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The Second Day

By: khukusanyal



I am more than overwhelmed by the response to my earlier 'stories'. I am grateful for the outpouring of comments. Based on the comments I have received, I am reducing the use of the vernacular to lend universal appeal and to reduce the tedium of having to look for English to understand what is going on.

Like the earlier ones, this too is a true story, with some literary license. This incident happened when I was touching 20 and I was having the second tryst with my cousin brother.

*

When I woke up, the bright light of a late morning was blazing down the skylight of the flat. I was sleeping in my brother's arms. He was sleeping soundly.

Both of us were stark naked. 

I remembered the night vividly. Mintu dropped his seed before he could enter me. That was followed by some pretty powerful love making. First in the bed in the missionary position and then after some sleep, on the floor, doggy style.

The wild passion.

I must confess, I instantly thought of what state my pussy would be in, after suck a powerful and nearly violent session of sex. I flexed my thighs and felt it. It was a little sore. But the opiate of sex was also acting like a deep attraction to unending sex.

I needed to get up and visit the bathroom. So, I squirmed. Mintu woke up immediately. He wasn't used to sleeping with anyone. He peeped and asked, "You woke up early?"

"Yes. Needed to go for a leak."

I tottered into the bathroom and sat on the john. As I passed urine, I got that 'morning-after' pleasure in the pussy as the stream of pee came out. I shuddered and thought, "What if, this is the pleasure I get every time I pee?"

I first thought that I should undertake feminine hygiene after finishing. But then I thought, "What if he wants to feel me or sniff me?"

I walked out. He peeped again and said, "Come here and get near me."

I ambled to the bed and sat myself down next to him. He stirred and slowly held my wrist and said, "Hopefully, I did not hurt you last night." ("Tor kaal ratirey laagey nee to?")

"No"

"Let me see." ("Dekhi!!")

He slowly ran his other palm and finger tips over my face, tracing my lips down my neck over my boobs and nipples, right down to my crotch.

As he touched my crotch, he caressed my bush and said, "I will make this pussy bald today." ("Tor aee jayegaa takay aami naada koray debo. Aajkey)

"Dhaaat.!!!" ("No No.")

He did not heed my protests and continued playing with my hairs and feeling me all over. Then he felt my arm pit. Again I had not shaved it too well. So he added, "I will make this part as well bald today."

He pulled me near himself and kissed my mouth. And caressed my back and said, "You really fuck very well."( "Tui khoob bhalo chudtay parish.")

I raised myself a little and slowly ran my finger tips over his torso and caressed his half risen and sticky dick. As I reached his dick, I wrapped my fingers around it and pulled the foreskin back and pulled it back, in a slow shagging motion.

I leant low over him and kissed the open bulbous tip of his dick and said, "This dick is a sweetie pie."( "Aita akta lokhee shona.")

As I kissed it and licked it a couple of times, I got the taste of my pussy and it stirred up and was coming alive.

He asked, "Kee ray. Ekhunee chodabee naakee?" ("You want to be fucked right now?")

"No. No. Just like that, I was kissing it."

I shifted the turgid shaft and planted a few kisses on his balls and said, "Ei beechee thei to semen bonay. Eitakai aami bhalo bashee." ("Your semen is made here. Isn't it? I love these balls of yours.")

We luxuriated in the morning after. Satiated in unabashed and free sex, we loved folding each other and showered each other with kisses.

Mintu glanced at the clock and noticed, it was nearly ten in the morning. He softly said, "Okay. Let me get up and wash my mouth. You too wash your mouth and let us have some breakfast."

Minti went in first. Kept the door ajar. He pissed into the john. I could see the urine streaming out and could hear it falling noisily into the water in the john. Then I stepped in and started to brush my teeth. He first stood behind me and watched my reflection in the mirror. Then he came and stood close behind me and slowly cupped each of my boobs in each of his palms and kissed me on my neck and sad, "Your two boobs. Always feel like caressing them."

Soon we finished washing our mouth. As I came out, I suggested to him, "We have to ventilate this small flat. Then we have to get dressed, a little. Why don't you wrap one of my sarees around as a lungee. I too will just wrap one of my sarees as a lungee."

He asked, "Why?"

"Taking them off is easier. Besides, if I feel like it, I can always slip my hand into the folds of the lungee and hold your cock."

We both walked out. He picked out my crumpled saree and folded it twice over and wrapped it around and tucked in the end. I picked out Neera's crumpled saree and wrapped it around. I also picked up Mintu's tee shirt and started to slip it on. Mintu stepped forward, stopped me when I was entangled in the tee shirt, with both my hands up and held my waist and kissed me on both my boobs and caressed the naked breast once more and then helped me slip it on.

As I adjusted the tee shirt, he slipped behind me and wrapped his left arm around my waist and said, Let me just feel your pussy mound once with all my love for it." ("Tor goodtatey akbarr haath diye bhalobeshey nee." ) He then slowly lowered his right hand and softly caressed my mound from above the lungee. His fingers deftly played with the crevasses and then he just lifted me off the ground and led me to the edge of the chair saying, "I want to caress the naked pussy one more." ("Nangto koray haath diye tor goodtakay bhalo bashtey chai.")

He pulled the diadem of the lungee. It fell down in a heap. He made me sit back. He swiftly parted my legs as wide as he could and slowly ran his fingers through my bush and caressed the slit a few times. I could not help it. I just purred with pleasure.

He kissed me and said, "Okay. Now you can once again wrap this silly thing on." ("Nay. Ebaarey abaar tor lungee ta poray nay." )

Once he had controlled his libido. We quickly made a simple breakfast together and had it.

We discussed last night for a while. He said, "Terribly sorry, I could not stop the premature ejaculation. You are far too sexy."

I assured him, "Shhh. Nothing to worry or feel bad about."

"Most of my girl friends complain that their lovers drop their seed inside their undies and then can't get that up any more. You fucked me hard and long twice after that."

During the conversation he said, "I will give you a bath today."

He then added, with a twinkle in his eyes, "I will give you a bath twice today, not once."

I naturally said, "Okay."

As it came near lunch time, we took out the remnants of yesterday's food and heated it up and got the small rickety table ready for food with two plates, glass tumblers etc.

When that was ready, he said, "Come let me give you a bath."

I agreed and started to get my clothes ready. He asked, "Clothes. You need to wear clothes after lunch?"

MIntu took out his shaving kit and can of foam, took off his make shift lungee and got into the bathroom with the door ajar and shaved. I waited for him to finish his shaving. As he finished his shave, he walked out, came near me, caught me, peeled off my tee shirt and then with one pull, released my lungee. I was stark naked.

He grabbed my right wrist and pulled me inside the bathroom. I did not resist it.

Once inside, he applied shampoo on my hairs and then soaped my entire body, taking special care of my boobs, caressing them and teasing the nipples and the poured water all over me to clean out the soap. Then he made me give him a bath, just the same way. 

I pulled back the foreskin of his cock and applied soap liberally and cleaned it. But, clearly, it was sensitive after last night's bout of fucking. He appeared to be enjoying the attention.

When this was over, he walked across, dripping wet to the room and fished out a bottle of Anne French (hair remover) from his baggage and came back. 

I thought to myself, "This bastard has planned his tryst with me in significant detail."

The moment he came back, He ordered me, "Lift your arms. Let me apply this on your arm pits. Then we wash this off."

I lifted my arms one by one. He applied the cream on each arm pit one by one and then we frolicked for some time. And then he just washed my arm pits with water and all the stubbles fell off.

He felt the arm pit and said, "Smooth like a baby's bottom. I love it."

My heart was racing. What if, he insists on applying this on my pussy?

And as soon as he finished with my arm pits, he said, "Come. Get into the bed room and lie down with your legs wide apart. I will apply this on your pussy."

I protested, "No. Why. You don't like my pussy this way?" ("Naa. Kano? Tor khoob kharaap lagcchey?")

He said, "No. I like a bald pussy more. It is more lickable then. That is why." 

"Please, darling don't make my pussy bald. Please don't." ("Na. Please. Lokhee Shona. Please amaar goodta kay naydaa korish na. Please.")

Mintu looked at me sternly and said, "Would you simply lie down and get this done or would you like me to spank you first and then tie your hands and legs apart and then make your pussy bald by force?" ("Tui neejay jabee na tokay duto thappor meray, hath paa bendhey tor goodtakay nayra kortay hobay?")

Suddenly, Mintu caught me by my forearm and held my hairs and pulled me out. With my head twisted down I came out and stood, naked and dripping with the water all over me. Mintu said strenly, "Lie down here and now."

Mintu grappled me to the floor. Turned me over and started to spank by bottom with some pretty hard strokes with his hard hand. The sting passed through my whole body. And admonished me, "You say no to me? You have no shame. Saying no to your lover, one who fucks his sister? My own horny bitch?"

I realized he meant business and he would do what he wanted.

I stopped fighting. Yet, that act of domination made me hornier. I loved it. I somehow wanted that he actually forces me to do many things that I may say no about. I realized, I was a girl who loved being a dominated bitch.

Mintu then flipped me over. Roughly caught my wrists and put them on top of my head and then with a single strong push parted my legs wide apart. He shook the bottle and applied the cream all around the bush and between my legs. 

I was simpering my protests out. I pleaded, "Please Mintu. Please do not let it go into my slit. It will hurt. Please."

He warned, "You talk too much, I will actually pinch the small tit bit of yours and bite it off and throw it away. You will then be dribbling piss all the me for your life."

It wasn't long before, he leaned back to inspect his works of art. As he moved back, I could see that his cock as strong and upright. Clearly, playing with my pussy, be it to make it bald had put his cock on fuck mode.

After about ten minutes of my lying there with the fear that moving would make the Anne French hair remover cream go in between my slit, Mintu got up and brought a large bathing mug with water in it from the bathroom and then he brought out a small towel. He dipped the towel into the mug and then softly and slowly he cleaned the whole mound area.

As my pubic hair came off, he slowly put them inside the mug. When he finished cleaning my pussy of all the cream and hair, he put the small towel inside the mug, like a practiced barber and said, "Look at your pussy. It is really bald. Oooooh. I love it."

I raised my head and looked between my crotch. It looked like a seven year old girl's pussy.

God, I was truly feeling shy. My pussy folds were visible the way I had never seen them. Open for inspection. I was now truly naked. I quickly crossed my legs and covered my pussy with both my palms and said, "I am really feeling shy." ("Aaamaar khoob lojja korchay.")

MIntu came back after placing the mug on the table and leaned down and whispered, "Let me take you in for your second bath."

He held my right wrist and assisted me get up from that uncomfortable floor, He then walked me to the bathroom. Now he got the shower running and then applied soap all over my body and washed me. He took lot of care of my arm pits and then said, "Just part your legs and stand erect. Let me soap this pussy and clean it properly." ("Paaa phank koray dara. Aamee tor goodta bhalo koray shaban diye porishkar koray dee.")

When he applied the soap, he took all the care of ensuring that he cleaned my slit also. With his fingers running between the slit from top to bottom. As it ran over my clit, I hissed, "Aaaah. What are you upto?" ("Aaah Kee hochcey ta kee?")

As he did that, his dick was up and looking very angry indeed. I asked, "Tor baada ta to khadaa hoye gachchey. Eitakay aamee ekto thanda koray dee?" ("Your dick is up and rearing to go. Should I treat it and cool it down a bit?")

He said, "No. I will do what I want to."

He fished quickly. Then he took the large trowel and wiped me dry. He dried my hairs by rubbing my long hairs in the towel.

He wiped himself dry and then he said, "Let us go out and get ready."

Frankly, I was surprised that he was letting me of without some special treatment.

As we came out of the bathroom, he said, "Ja. Bichchanaye shuey por." ("Go and lie down on the bed.")

I walked towards the bed. He walked to the shopping bag and picked out the extra packet of butter. He took off the upper cover and threw it away and then peeled the butter paper apart and came over to me. He said, "You skin has got dried from all this soaping. I will have to add some cream to the skin."

Like a fool, I asked, "You are going to apply butter all over my body?" ("Tui kee puro gaye makhon lagabee, na kee.")

He said, "Daykh kee koree!!" ("Just wait and see what I do.")

As I lay down on the bed, he walked over to the apology for a dresser and picked up the body moisturizer bottle and placed it next to the bed.

I realized that he had an elaborate plan for me and it would be better for my pleasure to just go with the flow.

"Nay oobood hoye sho." ("Come just lie on your face.")

While I was obediently following his instructions, he picked up the pillow and placed it in the mid section. So, when I would lie there face down, by bottom would be jutting up, as if placed there for an assault on my ass.

Without saying a word, he poured out liberal quantities of the moisturizer on my back and slowly massaged the cream into my neck and then down the spine. The warm pleasure of being touched so deeply and all over, was to say the least, spine chillingly great.

He took the cream and applied it all over the back of my legs, in the beck of my knees and then on my ankles and even below my feet.

Finally, he softly said, "Ektoo bangyer moton sho." ("Just get into a frog position.")

I did not understand what he meant. So I asked, "Maney?" ("Like how?")

He helped me bend my knees below my stomach with my arms resting my head and face and then he pushed my knees lightly to indicate that he wanted my legs parted below me, so that my bottom would be pointing up, with the ass wide open.

I whimpered my protests, "Mintu. Kee hochcey ta keee." ("What are you upto??!!")

He just said, "Shhhhh. Aaakeyabaarey choop thaak. Khaalee mojaa paley awaaj kor." ("Shhhh. Just keep quiet and make noise if you love it.")

Like a sex slave I just followed his instructions. I parted my knees as wide as I could and raised my ass up.

He then took some more moisturizing cream in his palm and applied it over my bottom, cheek by cheek. He then said, "Sorry I had to spank you. I will apply this balm wherever it hurt." 

Saying that his fingers went on applying the cream in every part of my bums and finally came down to my ass hole. He poured some cream directly onto my ass. It was cold. My sphincter muscles closed my ass.

He gave me time to relax and I slowly relaxed my ass hole. He then said, "Tor pondhay aamee ektu cream lagaboe. Aaar taar poray tor pondhta aamee chaatbo." ("I will apply the cream inside your ass hole and then I will lick your ass.")

"What are you upto!!" ("Kee hochay ta kee!!") I cried out. I never anticipated that he would want to breach my ass also.

From my side turned face, I could see his cock was up and throbbing with excitement.

I had fair doubts that he will sodomize me today and now.

Mintu climbed onto the bed and sat himself down with his legs wide apart, going around my frog positioned legs.

He said, "Sitting here and massaging you won't let my cock meet its most favorite place of stay." (:Aikhaney boshey tor pachchaa massage korlay to tor gooder katchchey amaar baada ta thakbay na!!")

He started to slowly massage in the moisturizer onto each of my bum cheeks with an outward motion. Each time he pushed the bubs down to massage the moisturizer in, my pussy would swoop low and the bulbous tip of his erect cock would rub into my wet and dripping slit and come near to entering.

Like a woman, I was not taking the initiative to push down my pussy onto the cock, hoping that his patience with my open pussy would run out and he would lift his waist up and penetrate my pussy and go right in.

Each time squeal would leave my throat as the pleasure enhanced itself to anticipation of a powerful fuck.

He too hissed with pleasure each time the bulbous tip of his cock would enter the slit and go out. "Hnnnnn. Sssssss. Oooooh. Sssssss."

I was trembling with anticipation that he would suddenly stop his exciting me and raise his dick up and penetrate t into me and fuck the shits out of me.

But his voice trembled and he said, "You fucking bitch. I can't take this much longer. I want to now put the moisturizer on your front." ("Khankee maagi. Tor shamney eibaar tel lagatey hobay. Aar beshee khon tokay no choodey thaka jabey naa. Shojaa hoye show!!)

I realized that I better flip over soon. Or else he will spill his seed outside. And not inside my wet pussy.

As I turned over, he again said, "Baalish ta kay tor pachchar tolaye raakh. Tor good ta ooonchoo koray rakhtey chai." ("Keep the pillow below your ass. I want your pussy pointing up.")

As I lay down, he ordered, "Paa phaak koray raakh. Tor good akkebarey kholaa chai amar." ("Keep your legs w-i-d-e apart. I want the pussy mouth open and inviting.") and caught my ankles and eagle spread my legs, as wide as he could.

He knelt between my legs. I could see his cock erect and throbbing. It had the pre cum on the tip and was glistening.

He got faster with applying the moisturizer all over my front. He took pains not to touch my boobs or my crotch.

Then as he finished moisturizing the rest of the body, he leant across and picked up the butter.

He took large dollops of butter in his fingers and started to apply it on my breast and nipples. I was too excited. I cried out, "Please that is too much. Stop it. Fuck me." ("Aaaah. Thaama. Ammakey chudey dey. Please. Chudey dey.")

He said, "Thaam. Tor maai ar good aamee khaabo. Taar porey choodbo." ("Wait. I want to eat your boobs and nipples and then eat your pussy. Then I will fuck you.")

I could see he was running out of patience and started to hurry up his butter massage. His urgency to take me was getting nearly out of hand and he was trying his best to do what he wanted to do.

He took more butter in his palm and picked up some on his finger ends and started to apply butter all over my mound.

I was already starting cramps with excitement and desire. 

He saw my pussy muscles contacting and conjuring up an orgasm.

He saw it and took some butter and applied it liberally inside my slit and started to apply it slowly and deliberately on my clit.


The Second Day



I saw, he was now dribbling. He exclaimed, "This smoooooth pussy, without any hair. This is toooo good." ("Ma. Ei nayda good. Ayto bhalo. Kee bole.")

I squealed with pleasure, "Aaaaa. Aaaaro. Hmmmmmm. Aaaah Oooooooo. Aaaro kor." (" More. More. Please.")

As my convulsions of the orgasm were coming up and my pussy was opening and closing, I wanted to shut my thighs shut and flex my pussy muscles and maximize my orgasm.

I cried out, "Mintu. Aaamkey aangul diye chudey dey. Please." ("Mintu finger fuck me. Please. Now.")

MIntu immediately put his middle finger of the other hand in and started to finger fuck me hard. 

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. 

I was screaming with the large orgasm I was having. I was raising my buttocks higher and higher and climaxing. I was screaming obscenities. ""Chod. Ammakey chiod. Aaaahj. Aaamee khankee maagee. Ammakey chod." ("Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. I am a bitchy prostitute. I want to be fucked, fucked and fucked.")

As I went through a shuddering climax, I shut my eyes and enjoyed his playing with me.

It was over. I relaxed my muscles. But his finger was inside. He had stopped fingering me letting me rest.

Slowly I parted my legs and said, "Baar koray ney." ("Take your finger out.")

As I came out of my orgasmic trance, I looked at him. He was sitting there with a slightly sheepish look on his face. He said, "Sorry. I just could not wait any longer. I just ejaculated."

I looked at his cock. It was now flaccid and the semen was all over my stomach. I felt a large urge to love him. I reached out to him, grabbed him and pulled him close to my and held him tight and said, "Poor darling. I am sorry. I should have insisted that you fuck me instead."

He wrapped his hands around me too and said, "I really wanted you to have good first orgasm of the day. Then I would fuck you repeatedly."

I kissed him on his face and eyes and said, "You are a darling. You know."

He kissed me back repeatedly and we stayed locked in the lovers embrace for about ten minutes.

Mintu released his tight embrace, kissed my eyes and whispered, "Tor mai gulo aar goodta aamee khabo." ("I want to eat your boobs and pussy.")

I knew that protests would be useless. Yet, like all self respecting bitches (hidden in women) I protested, "Na. Please. Aakhon naa." ("No please. Not now.")

Perhaps in the inner self I knew that for Mintu such protests would engender near compulsion.

He peeled himself off my wrapped arms and got up. He mumbled something like, "I need to get the contraption right." 

He picked up the chair and placed it upside down on the dining table, making a reclining back. He then walked across to me and pulled me up from the bed. As I sat up, he picked up the pillow and placed it on the reclining part of the chair and then ordered me to stand up. He picked my small frame up and made me sit on the small table. Then he pushed my back onto the reclining chair.

I realized why brilliant would be inventor engineers go to IIT. The pillow had caused a shape that made my head go back, and my back to arch. Then my boobs got pushed out while my legs dangled from the table side. 

He stood up and parted my legs slightly and placed himself between the legs and slowly lowered his face onto my face and kissed me repeatedly.

"Tokaay aamee eibaarey janabo, jey tokay aamee koto bhalo baashee. Tui aamaar bon. Akta bhaeeyer moton tokay aamee eibaar bhaalo bashbo." ("I am going to let you know today how much I love you. I am going to love you. Like a brother should love his lover sister.")

He picked up more globs of butter and applied it liberally on my boobs.

He stuck his tongue out and slowly ran it over the main mass of my right breast. Then swirled the tongue around the whole breast and slowly made circles in ever small circles and reached my nipple.

This was truly exciting. I had never thought that the boob could be licked off this way. I sucked in my breath and gasped and said, "What are you doing?? Stop it."

We women are programmed to say things we don't mean. I was enjoying it faaar too much to really want him to stop.

Then he applied more butter to the other boob and repeated the performance.

I sobbed with excitement and hissed, "Why don't you do what you want to?"

I could see his dick was erect and throbbing and small dribble of pre-cum hanging out from the tip of that fat dick.

He then sat himself down between my legs and ordered, "Widen the legs."

I moved them apart with mock feminine modesty.

I could see his urgency. He almost shouted, "More."

I simpered, "Any wider and they will break off."

He caught my knees and nearly flattened them on the two sides. I cried out, "Please. Please don't. Not any more. Please."

He then picked up some more butter and applied it all over my whole crotch, over my inner thighs and lastly on my bald and smooth pussy mound. I anticipated he would soon part my pussy lips wider and apply the butter in my hidden crevasses. But he avoided that entirely.

I was getting frustrated and hissed, "Please apply that all over. Everywhere!"

After applying the butter all over the crotch, finally, Mintu said, "I will now part your pussy lips and apply butter inside these folds."

I turned my head away and shut my eyes bracing for the electric pleasure that it would cause. Mintu noticed that and said, "Open your eyes. I want you to see what is done to your pussy."

As I fluttered my eyes open, he slowly parted my pussy lips wider with two finger of his left hand and then applied a glob of butter on his index and middle fingers of his right hand and slowly started to apply the butter starting from near my anus.

He took agonizingly long to ensure that butter was indeed applied to every nook and cranny of my inner pussy lips.

All I could do was to squirm and hiss, "Hnnnnnnnnn. Ssssssss."

My hand moved involuntarily to my crotch to try and cover my womanhood and to protect my modesty. As it came down, he barked, "Haaath ooporay rakho." ("Hands above your head!!!")

I could make out; he was dead serious about his instruction. All I could do was to raise my hips, propped up my both my legs wide apart pushing my pussy up to meet those wicked fingers.

Soon he was applying butter on my small tit bit and trying to hold it and part the small flesh in it and put butter inside. That was incredible.

"Hnnnnnn. Sssssss." (Hang on; while I write this, recollecting ecstasy in tranquility, my pussy is wet. I need to relieve the tension that it causing between my legs.")

As his fingers played with me, the dam broke and I pleaded, "Choodey dey." ("Fuck me.")

He said, "Why don't you apply some butter on this dick?? It will then go in smoothly too."

He brought the cock near my hands and gave me some butter on my fingers. My need to get fucked was urgent. I quickly applied some butter on the open and erect dick with three or four quick motions and up down and then, I pulled his dick near my crotch.

He pulled my torso down to the edge of the bed, so that my pussy was open and open to being fucked standing up. He did not need another invitation. Without any ado, he placed the tip of his erect and blood gorged dick on the open mouth of my pussy and gave one slight push.

"Thwaack." It just slid in.

"Oooooooh Maaa." I cried out as it entered.

MIntu did not want to wait any longer. He held my right leg with his left hand and pulled it up straight in front of him. With his right hand he held my right knee down and started to fuck me with very quick and short stroked pushes. Much like dogs fuck with the urgency and swiftness.

I could feel that large orgasm building up inside me. I bit my lips, thrashed my head from side to side, arched my boobs up and met his thrusts with short cries, "Oooooh Ma. Amaakey choodey dey. Aamakey chod. Bholo koray chod. Ooooh." (Ooh. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep and well.")

Mintu was also exhorting me to fuck, "Kuttiya. Choda. Nay. Chod amaakey chod." ("Bitch. Get fucked. Take this. And this. Fuck. Fuck more.")

It perhaps took less than a minute of explosive fast and powerful short strokes for him to release his semen inside me. He shouted, "Aaaaaargh. Hnnnnn. Choda. Chodaa." ("Get fucked. Get fucked.")

I could feel the warm semen cooling my pussy. As he was finishing his orgasm, with no remorse of not having come with him, the very thought that he had released his semen inside excited me and I came with waves of orgasms.

I let out shrill shrieks of pleasure and contracted my cunt muscles and went into paroxysms of pleasure.

Within less than a minute, Mintu lay down on top of me with his now shriveling dick encased in my pussy, a holder it deserved and wanted. 

I wrapped both my legs around his waist and savored the post coital bliss.

Two or three times a shudder passed through Mintu's body and he tried to pump in more semen into my pussy.

As moments passed by, the discomfiture of an uncomfortable bed became more acute. He realized it and slowly pushed that chair placed on the bed with his hands and then suggested to me, "Wrap your legs around my waist. Let me list you and place you on the bed, so that we can sleep while fucking."

Swiftly he with his strong torso he lifted me up and placed me in the centre of the bed and lay directly on top of me with his dick embedded inside me. I said, "Shall we sleep a little?"

He kissed me twice on my face and we both remained entangled in a lovers embrace. My arms around his back and his arms wrapped around me. He slowly rolled over to his side.

Ensuring that his cock remained inside my pussy.

I snuggled my face nearer his face with my head on his shoulder.

We kissed each other intermittently and slowly, we drifted into sleep.

When I woke up, it was nearly six in the evening. I was still in my lover's arms. And his dick was still inside my pussy. As I stirred, he woke up too.

As he woke up, he pulled me closer in affirm yet loving embrace. 

He kissed me on my forehead and asked, "Are you happy?"

I answered, "Yes. But . . . . ."

"But what?"

"Not completely."

"It wasn't good?"

"No. No. It was verrry good. But, I want more and more."

Mintu realized that I was perhaps insatiable. And he said so. "Chintaa korish naa. Tokaay aamee aaro anyek baar chudbo." ("Don't despair. I am not through with fucking you, as yet.")

But, yet he slowly made me open my legs wide and slowly pulled his now shriveled dick out from between my pussy folds. As it came out with a small plop, I felt an electric shock and let out a small whimper, "Aaaeee."

Mintu swung out of the bed and stood up. He had butter all over his body. You know what I mean.

He asked, "Would you like to savor the fuck longer and I have my bath first? Or would you like to go in first?" ("Tuee aar ektu shoye chodaar mojaa ta neebee aar amee agey chaan koray nee? Na tooee chaan agey kortey chaash?)

I really needed to pee and clean my self. So I told him that I would like to go in first.

I held out my hands and asked him to pull me out from bed.

He held my arms and pulled me out from that small bed. As I stood up, the tresses of my disheveled hairs fell over my boobs and I was trifle wobbly on my feet. Mintu held me by my waist and asked, "Kee rey? Kee holo?" ("What happened?")

I decided to become naughty and answered, "Paa duto phaank thekay gaychchey aar kee. Aaaato chudeychcheesh." (" My legs are remaining wide apart now. What with the merciless fucking you have done.")

Mintu was no less naughty. He immediately said, "Let me see if the pussy lips are widely open?" ("Dekhee tor goodta phaak hoye aachchey kee naa.")

He held me by my waist and hoisted me on top of the small table. My pussy was at his face height. He inspected my bald pussy lips and slowly caressed them with his finger tips and said, "Hmmmm. Ektu phaak hoye aachchey. Bodhaye aaro kheeday aachchey." ("Hmmm. Yes, they are a little wider than before. Perhaps these lips want to eat more.")

He planted a kiss on my pussy lips and spoke to my pussy, "Shaara shomoye khai khai korlay cholay?" ("Forever being greedy. Please can I have some more?? No. You can't want more all the time??")

Then he turned up his face to look at me and asked, "Ke ray. Ektu tor ayee clit taa kay chaatbo naa kee?" ("Would you like me to flick that clit of you're a few times?")

I shook my head to say, "No."

He firmly held my ankles and parted them a little and then with his left hand parted my pussy lips and ran his tongue over my slit a few times.

This was incredibly pleasurable. I squealed, "Please. Please koreesh naa. Annnn." ("Please. Please don't. Stop.") While saying that I ran my fingers through his hairs on his head and threw my head back with pleasure. He slowly swirled his tongue around my clit a few times and then started to buzz my clit with his tongue with small and quick flicks.

Within seconds his tongue flicking my very sensitive clit became nearly unbearable with pleasure. I doubled over his head and pleaded, "Please. Nnnnn. Sssss. Stop. Stop." 

He understood that I at least half meant it. He stopped and asked, "Why? Is that done?"

Shudders passed through my body and my sphincter muscles exploded into a series of tightening and loosening.

He then lifted me off the table and put me down and said, "You better go for your bath."

Which I did. I had t take a lot of time removing the butter all over my specials.

When I finished I wanted to come out covered. So I called for him with my wrist peeping out from the shut door and asked him to pass me the lungee and one of his tee shirts.

When he came to pass me these, he held my wrist and said, "Why are you being so shy?? Your body is no stranger to me!!! Come. Let me see."

I pulled my hand back and said, "Naughty boy. Always wanting to see me naked." I had to maneuver a lot to wear these clothes inside that small and wet bathroom. Somehow I got into the clothes and walked out.

As I walked out, he looked up at me and smiled and said, "You are looking very alluring."

"Shhhhhh. Just go in for your bath. You have had nothing after breakfast, just because you wanted to be very naughty."

I must have sounded wifey. He said, "Okay. Okay. I will go in and have my bath. But, why are you keen that I eat something only? What about you?"

"So that you don't get famished. That is why. Okay. Now let me whip up some food for us to eat to be able to retire for the night."

He walked into the bathroom and commenced his bath and I went into the kitchen to warm up some food and to try and get something enough for the night. Actually, I did not want him to go out fishing for food.

In ten minutes I had conjured up some measly food in quantity, I also could hear Mintu out of the bathroom whistling a maddeningly tuneless tune. Soon he emerged from the bed room. He was bare topped and he had wrapped my saree around his torso and tied it into a knot in front of him. He then walked into the kitchenette and peeked into the food I had put together, and commented, "That looks good."

"What looks good?"

"Both. The food and your free and bouncing boobs!!!" and he grinned.

"Naughty boy. Always ogling at my errr...... assets."

"Darling, if I want I will take those assets and more whenever I feel like. I don't need to ogle them. They are mine. Not yours. You are only carrying them on your body."

I knew what he meant. I ignored that statement and proceeded to act almost like wife, laying out the food, pouring out the water etc and then calling out, "Khaabaar deya hoyechchey." ("Food has been served.")

We quickly finished our make shift meal and washed to the dishes together.

He decided to clean up the bed that had seen so much of action earlier. He also put the furniture in place, opened the windows and let in some fresh air. We sat together in the small balcony and savored the industrial smell of Kolkata and the infernal noise from the heavy traffic.

We did small talk and chatted about everything under the moon and simply relaxed together, like any regular couple.

It wasn't too long, when the traffic noise had died down and all lights in the nearby flats had also been turned down. I checked the time. It was 10.30 PM. 

The conversation reached how I was going to go back home and how, Mintu's visit to Kolkata could not remain secret. And thus the need for a more devious plan. Mintu was a little concerned for me. Then I told him my detailed plan, "Tomorrow forenoon, you leave from here and go to our home. My Mother would immediately tell you that I am off to my friend's house. Then you suggest to my Mother that I be called back. No fun without your sister around. Then I will get a call and the car will be sent. I will return."

Mintu was amazed, and said, "You are a devious bitch. I would have never thought of such an elaborate plan. You really wanted to be with me. Didn't you?"

"Yes. Also, I wanted to get fucked."

MIntu was amazed at my strong libido and said, "God. You are a horny woman. Aren't you?"

I nodded. Mintu asked me, "Is there any position you fancy getting fucked?"

I was surprised at the directness of the question. I answered, "No. None."

I asked him back, "And you? Do you fancy any special method?"

"Actually, I had something in mind for you. But I am debating whether I should try it. May be you will get very put off and then may be you will refuse to come to bed with me. Now that would be intolerable for me. Best avoided, isn't it?" he said.

I looked at him and said, "Mintu. I am yours. You can do what you like. In the true Vaishnav philosophy, even if you slit my throat and kill me, I will take it to be an act of love from you. So, just go ahead and do what you wanted to do. Don't worry about me. I am and will be yours only. Besides tonight is the last night of long love. From tomorrow I can only think of what we would do together when we met. And at best, if I am home and you are there, you will catch me and take me into the bathroom and kiss me quickly and caress my breasts while appreciating my saree!!"

Mintu hummed and hawed for a while and then broke his plan to me. (It is better is describe what happened than write his conversation.) I was amazed!!! What has he been thinking of doing with me? And for how long??

He added, "I am aware that you need to go back. And I need to report at your home to avoid some serious security breach and our getting caught!! But, I hate the idea that, my being at IIT and your being in Kolkata would keep us apart. And that I will not able to touch you, feel you, talk to you and make love to you for, may be months at a stretch."

I did not answer. Hr went on and added, "I have to make up for time that will be lost. Like studies. When I play too much, I have to make up for lost time through harder work!!"

He kissed me several times all over my eyes and my face and lips and then added, "I will make love to you tonight. All night!! I won't let you sleep. Is that okay with you?"

I answered positively, "I too hate the idea that we have to be apart from each other. I too want to make love to you, all the time."

While all this talk was going on, I could feel my pussy juices welling up in my crack and I was getting a little uncomfortable. I wanted to go to the bathroom and pee and also clean myself.

When I got up to go into the bathroom to pee, he grabbed my wrist and said, "No. No peeing right now. I want the pressure to build up. That way you will be trying to stop pee from creeping out under the pressure and your muscles will hold your pussy tighter onto my cock."

In fact he got up and got me a jug of water and asked me to start drinking the water. I was thirsty anyway. So I drank two glasses of water. But that did not deter him from asking me to drink more. 

I left my pleasurable fate to Mintu and drank more and more water.




The Second Day



In the cool damp atmosphere outside in the balcony, slowly my bladder filled up and I could feel the real urge to go inside and pee.

When I could not take it any more, I told Mintu, "Darling, I need to really go to the bathroom now."

His eyes gleamed. He said, "Well, I won't let you go into the bathroom."

He helped me off the rickety chair and we went inside the room. He shut the door behind him. He then shut all windows and then searched my bag of clothes and then he took out two of my crumpled sarees and placed them below the bed such that two ends of the saree were out from below, one saree near the head post and the other near the foot post.

When I saw his detailed planning I understood that his verbal announcement of his plan for the night was about to be executed by an engineer from IIT. Meticulous planning with precision of action.

I was getting excited by the minute at the prospect of the domination that he wanted to carry out tonight.

When his preparation was over, he came near me and said, "Khuku. Come here. I want to kiss you and make you completely naked." ("Khuku. Ayey. Tokay choomoo khetey khetey poorow pooree nangto koray dee.")

He stood up and assisted me stand up too. And he started to kiss me hungrily all over my face and on my mouth and eyes. There was an uncertain urgency in his kisses. As he kissed he ran his palms softly over my back and caressed my buttocks.

I responded with kissing him as well. I too ran my hands over his back and over his buttocks.

His kisses became more and more passionate. He prized open my mouth and slid his tongue inside my mouth and started sucking my mouth. My excitement was like it was the first time I had sex with him and my tongue went into his mouth much against my will to hold back and let me take me.

His kisses now started sliding down to my neck and to my shoulders.

As he tried to kiss me on my chest, the tee shirt came in the way. He said, "Take this off," and slowly peeled off the tee shirt from my top.

I lifted my hands to help slip off my tee shirt. When my hands were up and my face hidden under the raised tee shirt, he stopped and wrapped his hands around my waist and kissed my nipples one by one.

I felt that electric shock that I always feel when I am getting hot and want to do it.

Mintu kissed my breasts repeatedly all over and sucked each of my nipples one by one.

I was hot and knew that he wanted to take me the way he liked. Yet I suggested, "Take the tee shirt off completely and take me fully,"

He took off my tee shirt. I was completely naked waist upwards. I was trembling with anticipation. 

As the tee shirt came off, Mintu steered me to the edge of the bed and made me sit down, and said, "Toar dootow maaee chooshbo and chaatbo". ("I will now suck and lick your two boobs.")

I realized that he was really hot. He was not wearing any underwear. His cock was up in its full regalia and could be seen throbbing from over the saree which was doubling as a lungee. I slowly lowerd my hands and caressed that cock of his. He loved it and asked, "You want it?"

"Yes. Very badly."

He answered, "Hmmmmm."

He went about kissing me all over my torso with special care to my boobs.

He was standing in front of me now. I slowly slid his lungee apart and touched his cock. It was warm and throbbing. I could not help it. I wrapped my right palm around it and pulled it out from below the folds of the lungee. I lowered my face and kissed its bulbous tip.

He asked, "Kee ray. Aaamar baada chooshbee na kee?" ("You want to suck my cock?")

I did not answer. I simply undid the lungee knot and let it fall. Mintu was completely naked in front of me. I continued to hold his cock with my right palm and with my left palm cupped his two balls and slowly lowered my puckered mouth and slowly took his cock into my mouth.

His pre cum had that pungent smell of raw sex. I tasted that deeply salty pre cum and slowly ran my tongue all over his cock tip inside my mouth.

Mintu hissed with pleasure as I sucked his cock and licked it and rolled my mouth from side to side.

I strated to pump his cock with my mouth. Once as his cock slid out of my mouth, I quickly said, "Aaamaar maaee tayp." (Squeeze my boobs.")

He slid his hands around my boobs from my back as I leant and sucked his cock and caressed his balls.

Then I started to fuck his cock with my mouth. In – out. In – out. In – out. In – out. In – out. 

He made noises that made me know, he was loving it.

But I wanted his load inside my pussy and not my mouth and stopped and gasped for breath and said, "Toar semen amaar gooday day." ("Give me your semen inside my pussy.")

Mintu pulled me up to stand in front of him. He said, "Toar lungee ta khulay daye." ("Take off your lungee.")

I stood still when he fumbled with the lungee knot and looked on to see what I looked like as the lungee fell and I became completely naked in front of him.

In seconds the lungee fell down. I felt a rush of blood through my entire body and my pussy felt warm. My head swam for a few seconds. On one front I felt like covering my pussy with my palms in modesty. On the other, I wanted to be wanton and help him take me strongly.

He stepped back and had one good look at my entire naked body, with special care of my totally bald pussy.

He scooped me into his arms and placed me on the bed. And then he picked up the saree he had placed below the bed on the head board side and started to tie my wrist one by one above my head. He said, "Toar haath dootow bendhay toar maaee teepbo aar goooodey choomoo khabo." ("I am tying your hands up to kiss you on your boobs, squeeze your boobs and kiss your pussy.")

I was turning mad with desire. 

Slowly he started to caresses my boobs with his finger tips and started to kiss my boobs one by one. 

As his kisses on my boobs became more urgent, his finger tips moved to my crotch. It ran over my slit and teased my pussy.

I hissed, "Paa phaank koray, aamaar gooday aangul day." ("Spread my pussy lips and finger me.")

He did not do as I asked. As I simpered with excitement, he shifted his position and started to slowly kiss my pussy lips from over. While his palms started to slowly squeeze by boobs and pinch my nipples one by one.

Then he changed gears and said, "Toar haath baandha aachchey. Aibaar toar paa jowr koray phaank koraay, toar goooodtakay chaatbo." (Your hands are tied. Now I will spread your legs with force and I will now lick your clit.")

I was turning mad with desire and the urgency was growing. He wanted to dominate my sex with his power. He then knelt between my slightly open legs and slowly wrapped his hands below my buttocks and lifted my buttocks high till his mouth with my two legs dangling over his shoulders.

I cried out with pain (in my twisted back) and said, "Aaaah Keee hochchey taa kee?" ("What are you up to?")

He did not answer. His tongue went into action. My hands tied above my head and my buttocks raised up opened my slit wide open. He swirled my clit with his tongue and started to flick the clit.

I was screaming with shocks of pleasure passing down from my crotch all the way into my brain.

"Aaaaaeeeee. Oooooh. St-o-o-o-o-p it. Oooooh Maaa."

It did not take more than two minutes for a large orgasm to hit me. I shuddered and writhed with pleasure as he continued to play with my clit. 

I screamed, "Please st-o-o-o-op. Please." 

He just went on.

I had shudder after shudder passing through me. My body twisted and turned from side to side and I was mouthing obscenities, "Aaamaky chod. Please aamaamakay chod." ("Fuck me. Please fuck me.")

I had sweat pouring down my flanks. He then placed me back on the bed. 

He then leant over me and kissed me on my quivering mouth. While doing that he released my wrists from the saree that was tied on them.

He then caught the same saree ends and lifted my knees up and wrapped the saree end on each of my knees. He the tide knots over the knees.

I softly asked, "Kee hochchey taa kee?" ("What are you up to?")

When the knees were tide in the frog position, he then picked up the saree that had been place near the foot board side and tied the knee points and started to force them apart.

He answered my query and said, "Toar dootow paa phaank koray uporay koray bendhay choooodbo." ("I am tying your legs so that they are far apart and they are up in the air. Then I will fuck you.")

He then knelt between my legs and commanded me, "Take this cock in your hands and get yourself fucked." ("Nay ayee baada ta kay dhoray neejakay chudiye nay.")

I lowered my hands and held his cock with my right hand and parted my pussy lips with my left hand fingers and pulled his cock closer to the mouth of my pussy.

He rested his hands on both my sides and lowered his cock onto my open mouthed pussy. As the tip of his cock touched, I hissed, "Joray dhukiye dey." ("Shove it in. Fuck me.")

He gave one strong lunge inside and the whole cock got deeply embedded inside my cunt.

He cried out with pleasure and I gasped at the quick and powerful entry into my womanhood.

Then his loins broke out into a strong and powerful stroke after stroke. Some long. Some slow, some rotating and some deep inside.

I was screaming with pleasure, "Aaaah. Oooooh. Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Nnnn."

My wailing excited him and he started ramming his cock in and out of my cunt. He was now into a fast tempo, sinking his prick fully in and taking it almost out. I was experiencing rapid and thorough fucking. I wanted to lift my buttocks to meet his strokes when he thrust into me. But I was tied up. 

Soon I was in throes of orgasm after orgasm and continuously wailing, " Aahh OOOHnn UGGHH UUNHGG AARRRGG OOHhh UUNNUUHRGG OOHHHH". 

His balls were slapping my ass with each stroke. PHUUTH, PHUUTH, PHUUTH, PHUUTH, Mintu went on and on. When he was about to explode, he put his full weight on me and ejaculated deep inside me. I almost felt as if his semen would come out of my mouth.

He lay on top me of me for a while. Then he then withdrew his limp prick and immediately got into taking off my restraints.

As the restraints came off, I slowly lowered my knees and tried to relax my muscles. I could see that his limp cock was still jerking up and own. I could make out that Mintu hadn't got through as yet and wanted more.

I too wanted that he take me again, no matter how inventive he was about ways to fuck me. As he went about releasing me I caressed his cock and played with it, pulling his foreskin back and forth. 

Quickly Mintu's cock became erect again.

Mintu then said, "Owth. Tokay eibaarey kookoorer moton choodbo." ("Get up, I will now fuck you doggy style.")

He made get onto all my fours on the floor and placed his prick into my now gaping cunt. He proceeded to fuck me from behind, slapping my buttocks as he went on and on. I loved it. The slapping of her buttocks along with being rammed in and out got me another series of orgasms and my knees turned to jelly and as he came, I collapsed on the floor. My thighs and legs were quivering. But Mintu? He had not come. So soon after his last fuck, his dick was not about to come!!!

A little later, Mintu tried to make me stand up but I could not do so without his support. Having come so many times I felt very weak. My body was covered with sweat, both mine and Mintu's. 

My eyes had a glazed look about them and my knees were weak and shaking. 

As Mintu stood there and I stood wobbly on my feet, Mintu lifted me up and placed me on the table. He then pushed my hands to hold me from falling backwards and then proceeded to lift my legs over his shoulders and positioned his prick at my gaping cunt hole. With a grunt he pushed his prick deep inside with a hard thrust. " AARGHH, UUUHHGGH, AARRGGHH, UNNGGRRHH" I wailed as he began furiously to pump me with his cock. He had penetrated deep inside me in this position and was banging away. 

After may be 30 – 40 strokes, may be he got bored with this position. He pulled his cock out and he lifted me up by my waist and made me squat on the floor while he lay on the floor and made me sit on his prick. I started gurgling as his massive cock stretched and filled my cunt walls again. 

I was now being bobbed up and down fast by Mintu and started wailing, feeling another orgasm approaching, "UURRNGH AARRGGHN RAJAAAA OOOUUIIII MAAAA". And he was thrusting up and squeezing my boobs all the while.

He kept calling my name, "Khuku. Darling Khuku." And then he came.

And did he come. "Aaaaargh. Ooooh. Khuku. Aaaaah. I love you Khuku."

I fell on top of him and lay there clasped in silence with our sweat mingling and shudder after shudder passing through our bodies. We hade disengaged from the furious fucking.

After about an hour of sleeping on the floor on top of Mintu, I woke up first and woke him up and suggested we lay down in the bed.

He and I staggered to the bed and looked at the clock. It was 4 in the morning.

We slept and slept.

When we woke up, it was 9 AM already.

As we lay awake in the morning, I felt sore between my things. But what sweet soreness was it! I would give anything to be sorer. But I would not give up having incest with my cousin.

After all he had made a woman out of me. He had made me understand the true meaning of carnal pleasure.

We lay together will almost 11 AM.

We chatted about what we had to do to maintain our relationship and yet go back to my house like two good siblings.

He suggested that I visit him in IIT Kharagpur during the Spring Festival and stay in his hostel room. Girls were allowed in the boys' hostel rooms.

He asked me to remain stark naked till he left so that he could see me as I am. He got ready first. Then he kissed me one by one on my forehead, eyes, lips, ears, neck, boobs, nipples, navel and then on my pussy with a final flick to my clit.

He then said, "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."

I just said, "You are an insatiable imp."

The door clicked shut.



The Second Door



"There he is." I thought, as I walked into the room where an informal reception was being held. "Damn, Damn, Damn..." kept running through my mind as I saw him standing in the center. "You are not attracted to him, he is your friend, you have a boyfriend." I repeated the mantra to myself as he abruptly ended his conversation and started walking towards me and I found myself taking the steps to meet him halfway. 

I've known Tom for a few weeks, we had become good friends on this trip and had clearly established the boundaries of our friendship; we had taken a road trip and hung out without any problems, what the hell had changed? I hadn't seen him the entire weekend, and yet I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him and seeing him standing there had made my stomach drop. I knew the feeling was mutual, I could see it in his eyes as he walked forward and reached down to hug me hello. I could feel his muscles tense as I put my arms around his waist and he pressed me closer to him so that my head was pressed against his chest. This was not our first hug, but it was unlike any that had passed between us. For the first time I was aware of his swimmer's body and found myself wanting to trace all the contours of his muscles. 

We were in the middle of a crowded room, we had to separate quickly, but as we ended the hug he let his hands slide across my shoulders in a subtle caress. We stepped back and tried to pretend that nothing had happened, that neither of us had felt the spark and the reluctance to let go. We were friends and simply hadn't seen each other in a while. That was it. We exchanged stories and caught up on the latest gossip. I don't even remember what was said, I couldn't really think straight. We stood there talking and it was undeniable that there was electricity between us, it felt like the whole room was watching us and just waiting for the sparks to fly. Neither of us knew how to handle it, the things we were saying didn't matter and we couldn't say what was really on our minds, so we both found a way to extract ourselves from the conversation and hastily moved away from the center of the room.

I found myself in a conversation with a group of other women, and the topic was safe clothes and shoes. I'd worn one of my favorite casual outfits, a black tube top with a short denim skirt and a new five inch pair of heels. How I could walk in those shoes was a favorite topic of conversation amongst this group and we'd been down this road many times, I gave the same responses I always did and wondered why it was such a big deal; I was simply more comfortable in heels because I'd worn them so long. As the conversation drifted around shoes I found myself looking around the room pretending I was just studying the crowd when Tom suddenly appeared by my side and put his hand around my small waist leaning down to whisper in my ear, "You look amazing, those heels make your legs look miles long." 

I must've blushed as I thanked him, we'd never exchanged serious compliments, we were buddies damn it! I didn't know what to say next but I was spared as someone called me from across the room and I got engaged in another conversation. He let his hand linger on my waist as I pulled away to join the others and I could feel him watching me walk across the room.

The reception was winding down and I was grateful for the opportunity to get out of the room, someone shouted the name of a nearby bar and we all agreed to walk there. The one problem with heels, however, is that I rarely can keep pace with the group and it's common for me to lag behind everyone. I don't mind, and my friends usually slow down and walk with me. Today was no different, except that it was Tom who slowed down and kept me company. We walked companionably in silence for a block until the rest of the group was far enough ahead to not hear us. 

"I missed you this weekend, what are we going to do about this?" Tom asked, clearly referring to the dilemma of our attraction.

"I don't know, I've been trying to deny it." Was my brilliant reply as I stumbled across some cobblestones forcing Tom to grab my arm. So much for always being able to walk in heels, I thought.

"I'm really attracted to you." Tom stated.

"You know how I feel about you, Tom, but I don't know what I'm supposed to do." I hedged as we got to the bar.

This was our normal hang out so it was not surprising to see everybody at the bar, even those who hadn't made the reception. What was surprising was how crowded the bar was and how stifling it was inside. I found my girls and made my way over to sit next to them, I needed to escape Tom and my feelings for him. I sat down and ordered a Long Island and tried to join the conversation, but my heart wasn't into it... I kept scanning the bar to see where he was and whether he was looking for me. We kept making eye contact but both of us knew it was better not to approach the other. I was grateful when the girls decided to go smoke, I went with them to get fresh air and found the object of my evasion standing outside with the boys. I stayed in conversation with the girls and he stayed talking with the boys, both of us were completely aware of the other; knowing each other's exact relative position. One by one, our friends started streaming inside, I couldn't face the atmosphere inside and I lingered outside with the smokers, as did Tom even though neither of us smoked. Finally the inevitable happened, we were left outside by ourselves. 

"What are you drinking?" He asked.

"Long Island." I replied, as he raised his eyebrows and smirked. 

"That sounds good; I think I'll get one." He said and went inside while I stayed outside; I knew he'd come back out. Long Island Iced Tea was our drink of choice on the road trip. We had gone on the trip with two other guys, and all pitched in for the car, the room, the gas, etc. We'd stayed out all night drinking and dancing coming back to our communal room at 6am. That night was one of the most amazing I'd had, I don't normally drink that much, or dance for that matter; but Tom had me on the dance floor until I thought I would drop! I don't know what made me order it, I don't usually drink it but he chose to read all kinds of things into it, and maybe I wanted him to. 

He came back out holding his drink and still smirking, "It's really hot in there, wanna go closer to the river?"

The river was just across the street and I agreed thinking it may not be a great idea to tempt fate but I figured what's the harm, and we definitely needed to talk. We strolled across the street and sat down on the railing of the bridge, just sipping our drinks and watching the water. He was a ball of unleashed energy, standing up in front of me, and I felt the butterflies flutter in my stomach.

"I like you. You are the most amazing woman I've met. When you stood up the first day at orientation, I knew you were a woman. Every guy in that room was talking about you and how good you looked; we took a vote." Tom said and gently put his hand on my naked knee. 

I avoided his gaze but picked his hand up and held it. It felt wrong to let him touch me, but I couldn't let him go. "You know I'm attracted to you, but I have a boyfriend and I won't do anything to compromise that relationship and lose his trust. I love him and even though I don't know what's going on here with us, I won't be that girl. I won't cheat on him, I can't." I said and finally looked up at him.

"Stop analyzing, just enjoy the moment. There's nobody here, nobody has to know. Just relax, don't think about the future. Live in the moment. I like you, you like me; there is nothing else in this moment." Tom said to me and put his hands on my shoulders.

I leaned my head towards him so that it was resting on his chest, the pull towards him and between us was magnetic but it was a sign of contrition as I told him, "I can't think about just this moment. It will be over and the universe will come back, and I'll have to face the consequences of whatever happens. I want to be able to look my boyfriend in the eye when I see him, and I want to be able to look in the mirror at myself without feeling guilt."

"Why are you out here?" He asked me. "If you're not interested, why are you out here with me? Why am I out here with you? There are other girls out there who are interested, why am I still out here with you? Why am I still attracted to you?" He continued while pressing me closer and rubbing my back, as if to soften his words and tell me they were said in frustration, not in an attempt to hurt. 

I knew if I raised my head he would kiss me, and I could say that it didn't count because he initiated it. But I chose not to raise my head; instead I turned it to the side as I felt his arms around me and his abs were pressed against my cheek. I could feel him lower his head to kiss and smell my hair.

"I don't know. I don't know why I'm here." I said and put my arms on his sides as if to push him away. I could feel his muscles and ribs, and I didn't want to stop touching them and put my hands down. "Maybe I shouldn't be here, in fact I probably shouldn't, but I can't help it. I really like you and I thought we were friends, and I thought we could stay friends. We were fine, what happened, where did we go wrong? I thought the boundaries were all set, you knew I had a boyfriend, and I thought you wanted to get back with your ex. We weren't supposed to be attracted to each other! I won't sleep with you. Maybe it's better if we weren't friends, pretend that the other doesn't exist?"

He pressed me closer and held on to me tightly. "Look nothing really matters, you're over-thinking everything. Nothing has to happen, let's just enjoy the night and have fun, can we do that?"

"Just have fun?" I asked, not certain of what he meant but hopeful that we could salvage our friendship, "Do you want to go back to the bar?"

He agreed and we headed back, only to find the bar was closed and all our friends gone. "How long were we out there?" I asked rhetorically as we automatically headed back to our homes. We lived off the same square, and Tom was a great guy always making sure that there was someone to walk me home; on the few nights that our groups had separated he'd called to make sure I'd gotten in safely. Our walk was quiet, there was not much to say, we'd agreed to just have fun, but what that meant to each of us was something that remained unexplored, until we got to my door.

"Thanks for walking me home, Tom, I'll see you tomorrow OK? I'm really glad we talked and tried to sort this out." I said as I started unlocking the first of two doors to get into my building. At the same moment a group of noisy people started walking by and decided to pause right outside my building. 

"Let's step inside." Tom suggested, and I let him in through the first door. We stood in the vestibule and hugged good night. It was the kind of hug that just lingers and has no end. My arms were around his sides and his were around my shoulders. 

He felt so good at that moment; I couldn't resist raising my head to look at him. His eyes were full of lust as he whispered, "You're so beautiful; you're killing me." I was looking at him, trapped in his gaze, wanting to feel him, to kiss him as he lowered his head and made contact with my lips. I was lost, I didn't want to pull back and I didn't have the willpower to try. I'd been denying this for weeks, and I was tired, this was what I wanted. To feel him, to feel his hands on me, to feel his lips brush against mine. 

He moved his right hand to the nape of my neck and angled my head so that our lips met more fully. He used his left hand to press my waist closer to him, and my arms tightened around him. His kisses were becoming more urgent, and insistent, as his hand left my waist to caress my back. He was so gentle, and yet so persuasive my mouth opened to him of its own volition. He groaned as my mouth invited his tongue inside and my arms started to explore the planes of his back.

He pushed me against the second door, and continued his onslaught of my mouth. We fell through the door together and he picked me up to carry me inside the elevator. Soon we were inside my efficiency standing there just kissing, as fevered as we were, he seemed in no rush to go further and I realized that he was waiting for my to take the initiative. Ever the gentleman, I understood that he wanted me to make the decision and not be a passive participant.

I took his hands in mine and gently tugged at him to walk towards the center of my room. There was no mistaking my decisiveness, as the only place to go was the bed. I slid my hands back to his sides as we continued exploring each other's mouths and bodies. 

He slid his hands across my bare shoulders causing me to purr my response in his mouth, and suck on his tongue in appreciation. I wanted to feel his chest, his shoulders; explore them, kiss them and finally feel them pressing against my naked body. I reached for the top button of his shirt and confidently undid all the buttons, finally tugging the sleeves off. I brushed my hands lightly across his chest, and tore my mouth off his to taste his naked skin. He was tanned, and toned, and I pressed my lips to his collarbone, flicking my tongue out to trace the muscled indentations. Suddenly I heard a growl and found myself lying on my back in bed. 

He had my clothes off in seconds with my arms pinned to my sides as he started exploring my body. He was back to kissing my neck, sucking on an especially sensitive spot behind my ear and causing me to moan. I wanted to press his chest closer, and kiss him back, but he was having none of it. He let me make the decision to go further and now he was in charge. He kept kissing my neck and started to trail his kisses down to the valley between my breasts. My eyes were closed and my head was tilted back in delight, when he stopped. He took my arms and brought them above my head, holding them with his left hand and cupping my face with his right. 

"Look at me." He demanded, as he brought his face level to mine.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. His eyes were looking deep into mine as he pressed our lips together then moved his face back an inch. He maintained eye contact as he moved his right hand lower to caress my breast, watching my face as I struggled to focus on him and not close my eyes again. He let his thumb graze over my nipple, causing it to stand up higher. Slowly he moved his head down to my breast, still never letting his eyes leave mine, as his lips closed around my nipple causing my body to arch and meet his hand and mouth. 

He brought his other hand down and started playing with both my breasts as he alternated sucking on each. I couldn't take it anymore and struggled to reach him to kiss him back. I still wanted my chance to explore his body, and this time he didn't stop me as I rubbed and caressed him. Allowing my hands, lips, and tongue to learn the texture of him; the taste of his skin; and the smell of his cologne. 

He was still wearing his pants, so I reached out and undid his belt. He watched my hands as I unclasped the button and pulled down the zipper and then his pants; leaving him only in his boxers. He was clearly erect and I couldn't resist running my hand lightly over his hardness. I looked up at him as I reached my hand inside his waistband to feel his length, skimming my fingers down his shaft to caress his balls before wrapping them around his dick. 

He stilled completely and I used the opportunity to slide his boxers down his legs. Still looking him in the eye, I licked my lips and took him in my mouth. I slid my mouth and hand simultaneously down to his balls, while running my tongue gently around his cockhead. He threw his head back and groaned in response to my ministrations, but I was not going to ease up. I continued my movements, adding a twisting motion with my hand that added an entirely new dimension to his pleasure. 

Without saying a word, he pushed my away and in one fluid movement tore my thong down my body. He pushed my thighs apart and kneeled down between my legs. I felt so open and vulnerable as he lowered his head and started kissing my thighs. He tongued and kissed his way up and down both thighs until I was writhing in anticipation of feeling his tongue on my clit. My senses were overwrought as he took his forefinger and gently slipped it between my labia just lightly enough to tease my senses. I gasped and my hips arched to get more contact from him, but he was anticipating my move and withdrew his hand completely. 

"You're so wet, I can't wait to feel you around me," He whispered as he licked his finger and started tracing the path his finger had taken with his tongue. Around my clit, and back down several times, until he started focusing his attention exclusively where I wanted it most. 

"Oh god, that feels so good," I half-moaned half-whispered, "You're going to make me come! I want to feel you inside me!" I managed to gasp out. 

He glanced up at my to make sure I knew he was listening, but didn't stop what he was doing. Instead, he simply sucked harder on my clit letting his tongue tease it in a way that was driving me crazy. My body was arching and winding tighter as he continued his assault, I couldn't hold still and wanted him in me. He could tell I was getting close, my body was tensing and I was moaning non-stop. He pushed a finger inside of me, and when I gasped for more wanting his cock, he added another finger and stroked the flesh inside until he found my g-spot. That was more than my senses could take, and I screamed as my body bowed and arched in orgasm. My muscles were contracting and yet, he wasn't stopping, he lifted his face to watch me and let his thumb stroke my clit through the aftershocks. 

As my body started calming down, I reached and pulled him to my, kissing him and holding him tight. "That was amazing, I've haven't come like that in a long time." I told him between breaths and kisses. 

He grinned, and said, "We'll see what we can do about that," and continued to kiss me. 

I was not one to lay back and relax, and reached down to take matters in my own hands. Wedging my hand between us, I found him still hard and ready to go. I tilted my hips and used my thighs to press him closer to me. 

He lifted himself up on his elbows and watched my face as I guided his cock to the entrance of my body. I was wet and ready for him, and he slipped inside of me with only a little resistance causing us both to sigh in pleasure. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, expecting him to thrust himself all the way inside of me. He surprised me and pulled back instead, eliciting a whimper from me. 

"Don't worry darling, I'm coming back." He whispered in my ear, and slowly glided back inside. Nearly entering halfway before withdrawing. I tried to pin him in place, and force him to fill me completely, but he had his own plan. He kept me guessing, and teasing both our senses for what felt like hours. Every time I thought he would finally be all the way in me, he would pull back. 

"You are so tight, you feel so good around my cock." He said through clenched teeth.

My breathing was ragged, and I was gasping for breath. I was trying to hold onto him and make him join with me completely, but he was intent on his task. His breath was steady and he seemed fully in control of his senses, body, and timing. I was clawing at him, moaning, and writhing underneath him.

"God damn it, fuck me hard! I want you inside of me all the way! Please!" I almost sobbed in frustration. 

He stopped what he was doing and looked down at me telling me to be patient and kissing me gently. He slid out of me almost completely then, and I whispered, "Give it to me." He gazed at me intently with a wolfish grin, and I felt him shift his weight and wrap his arms around my body. "Yessss!" I moaned in anticipation. And he entered me with a series of shallow thrusts that left me breathless and sobbing with incompletion. I was mindless with need, wanting him to fill me completely and come with him inside of me. I managed to plead with him as he kept thrusting inside of me. "I want to come, make me come, please – I can't take it anymore!" And finally, he pushed himself all the way inside, forcing my needy flesh yield to him and hitting my cervix. 




The Second Door



I came apart at that moment, having him fill me completely was more than I could take. He held me tight through my orgasm, but didn't stop his onslaught. 

"That's right baby, come for me." He said, as he increased his pace and sent me over the edge. I was moaning and screaming alternately. "How about one more time?" He said rhetorically as he pulled all the way out of me and thrust back inside angling for my g-spot and using his thumb to stroke my clit. My body tensed one more time, and convulsed uncontrollably around him. I let out a prolonged moan as the most intense orgasm yet hit my body. He held himself firmly against me as my orgasm waned and my pussy spasmed around his cock.

"Oh God!" I gasped and looked at him with awe. I was feeling contented and lethargic, but knew he hadn't come yet and wanted to please him and make him lose his self-control, as he'd forced me to lose mine. Kissing him on his lips and pushing at his shoulders until he understood that I wanted him on his back, he flipped us over and I wound up sitting astride him. 

I started moving slowly against him. Rocking my body back and forth to gauge his sensitivity and likes. I didn't play the same teasing game he played with me; there would be plenty of time for that later. I lowered myself up and down on his shaft, rolling my hips back and forth on each stroke to make him feel friction from every side of my body. I kept the pace slow at first, watching his eyes, his face until his eyes started glazing over; then I increased the pace just a bit. 

"Ride me." He grunted in command, placing his hands on my hips and forcing me to go faster and harder. I was all too happy to oblige, needing to feel him come inside of me. He was forcing me back and forth and up and down, hitting all the right angles making my moan again. I was grinding my clit against his pelvis, I loved this position and how deep he was inside of me. 

He loved watching me when I was on top, enjoying his body and the way I took control. Flipping me over onto my back unexpectedly, he took my arms and placed them on the headboard while raising me up on my knees. He could penetrate me the farthest from this angle and this position gave him the greatest control, but it had one added benefit I thought as he reached his hand around my body to find my clit again. 

He started thrusting harder and faster into me, causing me to gasp. His fingers were toying with my sensitive clit and his other hand had a firm grip on my hips. He could feel me getting wetter and could tell that I was getting ready to come again. I was pushing back against him every time he hit my cervix and after indulging me so many times, he was ready to come. 

"I want to come so deep inside you. Come with me." He encouraged me as he felt my muscles starting to tighten around him again. "That's it, come for me." He groaned, as my back started to arch and I started to moan telling him that I was so close. The sensation of my pussy, the angle, my moans were all getting to him; his balls were tightening and he knew he was going to come. He grabbed my hips, and starting thrusting into me with everything he had. I was screaming from the intensity of the pleasure, and my body tensed as he made sure to hit my g-spot on every stroke. 

He felt my whole body tense, and knew I was ready. He pulled back, and after a short series of shallow thrusts, plunged back inside me causing us both to fall over the edge. My body started contracting around him and milking his cock as he erupted inside me. Feeling his cock pulsing within the depths of my body triggered a series of intense convulsions that made me moan and collapse, my body turning to jelly underneath him. He caught my hips as I started falling, and threw his head back and groaned as his balls finished emptying into my depths. 

I snapped back to reality and the vestibule as he put his head on top of mine and in that moment I knew that there was no way I could be friends with him. It was one thing to imagine and consider my options, but he still wanted to go further; I could feel friendship was not enough. I thought we could be friends but at that moment I knew that our definitions and expectations were different.

"I should go." I told him and could feel his posture change. I knew then that I was right, no matter what he said he still wanted more than just having fun, he wanted to be more then friends and he wanted to come upstairs, anything less was not worth his time to pursue. I felt so naive for believing that we could continue to be friends and I looked up at him. His jaw was clenched but he was respecting my decision. I didn't want to let him go, and he didn't want to let me go either, but I knew then that it was only a matter of time. He wanted more, and I started to doubt my ability to withstand the temptation for a prolonged amount of time. "Maybe it is better if we weren't friends." I said. "This is too difficult, it hurts too much to be around you and it just feels like torture when we're together."

He agreed with me, he didn't even try to argue but the look in his eyes said enough. Ultimately my friendship isn't what he was seeking and it took me too long to realize that. I saw him several more times and it was one of the most difficult experiences I've faced. Strange how a brief friendship could have such a significant impact on my life. It was like losing a best friend, or a beak up but with the added touch of seeing that person every day and at every social function. Trying to keep up the pretense that everything is fine, when everyone can tell that we aren't speaking and that our relationship is completely the opposite from what it started. We went from laughing non-stop, to not being able to sit near each other or even make eye contact. 

I felt so alienated from the rest of the group. I knew there was plenty of speculation about what went on between us, a few of our friends hinted at it and even asked but I think people just kept thinking whatever they wanted to. I'd spent most of the trip hanging out with Tom and the boys, I'd disappeared that night at the bar; the evidence seemed to speak for itself, I couldn't blame them for assuming what I would have if I was in their shoes. 

The worst was when we ran into each other at a club, he was there with his boys and I was there with my girls. Everyone was drinking so heavily that night, emotions were high because it was our last night together as a group before people started leaving. We were all dancing together except him; he stood on the fringe of the crowd just watching with his jaw clenched. 

He looked amazing that night, and it killed me that we couldn't repeat the road trip and just have fun dancing all night. He was wearing jeans and a sports coat, and towered over all the other men there. He had presence and I wasn't the only woman watching him that night. I so wanted him to come up to me and dance with me for old time's sake, and I was so frustrated that he wouldn't. I danced with all the boys in our group that night, even his boys, knowing he was watching. I could feel his eyes on me the whole night. And I wanted him to feel the hurt and betrayal I felt. I thought he was my friend, one who respected my boundaries and yet somewhere along the way he became "that guy" that only wanted to get into my pants.

The last night I saw him, he walked into the restaurant where my boyfriend and I were having dinner. I told my boyfriend the story and how I told him that I couldn't be friends with him, and I could look him in the eye because nothing happened. I knew Tom and I had a connection that takes place only on vacation, and that it wasn't real like our relationship and I knew the distinction.

I know Tom saw us there that night, and I was glad for it. To this day I wonder if we really had been friends or if it was all an act. And yet I can't believe he would have spent so much effort into a pretend friendship. I never let him in that second door, and I didn't kiss him or sleep with him, and have never regretted the decision. And yet sometimes, somewhere deep in the back of my mind I wonder, what it would have been like had I let him inside the next door. . . 

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