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The sedative tranquility of the night was broken when I got a ring from Nipa. I had no alternative but to being excited and strong, shaking off the odious torpor of sleep because she is such a voluptuous girl. In another previous installment, I recounted how I had deflowered her almost adventitiously. But I should rather be glad to call “serendipity”. By the way, that day was the inception, genesis and grand opening of our fucking frenzy, no matter how clumsy it initially appeared to me then.
As the days were passing by, I discovered the experience completely different with the boon maturity on both of our part. Ever since our first fucking, we never bothered about ceasing the intimacy. We always fucked at least every three days a week. Like most other Bangladeshi demure girls, she liked to be fucked, but she wanted us to keep it a secret. Even we had developed a particular idiom to call our genitalia so that she did not feel embarrassed. I quite enjoyed the irony.
Once I was forced to have a hiatus from the frenzy when she went to meet her boyfriend in Khulna. He was studying at Khulna University—one far away from Dhaka. In the meantime, nearly two weeks intervened, but I did not hear anything soothing from her. I could hardly control myself and my manhood! It got erected almost any time her image was conjured up in my mind.
One evening towards the end of the tenure of her absence, I got her call. She told me that she had come back and wanted to see me as soon as possible. While she was telling me this, she sounded as if she was giving me an order or venting her long-drawn grudge against me which she no longer could hold back. I complied, and we went to a hotel on the outskirts of our university campus.
So long as she was sitting on the rickshaw with me, she looked happy and calm. Maybe she did not want others to notice her ulterior motives and hidden indignation. Or perhaps it was only me who should see it alone in the closet and dilute it. When we finally entered the hotel room, I discovered the pangs of her heart, rigors of her feminine sex and the inexorable urge of smoldering emotion to resume the fucking frenzy.
As an opening gambit, I asked her of her boyfriend, Arko. She deigned to reply. Thinking it a potential way to wrest what was inside her mind, I importuned her about him until she burst out into crying. It was her parents who, continued she, destroyed her future prospects since Arko was not good at bed. He is fond of braggadocio, bragging of his wealth and health.
He has a nice athletic body, and he plays football very well. Yet he cannot satisfy her. My mind was inundated with these pestering thoughts as well, and I did not like to hear anything about him anymore. Distracted, I was drifted away from them! She slapped on my face to make me come to myself.
By the time I came back to myself, I saw she had already began stroking her breasts—a nice protruding pair. I felt my dick hardening inside the pants. She was making amorous moves. Fumbling for what could be the opening gambit but in vain, I put my hands on her breasts and kept squeezing them carefully for the first few minutes and then maddeningly afterwards in a rising crescendo of aggression. She gave out moaning and groped for my dick. She did not feel it strange that it had already been throbbing.
I pushed her towards the sofa. She sprawled her legs—one on the zenith of the sofa and the other at its nadir. Thinking that she probably wanted me to unbutton her pajama and sucked her tight pussy wet, I unbuttoned the pajama, but it was already wet, succulent and sodden. I put my fingers inside in order to titillate her to the extreme.
She could not control herself and started jumping on the fingers in a way as if it was my dick. Sometimes she gyrated, at times swung and at other times took the dick to suck it dry. Moment after moment she kept starting the process all over again.
After a considerable period of time, she turned to my cock—the torque or the
pivot, if you understand me. It was my torque since I translated the image of
her rotating on my fingers onto my cock. And I called it my pivot, because she
could hardly want to stop her from the process once she started. However, she
soon grabbed it with both of nice, soft and feminine hands and started stroking
from the tip of my cock to its bottom. From time to time she spat on it to make
the movement smoother. I sat down, reclining my back on the sofa and savored the
stroking to the dregs.
Like most Bangladeshi modest girls, a paragon of modesty and wifely virtues as she was, she only spat on my dick, but she carefully avoided taking it into her mouth to the full. I badly wanted her to take deep inside her mouth and gag on it. I started giving her stimuli, yet she declined the proffer and resumed stroking on her own way. I quickly fabricated a story and said that taking the whole thing into the throat is important during the sexual intercourse for some medical reasons rather than only for spitting it wet for better penetration. I said it would prevent us from being affected with any disease injurious to both partners.
She took it to be axiomatic, as she always does almost naively. Carefully and fearfully, she took my whole eight inch deep inside her throat. And in no time, she started gagging.
After several primary exercises, she spurted her spit and made my whole crotchet wet. She herself had also turned tousled and disheveled with her hair scattered here and there. I thought it was the time to enter her. I shoved her towards the bed, and she spread her legs apart in the most feminine way imaginable. It took no time for me to slide my cock inside her already sodden pussy. Although it was wet, it felt very tight, surrounding my cock around warmly as if it was gripping something and would never disengage that! I found it a mystery—an enigma after I had fucked extremely fiercely so many times that it was still so tight!
Maybe it was for the girth of penis or else for her nice skin God has given to relish my manhood!
As I kept ramming my cock into her tight pussy, she could hardly stop moaning some almost indistinct words out, “O Deap. fuck me harder. Harder still. Fuck me like that. Yea.” etc. Her voice was stammering, and a shivering ripple swept over her whole body. She always took it to be queer and could never explain her feeling after the fucking was over. I understood and told that it is what in english is called an “orgasm”. She laughed and smilingly put it forward, “Deap, you remember how many times you have said “this is what in English is called an ‘orgasm’?” I felt ashamed of myself, for it had become a false friend of mine to so say. Now it probably seemed jaded to her!
So far we had been fucking in the missionary position. To her, it is the most interesting position since she said she does not have to work hard and can receive every thrust very easily and savor them. It was in fact true, for I had noticed so far that she was somewhat impervious to work. Sometimes I even heard her boasting that passivity is the most feminine to her. It was her personal opinion. However, I told now to alter the position.
When I was about to pull my cock out, she gripped it harder and did not let it out that easily. It was what she frequently did to me. She said, “I did it to create what in English is called the ‘magic moment’.” You see it was part of the idiom that we created and shared, making frequently fun of each other with mimicry.
Now she straddled on me, putting my dick in between her wide-apart legs. Without much effort, I slid it inside her. She lied prone on my breast like a good girl while I continued rapping it with all my force. She then started kissing the whole of my countenance, drooling all over face. Initially it felt awkward, but I understood she was seething with emotion and so could not contain herself.
As I kept ramming from beneath, her breasts were swinging back and forth when she reared her head and breast from mine. From moment to moment I spank her back and excited her clitoris, and she moaned. We did this for as many as thirty minutes without interruption.
I stopped ramming, exhausted from thrusting so hard. I shoved her back aside and made it steady for the doggie style. I fucked her in the pussy for sometimes, but when I felt I was going to cum, I took my dick out and slid it into her ass. Nipa bawled out loud. Although I took her ass virginity recently, she said she still felt it painfully hard to accommodate my cock inside.
She did not tell a lie. I had watched a lot of anal sex on the CD. In all of them the girls can take the penetration in the pussy easier than that in the ass even though they do not dislike it that much. A little pain mixed with pleasure or to say with an oxymoron “painful pleasure” is what they like. This is precisely why they intake more chillis than boys do. A gourmet-palated creature at both ends—the orifices—the mouth and the butt and pussy—, she never disrupted in the middle of my action!
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