Punishment For Bantering
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. I’m married and having two kids. 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 costumes. 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. In the year 1989, I got married in September. I didn’t get my service quarter, so my wife was at my native home. Every week at the weekend I came to fuck my wife. So the days I stayed with my wife were very important and precious to me. But once we were began to disturbed by a girl named Josna. She was a maid servant of my uncle who resided near my home. Josna was an orphan and my aunty brought her when she was just 5 years. From then Josna became a part of my uncle’s family. As a result she bantered with me and when she grew up and her adult signs were blossomed I tried to touch those and sometimes I succeed. But I had to satisfy only in touching her boobs not excess. My uncle arranged Josna’s marriage when she was only 14 years. She went to her husband and I forgot her. She remained there about 2 years and recently she returned to my uncle’s home. I heard that her husband again married another girl and drove away Josna because she didn’t give birth of any child for the man. Perhaps she was a barren lady. Josna was as cheerful as earlier and she till then bantered with me. But her figure changed, her complexion was quite dark and she was puerile. Her breasts were grown larger in size and then those were 36D size. She was pudgy in size and 4’-6” high. Josna became a burden in our married life. The house of our native was not brick-built. So narrow holes were here and there on the tin-made walls. After lunch I took rest in a closed room with my newly married wife and all you know which we did there. Josna spied us and when we closed the door she peeped through the hole and told “hi, what are you doing?” Sometimes she took thin stick and poked through the narrow holes of the wall. My wife became annoyed with Josna’s banters and asked me what can we do to stop Josna from doing such type of irritating. I told my wife to call Josna and gently forbid her to avoid such type of banters. My wife did that and Josna agreed to stop the banter. But in the next day again she poked my wife with a stick and she got pain. Then my wife told me “it will not be stopped this way, you have to give another type of treatment.” I asked her “what is this, tell me, I’ll try.” My wife told me “I’ll catch her and you will knead her breasts that she gets pain.” I agreed with her plan, I was very glad to hear the plan that I could knead Josna’s breasts in front of my wife with her full support. When Josna bantered us that time nobody of my family remained at home. My sis in her school and my mom went to my aunty for chitchatting and eating betel leaves together. In the next day again Josna came and peeped through the hole and giggling to see our hugging. My wife signaled me and I silently unhooked the door, my wife was at my behind. When she came nearer us suddenly I opened the door and caught her. My wife helped me and we both lifted Josna and brought into the room. I pushed Josna on the floor and laid her on her back on the floor. My wife held her pressing on her body and told me to squeeze her breasts. I soon grabbed her large breasts and began to squeeze. Josna was giggling and impatiently throwing her hands and legs but my wife was holding her hands tightly and I was pressing her legs by sitting on her thighs. My wife then snatched her frock upwards and lifted on her throat and bared her breasts and told me to knead those. Village maids do not need undergarments, before marriage they wear frock and knickers, after marriage shari-blouse-petticoat, after first child birth they avoid to wear blouse and after second child birth they wear only the shari, nothing else. I stared at her bare breasts which were heavy in size and so soft to knead. I could see the small nipples inside large black circle at the tip of the breasts. I grabbed those melons and began to knead like a sweet maker kneads his flour. Josna was just giggling. After 5 minutes kneading we released her and warned her not to repeat that again. But Josna didn’t changed or stopped her work. Next two days we again caught her red handed and kneaded her breasts. But no result came, but Josna began to banter more. On the third day when I and my wife were busy in sucking and licking our private parts Josna peeped through tone hole and with giggling she told “how nice thing you are doing, I will tell everybody”. Being extremely annoyed my wife told me “oi magir kamur uthece, jao tomar ja knushi shalire dhore koroga” (the girl’s sex exploded, go and do as you wish). She didn’t came with me to help. There was a trap door at the back side of the room. I silently unhooked that door and went to the back side. Josna couldn’t know about my presence. I saw Josna picked a narrow jute stick and inserted into the hole of the wall to poke my wife. I went her back and suddenly hugged her from her back and grabbed her both breasts. She began to giggle and impatiently threw her legs. I lifted her small body on my hands outspread and took her in another room which was far from my room.