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The following IS primarily a true account of an intimate part of my life. Of
course, certain events have been meshed with some fantasy and most
descriptions needed more color; so I took the liberty. However, although the
names have been changed, the persons are real in my life.
I have started writing this recently and decided that I would post it for
the ASSTR group. The next instalnents will be forthcoming, provide you all
enjoy reading it.
So, here goes...
My Story
The story I am about to pen down is largely true. However, there would be
some fantasy in it ... the ones that have been part of my ... our sex life.
I have always been rather taken with sex ... as far back as I can remember!
My first memory of satisfaction is that of me masturbating one night in the
privacy of my own room. I come from a rather well-to-do middle class family
from India. Not many of my friends had rooms of their own as kids, but I
did.
My parents were part of an extended family. My dad was the oldest of three
brothers. Our family home, which still stands in the northern part of the
city, has three floors, and we ... meaning my parents, my two brothers and
I, occupied the third. Each floor has five rooms, including a common family
room and while I had one room to myself, my two older brothers shared
another.
That night in question, I was having trouble falling asleep. I was reading
a magazine where there was this short translation of a victorian erotica. I
am not sure if that was my first exposure, but it surely had made me very
horny. I was probably around thirteen then...
I remember touching myself between my legs ... and discovering the slippery
substance literally oozing out. I am not sure if I should have been
concerned, but inserting two of my fingers inside had felt so good that I
had continued to make the fingers travel in and out ... in and out ... in
and out...
Oh! The mere memory of that first conscious act makes me want to do it now
... even as I am writing this.
Anyway, that was probably the beginning of my sexual awakening ... and I
never stopped since ... I need it to put myself to sleep every night.
It was probably not long after that that I accidentally brought somebody
else into the very private area of my life. It was during one of those
innumerable festivities that our house, as big as it might have been, was
full with people. My cousins, uncles, aunts and their not-so-distant
relatives ... our home was teeming with relatives. It was a very joyful
time and for about two days (I was amazed to realize later) I had not
sexually relieved myself. I was busy during the days and was tired enough at
night to fall asleep without the help of my fingers.
Most of our relatives left on the third day before supper. Among those that
did not, was my cousin Debi, who was sharing the room with me with some of
the other cousins. She is a little older than me; about sixteen then. And
she was one of the most beautiful of persons I have known till today. Not
gorgeous in the usual sense, but with an aura of beauty and attractiveness
about her that made all the boys stare at her with lust. One of our distant
cousins even ventured to flirt with her whenever he got the chance in those
couple of days that he was our guest.
I was in my usual mode the following night. Debi was sleeping beside me on
my bed, which was just wide enough for the two of us. The other cousins that
shared my room had all left. I was reading a short novel that had a few
paragraphs of description of love-making between the lead character and his
mistress. It would not cause such arousal today, but for my adolescent
fourteen-year-old brain that was plenty. My juices started flowing and
pretty soon I could feel the thin fabric of the panties at my crotch
sticking to my skin down there.
I looked at my cousin ... she seemed to be sound asleep. So, I gently put
the book down and turned the table lamp off. The semidarkness of the room
somehow hightened my arousal. I turned on my side, facing away from Debi and
gently folded my legs at the knees ... almost to a fetal position. I pulled
the front of my night dress up and, with my left hand, reached between my
legs ... parting the thin soaked divider of my panties. I inserted my index
and the middle into my slippery recess and wiggled around for a few seconds.
I then pulled them out and, using the wetness, started gently rubbing the
swollen seat of excitement - the little button - with those two fingers
with a vertical motion. I did not realise how long I had been doing that,
but I froze instantly when I felt a warm hand on my then almost bare
bottom...
"What do you think you are doing?" Debi whispered in my ears. Her tone more
naughty than threatening. But I was mortified. I turned my head around
towards her and tried to explain that I was just itching my thighs.
But that was not very convincing, was it?
"That was a long itch. wasn't it?" Debi's hand was around me by then, her
lower belly pressed firmly against my buttocks, "watching you, I have
started to itch too...."
Debi started to gyrate her hips, as if trying to rub her belly against my
buttocks.
I was totally at a loss for several seconds that seemed like an eternity.
My heart was pounding and I did not know if it was from fear and
embarrasment or from Debi's excitement adding to mine. But my indecision did
not prevail too long.
Debi put her left arm around me ... her hand found the few buttons on my
dress-front and undid them. She caressed my small breasts lightly ... they
were small, really small. Yet, they took in her touch with eagerness and my
tiny nipples hardened under her palm. At that moment I became aware of
Debi's nipples against my back, between my shoulder blades. They felt harder
than mine, and bigger. At sixteen, Debi had a fuller body.
My head was turned towards Debi, our warm breaths mingling. She said,
"Sharmila, how long have you been doing it?"
"Doing what?" I asked back. I guess I had not yet gotten over my initial
belwilderment.
"O, c'mon..." cupping one of my breasts tightly, and giving it a squeeze,
Debi almost chided me under her breath, "you know what I am talking about.
So, how long have you been doing it?"
"Oh, I don't know" I replied, "quite some time now..."
"Did anybody teach you?"
"You're kidding, right?" I was truly surprised at that question, "who would
teach me ... " These things, I thought came naturally to a girl.
"I am horny too, you know" Debi's embrace had grown tighter, "want to do it
with me?"
"Mmmm, yeah", I was in no state to turn down the invitation.
What followed was for me a hour of extreme pleasure.
Debbi got up from the bed, checked the door and made sure it was locked from
inside. When she got back to it, I was lying flat on my back, with my legs
squeezed tight together, caressing my breasts with both hands ... trying to
derive the same pleasure Debi had afforded me a while back. It was nice, but
that was the first time I realized that somebody else's hands do a far
better job than your own ... at least on certain parts of your body. It, of
course, made very little sense then.
Debi stood beside the bed, looking at me, and took her Kaameez off.
Underneath she had nothing to hold her full, well rounded, breasts. In the
moonlight that was sneaking in boldly through the open window, her breasts
glistened with her slight perspiration. She tugged at the cords holding her
Salwaar, and the loose fitting cotton pants fell to the floor.
She was not wearing any thing under that either! Her pubic hairs were
thick, forming a well defined triangle under the flat belly and between
those gorgeous, slender thighs. I instantly idolized her figure. "Exquisite"
did not fully describe it. Every part of the body seemed perfectly placed
and shaped. I never saw another woman's body like that, and never had
thought about mine either. That was the night that made me aware of my own
budding femininity, beyond my routine sexual gratifications.
I could not explain it why, but Debi's nudity aroused me more. Even at
fourteen I was not aware of anything other than the fact that sex feels
good. Hetero- or homosexuality had little significance in that
gratification. So, when I look back now, I understand why I felt aroused. It
was my cousin's free approach and the offer of "doing it together" that was
exciting to me. No more, no less. As will be revealed later, I have been
rather free-spirited ever since, when it came to sex. However, I almost
never feel fulfilled "doing it" with complete strangers or a person I don't
feel affection for. Debi was one of my favorite cousins. I called her
Moni-di.
Debi stepped out of the heap of that salwaar and crawled up into the bed
beside me. My night shirt was already bunched up around my waist, and my
small breasts were bare through the front of the shirt. I still had my
panties on.
"Take these off, won't you!" She was slipping my panties off my legs even as
she was saying that.
"Do you think I will ever get breasts like yours, Moni-di?" I said.
"You will, if you massage them..." Debi said, and then giggled under her
breath, "or have them massaged regularly.."
"Yeah ... " I said nervously. I knew what she meant, but I also knew that it
was not easy finding somebody that would massage them. At that moment I was
anxiously awaiting my older cousin's next move.
Debi parted my thighs and lightly touched me across my paech fuzz. Her
fingers brushed the opening of my wet slit. My whole body went tense with
pleasure. I parted my thighs more in anticipation. She got the queue and
became more deliberate with her hand. After cupping my mons with the palm of
her hand she gently inserted a slender finger into me.
"Wow..." she exclaimed under her breath, "you really are horny ... my god, I
don't think I get so wet ... mmmm."
I had nothing to say, other than, "Mmmmmmm...". Her finger felt heavenly in
there.
She started to finger-fuck me slowly, moving her digit in and out in a
slightly circular motion. ...
Then she leaned forward, her finger still carying on what it started, and
kissed me on my lips. It was insipid ... my first kiss ... that too from my
cousin. And I did not feel anything then. We still have good laughs talking
about it.
I think she felt my lack of enthusiasm at that first kiss of my life, and
did not dwell there any longer. Her head moved dwon to my chest and she
started to lick my tiny hard nipples. As if instinctively, I arched my back
and grabbed her head closer to my aching nipples. She bit them lightly and
guided one of my hands to her crotch.
She did not have to show me what to do. I ran my fingers through her
silken curly bush and found my target. It was twice the size of my own pea!
I collected some of Debi's slippery juice from her cunt and, lubricating her
swolen stiff clit with it, I started stroking it in circular motion.
Her hips started undulating, and, keeping her own finger inside my
overflowing cave, she used her thumb to pleasure me at my clitoris.
I raised my hips from the bed and we matched each other's rythm. She
stretched out beside me with her left thigh across my lower belly, her left
hand working between my legs without losing a beat. I momentarily had to let
go of her cunt, but quickly established contact with my left hand ... I was
still lying on my back. I started rubbing her clitoris with my middle
finger, her slippery juice continuously lubricating my fingers. I reach
around with my right hand and started to cup and massage Debi's breasts.
"Ohhhh! ... yes ... yes ... yes..." Debi cooed into my ears, "do it ... yes
... feels good ... doesn't it Sharmila?"
"Yessss ... Yessss. ... Yessss" I hissed back in rythm with our joint
gyrations.
"I am ready..." Debi started whispering ... "I can't stand it ... I'm ready
... yesssss ... oooooh ... nnnnnghhh ... Sharmila...."
"Noooo..." I almost cried out ... "Not now ... Moni-di ... No ... No ... No
... " the rythm still intact. I was not ready to abandon this pleasure just
yet ... I wanted to prolong it for the rest of the night. ... I wanted to go
on till I died....
"Oooh ... Sharmila ... you ... are ... so ... naughty...." my older cousin
panted back. She understood what I wanted, intuitively.
She panted in my ear, "OK ... then ... slow down ... yess ... don't ...
don't rub me any more..."
Instantly I withdrew my hand from Debi's crotch. She gasped again, this time
in frustration, "No ... Nooooo ... keep ... it ... there..." and tried to
recapture my hand with her thighs.
Confused, utterly confused, I obeyed ... and let my rest between her
thighs, just under her moist opening, my fingers a hir away from her clit. I
was also eager to touch her there ... my own being very slowly and gently
massaged by my cousin's fingers. Sensing that I was trying to get to it
aagain, she parted her thighs and went back to the earlier position of
having one across my belly.
I touched it with my two fingers very lightly and could feel it throb. She
dug her finger inside me eeven deeper, as if to try and block herself from
reaching her own climax.
Through all that, I had not stopped rocking my hips. Debi was simply
pressing down on my pleasure-button while continuing to slowly finger-fuck
me. As a result, I was being able to control my own pace of deriving the
pleasure from her hand.
Pretty clever for a relatively novice of fourteen, don't you think? My
spouse thinks so! He was impressed beyond his wits the first day we made
love. I drove him crazy with anticipation and the way I used his whole body
for to pleasure myself. Our sex life never ever slowed down since that first
day. But, I will come to that part later. Be patient.
Debi was already covered with a thin film of perspiration and my shirt was
getting soaked too. So, she let go of me for a moment. I sat up on the bed,
and she pulled the shirt off me over my head. We were now both naked.
Sitting up like that, she embraced me, and our breasts flattened against
each other's. I could feel her stiff nipples trying to stand up against my
small breasts.
Debi looked into my eyes and planted a full kiss on my lips. This time it
was so very different that I shuddered! I never had any idea that a simple
kiss could make one's cunt throb inside, but that was what happened. I was
left breathless when Debi removed her lips. It was not even a deep one. Debi
had confessed later that that was her first kiss too, and she only knew that
a kiss was supposed to be with the lips. Needless to say, we perfected our
techniques over the years and both of us have benefitted from our early
teenage homosexuality.
We kissed and kissed and kissed, till our lips ached. With each one, we
discovered a little more about it. While, through all those, the urgency
down below between our thighs was not burning, our kisses grew more and more
passionate. Our bodies were tingling with each others passion, as if each of
us could feel the sexual energy of the other through our moist skins. That
night, we discovered for the first time how unimportant climaxing was. Debi
told me later that she had also masturbated towards orgasm as fast she
could, till that night.
We abandoned the bed and rolled around on the floor never letting each
other go. Our thighs intertwined, the seats of our passion were rubbing
against each others thighs ... sending shockwaves through our bodies.
Another half-hour had passed. I do not remember waht all we did, except that
I had a feeling of melding with Debi's body.
She was too excited to want to hold off much longer. Without any words, she
turned me over on my back. The cool cemented floor against my back did
little to take the heat away from my naked perspiring body. Debi laid her
body on top of me and guided one of my hand beween our bellies and to her
cunt. I started rubbing her clit vigourously while she again inserted two of
her finger into me and resumed doing me. Our mutual frenzy manifested itself
in the urgency with which we were bringing each other to come. Strangely,
though, to both of us climaxing was still no longer the immediate goal. It
was our mutual satisfaction that pervaded our thoughts:
"Oh ... Oh ... Oh ... Sharmila ... want to come?" panted Debi.
"Yesss ... Yessss. ... Yesssssss ... Oh, yessss..." I replied the same way,
"You? Moni-di? Do you want it now?"
"Oh ... sweet Sharmi ... yes ... ahhhhgh ... yessss..." she double the speed
of her fingers, and attacked my clit with her thumb with renewed vigor, "Do
it ... yesss. ... nnnnnnngg. ... my God. ... too much ... ooooof...."
My hand picked up her tempo and, clutching her with my other free hand
around her back, I used all my fingers to rub her across her entire opening.
I could feel my juice wetting the floor under my buttocks. Debi's were
flowing freely down my hand and across my wrist. Both our hands were making
slurping noise between our legs. I came first.
"Yessss. ... happenning. ... Moni-di ... Oh ... Oh ... Oh ... yesss ...
aaaaarrgh. ... my God. ... nnnnnnngh..." I almost let out a shout when Debi
muffled my pleasure cries by putting her palm across my mouth.
And she came ... trying to suppress her own cries that sounded like loud
whimpers, "yeah ... oh ... yessss ... Sharmi. ... sweet ... nnnnnnnnn.. ...
yeahnnnnng...."
And she slumped on me ... both our bodies limp from extreme pleasure ...
My cunt was still throbbing inside, and Debi pointed that out with a
suppressed giggle, "Wow ... Sharmi ... you are still pumping my fingers ...
you not done yet?"
"I am done all right" I replied lazily, "that has never happened before, I
mean when I do it myself"
"I know what you mean..." Debi sat up on me, holding my hand there and
guiding my fingers into her, "feel it ... I am doing the same thing..."
She was indeed!
We woke up next morning sprawled on the floor as naked as we were when we
dozed off from exhaustion that follwed the hour-long pleasure. It was
Moni-di who frantically woke me up by poking me on the side and whispering
in my ears, "Hey ... Sharmi ... wake up..."
I heard the knocks on the door even as I was coming out of my sleep! I
looked at the wall-clock in my room ... it was already eight in the morning.
We never slept past seven in our household.
"We'll be right out..." I shouted in my sleepy voice.
Debi got up from the floor and, looking at my naked form on the floor,
smiled a shy smile. It was her first time too with another girl! I stand
corrected; it was the first time with another person for both. (However, she
did admit to being shown her pleasure zone and to being hinted at about
pleasuring herself by one of her friends at school.) I guess the happennings
of the night before were as unreal to her as it was to me. But even as
nudity was disappearing under her salwaar and kaameez, I couldn't but help
remember our intimacy fondly. And I could feel the wetness developing
between my legs. Again.
"Will we do it more, Moni-di?" stretching on the floor I threw my naive
question at her, half expecting a denial from my older sixteen-year-old
relative. After all, although we were close as distant relatives can be, we
were never even come close to being THAT close prior to that night! But
Debi's answer had my juices flowing in full gust again ... the weariness
notwithstanding.
"Not till tonight, I guess..." She said , "and I don't think "Moni-di" is
what you want to call me after last night", she added with a wink and a
smile!
The explanation of this little transition in addressing could hardly be a
part of this narrative.
Debi was one of my uncle's nieces by marriage. That is, her dad and my
uncle's wife are siblings. By extension, she is my cousin. They lived in the
same city, about thiry-minute's bus ride away. Which meant that we started
seeing each other quite regularly.
After that night, she stayed back for another night's pleasure, and we made
the most of it. Then, it was happening almost every weekend. Sometimes she
would come over to spend the night, or else I would go over to their house.
Since she shared her room with her younger sister, we had to do it rather
quietly which was not easy. So, mostly it was at our house. Anyway, none of
our parents thought much of our closeness. I faced some objection at
addressinging her as "Debi", instead of "Moni-di" as she is known to her
younger siblings and cousins, but Debi insisted to the elders that I address
her as such. So the matter was soon forgotten. And, close friendships
between girls of our age was not unusual in India. Till today, nobody is any
wiser except those that matter.
A year had passed since that first night. One night Debi, while caressing
my breasts, whispered "I have done it with Ajit". I sat up on the bed. We
had climaxed once already that night and was preparing to go at it a second
time after resting for about fifteen minutes.
"Really?" I was not surprised at all, "when" I pressed on. Ajit was Debi's
fiance. They had been going steady for about six months.
<to be continued>
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