\nafter my return later than 10 pm that day. Moreover, I was surprised to find
\nthat she had finished her dinner ahead of me, for the first time in my life and
\nretired for the day. I said nothing. Ignored my dinner, I went off to sleep and
\nthat too, in the small room, after locking myself up.<\/p>\n
It was natural that I could not
\nsleep. I was tossing and turning from one side to another. It was probably
\naround 2.00 am at night when I heard a knock on my door. After repeated knocks
\nI went and opened the door. It was pishimoni alright. She woke up to find that
\nI had not only skipped dinner, but slept alone in a separate room. Now she
\ncomes to knock the door.<\/p>\n
She: Kokhon phirechhish? Aar
\nrater khabar khashni keno? Aamar shorirta bhalo lagchhilo na bole taratari
\nkheye shuye porechhilam. Phire aamake dakishni ba keno. Ei bhabe ekla tui
\nkokhono shuyechhish ekta raat o? (When did you return? And why did you skip
\ndinner? I retired early one day as I was not feeling too well. Why did you not
\ncall me? Have you ever slept alone like this before?)<\/p>\n
Me: Ashole ek bondhur bari giye
\nektu kheyechilam. Phirteo onek deri hoye gelo, phire dekhlam tumi ghumiye
\nporechho, tai aar birokto korini tomay. (Actually I took some titbits at my
\nfriend’s place and I got really late, and finding you asleep, I did not bother
\nto call you up.)<\/p>\n
\nShe: Sotti, tui ekhon kichhu khabi na?(Are you sure not to have anything now?)<\/p>\n
Me: Ekhon tumi bolchho khete, tai
\nektu kheteo pari. (Now that you are insisting, I may have something.) I ate
\nsomething and then accompanied pishimoni to our bedroom. She made me lie down
\non bed in my shorts (my normal sleeping dress) and joined me only with a
\npetticoat on tied over her breasts.<\/p>\n
She: Tui aamar opor khub raag
\nkorechhish. (You are very angry with me.)<\/p>\n
\nMe: Ektu o naa. Tumi aamake je tuku shekhale, ta naa shekhalei parte. Somoy
\naamay shikhiye dito. (Not at all. You need not have given me a partial lesson.
\nTime would have taught me.)<\/p>\n
She: Aami jantam na je meyeder
\nbishoye tui je eto oggo. Bolte parish tor kachhe eta aamar swikarokti. Tui
\njanish aami biye korini aar ekhono kumari achhi. Aami bujhte paarchhi je aamar
\nnaritwo phuriye ashchhe, jaa tui bujhbi naa. Aaj obdhi nijeke songjoto
\nrekechhi. <\/p>\n
Bhebechhilam tor sahajyo niye
\nnijer shorirke ektu tripti debo. (I did not realize that you are innocent to
\nthat level. Actually, I thought I would take some advantage of you. You may
\ntake it as my confession to you. I am a spinster and have so long controlled my
\nphysical desires very well and am still a virgin. <\/p>\n
Of late I am bothered by these
\ndesires as I am about to loose my womanhood, which you will not follow. So, I
\nthought of seeking your help of getting some pleasure out of you.)<\/p>\n
\nMe: Pishimoni, tumi jaa bolchho aami shob na bujhleo kichhuta bujhi. Jodi tumi
\nmone koro amay diye tomar upokar hobe, aamay bolo. <\/p>\n
Aami tomay shahjyo korte cheshta
\nkorbo ( I partly follow what you say. If you really think I can come to your
\nhelp, please tell me.)
\nShe: Naa re eta onyay, toke paap korabo na. (No, this is not right. I should
\nnot inflict sin upon you.)
\nMe: Tomar karone naa hoy ektu paap korlam i. <\/p>\n
Aamay chhotto bela theke buke
\nkore rekhechho.( I am ready to accept the evils of sin for you. You have
\ncradled me since my childhood.)
\nI waited a bit and then continued.
\nMe; Tumi chinta koro na, tomar gopon kotha maa ke bolbo na.<\/p>\n
(Don’t worry, I shall not divulge
\nyour secrets to mother.)
\nShe: Shotti bolchhish! Tahole toke baki ta shekhatei hobe. Je kota din tor maa
\nthakbe na, aami tor adore nijeke bhashiye debo. (You really mean it! Then I
\nmust have to teach you the rest. During your mother’s absence, I will let
\nmyself sway in your love.)<\/p>\n
I gave a big hug to pishimoni and
\nkissed her deeply, to which she reciprocated promptly. I pulled her up on my
\nchest and said, – Tumi aamar kachhe jaa chao aami cheshta korbo tai dite. Khali
\namay ektu shikhiye nio. ( I shall try to give you whatever you want from me.
\nJust guide me according to your wants.)<\/p>\n
She: Aashole ami ki chhai jani
\nshobta. Kono purush to aar amay shikhiye nayni. ( Actually I myself do not know
\nmuch. No man has trained me up.)<\/p>\n
\nMe: Ei besh hobe. Amra dui anari jemon parbo temon-i khelbo, ki bolo. (This
\nwill be it. We the two novices will play the game to our liking.)<\/p>\n
She: Tui khub bhalo kotha bolte
\nparish. Jodi tor biye dekhe jete pari, tahole lukiye toder prem dekhbo. ( You
\nspeak really well. If I survive till your marriage I will secretly watch you
\nlove your wife.) We were silently kissing each other. I could feel pishimoni
\ngroping at my shorts. I raised my hips to allow her to pull it down. She was
\nnow feeling my manhood, which naturally grew up to its full length.<\/p>\n
Actaully she is a tall lady. So,
\nmy manhood was hitting around her belly. She now wanted me to be on her top. I
\nlet her slide down my chest and turn on her back. I sat up, threw away my
\nshorts off the bed. Pishimoni was visibly nervous. A sense of guilt was
\nprevailing over her desires. <\/p>\n
Having realized so, I pulled the
\nstring of her petticoat open, She promptly hid her face with her hands.
\nMe: Ekhon ghorer ondhokar tomar lojjar karon hoye uthchhe. Diner alloy bathroom
\ne koi ei lojja to dekhini. (The present dark room calls in for your shyness,
\nwhich was absent in the bathroom amidst broad daylight.)<\/p>\n
I removed her hands and asked, –
\nGhore alo jele debo? Tate aamader bhalobasha chhobi hoye aynate phute uthbe.
\n(Shall I swich on the lights. Our love will be depicted in the mirror.)
\nShe: Ja khushi. (as you please.) I left the bed, pulled all curtains, which was
\nabsolutely unnecessary, as we had very high walls, and then lit all the lights
\nof the room and came back to lie down besides pishimoni. <\/p>\n
I pulled her petticoat down her
\nhips, making her nude before my eyes. Then I put my palm across her genitals.
\nIt was so soft, like a pack of soft woolen garment, and I loved rubbing the
\nlove triangle. She was holding and stroking my erect penis first slowly and
\ngradually increased the speed.<\/p>\n
\nMe: Tomar phutoy angul debo? (Shall I insert a finger inside your holes?) Na ki
\nmukh debo? (Or suck it?)<\/p>\n
She : Tor ghenna korbe na? (Won\u2019t
\nyou feel dirty?)<\/p>\n
\nMe: Keno? Tumi amar hishu niye khelte paro aar aami pari naa? (Why? If you can
\nplay with my dick, why cant I?)
\nShe: Tahole aar amar aapotti thaktei pare naa. (in that case I cannot have any
\nobjections.)<\/p>\n
I began to insert my tongue
\ninside her small hole first, and then went over to the bigger one. Pishimoni
\nwent simply wild as she was enjoying this suck at a ripe age of 47 years. She
\nwas shivering with excitement. A minute passed by and she went wild and began yelling
\nat the top of her voice aaaaaaaaaah! Chosh. Bhalo kore chosh. <\/p>\n
Orey Ki aaram re. Keno toke aage
\npaini re (Oh! Suck it nice and hard. How nice it feels! Why did I not get you
\nearlier?) after sucking for about 5 minutes, I went over to 69 position and
\nimmediately pishimoni began to suck my manhood as I continued with my sucking.
\nVery shortly I felt like urinating.<\/p>\n
Me: O pishimoni, aamar mone
\nhochchhe hishi pachchhe.<\/p>\n
\nShe: Pele aamar mukher bhetore kor. (If you feel that way, release it in my
\nmouth.)
\nMe: E maa! Tumi khabe aamar hishi? ( Oh god! You wish to drink my urine?) We
\nboth continued our suckings. In no time I seemed to discharge my urine inside
\nher mouth.<\/p>\n
She: Ohh! ki dar-u-u-n swad. (Oh
\nmy! How palatable it is!)<\/p>\n
\nI was releasing in spurts and felt that heat is generating out of my manhood.
\nMe: Tomar hishir swad bhalo laglo? Ashchorjo! (You relished the taste of urine?
\nNo wonder!)<\/p>\n
She: Ore buddhu! Eta hishi noy.
\nTor berono shesh holey uthe dekhe ne ki khawali aamay. (You fool! This is not
\nurine. After you finish the release, get up and see the dish you have served
\nme.)<\/p>\n
As I finished, I got up and
\nturned towards to pishimoni to find her relishing some thick whitish stuff to
\nmy great surprise.<\/p>\n
\nMe: Eta ki? (What is this?)<\/p>\n
She: Etai to aashol jinish. Eke
\nbangle bole “Birjo” jaa kina ek purush ek naarir shorire diye thake.
\nAar eri bhetore thake jonmer beej. (This is the real thing. We call it
\nsemen,which a man donates to a woman. Within this lie the birth seeds of a
\nhuman soul.)<\/p>\n
This was a lesson for me. I
\nremained dumbfounded for a long time so long that I lost my erection totally. I
\nexclaimed.
\nMe: Eki pishimoni! Aamar hishu je netiye porlo (Oh dear! I have lost my
\nerection.)
\nShe: Chinta korish na. Ota abar shokto hoye danriye uthbe. Kintu tor khomota
\ndekhe aami mugdho. <\/p>\n
Prothombar tui aamar shorir niye
\nnarachara kore tui etokhon dhore rakhte perechhish? (Don’t worry dear. It will
\nregain its erection. But I am thrilled to check your ability. This is the first
\ntime that you have fiddled with a female body and you could control for such a
\nlong time?)
\nMe: Ebar ki korbo? (What should I do now?)<\/p>\n
She: Ek kaaj kor. Aamar buker
\nbnota duto haat diye nara chara kor, mukhe niye chosh ektukhon, taar por abar
\namar hishu te mukh de. (Do one thing. Fiddle my nipples and suck them for a
\nwhile, then restart sucking my womanhood.) I obeyed her and restarted to lick
\nher womanhood. At the same time I inserted my fingers first one, then two and
\nfinally three together.<\/p>\n
I found the place had become very
\nslippery by then.
\nMe: Eki, tomar bhetorta to horhor korchhe. (I find your passage has become very
\nslippery.) By this time I regained full erection.
\nShe: Jodi tor hishu shokto hoye giye thake, tahole aamar hishur boro phutote
\ntorta laga, tarpor dhire dhire bhetore thelte shuru kor. <\/p>\n
Shabdhan ekhuni bhishon jore chap
\ndibi na, aamar lege jete pare. (If you have regained your hardness, then place
\nyour manhood at the larger opening of my womanhood and start applying pressure
\nto force yourself inside me. Be careful not to apply great pressure in one
\nshot. I may get hurt.<\/p>\n
Again I obeyed her and knelt
\nbetween her legs and applying pressure slowly. To my amazement, I saw my
\nmanhood enter into her opening a bit. It was hurting me too. But I did not
\nbother and kept applying force. I could see pishimoni flinch.
\nMe: Tomar khub lagchhe? Themey jaabo ki? (Is it hurting you a great deal? Shall
\nI refrain from my act?)<\/p>\n
She: Naa naa, thambi naa. Tui
\ndhokate chesta chaliye jaa. Tor o nischoy lagchhe ektu. Dekhish ekbar purota
\ndhuke gele aar lagbe na kono din. (No. no don’t stop. Keep trying to enter. I
\nknow you are also feeling the pain a bit. Once you succeed in entering fully,
\nyou will have immense enjoyment.)<\/p>\n
Pishimoni was absolutely right.
\nGradually my manhood advanced its way in, even after some hindrance. I kept on
\npersuading and was finally successful in wading my way through. As soon my
\nmanhood was completely in I found it had hit something. Pishimoni beagan to
\nmoan once again<\/p>\n
Me: Mone hoy purota dhuke geche,
\npishimoni. (I think I have entered fully.)<\/p>\n
\nShe: Thik tai. Aar aamar lagchhe na. Hoy to olpo rokto berote pare, bhoy pash
\nna. (You are right. I am not sensing any further pain. May be there will be a
\nstreak of blood. Do not panic.)<\/p>\n
Me: Aamar khub bhalo lagchhe.
\nAage kokhono ei anondo paini. Kintu ebar ki korte hoy? (I am really feeling
\ngreat, which I have never sensed before. But what next?)<\/p>\n
\nShe: Ebar aaste aaste tor hishuta kichhuta ber kor tarpor aabar dhakka mere
\ndhukiye de bhetore. Ei bhabe chalate thak. Dhire dhire goti barabi. <\/p>\n
Aabar goti komabi, aabar barabi.
\nEbarer khelata tor opore. Tui joto bhalo kore khelte parbi aami totoi aaram
\npabo. Tui aamay dekhei bujhe jaabi aami kotota aaram pachchhi. (Now withdraw
\nyour manhood a bit and again force it in. Keep on continuing this, first at a
\nslow pace, then gradually speed up, again slow and repeat increase of pace. <\/p>\n
The whole show will be controlled
\nby you now.. The better you perform, the greater pleasure will be mine. You can
\nvisualize my degree of pleasure yourself.) I followed her guidance to enjoy
\nimmense pleasure and watched her too to enjoy pleasure. Now, her moans were no
\nlonger feeble, they were loud with dirty words, which made me utterly
\nsurprised. <\/p>\n
I had never heard many words
\nuttered by her at that juncture. At the same time she was squirming, wriggling,
\ntossing \u2013 all so viciously that nearly made me fall off her. I continued to ram
\nher fast and hard as she was shouting \u2013
\nShe: Maar, maar, aaro-o-o-o jore maar. Aamar shob kichhu fatiye de re mere
\nmere. <\/p>\n
Ponchash bochhorer maagike chude
\ngud khaal kore de, dekhi tui aamar kemon morod hoyechhish. Ore Pishichoda re,
\naaro chod aamay, aamar pet kore de. Aami tor shonatner kumari maa hote chai re
\naamar gud marani nogore re. (Bang, bang bang me harder. Tear open all my
\nvaginal organs.<\/p>\n
Fuck a fifty year old bitch and
\nrip open my cunt you auntfucker, fuck me hard and best to get me pregnant. I
\ndesire to become a spinster mother of your child, oh my child-lover.) I too got
\nexcited with her words and replied abusively <\/p>\n
Me: Ei dekho, kemon chudchhi
\naamar ponchash bochhorer buri abong kochi premikar gud khana. Aamar maa phire
\nashabar aagei jodi tomar pet naa kore diyechhi, to aamar naam nei. Dekho aamar
\ndandata kemon dukchhe aar berochchhe tomar kumaari gude go. (See, how I fuck my
\nfifty year old yet young lover’s womanhood.<\/p>\n
If I fail to impregnate you
\nbefore the return of my mom, you may call by any name. Just watch my dick ploughing
\nyour virgin cunt.
\nShe: Jaai bol, aage jodi jaantam tui eto bhalo chudte paarish, tahole aaro koto
\naage tor shamne aamar gud khana mele dhortam. <\/p>\n
Bujhli, pishi choda, ebar theke
\nprotidin kom kore teen baar chudbi. (Whatever you say, had I known about your
\nefficiency, I would have made myself available to you long back, from now
\nonwards, you must fuck me at least thrice a day, do you follow you auntfucker?)<\/p>\n
It was after about 20 minutes
\nthat I fountained her with my milky juices to fill her completely up. It ws a
\ntiring venture for both of us as we both orgasmed concurrently and collapsed on
\neach otherand fell asleep without even bothering to switch off the lights. It was about 4.30 am in the
\nmorning, when urine filled my bladder and forced me to wake up. By then I had
\nslopped besides my Pishimoni. I left the bed and proceeded to the bathroom. I
\nsquatted on the toilet to start emptying my bladder, when I heard the voice of Pishimoni<\/p>\n
She: Ki re kotokhkhon lagabi?
\nAami je aar chepe rakhte parchhi naa. (Hey! How long will you take? I can’t
\nhold on any longer.)<\/p>\n
\nMe: Opekhkha korchho keno? Aamar pash diye boshe jao na. (Why wait? Come and
\nsit besides me?)<\/p>\n
She: Tor pashe boshe pechchhab
\nkorbo? Naa naa, aamar lojja korbe. (Urinate sitting besides you? No, no I shall
\nfeel ashamed.<\/p>\n
\nMe: aaaahhhhh! Aamar shamne khule aamay diye laagate parle, aar pashe boshe
\nmuttey parbe naa? (Oh! No wonder! You could strip yourself in front of me and
\nget fucked by me and you cannot urinate sitting besides me?) Pishimoni had to squat besides me
\nand began urinating. There came a whisling sound from within her as she
\nurinated producing a thick gush of flow of urine. Having finished, we both got
\nup and washed ourselves and went to sleep again.<\/p>\n
From that day I kept on fucking
\npishimoni uninterrupted as mom informed that dad is asking her to stay with him
\nand that she would not be returning to us unless he is transferred to the war
\nfield again. Dad kept on sending money every month. Myself and pishimoni kept
\non enjoying here in full satisfaction. <\/p>\n
Pishimoni gave birth to 2 kids
\nfrom me and nobody came to know about it. I continued my studies and on
\ncompletion got a very good job. My mother passed away first. I went to my
\nfather’s place to perform the rituals. He too did not survive long. I could
\nbring up my both children from pishimoni pretty well. They knew that I was
\ntheir cousin.<\/p>\n
Pishimoni got me married to a
\nnice girl from Punjab, who was the child of Pishimoni’s childhood friend’s
\nyounger brother. My wife also gave birth to 3 children out of me. Paishimoni
\nand I continued our love making till I got married, escaping the eyes of my
\nchildren from Pishimoni. I was accountable to pishimoni for bringing up the 2
\nchildren from her. She saw the wedding of her elder child, who was a daughter.<\/p>\n
Her other child joined the army
\nlike his grandfather cum maternal uncle. He was also married away to a girl
\nfrom Kashmir and had a nice marriage, two years after pishimoni passed away. I
\nknow that this was incest on my part. However, having seen pishimoni blessed
\nwith 2 children to satisfy her wish and at the same time her physical desires
\nwas very satisfying for me. I never bothered to have committed a sin or
\nanything of that sort.<\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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