1997, I could feel the chill of the air rushing in through my nostrils as I kept staring out of the compartment window. The compartment was dark, everyone sleeping. I kept the window open and my eyes were scanning the darkness of the night outside. I was traveling to Jalapiguri. It was the wedding of my uncle. That was the first time I was going to North Bengal. As the train kept speeding and slicing through the darkness that devoured half of our Earth, numerous thoughts kept sweeping through the length and breadth of my mind. I was cold but I was liking it. I felt as if the screaming silence of the night was trying to befriend my soul, a soul that was empty and lonely for some reason unknown to me. It was not that my family wasnât loving and caring. It was just me. Something inside me that seemed to be searching endlessly for something. Something that I couldnât define, something I couldnât paint, something that was hazy, obscure…
7:30 in the morning, someone called me! I opened my eyes and found myself sleeping under a blanket, the window was closed. Everything was already packed and I saw dad and my uncle (who was about to get married) dragging things out of the compartment. I jumped out, folded the blanket and tucked it in my backpack. We had arrived at Jalpaiguri station. A car was waiting for us. We boarded the car and in less than 2 minutes we were at our destination. That was weird! We could have walked! My uncle (motherâs brother or mama) whose wedding we were attending, went inside the gates of big house we were standing in front of. Almost a flood of people poured in and after those usual Bengali rituals, we were eventually inside the house.
I was hungry, tired and bitten by the cold of Jalpaiguri. I was not habituated with that kind of cold weather. At least we never experienced that in Kolkata. A group of girls walked in. It was utter chaos – giggling, whispering, sudden outburst of laughters – but it was good…unlike the dead train, the air in this room had life in it. I suddenly realized I was blushing out of no reason and I could not even look at those girls. I was staring at the floor, standing at one end of the room. A girl from the group walked up to me. My senses were filled instantly by the intoxicating aroma that was emanating from her body. I still didnât look up, as if my muscles were all frozen locked. She extended her hands holding a plate of food. In the gentle rays of the morning sun, her skin was glowing and had an aura that was comparable only to something celestial.
So mesmerized was I by the beauty of her two arms that I couldnât take my eyes off them. Crafted to perfection, no hint of wrinkles, smooth and nicely shaped nails – those arms looked like an art crafted in heaven. I didnât extend my hands to hold the plate. After nearly a minute, I saw her stooping down to keep the plate on a table sitting right next to me. For the first time I saw her hair – darker than the darkest night I ever saw, straight and long – I could gauge by a look that they cascaded all the way down up to her thighs. She stood up, stepped closer to me and bent forward slightly to whisper into my ears – âeto ki vabchen (what are you thinking so much)?â She didnât utter anything else and left.
Her voice was sweeter than the sweetest music I ever heard. I couldnât she her face. When she turned and left, my eyes followed. Around 5â5â tall, slim, white complexion – thatâs all I could see! My heart was filled with remorse but suddenly I noticed that she was the only girl in the room wearing a pair of anklets. Another girl caught me staring at her from behind. She walked up to me, stood by my side and whispered…’Anuradha, the girl you are looking at, her name is Anuradhaâ. She giggled and left. She ran up to Anuradha and said something in her ears. Anuradha looked back at me. I caught a glimpse of her face. I felt gravity and embarrassment conspiring against me to pull my eyes down to the floor.
Somehow the day passed. It was long and I was filled with grief, embarrassment and yet an inexplicable satisfaction. The night wasnât really friendly to me. It was terribly cold that night as it was mid December. The quilt covering me was giving up, my legs nearly frozen, my fingers ice cold. I was sharing a room with my family members. It was silence all round except for two prominent sounds – snoring of the inmates and the footsteps of time flowing out of the clock meekly hanging from a wall. My open eyes were greeted with pitch darkness of the room. As I closed my eyes, waiting in the warmth behind the closed lids were the flashes of those glowing hands and cascading locks. I could no longer hear the clock ticking. Time was now flying and even before I realized, I heard a chirp close to the window. Dragging myself out of the bed, I reached for the blanket in my backpack, wrapped myself in it, walked to the door and went outside. Everything around was white…a dense fog covered the immediate world around me and my eyes were struggling to see through it…
After a few moments of adjustment I saw a shade like figure emerging out of the fog…I couldnât see the face but heard the sound of anklets. Corner of my lips managed to catch a smile. Itâs Anuradha…Indeed it was her…I saw her face clearly for the first time as she stepped on the vestibule (verandah) and stood right in front of me. We had a quick conversation:
Anuradha: Sobe to 5:45, uthe porlen taratari naki ghum hoyni? (It is just 5:45 AM…woke up early or couldnât sleep?)
Me: Janina ! Apni eto sokale? (I donât know! Why are you up so early in the morning?)
Anuradha: Pujo dichchilam, roj di. Sokal sare panchtay asi. Cha khaben? (I was worshiping, it is a daily routine. I come out at 5:30 every morning. Will you take tea?
Me: Hmm…khabo kintu mukh dhobo age. Gorom jol pawa jabe ektu? (Yes I will take tea but need to brush my teeth. Can I get some hot water?)
Anuradha: Ektu bosun vitore giye. Ami jol gorom kore anchi (Please wait inside, I will get you some hot water).
Me: Ami ekhanei daracchi, besh sundor lagche sokal ta (I will stand here, the morning looks beautiful).
Anuradha smiled at me and left. She stopped only a few steps from me, turned and said: âAmar naam Subhamita, Anuradha noy, apnar naam ki? (My name is Subhamita and not Anuradha. Whatâs your name?)â To this I replied, âSpandan.â She turned and left. I went inside to bring my toothbrush and paste. I returned to my spot and started brushing. Her face kept coming back. It was as pure as the Tulsi leaves and fog around me, as bright and vibrant as the sun, calm and peaceful. Her eyes were deep and spoke a language of their own, a language that cannot be heard but felt. Her lips were like petals of a freshly bloomed pink rose…my morning had a good start. I was interrupted between by thoughts. Subhamita was standing next to me.
Subhamita: Kichu vabchen mone hocche. Jol gorom hoye geche. (Looks like you are thinking something. Hot water is ready).
Me: Anuradha kar naam? (Whose name is Anuradha?)
Subhamita: Je apnake bolechilo, tar. Apnar sange ektu iarki merechilo. Kharap lageni to? (The girl who told you the name, itâs her name. She just tried to have some fun. Did you mind?)
Me: Na, kharap lageni. (No, I didnât feel bad).
She asked me to follow her. I did! She led me to the bathroom and said, âar kichu lagle dakben, ami rannaghore achi(call me if you need anything else, you will find me in the kitchen)â. She pointed out the kitchen to me and left. Rest of the day was busy. The wedding was in the evening. It was a busy day. Eventually the wedding was complete by 2:40 AM. I didnât get enough chance to talk to her but she was looking gorgeous. I did catch glimpses of her several times and was caught a few times by her. She just smiled every time our eyes met each other. I was feeling tired but there was no sleeping that night. Everyone was busy chatting and cracking jokes but somewhere deep down I wanted to talk to Subhamita.
I returned to my spot where I had a talk with Subhamita early morning. The door behind me blocked the sound waves from inside. I could only hear voices when someone laughed out loud. I heard a female voice calling my name. It wasnât Subhamita. I turned to see Anuradha smiling at me. She asked me to join them. I declined saying, I donât like crowd. To this she replied, ânot down here, upstairs…â I looked up and saw Subhamita standing on the balcony and calling me using sign language. I smiled, looked back at Anuradha and said, âletâs goâ! As we reached up, it was only Anuradha, Subhamita and my newly wed mami. I was surprised to see the emptiness but liked it.
My mami called me and started to talk. Asked me many questions. Then suddenly she pointed towards Subhamita and introduced her to me as her sister. I became sad…I didnât expect that coming. I was silent for a few moments, when mami asked me the reason for the silence. I just said that I was feeling tired. Mami asked Subhamita to show me a room where I could take rest. Within a minute I was in a separate room in a cozy bed. Subhamita left after greeting good night. She turned off the lights when she left and closed the door. My mind was flooded by thoughts – âShe is my aunt (masi), six years elder to me, but why?â My heart felt a sharp pain emerging out of grief.
The night passed with a million unanswered questions and my heart responded by opening the flood gates of my eyes. I donât know why I was crying and I donât know why I wanted her close so badly. It was morning and I left my bed and stood in the balcony. This time I had no blanket and my eyes were burning but my body was cold. I was looking through the fog, an attempt to see her and saw her coming out of the fog. Her anklets could be heard loud and clear. She noticed me, climbed the flight of stairs and walked up to me.
Subhamita: Uthe porlen? Chokh lal kano? Gorom jol lagbe? Cha banabo? (Out of bed already? Why are your eyes red? You need hot water? Tea?)
Me: Ekjon ke miss korchilam khub tai ghum hoyni. Lagbe, dutoi… (Couldnât sleep because I was missing somebody. Yes, I need both…)
Subhamita: Opekkha korun ektu, anchi. Chador gaye din, thanda lege jabe. (Please wait for sometime, I will get them for you. Take a shawl, you will catch cold.)
She turned and was about to leave when I asked, âtumi ghumaoni?â Without looking back, she said no and left. I completed the daily chores. There was not much to do. It was a light day and we had to stay for that day and the next and then we would leave for Kolkata. Two days passed and I had very little conversation with her. On the fourth day we left.
Subhamita was coming with us. I was happy. We boarded the train and time flew. I spent hours staring at her avoiding any eye contact with others. She noticed. It was already night and I was unable to sleep again. I opened the window and sat. I didnât know what time it was. I heard her voice, âKake miss korchen eto? (Who is it that you are missing so much?)â. I stopped looking out of the window and looked up. It was dark and she appeared like a shade but it was her voice.
I asked her why didnât she sleep to which she said, somebody was looking at me for long and I wanted to know why…I asked her to sit and gathered some courage to say, âitâs you I was missing…itâs you who kept me awake for three nights and tonight…â There was an uncanny silence. She stayed put in her place but none of us talked and only looked at each other occasionally. After a long period of silence, she uttered only one word, âwhy?â to which I replied, âI donât know the language that will allow me to talk to my heart and find out the answer. I can only feel…Did you even think of me for at least once during these three days?â There was again a silence. I didnât push her and we didnât talk until we reached Kolkata.
The day we reached was the reception day. Everyone rested for a few hours and by evening, everything was ready. Guests started coming, I was busy, running around, arranging things…By 1:00 AM, the place was almost a deserted land. Everyone departed. Transport was ready and it was my job to see that everyone remaining reached our place safely. I asked Subhamita to board the first cab but she declined and said, she would stay back and leave last with me.
Eventually we boarded the last cab. It was a 10-minute journey back to home. It was silent for a minute or two when she broke the silence and said, âwhy were you missing me?â. My reply was, âI donât know and I donât want to find out…did you think of me at least once?â She turned her face towards the window and went silent. I pulled myself together and placed my hand on hers. She didnât react and continued looking outside…I asked again and she replied, âami tomar masi (I am your aunt)!â I removed my hand. Now she turned and looked at me and said, âSpandan, why didnât you talk to me properly?â
Next couple of days were great. We talked, we shared, we laughed, we went to places…I accompanied her almost everywhere. We came closer but we never talked of missing or liking each other. They would leave in two days and I was feeling sad. The gloom I felt when I was going to the wedding somehow subsided with her presence. I knew what I was looking for. But the very thought of her returning brought back the grief. This time it was far denser and choking. I kept avoiding her a whole day. It was too much for her to bear that distance. At dusk, I was sitting on the terrace and was looking straight up to the sky. She came. I heard her coming. Her anklets sent me the message. In no time, she was standing next to me and asked, âboste pari? (can I sit?). I nodded yes and she sat.
Subhamita: Spandan, amar sange kotha bolcho na kano thik kore?(Spandan, why are you not talking to me properly?)
Me: Voy lagche. (I am afraid).
Subhamita: Kiser? (Afraid of what?)
Me: Tomay haranor. Chole jabe to kal. Janina ki kore sojjo korbo. (Afraid of losing you. You will leave tomorrow. I donât know how I am going to deal with that).
There was a silence but she held my hand and said, âthis relationship is not meant to workout, I am your relative and elder to you…I like you too but there is nothing we can do, can we?â As she spoke, I kept gazing at the stars. She held my chin with her other hand and said, âlook at me…â I did and she said, âwe can at least stay friends…â I didnât like those words. I didnât want her as friend. I wanted her forever, I wanted her to be with me… I stood up and left…We all had dinner and I retired to my room on the top floor.
I always loved to stay separate. I had a habit of lighting a scented candle when I felt sad and when I was alone in my room at night. That night was no different. I did the same and went to bed. I found myself sobbing and I was clutching on to my side pillow. I donât know how long I did that but then I heard a damp and low sound. Someone was knocking my door. I stood, wiped my face and opened the door. It was Subhamita standing there and looking at me…Her eyes were red and I could see that in the faint light of the candle that scantly lighted her face. I asked, âyou were crying?â to this she asked me a question, âwerenât you?â I was quiet. She stepped in and hugged me tightly, as tightly as she could and I felt her warm breaths bouncing off my left shoulder. I said, âyou should leave, someone may see us…â
She broke free from the embrace and asked, âtumi chao ami chole jai? (you want me to go?)â My jaws froze. I couldnât say a word. I just stepped forward, crossed her to close the open doors behind her and turned back. She was still standing the same way and now her back was facing me. I held her hand and made her turn towards me and pulled her to my chest and embraced her! She broke and I felt her warm tears on my almost bare chest. Her face was tucked in and she just uttered my name in a low voice, âSpandan…â My hands reached for her face and holding her cheeks, I lifted her face. Her eyes were closed, lips closed and she was breathing heavily.
I kissed her eyebrows and her lips parted slightly in anticipation. I scooped out a teardrop from her left cheek with my right index finger. It was glittering like a piece of diamond because of the candle light reflecting from it. I didnât kiss her lips but rather kissed her cheeks and licked the tears…they were salty but they were for me, coming out of a heart that was beautiful. Her lips were still parted and I slowly placed mine over them. She opened her lips a little more to accommodate mine. As our lips locked, she tightened her embrace and our souls met each other. We kissed as if there was no tomorrow. Lips locked with our tongues exploring each other, we stood there for some time. Our mouths became the confluence of our streams of saliva. Her hands were roaming the free ground of my back and so were mine. We werenât following each other but our hands moved in perfect harmony. They seemed one, touching each others body at the same place at the same time. We caressed each others neck and shoulder.
I have no idea of how long we kissed but eventually it ended. There was a silence. I broke it and said, âSubhamita, ami dekhte chai tomay, matha theke paa obdhi, thik jerom vabe ei prithibi te esechile, serom vabe (Subhamita, I want to see you, head to toe, exactly the same way you came to this earth)â. She stepped back a few steps to reach near the candle. I could see her more clearly now. She understood what I meant and didnât say a word. She started undressing herself. She was wearing a salwar kameej. She extended her hands to her back and pulled down the zip of her kameez and dropped it to the floor. She pulled the string of her salwar and loosened the knot and allowed it to fall freely. She was in her inners, black, laced…My eyes were fixed at her as she undid her inners and stepped out of the heap of clothes at her feet. She then lifted her hands to untie her hair and allowed it to cascade down. Removed the necklace and a solitary bangle she was wearing. She had already removed her anklets before coming to my room. Now she was in her full glory. Not a thread on her body.
The dancing flame of the candle lighted up half her body from her right. The left was scantly lit. Her body looked like a playground of light and shade. I kneeled down and my hands came together as if I was praying. Tears rolled out of my eyes…She was a goddess standing in front of me. Not an ounce of fat anywhere. The glory of the skin on her hands was far surpassed by the glory of the skin on her body. Her breasts looked like to small doves sleeping, unaware of my presence…her thighs so perfectly crafted, her feet crossing each other and her hands crossed, attempting to hide her womanhood…I could feel the dilemma, the conflict between her mind and heart. Her shame was not allowing her to reveal her most sacred part but her love wanted her hands to move. Her hair was dark and long, straight and shining, covering more than half her body from back. She was an angel. Every curve of her front was perfect. Her eyes were gazing at the floor. I said, âSubhamita, amar dike takao, hat sorao…(look at me, remove you hands)â… She shook her head in defiance and I said, âplease…â She lifted her face and looked at me. I noticed a faint smile on her face. She slowly removed her hands and there she was…the most beautiful creation of nature, standing in front of me…
I stood up and walked up to her. My eyes still drinking her beauty. I took her face in my hands and lifted her face. She closed her eyes first and slowly opened them to look straight into my eyes and murmured, âkamon laglo amake (did you like me)?â I said, âtomar soundorjo shobder urdhe ar ami kichu bole ei oporup soundorjo k opoman korte chai na (your beauty is beyond words and I donât want to insult this boundless beauty with words)â. She was left speechless. She embraced me and kissed my lips momentarily and then whispered into my ears, âtahole ei soundorjo k sompurno kore dao aj (then today make this beauty complete)â. I lifted her in my arms and took her to bed. Made her lay down on her back and I climbed up the bed. I started kissing her from forehead and kissed every inch of her face and then locked her lips with mine. Her hands were caressing my hair and then followed the contours of my back to reach for my waist. She tried to pull up my vest. I broke the kiss and sat straight next to her on my knees.
I removed my vest and my shorts. I was stark naked as was she. She looked at my manhood. It was in its full glory. It wasnât very big nor very thick. Just average but was ready to dive in. She smiled. None of us were in a hurry. I gazed at her body and first time I tried to guess her vital stats. It should have been 32-28-32. This time her left side was clearly visible and her right was scantly lit. I rested my body by her side on her left and started kissing her face again. This time too, I kissed every inch of her face and then finally her lips. Pink and soft, they were inviting and open to greet mine. As I kissed her, my left hand kept exploring the sides of her body. Tips of my fingers touched the outer boundary of her right breast and along the line moved all the way down to her waist. The aroma of her body had already taken over the scent of the candle.
I broke the kiss and started kissing her neck and shoulders and moved down to her chest. The sleeping doves were awake and very much aware of my presence. They responded and had already lifted their head. Her nipples were erect and hard. I lifted my body and positioned myself on top of her but did not put my weight on her. My hands took my body weight and so did my knees. She parted her legs and cleared some space for me. I rested my legs between hers. I saw her closely. Her nipples were light brown in color complimenting her milky white radiant skin. The tiny hairs on hands were standing in response to my touches. Her breasts were in rhythm, rising and falling as she breathed. I started kissing between her breasts that were firm and round. I shifted my weight to my left hand and took my head down to plant a kiss on her right nipple.
I started licking her nipple and sucked on it softly. I felt her breathing become fast and heavy. My right hand by now reached for her left breast involuntarily and my thumb and my index finger started playing with her left nipple. Sometimes I pressed her left breast while sucking on the right breast gently and licking the nipple teasingly. I continued for some time and then changed directions. This time, my mouth was on her left breast and my left hand took charge of her right breast. The contrasting combination of softness of her breasts and hardness of her nipples along with their perfect shape and the intoxicating aroma of her skin, took complete control of my senses. All this time, she was caressing my hair with one hand and clutching on to the bed sheet with the other. There was no sound coming out of her mouth but the rhythm of her breasts rising and falling became intense. I continued fondling, sucking and licking her breasts alternately and I could have continued for eternity but time was our enemy.
I moved back to where I started and planted a kiss between her breasts and started moving down, licking and kissing her skin alternately, along the central meridian of her body until I reached her navel. Never before did I see one as beautiful as the one right in front of me. A pause of a moment or two and I planted a kiss on her navel and then my tongue followed to lick every corner of that beautiful belly button. She shivered! I could see the muscles of her stomach contracting and expanding rapidly, responding to my tongueâs playful moves. And while I did this, my left hand crawled up to cup and fondle her right breast. The fingertips of my right hand caressed her left thigh with feather touch.
She was losing control, she wanted more…she murmured my name, her eyes were closed and the fingers of her both hands combed through my hair, sometimes clutching on them hard and sometimes running between them on my scalp. For sometime I continued playing with her navel and moved slightly down to reach for her lower abdomen and her waistline. I lost words, I lost my moves…Her waist looked magical! Her lower abdomen was perfectly toned…Together they looked no less than a sculpted perfection, a marvel of Natureâs creation. I kissed and licked and kissed and licked…I donât know for how long but I didnât want to stop.
Without touching her womanhood, her sacred ground, I moved to her thighs and legs, perfect in shape, perfect in color. I kissed them to moved down slowly to the very tip of her toes. I kissed them individually and took them in my mouth…My tongue played with them, my saliva met them wet…Every toe of her legs were artistic. As my tongue continued to play with the toes, I looked back at her naked body and scanned through her entire length. She was still breathing heavily and looked like a goddess, the goddess of sex and lust…
She was yet to experience more and I looked at her womanhood, her love triangle – perfectly shaved and the petals closed tightly, waiting for someone to explore the beauty hidden there. I left her toes and keeping my body weight on my hands and knees, I moved forward to reach for her love triangle. She opened her eyes and smiled and parted her legs. I positioned myself between her legs and before I could lower my face, she said, âSpandan, eta amar prothombar… (Spandan, this is my first time…)â I got the hint. She wanted me to go slow.
I nodded in acknowledgement and lowered my face. She wasnât ready for this. She stopped my face just inches above her womanhood with her hands and asked, âeta ki korcho? (what are you doing?)â I looked at her and uttered only one word, âkiss…â. She was surprised. Probably she didnât know that something like that could happen and said, âkintu okhane? (but there?)â. I didnât say a word. I just grabbed her hands and cleared my path and before she knew, I kissed her triangle. It was warm…There was a pungent yet intoxicating smell. I licked across the length of her womanhood and she let out a low moan. I repeated and decided to take a mouthful…As I did, she experienced pleasure she didnât experience till now.
I held her legs and pushed them back towards her chest and she responded by holding them there. I used my fingers to open the folded petals of her womanhood and saw my prize…her clit, pinkish…I touched it with the tip of my tongue and her whole body trembled. There was no stopping me now. My tongue had unrestricted access and full control. I played with her clit…licked it, sucked it, touched it, smelled it…I did everything that occurred to my mind and to every single touch, her body twitched and shivered.
I extended my right hand up to her chest and fondled her left breast and brought down my left hand and placed my middle finger right at the entrance of her hot and inviting love tunnel. She was already dripping wet as I noticed a few wet patches on the bed sheet. I inserted my finger gradually and she let out a deep resonating moan that echoed through the walls of my room. I felt the walls of her warm and wet tunnel contracting on my finger. I felt her tightness. I started a rhythmic move with my finger and she continued her low moaning. The entrance was wet and slippery and I managed to insert my index finger too. I continued the slow rhythmic move and allowed my tongue to continue playing with her clitoris simultaneously. Gradually I increased my speed and her moans became deeper. My right hand continued to caress the doves on her chest.
After a few minutes of exploring her wet tunnel, I felt a tight grip on my fingers. Her body was gradually becoming stiff, her grip on my hair tightened and she wrapped her legs around my shoulder. I didnât stop and her pressure kept building. A few more strokes and she let out a louder moan, pulled my face deep into her love triangle and in no time my face was all wet with jets of love juices splashing out from the depths of her love tunnel. Her body was shaking vigorously, her head was back, her chest slightly lifted in air…
I continued stroking her as her juices continued to drip from my fingers. It was a strong orgasm and she was almost drained out of her energy. Her convulsions subsided gradually and she lay flat on her back…her moans had stopped but she was breathing heavily with her eyes closed. I sat up and reached for my vest lying beside us. I wiped my face and went up and lay down on her right. I looked at her and kissed her forehead. She opened her eyes and smiled. I could see satisfaction on those lips and those deep dark eyes looked happy…She turned to my side and look at me into my eyes and her left hand searched for my manhood. It was not longer in its full glory but her touch sprinkled some life into it. It was wake but yet to stand. She looked down and then back into my eyes and smiled. She knew it was her turn to return the favor. She sat up using the support of her right hand and came between my legs holding my manhood in a loose grip. She asked with a naughty smile, âis he virgin?â I replied, âhe is about to lose it…â
Without spending a word she bent down and brought her lips close to the tip of my manhood. She pulled back the foreskin and saw a drop of precum oozing out. She used her tongue to spread it all over the pinkish head of my manhood and kissed the tip. A shock of electricity ran all the way up to my brain traveling through my spine. Keeping her lips closed and touching the tip of my penis, she pushed down her head and I saw her lips parting and wrapping around the head of my penis. The head gradually disappeared into her mouth and I felt her tongue playing with it. After a few minutes, she pushed down further and took the whole length of my manhood in her mouth.
I felt the muscles inside her mouth pressing hard on my shaft. She started moving her head up and down rhythmically with her muscles of her mouth still pressing on my semi-erect shaft. This created a friction strong enough to give it more life. I felt my shaft expanding in girth and length and so did she…she took her left hand down to my balls and started caressing them and used the nails of her right hand to lightly scratch my chest, navel and lower abdomen. Occasionally she left my balls and used her nails of her left hand to do that scratching magic on my right inner thighs. In no time my shaft was rock hard and I could feel its tip hitting her upper throat.
She continued sucking my shaft the same way. There was no variation and I could make out that she was doing this for the first time but it was still heavenly. She often continued to play with the hair on my chest and used her nails around my manly nipples to make them erect. I felt my pressure building pretty quickly and I told her that I was about to cum. She did not increase her speed of sucking but instead tightened her mouthâs grip around it and continued to tickle my balls. A few more strokes and my balls twitched. I felt a warmth around my anus and my balls expanded a little and rose towards the base of my shaft. I extended my hands and held her head in place. She was in no mood to remove her mouth either.
My body convulsed and my shaft shot out jets of warm cum into her mouth right into her throat. Jets after jets of cum continued to flow and she had no option but to drink some and some dripped out from the corners of her lips. She stayed in position until my convulsions stopped. I could not feel my legs for a while. She rose and sat on her knees. Her lips were glittering with my cum and she took my vest to clean whatever was left on her face and whatever fell out on my balls, my shaft and the bed. I understood that she didnât like playing dirty she did whatever she did out of love and gratefulness of the pleasure I made her experience a few minutes ago.
She looked at me and we smiled. Talking wasnât necessary because our souls did that for us. We were both happy and we could feel that. She crawled up to my left side and looked at me…She came close to me and took me in a tight embrace. She started kissing my earlobes and my right hand started feeling her bare back. She whispered into my ears… âSpandan, ami aj rate sompurno nari hote chai (Spandan, I want to become a complete woman tonight)â. Her words gave me inexplicable joy and satisfaction that I searched for years. I didnât speak a word but instead smooched her. She responded well and our tongues met. I could feel the faint taste of my own cum on her tongue. It had a salty and sour taste but I didnât mind it. Love and passion was controlling our bodies and we were yearning for closeness. We had it but somewhere deep, both of us knew its fate.
She rolled on top of me and started kissing the same way I kissed her before and after a long session of playful games between her lips and tongue and my skin, she eventually reached my navel and lower abdomen. She started teasing me with her tongue and used her nails to agitate my inner thighs. She kissed my thighs up to my toes and back to my inner thighs and then took my balls in her mouth and started sucking and licking them while stroking my shaft in long, slow and rhythmic motion.
She moved up to my shaft and took its pink head in mouth and started kissing and sucking on it. This gradually started to pump in new bouts of life into my half-dead shaft. This time she turned a little more skillful and licked it along its length and alternately kept sucking its head and my balls. Within a few minutes, my manhood was throbbing with life. It was rock hard and was ready for gliding in. I made Subhamita lay down on her back with one quarter of her hips hanging out from the edge of the bed. I stood on the floor between her legs. I took her left leg and guided it around my waist and lifted her other leg and placed it on my shoulder. I rubbed her clit with my finger and she trembled. The tip of shaft was touching the entrance of her love tunnel and there was a heat radiating out of it. She repeated, âSapandan, eta amar prothombar (Spandan, this is my first time)…â
I replied this time and said, âektu betha hobe (it will hurt a little)…â To this she said, âjani kintu ei jontrona ta amar sara jiboner sobtheke priyo smriti hoye thakbe (I know but this pain will become the most beautiful memory of my life).â There was a silence and I felt her love…She broke the silence and said, âki vabcho? (what are you thinking?)â. I said, âSubhamita, condom nei… (Subhamita, I donât have a condom…)â She took down her right leg from my shoulder and used her hands to lift her body. Wrapped her legs around me and with left hand held my throbbing shaft and used her right hand to pull my head towards her and planted a kiss on my lips. She said, âCondom thakleo ami ota byabohar korte ditam na Spandan. Ami tomay nijer moddhe unovob korte chai. Condom thakle amader ei milon ta osompurno thakbe. (Even if you had a condom, I wouldnât have allowed you to use it. I want to feel you inside me. Condom will only make this bonding incomplete).â
I never felt so complete in my life. I smiled back and kissed her lips and then pushed her back. She was back in her initial position with her right leg resting on my shoulder and her left leg wrapped around my waist. Her heel was pressed on my hip. I positioned myself nicely between her legs and my shaftâs head was kissing the entrance of her womanhood. I held my shaft with right hand and with my left held her right thigh that was resting against my chest. I guided my shaft with my hand with a small swing of my waist, a part of the tip entered slightly into her already wet love tunnel. Her body jerked a bit and she started breathing heavily. I used small strokes and managed to push the bulging head of my shaft inside. The remaining was still waiting outside. She was a virgin and I had to be slow. As I kept pushing in, her faced started turning red and she tightly clutched on to the bed sheet. She was in pain as her body was, for the first time, accommodating a foreign object. Though my shaft wasnât too big and thick, it was still quite big considering that the tunnel it was entering had never been explored before.
Since I was an amateur and it was my first time, I didnât know much. I tried pushing in my shaft with small strokes with a gradual increase in thrust force. I failed and it was only increasing the pain for her. She opened her eyes and gathered her voice and said, push harder. I obeyed and pulled out my shaft leaving only the head. She anticipated my move and clutched on to the bed with all her strength and I tried to relax her pelvic muscles. I held her right thigh with both my hands and with one full and forceful swing of my waist, I pushed the entire length of my shaft inside her. I could feel her hymen breaking open. She gasped and her body reacted. Her whole body arched up in air, her nipples pointing straight up, her face and neck all turned red and I saw tears flowing out from the corners of her eyes tightly closed.
She stayed that way for a few seconds but I released my grip from her thighs and used my right hand to hold her waist. With my left hand still holding her thigh, I bent forward to kiss her navel. She gained back her breath and lowered her body. I stayed in position for another few seconds and started pulling out my shaft. As I did, I noticed it was smeared with blood. I again pulled it out leaving only the tip inside and with another full swing, thrusted my shaft balls deep into her. It was unexpected for her and she let out a cry and her body responded the same way it did for the first time. But this time, she lowered her body sooner and her tunnel fully accommodated my shaft which was throbbing inside her. I started a slow rhythmic motion. Her pain started to subside and she too started to thrust her hips on my thighs. As I gradually kept increasing my speed, she responded with low moans.
It was warm and wet and heavenly inside her. The muscles inside her warm hole were gripping my shaft from every side. As I kept thrusting in and out, her beautiful breasts moved back and forth and the room filled with the ecstatic moans. She would often bite her lower lips, call my name is sheer pleasure and I kept changing my speed frequently to prevent the pressure in my balls building up rapidly. My balls continued to bounce off her hips every time I shoved my shaft balls deep in her. It wasnât just us! Our shadows on the wall were also making love, they were also having coitus. My dick kept probing her inner treasures.
After around 10 minutes, I was tired and so, I asked her to change position. She just agreed and in no time I was laying flat on my back and she adjusted herself on my top as if riding a horse. She held my shaft and guided it straight to the entrance of her womanhood. She lowered herself on it and I saw it gradually disappearing inside her. She jumped and bounced on my shaft and her breasts jumped together in perfect harmony. She tilted her head back and kept her balance by holding my hands with finger locks. Her hair fully covered her back and my thighs and legs behind her. She was a goddess, sex goddess.
After a few minutes of riding, she leaned forward to cover my bare chest with hers. Her hair tripped from her back and covered me entirely. She locked her lips with mine and her tongue started probing my mouth but she never stopped. With our upper bodies tightly embraced and her perfect breasts pressed against me, she continued the up and down rhythmic motion of her ass on my shaft. As her hips bounced on me, the room got filled with her moans and the sound of skin clashing with skin. She was soon tired and asked me to change positions. This time we were in missionary position. I rested my body weight on my hand Rest of my body was behind her.
I shifted my weight on one hand and used the other to guide my shaft insider her warm and wet love tunnel while her legs were wide open. Her triangle was oozing with her juices and my entry was smooth and unrestricted. As I entered her, she wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her feet. One of her heels was pressing on my tail bone and she used all her strength and used her legs to push me deeper inside her. Our eyes were fixed on each other and she had a beautiful smile on her face, a smile of satisfaction, pleasure and ecstasy. She just murmured, âharder…â. I lowered my upper body on her bare skin and extended my hands from above her shoulder to hold her head. I brought down a shower of kisses on her face and eventually locked my lips with hers. Her nails were caressing my bare back and I used all my energy to ram her. I went deeper and deeper into her with each thrust while I kept grinding her body with my weight. Her moans were clearly audible to me.
After a few minutes of passionate and tiring love making, I felt a warm tingling around my anus and my shaft started growing thicker inside her. She felt the throbbing and increase in girth of my shaft and tightened the grips of her vaginal muscles on my shaft. I increased my speed as much as I could and stroked inside her as hard as I could. Her moans started growing louder and she kept repeating, âyes, harder, harder…aro jore, Spandan, aro jore…themo na please (harder Spandan, harder…donât stop). She tightened her leg grip and her nails dug deep in my skin, her body stiffened…I could hold no longer and spurted out jets of hot semen in her slippery, warm and moist love tunnel. My body convulsed and my shaft throbbed…As my hot semen erupted inside her, her body jerked and convulsed and she tightened her grip on me so much that I found myself almost choked and gasping. The hot flowing semen triggered another orgasm for her and I felt her love juices splashing on my shaft. Body of us were drained and I collapsed completely on her, our bodies still returning to normal as they continued to shake involuntarily in smaller successions.
Both of us were breathing heavily and tightly embraced each other. We stayed there for some time with my shaft still inside her and, after we regained our breaths, we returned to kissing frenzy that lasted for quite some time. I rolled over to her right and she stayed in her position. Her face still had a reddish glow and her body was wet with sweat and so was mine. Small droplets of perspiration appeared on her forehead and chest. The were glittering like small diamonds in the dancing flame of the candle. I was still in a state of trance because of the aroma emanating from her sweat-smeared body.
I placed my hand on her stomach and she shivered once again and looked at me with a smile. She whispered my name into her ear… âSpandan…â I replied with a sound… âhmm…â Tumi amay aj sompurno korle (You made me complete today)! I saw a tear drop rolling out from the corner of her eye… That was not because of a guilty feeling but because of love, affection and agony. I couldnât hold back either…I felt the same and drops of tears rolled out of my eyes…We went silent and then embraced each other…Subhamita, my aunt, became my soul mate and it was the birth of an eternal love that was destined to stay incomplete!
Well friends, that was my story! Real or fake, it is all up to you to decide for you are the master of your thoughts. Just a small piece of confession…neither was her name Subhamita and nor am I Spandan. I just used these pseudonyms to maintain our secrecy! If you have anything to say, feel free to comment or mail me at celestialthoughts [at] hotmail [dot] com.
From Aunt To Soul Mate – Birth Of Eternal Love