Hi ISS readers, I think all you know me. For the new readers, at first I introduce myself. I am Moni, late 40 and 5’-7”. I was born in a middle class Bangladeshi Muslim family and serving in a public organization. My whole life is lustful indeed. As I gained some practical experience about sex at my childhood, I became a sex-maniac and whenever I got chance I tried to fuck any aged girls or women with many tricks without applying force or at least to peep the uncovered boobs and pussies from hidden places when they change attires.
I always find the chance to touch teats and breasts of sleeping girls or women. I think always believe “sex is one kind of art”. So I want to share the real stories of those incidents of my life with yours. I assure you that every tale will give you a full satisfaction.
Dear readers, the conversations of the story obviously were in ‘Bangla’, some places I have used ‘Bangla’ as happened and translated into ‘English’, otherwise I have tried to use translated English.
Every year a village fair (Mela) has been arranged at the bank of the river Zamuna on the occasion of relinquishment of “Durga”, in the day of ‘Dashami’. The fair is large in size and continued for next one week. Though the place of the fair is about five kilometer far from our village, I went to observe the fair regularly in my early age. Visitors from far distances come to observe the fair by boat and there gathered huge boat in the river, the scene is very charming.
There are many arrangements for giving pleasure to the visitors. On the river side the stalls of sweets, particularly ‘Rosogolla’ (a round sweet dipped into juice) and on-the-spot prepared crispy “Zilapi” (a coil like juicy sweet) is the main attraction. On the other hand, there is a great attraction for village girls and that is the sops of “Glass Bangles”, “Head Ribbons”, “Lac-dye”, “Lipstick” etc. The adolescent village girls eagerly wait for the day of the fair and around the year they deposit extra money to spend in the fair.
More so, “Circus”, “Puppet-show”, “Merry-go-round”, “Bull Fight” and other some arrangements are done for extra enjoyment. But all over that the biggest source of the joy is the “Zatrapala” (an open-air drama show with dance). A large tent is made which is tightly surrounded with corrugated tin and a dais is made at the center of the tent. Usually historical dramas are played in the Zatrapala. Some girls with short dresses and heavy make-up dance in between the intervals of the drama. Usually from 10 PM the girls start their dance and the main drama starts after the midnight and ends at the dawn.
In my college days (14 to 20 years of age) I regularly visited that particular fair. There was another great attraction for me. After the dusk the fair comes to its full figure. The passages in between the shops are filled with crowd and visitors walk both direction. So anybody becomes face-to-face once upon a time. This was the great chance for me. I walked within the crowd and the crowd was so packed that nobody can avoid huddling others and I squeezed various sizes of tits of the village girls who walked for searching their desired things to buy. Though I always walked and squeezed the tits of the village girls but they never reacted, I don’t know what the reason is. They may like the squeezing their tits by males.
In 1978, I had gone to the fair and was walking through the crowd and squeezing the tits of village girls. I always went the fair wearing lungi to hide my identity; the innocent village girls don’t like the literate ones. So my attire was looked like a village boy. The crowd of girls is maximized at the glass bangles shop. So I went to that area for targeting my pray. Suddenly a wingless fairy was caught by my eyesight. She was a real beauty of village. She wore a red-black striped shari and her hairs were tied with red ribbons. How nice she was looked, I can’t express in words here.
I went to the girl and stood beside her, she was choosing some glass bangles. A young man was accompanied her and he was showing his inability to choose the bangles. I took the chance and when she picked up a bunch of red-yellow striped bangles I offered her “egulii tomake khub sundor manabe” (these would be perfectly matched with you). The girl turned towards me and smiled at me. She asked “sotti koytacen” (really talking)? “Sotti bolci, tumi to khub sundor, je kono churii tomake manay, tobuo aguli beshi manabe” (truly speaking, you are very beautiful, any of the bangles matches you but these would match more).
The young man with the girl smiled and told “bhai bachailen, onekkhon dhore or churi posondoi hochhilo na. Ta bhaijaner nam ki, gon grame bari” (brother, you have saved me, she could not choose the perfect bangles for a long time. So brother, what is your name, where you from)? I pointed my right index finger towards my remote village and told “ami oi Koladi theke aschi mela dekhar jonnyo, amar nam Moni” (I have come from Koladi to visit the fair, my name is Moni). The young man smiled and introduced him “amar nam Bashir, pashei amar shoshur bari, o amar istri Ayesha, notun bia hoyse to tai melay beraite asci. (I am Bashir, my father-in-law’s home is near, she is my wife Ayesha, we are newly married and came to enjoy the fair). I took the opportunity and told “appropriate name, really your wife is ‘Ayesha’ (beautiful)”, Ayesha lightly ashamed and her cute cheek blushed.
Bashir proposed me to accompany them and choose things for his wife Ayesha. We walked in the fair for about one hour and Ayesha bought some household items and toys. Then I offered them to have some hot and crispy ‘Zilapi‘. They agreed and within this time we became very closely related. When we sat in the sweet shop Bashir told his wife to sit in between him and me. The shopkeeper served the Zilapi in one plate and we sat densely to take the sweet. While I was taking the sweet I often touched Ayesha’s arm and shoulder but she didn’t react for that.
Then we enjoyed merry-go-round and watched the puppet show. In the puppet-show Ayesha sat in between me and Bashir. By this time she became closer and easier to me. It was 8 PM and Ayesha opined to watch the ‘Zatrapala’. At first Bashir hesitated and about to deny but Ayesha argued to watch the Zatrapala. Bashir showed the cause of cold and food, otherwise they brought the things they bought. Ayesha told her husband “tumi barit jaoga, jinisguli raikha duida chador ar kicu shukna khabar niye aso, ami Moni bhair loge boia thahi, jao taratari gele taratari firte parba” (go to our home, drop the things there and return with two shawls and some dry foods, I will wait here with Moni bhai, the sooner you go the sooner you may return).
Bashir disappeared in the dark, I felt some cold. Because that was the last of October and the cold breeze was flowing from the river side. I offered Ayesha to sit anywhere. We went out from the crowd of fair and walked for about five minutes and sat on a log of dead tree. Ayesha huddled up beside me and I felt the touch of her soft body, which was the cause of my arousal. I asked about her family and education and she informed me that she is the oldest child among five of his father. Among her siblings two is brother and to is sister. She studied in class six but his parents suddenly settled her marriage with Bashir and she got married only one month ago and she was then only fifteen.
I also gave my identity and she became very impressed when she came to know that I am a college student and I liked her very much. I was also admiring always about her beauties. While talking, I intentionally held her little finger of left hand as she was at my right side and observed either she remove her finger or not. But Ayesha didn’t remove her finger, instead of she grabbed my right palm and I then inserted my right hand fingers within her left hand fingers and pressed. That was very crucial moment for me. I thought if I would make a little mistake the whole plan would be go in vein.
I softly asked her about her husband Bashir, that was very important for me that if she likes her husband very much then she would never want to give me any chance. But what she told me, I realized that Bashir was a foolish type man and this type of mans don’t be liked by girls. Otherwise no sensible man can leaves his beautiful wife alone to an unknown person in the dark night, it proved his foolishness. In fact, I know better, how to impress a girl by words, so Ayesha was easily enthralled by me within that two hours and fully convinced towards me. It made easy to fulfill my libidinous desire.
The night was dark and only the lights of fair place were seen from the place where we sat on. The place was very solitary and there was no chance to presence of any man. I dragged Ayesha’s left hand and stuck under my right arm. Astonishing me she leaned her head on my right shoulder and hugged my right hand, it was exquisitely pleasure for me, I felt slight soft touch of her tits. The moment was very important for me and I didn’t want to spoil the chance. So I turned my face right side and holding her chin with my left hand pressed her head slightly upwards and her nose reached my lips first and planted a deep kiss on her nose.
Ayesha didn’t keep her control and she raised her head and then I could get her cheeks and lips for kissing, she quivered in ecstasy. I hugged her tightly and drenched her whole face with kisses; she was very much pleased and started kissing me. I took her juicy lips into my mouth and began to suck. Then I gained enough courage to take my last step and I kept my left hand on her right tit and applied soft press. No impediment came from her side and I applied the full pressure and began to squeeze her tit. At the same time we both sucked our lips and tongues.
Suddenly I halted and told her that Bashir may come back and find us. Ayesha told me in disappointed tone that it may be and we must have to return at the fair. We got up and Ayesha again hugged me and kissed me, I hugged her tightly and whispered into her ear “ami tomake valobese feleci, tomar biye na holeyi ami khushi hotam” (I have already loved you, I would be glad if you wouldn’t be married). She exhaled a long breath and told “cholen jai” (let’s go). I seemed any time she would began to weep, so we returned to the fair. Within 10 minutes Bashir appeared at the place where he left us. He carried the things what Ayesha told him.
I didn’t allow Bashir to buy ticket and I bought three tickets for us. We entered into the arena and the place was crowded as that was the first night and I thought we didn’t get suitable place to sit. So I proposed Bashir that we can sit on the ground adjacent to the boundary wall. The dais left very far from the place but none of them cared about that. Bashir was not interested about drama, he minutely watched the dance of the girls who were short dressed and dangling their large boobs. Ayesha sat between us and we three leaned with the boundary wall, though the corrugated tin of the wall was cold.
After about one hour the drama “Mayer Chokhe Jol” started, it was a historical drama and the actors and actresses were extraordinary dressed which were glittering in the light. Bashir brought two shawls, he gave me one and rapped his own body with others. He never thought about his lovely wife Ayesha. After about one hour, it may be 1:30 AM I heard the snoring sound of Bashir and found that he was sleeping with opened mouth. I called Ayesha and showed that, she smiled and told that her husband can’t be wake in night. I told her to make a pillow with straw and let him lie down on the ground.
Ayesha made a pillow and jerked Bashir’s body slightly, Bashir wake up and when he saw the arrangement of sleeping, without any word he lay down on the ground covering his full body with the shawl and fell asleep with noisy snore. Ayesha scolded Bashir by “Nadan”. Then I inquired if Ayesha felt cold or not and she informed me that she felt slight cold. I shared my shawl with her and she snuggled to me, I hugged her. The place was far from the audience and it was quite dark and the audience immersed in drama acting, so none watched us, it was also impossible for them for darkness and distance.
Within half an hour Ayesha informed me that she was feeling drowsy. I told her to lie down on the ground, her husband was sleeping deeply, I think he might felt that he was sleeping in his own bed. Ayesha lain on the ground and rested her head on my thigh. I stooped forward and kissed on her cheek, nose and lips. Her whole body was covered under shawl, so I took the opportunity and placed my hand on her breast and began to squeeze. Ayesha placed her hand on my hand and began to caress slightly.
After few minutes Ayesha unbuttoned her blouse and rolled her body slightly to make easy for me to unhook her bra. I became very amazed that village girls don’t wear bra but Ayesha has worn bra. I removed the bra over her breasts and made bare. Then I used my both hands to squeeze and smash her both breasts at a time. Meanwhile my 7” long penis erected hard like a steel mast and made a tent with my lungi. Ayesha stretched her hand upwards and got the rigid pole there and she grabbed it and began to press and moved her hand up and down.
Ayesha also wanted to get the touch of my bare penis and she released my penis and inserted her hand beneath my lungi and got it and began to press. It was very crucial moment for both of us and we both wanted to reach the final destination of our sexual emotion. So Ayesha got up and turned her position of lying i.e. she then placed her waist towards me and head towards Bashir. It was not the time to play more foreplay but we had to hurry for our goal. So I dragged her shari and petticoat upwards at her waist and I placed my waist in between her legs, there was ample space for my body.
I parted her legs wider. My penis was standing straight upwards for its rigidity, so I had to bend my penis to set its tip with Ayesha’s pussy hole. I touched her delicate pussy with my left hand and felt that it was covered with silky trimmed pubic hairs and the clitoris was big one and muscled. The orifice of the pussy canal was filled and slippery with oozing pre-cum juices from her pussy canal and it was well lubricated. I inserted my index of my left hand into the pussy hole and she shivered in ecstasy. I also dragged my finger through the cleft line of the pussy and titillated the clitoris to stimulate.
Ayesha was so horny that she became unstable and wanted to insert my penis soon. So I didn’t make any delay and setting my penis head at the orifice of her pussy hole (which was seriously lubricated) I shoved my circumcised strawberry shaped pointed penis head easily into the hole. Then holding her waist with my both hand tightly I gave a heavy jolt and the quarter part of my penis inserted into her pussy hole. My 2” diameter fat penis might hurt her and she screamed in a lower tome IIISSSHHHHH OOHHHHH. I didn’t care about the screaming and dragged back my penis a little and again thrust my penis, I did it few times till my penis inserted into her pussy hole till its root. I felt my penis head was pressing her womb.
I stretched my hand and grabbed Ayesha’s both plump breasts and tried to move my waist, but it was so difficult to move waist without attracting others attention. I could move a little pace but it did not produce the desired pleasure because it was quite unable to move my waist fast. Ayesha became impatient and requested me to fuck her hard. So I told her about the difficulty and warned her that if I would apply full movement then someone must be understood and they wouldn’t spare us for doing the illegal act.
Ayesha became so impatient that she got up from the ground and yanked out my penis from her pussy and told “Cholen baire jai” (lets go outside). I asked her “keu sondeho korbe na to” (if anyone would doubt us)? She smiled and told “ami chador muri diye jabo, keu bujhte parbe na” (I will cover my body with the shawl, nobody could understand). I asked her again “kintu tomar shamir ki hobe” (but what about your husband)? She smiled and told “o morar moto ghumai, sokal hobar aage jagbe na, totokkhone amra fire asbo, taratari cholen” (he sleeps like a dead, he wouldn’t wake before dawn, meanwhile we should return, be hurry).
Ayesha stood up and covered her full body with head with the shawl. Then we slowly went out through the gate. There was none at the gate and nobody showed interest about us. I asked Ayesha “kondike jabe” (what way we will go)? Mymany grabbed my hand and told “amar sathe asen” (come with me). She guided me towards the village and we crossed some fields and after walking about 10 minutes I saw a hut there. It might be used by the farmers at the harvest time and then that was abandoned, they would use that at the next harvest time.
We entered into the hut, though the boundary of the hut was broken and spoiled but there was enough cover and I felt safe there. The ground was covered with plenty of straw and that was very soft. I hugged Ayesha and began to kiss; she also began to kiss me by hugging me tightly. She had to stand on her toe to reach my lips. She had in her bare body because she didn’t wear her blouse while came out from the arena. She only covered her body with the shawl and came out, so when I removed the shawl and shari I could grab her bare breasts and I began to squeeze hard.
Then I bent forward and took Ayesha’s one nipple into my mouth and began to suck. She was very horny and didn’t want to give me ample time for foreplay. So I laid her on the straw bed on her back and she herself parted her legs wider to give me easy access in between her thighs. I sat in between her thighs and again shoved my iron-hard penis into her well lubricated pussy hole, I felt that her oozing pre-cum rolled down along her thighs and became sticky there. I began to drive my penis through her pussy hole with heavy jolt. I was dragging out my penis till its head and again thrust it till its base. The friction between our sexual organ produced some thppat thappt thappat thap thap pokkk pokkk pokkkat pokkkat sounds.
Ayesha was moaning loudly ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah. I was randomly driving my penis through her pussy hole, the pussy wall grasped my pensi tightly and I was feeling the tightness of the pussy and enjoying much. I was kneading her breasts and screwed her nipples and she was crying in ecstasy. She was waving her waist at the same measure. I asked Ayesha “kosto pacco naki” (are you feeling difficulties)? She whispered “na, moja lagce” (no, I’m enjoying). I didn’t avoid to poke her “keno tomar shami moja deyna) “why, doesn’t your husband give you joy)? “daey, kintu eto na” (does, but not so much like you).
I lain on her bare chest and her soft breasts smashed with my chest and I began to kiss her as well as I was driving my penis frequently. After few minutes I rolled her body on her flank and I lifted her one leg on my arm and her foot placed on my shoulder and started fucking at that position. The position let the penis insert into the deep of the pussy canal and she was groaning then. I was driving my penis so hard that the groin was colliding with her pussy lips. Soon came to the orgasm and began to scuffle with her waist and I grabbed her waist tightly.
She began to scream in a low tone and waved her waist with the rhythm of my penis and with a serious jerk she spurted her ejection and grabbed me tightly with spasm. She bit my hand and then she calmed. I drove my penis within her tight pussy for about one minute and ejected on the ground. Then I sat on the straw bed and she was lying resting her head on my thighs. She looked so tired and lying closed her eyes for about 10 minutes. I offered her to return but she requested me to hold her for more some time.
I was holding her tightly and my carnal desire again poked me to fuck her again and without my consciousness I began to press and caress her breasts and she also became horny within 45 minutes. Once she started kissing me and invited me to fuck her again. I fucked the innocent village girl again who was as much beautiful as like a fairy and it was near the dawn when we return the ‘jatra pandel’. Bashir was sleeping deeply and he would never know about his wife spent the whole night and participate in the fucking session twice with me. I never could forget about that night. I have no way to take Ayesha’s address.
Ayesha awoke her husband that it was already clear and the sun will arise soon. He woke and smiled that he slept for the whole night. He asked me how I enjoy the drama, I replied that I enjoyed the drama much and I never could forget the drama which I enjoyed that night. Then they said bye to me, I went some way to see off them, Ayesha often turned back her head and I saw some tears in her eyes. Please mail me if you have any comments or suggestion for me. I’m able to fuck any lady minimum thrice in a night. Any aged girls/women living in Dhaka feel lonely can mail me at [email protected].