ab tak 42 - Autobiography of the Promiscuous Male

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I had not expected such direct reply without any guilt from her and was stunned by sudden light and her forthrightness. However, I continued, "main bhi to poori satisfaction ke liye hi kar raha tha, isme galat kya hai." (Even I was doing it for somplete satisfaction, whats wrong in it)

She: Tum abhi bachche ho. (You are still a kid)

I: Mujhe to nahi lagta (I don't feel so)

She: Lagne se kya hota hai. Waise bhi tum mere bhai ho, main tumhari behan hoon. (whats there in the feeling, even otherwise you are my brother, I am your sister)

I: Saalo mein ek baar milte hai, koi feeling hi nahi hai bhai behan waali. (we meet once in ages, there is no feeling of brother and sister)

She: But ye galat hai (But this is wrong)

I: tumhara bhi mann karta hai, mera bhi karta hai to galat kya hai. Ungli ki jagah asali cheej le lo. (Even you want to have it, I want to have it, whats wrong in it, use the real thing instead of the finger)

She: Tum abhi bachche ho. (You arte still a kid)

She was hardping upon the point that I was a kid. To which finally I said something to the effect, "daadi aa gayee hai, do do ko chodh chuka hoon, abhi bhi bachcha hoon." (I have grown beard, I have screwed two girls and you still say I am a kid)

She: Do ke saath (With Two)

I: Haan, waise tum to kaafi karwa chuki ho (I aimed in the dark, yes, and I know that you have screwed with many)

She: Naaaaahi... tumhe kaise pata (Nooooo. how do you know)

I: Pata hai mujhe, experience hai mujhe bhi. and saying so I storked my dick. I got up from the bed and encircled her so that now she was inside and I was towards the door. I kind of threatened her, waise, main jabardasti bhi kar sakta hoon and I pressed her boob. (I presisted, I know, I am experienced and I threatened her that I can force her)

Her protest had turned feeble, whether it was resignation or the fact that I have screwed the girl or whether it was me scratching my dick. I pushed her on the bed, she jus sat back and I opened my pants and lowered my underwear. Her eyes bulged out. My erect dick was very close to her face and she looked at it. She just said two words, "inna mota" (This FAT)

(And the realization dawned on me, as if I have a special tool. We measured my dick later and it was 7.5 inches long and 2.3 inches thick.)