Once again while we chatted he stroked my feet and lower legs and massaged my feet a little. At about 9 30 PM, he got up, shut the windows, turned down the main light and lit the night lamp.

Mintu said, "I want to sit next to you". While chatting he held my hands and kissed my hands once in while.

In all the banal talk about his life in his collage, my days in my collage, etc, he popped the question, "Khuku. You are my sister. I am your brother. Doesn't it bother you that we are carrying on a relationship that is taboo? At least in India?"

I thought a while and said, "Actually. I don't care who thinks what about this relationship. All I know is that I truly love you."

"But. I love you too. And deeply at that. But, we can never get married, You know."

"Yes. I know we have a problem. But I also know we will find a solution to our problem."

Mintu looked at my face in that very low light and whispered, "You are a very beautiful girl, you know."

"You think so?"

"I sincerely think so."

Saying that, he slowly put his left arm over my shoulder and pulled me slightly onto his lap. He wrapped his right arm around me. I was reclining in his arms with my face up.

He whispered, "Take off your glasses. I want to kiss those beautiful eyes of your."

I took off my glasses and placed them on the chair.

He kissed softly me repeatedly on my face, eyes and on my lips. I kissed him back too.

While kissing me, his left hand moved onto my blouse and commenced to agonizingly pop open the blouse hooks one by one.

For about ten seconds he tried to fumble with my bra hook. Then he whispered, "Take this off."

I sat up, quickly undid by bra hook. While I was doing so, I suggested to him, "Why don't you take off your top as well?"

He peeled it off and flung it away. I slowly sank back into his arms.

As I luxuriated in his affection, he slowly parted my blouse and slowly pulled up the bra from above my breasts and said, "I want to kiss these two breasts of your one by one and suck the nipples, till milk comes out of them."

His kissing range increased from my face right till my navel till the waist band of my skirt.

He kissed me on my neck and my shoulders and all over my breasts. He licked my breasts and sucked each nipple one by one.

Soon I could feel that my pussy was welling up with juices and I suggested to him, "Why don't we lie down together?"

He agreed and assisted me to sit up. Then he got up and walked to the second plastic bag and poured out a large quantity of jasmine flowers on that single bed and spread them over the bed.

The he picked out three packs of condoms from the last plastic bag and placed them on the chair and said, "Khuku' take off my track suit and make me naked."

My heart jumped at this order. I did not waster time. I pulled his track suit down and pulled his underwear off. His cock jumped out of the entrapped position. It was red and throbbing.

I gasped a little thinking what that fat and large dick would do inside me and said, "Baap rey. Eita to bheeshon bodo and mota." ("Good God. This is really big and fat.")

I was shivering with desire and anticipation and added, "Eita ammar moddhay deesh na. Aami moray jabo!!" ("Don't put this inside me. It could kill me.")

I was tempted to hold it and feel the throbbing inside it to see how much it wanted to be inside me. I tried to grasp it. He said, "Dhorish na. Ammarta beyriyey jaabey. Prothom semen tor modhhay ditey chaee." ("Don't touch it. I am too excited. I will come outside if you touch it. I want to release inside you.")

He quickly spread the jasmine flowers all over the crumpled single bed. Then he said, "Tor blouse and bra ta khukey de. Tokay akkaybarey nangto chai amaar." ("Come let me take off your blouse and bra. I want you completely naked."

He pushed the blouse off and the bra slid down. He kissed me once each on each of my now erect nipples and slowly assisted me lie down on the bed.

I pleaded to him, "Aaaye. Aamaar pashey shuye por." ("Come lie down with me.")

He sat next to me on the edge of the bed and slowly lowered himself onto my face and kissed me while caressing my breasts.

A little later, he picked up some flowers from the bed and placed them on my breast and one each on each nipple and said, "Tor shathey aajkey aamee phul shojya korchee." ("I am carrying out the traditional post wedding first night sex on a flower bed. Tonight.") (All Bengalis would understand the precise meaning and significance of these terms).

"Lokhee shona. Amaar khoob lojja korchhcey. Aalo ta bondo koray dey." ("Darling I am dying of shyness. Shut off the light.")

"Na. Tui daykh, tokay kiromom koray choda hoye. Aaami alo bondo korbo na." (No. You must see how you are fucked. I want the light to remain on."

I shut my eyes in a sign of modesty. He placed some small jasmine flowers over my shut eye lids and said, "Chokh bondo koray thakley tui dekhbee kikoray?" ("If your eyes remain shut, how will you see what is going on?")

He caressed my hairs and slowly lowered his target for kissing. He kissed me slowly on my stomach and inserted his tongue inside my navel and licked once. I jumped up with pleasure and hissed, "Aaaah Koreesh na." ("Don't do that. Aaaaaw.")

He did that several times more and then said, "Tor skirt ta dheelay korchhee." (" am loosening your skirt waist band.")

He then took off the skirt hook and pulled the side zip down. MY stomach was released.

Slowly he inserted his fingers below my skirt and ran them over my now wet panty. I tried to hold his wrist and stop him from making me come so soon. He just held both my wrists and placed them over my head and said, "Haath oikhaneyee rakh." ("Keep your hands here. Okay?")

Then he ordered softly, "Ektoo pacchhaa ta oonchoo kor. Tor skirt ta nambiye debo." ("Lift your buttocks up a little. I want to pull down your skirt.")

With mock modesty I turned my face on the side and pleaded, "Naa. Koreesh na." ("No please don't do that.") And yet I lifted my buttocks.

He slowly slid the skirt from below me and pulled it all the way down my ankles and flung it away.

All I now had on was my wet panty.

He then said, "Tor goodta shunkay dekhee." ("Let me sniff your snatch.")

He lowered his nose and sniffed and said, "Aaaah Ki shundor gondho." ("Thais is a heady bouquet.")

I protested like all women who dearly want to be taken, "Kee hocchhey ta kee?" ("What are you up to??!!)

He caressed my thighs and ran his fingers deftly between them right till my slit and stooped short of touching that pulsating apex of my whole being and then said, "Dekhi. Tor jangiya tao khulay dee." ("Come let me take off that panty of yours.")

He held both the sides and pulled it down. I could not help it. My buttocks rose and let it be peeled off. He pulled it down all the way, took it off the legs and flung it away.

I tried to cover my modesty by placing my palms over my slit. He let me. Then he picked up some more flowers and slowly strew them onto my down turned palms and said, "Tor good ta key ami phool die dhekay dichhee." ("Let me decorate your pussy with flowers.")

Saying that he firmly held my wrists and placed them back above my head and said, "Haath eikhaei thaka ucheet. Aaar neechey anbee na." ("Your hands should remain here. Don't you bring them down.") That was a terse order.

He then placed more flowers on my bush and started to caress the pussy from over the flowers. After playing with me for a while he softly said, "Paa dutoe ektoo phaak kor." ("Part your legs a little.")

When I did not respond, he held my knees and parted my right leg a little away and started to insert flower stems into my crack.

A few times the flower stems tickled my clit and I hissed, "Aaaaah. Koreesh naa." ("Don't do that. Aaaaaw. Oooooh.")

It did not take much longer for him to get up and slowly part both my legs wide and place himself between them and slowly lower his face closer to my crotch and sniff the parted cunt.

He started to kiss me all over my mound. I could not take it any more and I pleaded, "Phaak koray cheytey dey." ("Part me an lick me. Please.")

With both his hands he parted my slit wide apart and licked my slit once. An electric shock passed through my whole body and I convulsed with pleasure.

As he did that, he suddenly said, "Khuku. Aaamee are thamatey paarchhee naa. Amaar bandata kheechey dey." ("Khuku. I can't hold back any more. Please just release me.")

I lowered my hands down and held his cock and pulled back his foreskin and shagged it just three or four times. He stiffened and let out a loud grunt and released his spunk squirt after squirt. The first squirt came all the way onto my face. The bulk of it fell onto my belly.

He said, "Sorry. Aami aar thamatey paarlam naa." ("Sorry I was far too excited. I couldn't stop it from coming out.")

"Shona. Aami jaani. Keechchoo hoye nee. Ayee baarey tooee onyek lomba time choodtey paarbee." ("Darling. Nothing so bad has happened. I understand. Now you will be able to have a longer fuck with me.")

I caressed his balls and pulled him near me and hugged him closely. The spunk got smeared all over my and his torso.

Shortly, he rolled over to the side and rued the loss of sperm outside of my pussy. I propped myself up and kissed him on his face and said, "Dey. Tor baada ta kay aamee chooshey khada korchhee." ("Come let me suck you dick up.")

I lowered my mouth onto his dick and pulled the foreskin back and licked and sucked it.

As I sucked it and caressed his balls, his dick was up again. I knew that this time he would not need to be relieved. And that he would not suffer the guilt of a pre mature ejaculation. As his dick stirred up to its full regalia, I knew that the same fat and large dick would now plough through my pussy.

He changed his position and became aggressive and started to kiss me and fondle my breasts. As he caressed my body, he ran his fingers through my parted lips of my pussy and said, "Aeetaa to aakebarey bheejay gachey.