Crushing A Bengali Milf Pussy

Hey guys! This is Aryan Kapur from South Kolkata. Friends can call me Abhi too. So, I am 30 now and can be called a later bloomer. I’m 5’6″, good looking and blessed with a 6.5″ dick, which is enough to please any girl, woman, milf, etc.

All my stories are real-life experiences. I want to share my experiences with you guys. I hope you read my previous stories.

So, with none of my girls in town, I had started searching for women online. And in this account, I will narrate two incidents of online encounters I had within a week. The first incident was with a Bengali Milf I had matched with on WeChat.

She looked older, like the late thirties, maybe early forties. Her name was Tanima. I sent her normal ‘hey’ over text. And our conversation started as below in Bengali.

Tanima- Hello. Where do you stay?

Me- I stay in South Kolkata. And you?

Tanima- I live in Ranaghat. But I’ll be at my sister’s house near Salt Lake Stadium next week.

Me- Ok, great. I’m assuming you won’ be free then.

Tanima- I will be. Send me a couple more of your pictures.

I sent a couple of pictures of mine.

Tanima- You look very polished. Well mannered. You don’t look Bengali.

Me- You’re right. I’m not. My mother is a Muslim.

Tanima- Keep yourself free for me please next Thursday.

Me- Sure.

I didn’t very much pay attention to her because I felt she wasn’t serious. I proceeded with my work for the rest of the day. At night Tanima texted me.

Tanima- Are you awake?

Me- Yes. Tell me.

Tanima- You have any girlfriend?

Me- Not now. I had.

Tanima- You had sex with her.

My horny ass was getting interested now.

Me- Yes. Why?

Tanima- How long can you fuck?

Me- Long enough to make a girl cum twice.

Tanima- Are you sure? I might want to cum thrice.

Me- Then I’ll make you cum thrice.

She sent me pictures of her. She looked decent. She looked like Sai Tamhankar but a little older.

Tanima- How big is your dick?

Me- Normal size. 6.5″

Tanima- I want to see.

Me- I sent her a dick pic (big deal)

Tanima- This is yours? Really?

Me- Why will I keep someone else’s pic on my phone?

Tanima- Mmm, it looks like it might cause a problem in my pussy.

It may sound cringy now, but boys can relate to how turned on we get when a woman starts talking dirty.

Me- Don’t worry, I’ll ease it in slowly.

Tanima- I gave birth through caesarian. My husband hasn’t fucked me in a year. He wasn’t very good at fucking either. Enough is enough now. I want you to fuck my tight pussy. I want you to stretch it.

Me- I will. But I need you to come to Kolkata first.

Tanima- Just keep yourself free next Thursday. I’ll make you work.

I proceeded with my work for the rest of the week, and I didn’t take her word seriously. There had been very few instances when someone who talked dirty with me online actually met offline.

But on Wednesday evening, while I was at work, I got a ping from her on WeChat. It was her selfie in front of Hyatt Regency (A hotel near Salt Lake Stadium) and her number. I texted her on WhatsApp, and she replied.

Tanima- Tomorrow, 12 pm, be in Hyatt. I’ve booked us a room.

Me- I am surprised, to be honest

Tanima- Surprise me tomorrow, and we will be even. Shave everything.

I reached Hyatt the next day, clean-shaven after bunking work. She had checked in and was waiting for me in the lobby wearing a simple salwar suit. We saw each other, and she indicated to me to follow her. She led me to the lift lobby, and we got into the lift.

She was not looking at me, but her breathing was paced. I knew she wanted me. As she opened the door with her key card, she looked into my eyes. As soon as she entered, she started kissing and biting me. She started taking off her clothes first.

She immediately started unbuttoning my jeans before I could even take off my shirt. She didn’t even bother drawing the curtains, and we could see the bypass road traffic.

She took off my underwear and saw my half-erect cock. She looked like she wanted to eat it right then and there. She could. But she placed two fingers and marked half my cock. I was curious

Me- What?

Tanima- The last guy I fucked was half your size. He was the biggest I had felt up my twat. I think you’ll finally give my pussy the fucking it needs. This will the first time I’ll fuck a Muslim dick.

Me being half Muslim had never been a factor before this, but who was I to complain. She then started blowing me very hard. She was hungry and didn’t hide it. She kept moaning as she blew me. I was getting harder and harder.

But I wasn’t sure if it was her sucking or her moaning that was making the blood rush to my cock. I held her head to make her deepthroat me and kept squeezing her boobs. After blowing me and kissing my thighs for a good 15 minutes, she started kissing my chest, shoulder, and smooched me.

She looked at my eyes and was longing for something I knew. I took off whatever was little she was wearing. I lifted her and threw her on the bed. I made her comfortable, settled my head between her pussy. I started giving soft kisses on her thighs.

I looked into her eyes. She looked nervous. I kept eye contact with her and started licking her pussy. I realized why she was nervous. In less than 2 minutes, she screamed loudly and came into my mouth. It felt like a water balloon burst in my mouth.

She had a lot of pent up sexual energy that I needed to vent out. I kept licking. She wasn’t moaning. She was groaning and even screaming with just my tongue on her pussy. She had grabbed the bedsheet and was tanking anything she could let her hands on.

She was making so much sound, and she was so wet that I was honestly a little lost as to whether I should start penetrating her or not. I just rubbed my cock on her pussy, lubed it up with her juices, and penetrated her. She was right about being tight, but I could go right through.

She had shut up now and was staring at me with her mouth open. I started thrusting her, and she closed her eyes. She started moaning slowly now. I started increasing my speed, and her moans got louder. After 10 minutes or something of us fucking missionary, she grabbed me tight.

I screamed at the top of her voice and orgasmed. My dick got flushed with her cum, and she stopped moving. I was far from being done, and her 2nd orgasm boosted my mood more. I pulled her legs over my shoulder and put a pillow under ass.

She was almost senseless now and wasn’t expecting me to do what I did. I drilled my dick further deep into her pussy and hit what I felt should have been her cervix. It felt different than others. She returned to her senses and screamed at the top of her voice.

She tried to hit me, but I held her hand and subdued her. I kept thrusting her and kept making her scream. Thank god the walls weren’t thin. Else the neighbors would have called the cops or complained to the reception at least.

Once she got used to my thrusts and my dick, I felt her body relax, and enjoy herself. I released her hands, and she wrapped them around me. She pulled me closer and whispered.

Tanima- Sorry, I tried to hit you, baby. I’ve never felt huge cock like yours in my pussy. You’re making me feel like a woman for the first time. She smooched me, and I increased my pace. She held me tight and was moaning and grunting in my ear, which made me fuck her harder.

I started putting my thrusts in top gear. I could feel her pussy contract. She was close and kept holding me tighter. Just as she was about to cum for the third time, she started yelling in Bengali at the top of her voice.

Tanima – Look, Tarun, how this boy almost half my age, has used my body and destroyed my pussy. Look at your wife, Tarun! Look how your wife is getting crushed by this Muslim boy and his Muslim dick. Look at what your ignorance has led your wife to do. I want to keep getting my pussy ripped open by this boy. You can’t do anything about this, Tarun.

I realized Tarun was her husband. While she was happily getting fucked by me, she felt guilty about cheating on her husband and blamed him for seeking pleasure elsewhere. She started cumming, and her pussy held my cock tight. All this was too much for me to process together.

I lost control and started to blow my load deep inside her. She started to moan and scream again

Tanima – Oh god, Tarun, this Muslim boy will make me pregnant! I can feel his cum flowing deep, and it’s a lot of cum. You have never cum so much altogether as much this young boy is cumming this one time. I don’t know how you got me pregnant in the first place.

Tanima – If this Muslim motherfucker gets me pregnant, I’ll keep the child. Oh god, so much cum, my pussy feels heavy and overflowing.

We had cum together, and this time I also felt like I became senseless. We fell asleep in each other’s arms for a while. Once we woke up, we made some conversation. Her husband had inherited a car dealership business from his dad in the suburb and is a basic loser.

She mostly oversaw the business. She told me she looks forward to more such sessions. We cuddled and fucked, doggy style, standing up against the window and in the shower.

She struggled to ride me as she hasn’t used a dick this big and never rode anyone. We did meet a few times after that. But I lost in touch with her later.

I know this story was extremely long, but it was heartfelt. If anyone wants to send me feedback or call me an idiot for writing such a long story, write to me at [email protected] You can also add me on Instagram by searching writer_abhi.kapur.