3 comments/ 49043 views/ 8 favorites Sis Goes to Brother's Hostel Ch. 01 By: khukusanyal As Durga Puja (a major Hindu religious festival) ended, and winter set in, Mintu's letters reflected his need for me and my love on one hand and the worry he had as to what I would do, when faced with the need to face the society we live in and tell our parents that we, while being first cousins, wanted to live together. Whatever that meant! I was really nervous. And I was very happy, that atleast one man among the billions was willing to risk all, in order to have me and my love. Besides, I loved his style of making love. I often asked myself, if my brain had in fact been located between my legs and not between my ears. Kolkata is not too cold. But we Bengali's behave as if we are on the North Pole. My Mother fussed around all the times, telling us, we should be well clad and never get exposed to the treacherous wintery wind. But, around 15th December, Mintu rang up and first spoke to my Mother. It was a good 6 minutes, before he asked whether I was home. She shouted to me "Khuku -- Mintu from Kharagpur". I made a face that denoted I was not terribly happy to speak with Mintu. My Mother hissed "Your brother. You can't speak to him without making faces!!!??" I wanted my Mother to drift away when I spoke to him. But, she took her time trying to wrap herself with her shawl and then collected her disheveled saree and slowly padded away. Till that time, I made it appear that I was trying to arrange to find myself a seat on a stool next to the phone instrument. As she walked away, I said "Hello". Mintu did not waste time. He said "I am speaking from a public phone in a local shop. I can't say what all I want to say. Besides I don't have too much money, so I can't talk for long. So listen carefully." I could make out from his firm voice that he was about to say something very important. Myriad thoughts went through my mind. Mostly negative. What if, he has decided to dump me? What if he wants to go away? What if . . . . . . I replied "Yes. OK" MIntu just said, "Khuku -- I have a short vacation during Christmas, I want you to come to Kharagpur and stay with me for a week." I was about to say, "That would be difficult . . . ". Mintu added, "I have already requested Pishi to let you come over and she has generally made happy noises." I blurted, "She did??" Mintu added, "I have told her that I need help with my thesis work". That was a curve ball. My Mother could not possibly not help Mintu. What would her Dada (elder brother) say if he heard that Mintu needed help and she did not let Mintu have that help? "What kind of help do you need?" I asked loudly. He asked, "Is that for atmospherics??" I ignored that question and shouted "No. I can't come over in this weather," He kept quiet. I then again added, "What help can I be of?? In your engineering studies?? And how can I stay in the hostel and use the toilet?" He again remained quiet. I again said after a gap. "Yes. Yes. I know. Ma will agree to whatsoever you say. But, I don't want to be with you there. You bother me so much. How will I change? Where can I wash my clothes? Besides, where will I sleep? Where can you add a separate cot?" The woman in me had woken up. I was play acting my irritation with his request, while my heart raced at the prospect being in his arms and surrender to his ministrations. My body ached for his pleasurable torture. Mintu was laughing -- pretty loudly. He had caught on to the fact that my loud protests were serving an audience. When I stopped talking and he stopped laughing, he said, "Seriously speaking, just pack seven salwar -- kurta sets and other garments. No sarees." He then added with a short laugh, we won't need another cot. It creaks -- and all the boys will come to know what we are up to. I will pick you up from the station. I will borrow a ladies bicycle which does not have a back carrier and bring you on the cycle." My sense of humor had perhaps been obscured by all the blood rushing to my crotch at the very thought of wanton love -- between the danger of being discovered. I asked my usual silly question (in almost a whisper) "How will I sit on the cycle? Besides why can't I come with you on a rickshaw?" Mintu laughed loudly and said "Guess how you will sit on the front?" For the life of me, I could not guess. I asked, "Where??" "On my dick -- you fool!!" I was getting flooded. But, by this time I had recovered my mind. I whispered, "May be I can sit facing you on the same seat." I think he was stunned with my repartee. I turned the screw one more turn and whispered "That way, I can't fall off the perch. After all, with my legs wrapped around you and something inside me, I will be safer." There was silence for a few seconds. Mintu said, "God. You are salty woman. That is why I like you so much. Just come over. I am bursting and I will not spill my seed in vain, when there is a perfectly willing place to deliver it. Besides, both of us love that, isn't it?" I said, "Yes." Then I shouted, "Let me talk to Ma. This is very unfair!!! Why do I have to undergo this stupidity because you can't do your work properly??" A small silence was followed by my shouting "Yes. Yes. I will get the typewriter along." "Okay. Bye." I slammed the receiver down and yelled "Ma." My mother answered back with irritation from the kitchen, "Yes. What is it?" I thumped across to her and told her, "This is very unfair. You agree to my going to Mintu to help him without even asking? It will be very uncomfortable there. And I have other plans." She simply said, "It is your brother. And what sister does not agree to help her brother at all times?? The discomfort is nothing. It is all in your mind -- silly." I protested and made sorry faces. She only had to look at me with a sorry face once and I made it sound as reluctant as possible and said, "Okay. I suppose, I will have to go." In the next few days, I packed a small suitcase with salwar -- kurta sets, bras, towel etc. My over-nighter pouch with tooth brush and small vanity material. I picked out the portable typewriter and dusted it and got its ribbon changed. I told my Mother that I will be able to travel on my own in the Kolkata -- Kharagpur suburban train (that takes three hours to reach) I was dropped at the station and I reached Kharagpur. When the train coasted in, I saw him standing on the platform. I waved to him and he walked briskly to assist me get down from the train. I stepped down. He held my hand and ensured I was safe and picked up my suitcase and walked through the jostling crowd. I was thinking if he was really going to take me back on his bicycle front rod!!! As we emerged from the under pass, he hailed a three wheeled manual rickshaw. We got into it and squeezed in. In the bumping rickshaw, I asked, "What about that ladies cycle??" naughtily. Mintu just looked at me, and quickly said, "Just wait. Brewing longer makes better coffee, remember?? You will ride the way you like best." I could feel the tremble pass down my spine that spared off a crash of electric current in crotch. I sat like a brother and told me in English, "I have a lot to talk to you about. I want you for life. And I don't care who says what about not falling in love with your sister. I have. I can't help it. I know our relationship will have no social sanction. In fact, it will be illegal. But, I want you as my life partner. If we agree with what we have to do to become life partners, may be, we will get married -- our way. And the next seven days can be our honeymoon." To put it mildly, I was stunned. I never thought that I would receive a marriage proposal sitting on a rickety rickshaw. I blushed at the very thought that he wanted this trip to be our nuptial. I nodded and looked at his serious face. He added, "If not, we can remain siblings. And if that happens, I will never again touch you -- like all brothers and sisters do in India." Tears welled in my eyes. I don't know why. I wiped my tears with my small handkerchief that was rolled up in my fist. And I blew my nose and straightened myself up. He looked straight into my eyes and said (in English), "You know, I can't kiss your tears away in this rickshaw." After a short silence, he added, "When we reach, I will make up to you." Soon enough we reached Azad Hall of Residence (the hostel block Mintu stayed). We dismounted and moved towards his room. On the way, we had to stop several times for me to be introduced to his friends "Aamaar Bone. Amaakey thesisey help kortay eshechchey." (My younger sister. I have got her here to help me type the thesis in." In the Indian context, friend's sister is immediately accepted and she becomes the universal younger sister. All friends got introduced and back slapped Mintu saying, "You lucky chap. You get your sister to help out. But, we will all chat with her and get her to cook some humanly edible food for us." I had to be polite and as sisterly as was possible. So I agreed to cook and look after them. One friend offered that Mintu could share his room with him, while Mintu's sister could sleep in peace and privacy in Mintu's room. I knew, this was the bad news. Years of making love nearly under my Mother's keen eyes had taught me to think on my feet. I quickly added, "I have not come here to sleep. If Mintu wants any work, he better be with me. And then, I will be a little scared too!!" Mintu's friend shook his head in an understanding manner. I quickly added, "And then, I will be able to sleep while all of you are in your class rooms and labs." I had carried boxes of Bengali sweets for sharing with the wing mates in the hostel. They all met me and were amazingly polite and kind. They all partook of the sweets and offered any help that was possible. Mintu suggested, "Bol to, Khuku chaan kortay kikoray jabey?" (How will Khuku go for a bath??") The friends obliged, "Let her lock the front door of the common bathroom while she is having her bath and dressing etc. We will simply have curfew hours at that time. We will all leave the wing." I understood, why IIT is the best institution of India and why are all the students so prized. All the hum drum stuff happened and finally, escorted by a hostel wing of ten boys I went into the Mess Room for dinner. All the boys were so kind and helping. No swear words were being use. All the boys were decently dressed and no one was smoking. I did not have to stand in a line and collect my food tray. Mintu's friends got all that for me. I was the hostel's universal kid sister. That is the Bengali tradition. That being over, we reached Mintu's room back. Some boys came over and enquired it I need any help and whether they should leave the wing to let me go to the bathroom etc. I finished all my visits and then settled into the room. Mintu shut the door finally. He then shut the window and pulled the curtains. I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He turned back and looked at me for a moment or two. Then he leaned forward, held my wrist and pulled me to stand up. I stood close to him. He gazed into my eyes. I asked, "What are you looking at??" He did not answer. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. I looked into his eyes and expected that he would lean across and kiss me. I turned up my face slightly and, imperceptibly, leaned forward. He slowly but firmly put his arms around my waist and said, "I truly love you -- Khuku." I did not answer. He then added, "I want to live with you forever. And die with you." His intensity got the better of me. Tears welled up in my eyes again. Was I happy? Were these tears of happiness or shock? Or was I sorry? I asked myself. I could see what true love meant. And how deeply it affected me. My lifelong prayers and hope that I would be loved and respected by my husband appeared to have descended onto my life for real. He softly pulled me to him. I let my body melt into his body and join every up and down and every curve of his body. I wanted total union with him. To merge my body with his. I placed my head on his chest and snuggled for comfort. I could feel the warm stream of tears on my cheeks. Mintu stroked by back and kissed me through my hairs and said, "Shhhh. Don't cry. Shhh." Between sobs, I said, "! love you too". I looked up at his face. He tried to wipe my tears with his rough hands. A tremble or two of sobs passed through my throat. Mintu slowly lifted my glasses off my face and placed them on the table and softly kissed me on my eyes. He pulled me close and let me cry my heart out in his arms, while he stroked my hairs, face and kissed me on my eyes, face, neck and shoulder. All my sorrows, unfinished desires, loss of love, hurt -- all appeared to swim through my head and come out at the same time. Pouring out my heart to my love. And he was soaking it in. It must have taken long, since I did not notice, he had slowly made me sit and then lie down on the bed with me head on the pillow. He had squeezed himself onto this three feet wide cot with his arms holding me tight and his letting me know how much he loved me. I stopped crying. With his fingertips, he slowly moved all my disheveled hairs on from my face and stroked my face and looked into my eyes. I moved a little. He let me go. I slowly sat up and then sniffled and said, "Let me change." Mintu said, "Okay. I will step out. You change in peace. I will be back after ten minutes." I was intrigued. I thought he would say, "Just take off all your clothes -- that is all. And keep that maxi (long flowing night dress) handy, just in case someone knocks on the door." I asked, "Why?? I can change in your presence." He said, "No. I want you to think very hard and well. So, will such time you are not sure of what you would like to do about your future, you will be a sister. Once you are clear and you decide that we will set our boats together in the sea of uncertainty, we will be man and wife." I loved him. I loved his love making. I loved his innovative way of making love differently every time. I never knew that he was very serious about his love for me. And he cared for me and my feelings. Mintu walked to the door, un bolted it and stepped out. I could hear he knocked on the next door. Raja, his next room neighbor opened the door and invited him in. Mintu was telling him, "Khuku has to change, so I stepped out." Raja said, "Yes of course. Just let her take her time." I shut the door. Pulled out my maxi from my suitcase placed it on the bed and then looked carefully at the meager curtains on the window and then peeled the soaking kurta off my top. It felt so much better in the cool weather. I reached for the bra clasp, unsnapped the hook and released it. By breasts popped out and swung around. The bra had made a deep line on my torso. Then I put my fingers inside my salwar and pulled out the draw string and pulled it. The waist band loosened and the salwar fell to me feet. I was stark naked. I considered for a few seconds, "Why don't I remain naked?? When he returns, I can soothe his worries with my love." Then I thought better of it. Mintu could be very tough. So, I sprayed some powder and used by spray deo all over and slipped the maxi on, without any under garments. I combed my hairs and put a rubber band to hold them together. I collected all the used clothes and folded them and put them into a soiled clothes bag I had brought and hid them from view. I waited a few more minutes. Mintu did not return. I decided to signal to him and his friends that I was the real cousin sister of Mintu. So, I opened the door and stepped out into the long corridor. Raja's door was ajar. He and Mintu were chatting. The moment Raja saw me, he got up and invited me into his room and asked me to be comfortable. He was so well behaved and proper. It showed that in most Indian homes, all boys are taught to be very civil. And that culture shows. Three of us chatted for about ten minutes. Then I told Mintu, "Let us leave Raja to study. He does not have free secretarial help with him." Mintu got up and left Raja alone. We said, "Good night" and returned to our room. Mintu bolted the door. He rummaged in his open wardrobe and took large bundles of cloth. When he opened them out, I saw the neater bundle was a rolled up sleeping bag. He placed the sleeping bag on the floor. He opened out the other bundle. It had two mosquito nets. He went about quickly to string both up mosquito nets. I was aching for his comfort and love. Mintu said, "Let us both get under the mosquito net on the sleeping bag and sit inside and talk. If you sit without the mosquito net, the mosquitoes will bite you and make you into a sieve." I did not want to get into an argument. I just crawled into the net. Mintu picked out a pajama set from his wardrobe. Turned away, took off all his clothes. He stood stark naked facing away from me. He applied some talcum powder all over his body and then slipped into his kurta and pajama. He flung his clothes into a corner and crept into the mosquito net. He tucked the net under the sleeping bag and sat down facing me. For about half an hour we had small talk -- as if there was nothing important to talk of -- or no night of unending love awaiting us. Then he stopped and said, "Khuku, we have talked of great many things. Mostly nonsense. I want to talk to you and see where we can take our relationship." I looked into his eyes. He was dead serious. And determined! I decided this was not the time to talk, but to listen and respond only. I knew we were going to talk of matters that could change the course of our lives -- forever. Mintu said, "Khuku -- years back, when you seduced me, we loved each other's body. All I wanted was more of your body. And may be all you wanted was fulfillment of your sex needs. We made love non-stop. Like a dog and bitch in heat. I would be lying, if I did not concede, even now, I want to lay you down and fuck you till we are exhausted. You are a fantastic woman. Most women are simply a pussy with a body. You are willing to play. You are beguiling and intelligent and clever. People get their brains fucked out. You fuck with your brain. You are all pussy. When my fantasy requires that you remain bald, you just do it and don't argue. When I want to give you a butter massage, you play along. When I tell you to rub a perfumed cream into your pussy mound and your arm pits and your elbow etc -- you just do it. I tie you top the bed and fuck you -- you play along. I lift your buttocks up with pillows and deep fuck you -- you enjoy it. When I say, no masturbating -- you don't masturbate. I must say, conventionally, you are not the prettiest girl I have met. But, according to me, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen or met. And will perhaps meet. You are salty and you are sweet. You are clever and accomplished. Even when you are muffling your ecstatic cry when you have your orgasm, it sounds like music to me." I changed my position. Mintu thought, I was about to say something. He said, "Just don't say anything right now. Just let me say what I want to. As years have passed by, I have realized that I truly love you. And that I want to spend my entire life with you. I want to be able to make you melt in my arms. I want to kiss you only. I want you for myself, and no one else should be able to touch you. I want to make love to you every day in every new way, in day and in the night, pull you out of a party -- take you home and fuck you; call your office and ask you to take leave and wait downstairs to be taken to a hotel to be fucked. I want to do this every day of my life and let you know how much I love you. Every day, I want to bathe together with you. I want to shampoo your hairs every day. Soaping each other! I want to soap your breasts and fondle them every day. I want to soap your butt, part the cheeks and soap every crevasse of your body. I want to part your pussy lips every day; soap it and clean it for you. Sunday, I want to give you a bath. Sis Goes to Brother's Hostel Ch. 01 When you pee I want to hear that nice musical noise that you have when the pee leaves your pussy. Equally, I want you to give me a bath every day. I want that we wake up every morning either with my cock inside your pussy -- shriveled up and swollen with your juices or firmly held in your palm. In short, I want that our souls meet and belong to each other." MIntu stopped talking. He looked at me -- listening with deep attention. He reached forward -- caressed my cheek and moved and pulled out the mosquito net tucking and he was squirming out. He said, "Let me get some water to drink. Do you want a drink of water?" I could hardly say, "Yes." He poured water and gave me a steel tumbler and drank water from the bottle himself. He then again came under the net. He asked, "What do you feel??" I was speechless. Could anyone love me that much? Was this possible? Was this real? Or was he addicted to my sex?? I had not though so much about the matter as he had. But, I did love him dearly. Not as a brother. But as . . . . . what I did not know. I mumbled, "I am amazed -- you love me this much. I don't know how to say and what to say. Right now." I leaned forward and pulled his face towards mine and kissed him on his face. We women perhaps are better at demonstrating our love. He changed his position and sat behind me. He pulled my hair band off and set my hairs free and pulled me back. I softly merged into his chest and leaned back. He wrapped his arms around my torso and kissed me on my head through my hairs. He asked, "Are you comfortable?' All I could do was to say, "Hmm." "Yes. Tell me -- what you feel about what I said just now," He kissed me slowly and softly on my head and my open shoulder and caressed my hairs. I whimpered with pleasure and the warmth in that slightly cold weather. I pulled my arms up and caressed his head and ran my fingers through his hairs. My brain whizzed with the myriad thoughts. What do I say? He stopped and whispered, "Khuku. I need to know." I realized that it would be best to give up my restraint and say what I feel like. Let the feelings flow. I said, "Mintu. I really love you. I love you both as a brother and more a husband to be. You are clever and smart. You are handsome in some ways. Your dark skin and holed nose could put off some girls. But, I like it. And then you are firm. When I act difficult you tell me to behave. You are slim and very strong. Your mind is very strong and powerful. Your mind dominates me. And I love that. I do everything with you, because you really know how to make a girl into a woman. I am wanton in my love, because your coax sex out of my body. You tease my mind. You always delay your touching me . . . errr... everywhere. My body has to ache before you surprise me with some new technique. You extract orgasms out of me. And once is never enough for you. You know how to extract more sex from me. When you want to take my juices out -- more -- you have slapped me, pinched me and mis-treated my body, slapped me, tied my hands and legs and made love the way you want to. You know how to hold back. Even if I throw myself on you, you may not touch me. But, if you want to, you will pull me into the room and ravish me there and then. You don't spill your semen in your excitement. You give me all your semen. I too want to live with you -- forever. But, I don't know how we will ever make it together. Our parents will kill us before they let this brother -- sister couple live as husband and wife and cohabit. That has been worrying me for long. And I have never found any answers. And maybe you have some answers and we can the live together -- in love forever." There was silence for a while. Mintu went on kissing me at random while caressing my torso. He asked after a while, "How much do you love me?' Is there any measure of the extent of love that you have?" I said, "Mintu, I am willing to give up my life any time for you at any place with love and laughingly. If you do ask for my life." "Really?" "Yes, I mean it. You tell me now. I will slit my throat right now and take my own life. You just say so and see what I mean." "Shhhh. Shhhh. We are talking of life together. And not taking your life. Khuku, what do you think I will do if I lose you? I will take my life instantly. There and then. So, if you are to go, I will come along with you." On hearing this, tears welled up in my eyes. I tried to wipe my eyes. Mintu whispered, "Let me wipe them for you." He indicated that that lift myself. As I did, he pulled the maxi bottom signaling that he wanted to take it off. I lifted my hips and let him pull it up. With one swish the maxi was off my body and I was stark naked. Mintu said, "Let me kiss every part of your body and tell you how much I love you." He made me turn around and shift up -- splay my legs and place them over his legs and be in position for his embrace. And perhaps make me ride his cock. He peeled off his kurta and urged me to come into his arms. I whispered, "Your pajamas. I want them off. Let the two meet each other too. They haven't met for a long time!!" Mintu leaned back and said, "My body is all yours. You have to take that pajama off." I slipped my gingers into the waist band and pulled the draw string and pulled the waist band down. He lifted his bottom letting me peel off that pajama. His cock was erect. I tried to hold it and give it one caress. But Mintu stopped me and said, "You own this cock. It can meet this pussy. And this pussy is mine. But women always have the first choice. So even if your cock wants to meet in depth, my pussy may only wish to ignore the cock after introductions or at best shake hands. You get it? So let us first only introduce them to each other. They are seeing each other after such a long time. They hardly know each other!!! I will make them shake hands and then let us see what they do with each other." I snuggled closer to my lover and hoped that he will try to change our position such that our genitals can touch. And that electric shock passes through our brains and I get to lie down and flay away while he violates me -- leading to our reaching heaven and back -- however short that trip. But. Mintu. He is unique. He kissed me on my face repeatedly and said, "I want to kiss you all over -- to let you know that I love you -- so much." He hugged me closely and the slowly made me lie down, with my legs wide open and placed on two sides of his flank and our genitals dangerously close to each other. He placed my head on his pillow and then leant over and started to kiss me, asking, "Where is the pain in you?? Tell me. I will kiss that place to remove that pain." He propped himself up and kissed me all over my face; kissed my ears and slid his tongue inside my ears; he kissed me behind my ears and then came down slowly to my neck. After every few kisses he would tell me, "I really love you -- darling Khuku." Shortly he shifted to lie next to me. He said, "Just leave this body to me. I will give it all my love." He kissed and caressed all parts of my body -- sometimes lifting me off the bed and feeling my back, sometimes pulling me up by my hairs to kiss me on my mouth and sometimes caressing my body with his finger tips. AS he came near my breasts, he stopped and made me face away from him and cupped both my breasts together. Suddenly he stopped and said, "You have lost weight - have you? Your breasts feel smaller. What is happening?? Aren't you taking care of your health??" All I could say is, "No. I am fine. I have not lost any weight." "Then why are they a little smaller?" "I don't know." He continued to kiss me all over and caress my whole body. Soon enough he came down to my hips. He made me lie face down and he cupped by naked buttocks and felt the whole expanse. The again he stopped and asked, "Khuku, you have lost weight. Again your buttocks were juicier earlier." I did not answer. I was enjoying Mintu's ministrations far too much to say anything. I was flooded and the bouquet of my musk filled the air. Mintu flipped me over and said, "Now let me love this side too." He lifted one leg at a time and kissed it from all sides and finally, he held both legs apart and looked deeply into my open pussy. The room lights were on. He could see me very well. He held his hand to obscure the slit and kissed my thigh joining near my pussy base from both sides. Then he took both his palms and cupped my wide open pussy and then pushed back. He again said, "Khuku. I insist you have lost weight." Your pussy is less puffed up. Why??" "You know I like a swollen and pouting pussy!!" "Your arm is fine. Your thigh is a little thinner than before. But your special parts are all thinner. What is the matter?? You are not eating well. What is wrong?? Are you unwell? Are your periods taking place on time?? Are you bleeding too much?? What is it?? Khuku please tell me." It suddenly struck me that he was complaining only about my breasts, my buttocks and my pussy and not about any other part. I realized what the problem was. I whispered, "All women become fuller when they are made love to regularly. More Estrogen get released that make our bra become smaller, our panty tight and the pussy swells up -- asking for more of that love." "You have been away. And you have forbidden me to masturbate. So, my sex is crying for attention." Mintu kissed me on each of my pussy lips and said, "Don't worry. This pussy will be given its due share of love. I want to see that your eye lids are heavy with love, your lips redder; your breasts fuller; your thighs like trees and your hips luscious. " As he kissed me on my pussy lips, I felt a flush of desire pass through me and I pleaded, "Just don't kiss. Do something." Mintu answered, "You are mine. I will fuck you when I want to. Just let me kiss you and tell you that I love you." Next ten minutes, he kissed me all over -- while his finger tips tantalized me. He then sat up and placed two pillows below my buttocks and lifted my pussy high up, as if he wanted to penetrate me deep -- as deep as possible. He then caught my ankles and parted my legs as wide as they could, and ordered, "Keep them wide apart." He now started to slide his finger tips deliberately near my slit and stop just as the slit would be reached. His finger tips would trace my thigh down from my ankle right down the inner surface and reach my wide spread slit and then stop. A small gasp left my mouth as he neared very time to my magic button. He asked me, "Want to get fucked?" My womanly pride stopped me from saying, "Fuck me. Fuck me now." I kept quiet and continued to writhe under his ministrations. He then sat up and knelt between my legs and firmly said, "Pull the clit hood up and take out the clit knob." I had to pull the abdomen skin back and stretch the lips apart with both hands. I am sure, the clit hood peeped out -- looking red and raw. He said, "I am going to let your cock meet my pussy," and slowly ran his cock over my slit right over the vagina opening and reached the clit hood. With his cock held in his hand, he started to tease my clit with his cock tip. He said, as if telling a little child, "Clit -- say hello to cock." He added, Khuku, please teach your cock to kiss my clit. Come on tell him to behave. Or else he will not ever learn how to please my clit." I got desperate. I hissed, "Please hold your pussy apart, and give my cock. I will introduce them properly." With my left hand I pulled the clit hood up, while Mintu spread the pussy lips apart, I held Mintu's cock and started to masturbate by clit with that hard dick tip. I was so hot; I did not need more than a minute to break into an orgasm. In the urgency, I pleaded, "Finger me. Please finger me. Make me come. I can't take it any longer." Mintu slipped out from between my legs and let me close them and do my contractions, while he violently fingered me. With one hand I played with my clit, while the other grabbed the solid edge of the pillow. In the next one minute I had my first orgasm in more than nine months. I hissed and made moaning noises and came into a sweat as the orgasm got over. Mintu was not happy. He insisted, "One more orgasm. Just get one more. Okay -- this one to help your boobs become juicier." I hissed back, "Take your finger out -- let me close my legs and squeeze one more orgasm out." Mintu just let me free. I masturbated for a second orgasm by just clasping my thighs tightly together and flexing my cunt muscles. When it was over, Mintu, said, "Now one more orgasm -- please." I pleaded, "I am exhausted. Please not anymore." He said, "No. One more. To help your pussy to get puffier. Now." I knew that he would not let me go, unless I had as many orgasms as he wanted. I told him, "Please help me. I will turn over to my side. You caress my buttocks and boobs and I will get several more in quick succession." I jack knifed one of my legs open and let Mintu caress me without any stopping while with my fingers, I masturbated openly. I came in small orgasm after orgasm -- wave after wave. I swayed from side to side - for some unknown reason saying, "Mintu , Mintu, Mintu, Mintu -- I love you. I love you. I love you." I was exhausted and breathing like an athlete. Sweat streaming down my body. Mintu held me in a loving embrace and kissed me on my forehead. As I calmed down and I was getting to be a woman and not only a pussy, Mintu said, "Khuku. You must be tired. You better go to sleep tonight." I wanted Mintu to atleast once give me his sperm. I reached for his dick. He softly said, "You can hold it and sleep. I will fuck you mercilessly -- many times over during this trip. So. Right now just let us sleep in each other arms." He kissed me several times. But he was right. I was tired. I just zapped into sleep -- entwined in his love.