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.