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Subject: {ASSM} My Story (Part 2) by Sharmila Sanyal
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My Story (Part 2)
He was a handsome guy of seventeen. They were classmates at school and
'twas not until they graduated that they decided they liked each other. I
liked him too, but Debi, of course, had the first pick!
"Oh.. yesterday actually," Debi was visibly excited just recalling the fact,
for her hand moved from my breasts to my underbelly. I felt a tingling run
up from my navel to my nipples as her fingers roamed above my pubic bone. I
was getting excited too, again, just imagining Debi's moist vagina being
filled with Ajit's erect and hard penis.
Oh yes! I had turned fifteen and was well read about sex by then. Vibrators
or latex penile merchandises were not available in India; and we never
really heard of those things either. Debi and I had experimented with
candles and phallic arboreals. They were all right, but hardly as
pleasurable as each other's fingers or tongues. Both of us dreamed of the
real thing on and off the bed and hoped that we will not have to wait too
long. I was glad, and aroused, to learn that at least Debi has had the
pleasure.
"How was it?" I asked eagerly while parting my legs a little, "Is it big?"
"I don't know. It felt big" Debi replied, moving the hand between my parted
legs.
I was confused, to say the least. Debi explained: They had masturbated each
other off.
They were sitting by the lake, in a darkened corner, when Ajit kissed her
deeply. The kissing got really hot, with both their tongues playing frantic
games with each other. Ajit, for the first time, took liberty with her
breasts ... from above the blouse. He lightly touched one with his free
hand, letting it roam on the ample mound in apparent leisure. Debi's body,
under her sari and blouse, instantly caught fire. She could feel her nipples
expand. She did not resist. Slowly unbuttoning the front of the blouse she
guided Ajit's hand to her back and helped him unclasp the bra from behind.
Then she wrapped the sari around her neck to cover herself from any
accidental passers-by. Ajit needed little queue after that.
Cupping both her free breasts in his palms, Ajit started massaging them
with vigor. Her swollen nipples tightened up and became stiff - so stiff
that they almost hurt. Before she knew it, her hand had travelled to the
front of his trousers and she felt the stiff bulge. It formed a mound,
pushing the length of the fly out as if begging to be freed. Her hand rested
there for a while, taking in the heat of his hardness. She also felt it
throb.
Debi lightly caressed the bulge. And with each pass of her hand over the
fabric of Ajit's trousers, the bulge got bigger ... and it throbbed.
Debi searched for an opening. She wanted to feel his flesh. She was wet,
her panties soaked through. She found it ... the zipper. She tugged at it
but it wouldn't budge.
Ajit shifted and, momentarily withdrawing one of his hands from her chest,
unzipped his pants with one swift motion. The rest was up to Debi. She
inserted her right hand into the opening and encountered his briefs. She
pulled at the elastic waistband and proceeded farther inside.
Ajit shifted again and helped her grasp his member. It was warm ... no it
was hot! It was hard! And it throbbed again at the direct touch!. She
encircled the shaft with her slender hand, just as she would a long
cucumber. But it felt nothing like one ... its heat being transmitted up her
arm and up to her breast - then down into her own crotch. Her cunt was
dripping - and throbbing inside. Her blood rushed to her clitoris ...
Debi started rubbing Ajit's cock with a pumping motion. She and I had read
about male masturbation in quite some detail (and every time it had led us
to relieve ourselves halfway through the descriptions). Ajit moaned and
started bucking his hips ... which, I am sure was difficult in the position
they were. He sucked on Debi's tongue fervently and took his hand to her
waist, trying to get it under her sari.
Debi said, "Wait ... not this way" and guided Ajit's hand under by slightly
bunching up her sari and the petticoat.
Ajit pulled the thin fabric of the panties aside and commented with a
whisper, "Oh ... Debi, it is soaking wet ... you are so wet ..."
"Yes, aaaah ... Ajit ... put ... your fingers ... inside ... and do me ..."
Debi panted, frigging him even harder.
"Not so fast ... nnng ..." Ajit cautioned her.
"Yess ... I know. ... " holding him even tighter with her free arm, Debi
proceeded to bring all of it outside. It was not easy. The long and hard
cock was stuck inside his underpants facing his thighs. Debi struggled and
finally succeeded. Ajit did not seem to mind all the tugging; he was
actually moaning in pleasure through all that. It was huge! According to
Debi it was a foot long and eight inches in girth! (But, as I were to
discover in the years to come, it was an exaggeration for most!)
With Ajit's penis out, Debi could not help her curiosity. She held it in
her hand and looked at the 'huge' thing. It almost jumped on her
outstretched palm ... pre-cum oozing from the slit on its pointy bulbous
head. The foreskin was drawn back and the head glistened with his own
copious juice.
His own two fingers were inside Debi by then. He was making a straight
in-out motion with them. He was terribly excited by getting to touch Debi
there and at what he was doing ... his cock was almost ready to shoot. He
clenched his teeth and tried not to think about the present. It was hard, in
more ways than one.
Debi was also no less excited. She would climax the moment her clit would
get rubbed. And she wanted it badly. She resumed masturbating Ajit and, with
the other hand, guided him to her clit. Ajit knew all about clits ... well,
almost. He started rubbing it with the heel of his palm very deliberately
yet gently ... he wanted to climax too ...
"Yesssss ... oh ... yesss ... yesss ... oh! Oh! Oh! ...nnnnnnng" Debi
moaned.
"Aaaahhhrgh ..." whispered back Ajit, "Harder ... yes ... pump ... pump ...
pump ... oooooooh.. ... nnnnnng ..." He squirted through the air and the
first load landed in the water of the lake in front of them. Then it kept
coming ... load after load, squirt after squirt, for what seemed like a
heady eternity.
Debi came too ... almost at the same time ...
And she moaned and moaned and moaned ...
I was moaning too, frigging myself on Debi's thigh. I pictured myself
watching them masturbating each other, sitting on the grass beside the small
lake, shaded from the street-light by the big tree. I imagined myself
standing right behind them and letting my juices run down my thighs as I
enjoyed their mutual gratification. I got hot listening and imagining.
Debi was also excited talking about it. We were sitting up. Debi was
sitting cross-legged with her back against the wall. I had one of my thighs
over her legs, my wet cunt touching one of her thighs. As I was rhythmically
pressing it there, and moaning, she grabbed one of my hands and placed it
between her legs and silently urged me to rub her.
We looked into each others eyes and did it to each other for a while. Our
breathing got strained from the excitement and we could not just remain in
that position for long. I let her cunt go and fell back on the bed with my
wet, slippery lips still pressed firmly against Debi's thigh.
"Ohhhh! Sharmila ... " She started to protest.
"Come on ... " I invited her by folding up my knees and letting them fall
away from each other.
She did not need any more encouragement. Sitting up on her knees, Debi
straddled one of my thighs and lowered herself on me. Our wet and juicy
openings met, sending electricity from our clits through our lower bellies
and up to our brains. She rocked back and forth and I matched her rhythm
with my hips. We held each other's hands tightly and pulled with all our
strength as if to meld our mutual seats of pleasure together.
It did not take long. Putting our cunts together has always been the
fastest and most vigorous way of reaching orgasm for us. The friction (or
the lack thereof) of our clits sent sparks in a few minutes. I pulled her
down on me ... our breasts met, sending further electricity through our
nipples, and we muffled our orgiastic cries by burying our faces into the
sides of each other's necks.
"Oooof!" Debi whispered, "that was so good ..."
"Oh yeah ... Debi ... " I concurred, "When are you going to do the real
thing with him?"
"Oh, I dunno ... I don't want to seem too eager, you know ..." She said
tentatively, "And then ... somehow it does not seem much fun without you."
"Debi!" I said with some nervousness, "you are not serious, are you? He is
your boyfriend ... and what do you think he will think? Have you told him
about us?"
I was probably babbling to hide my nervousness. For, there was this slight
envy about Debi being able to do it with Ajit (whom I have imagined naked
and admired the imaginary member from time to time). A thousand
possibilities had raced through my mind even as we were rocking locked in
our cunt-to-cunt embrace. Now, at the very slightest hint of Debi's
reluctance in leaving me out of the equation, my clitoris was starting to
get engorged. Later in my life I had learnt that very few Bengali girls
(especially of the social stratum we belonged to) ever were as liberal in
their sexual mores as we were. Indeed, for a very long time I believed that
my way of thinking in matters sexual was the norm. I guess my thought
processes in that regard were primarily driven by the type of erotic books
that Debi and I read on a regular basis. We were aware that we were doing
something quite arcane by the very nature of sex. Yet, I have always
understood that to be true with everybody. That is, I believed everybody
fantasized and enjoyed sex as well as he/she could. Thus there was little
guilt in me and none of the sense of immorality. Sinful? Oh yes! Isn't that
half the fun?
Anyway; enough metaphysics of sex. My clit was fully swollen and,
concealing my fantasy about Ajit, I started to rock my pelvis. Debi's thigh
was between my legs; she had stretched out atop me after the last of her
waves had subsided. I had pulled up my knees again to get a better contact
with her thigh. I tried to stimulate her again ... but to my dismay, she
was already too tired from the last orgasm and I felt her falling asleep on
me. I smiled, gave her a kiss on her cheek and gently rolled both of us
over. For a little while I lay on top of her shapely body, my underbelly
resting on hers. Then I slipped off her to one side, not letting her go. I
was on my side, with one of my legs across her thighs. I was tired too, but
the tingle between my legs was too much to resist. I pressed my cunt to the
side of her waist and started to heave my pelvis in gentle thrusts.
"Mmmmm ... yessss ..." Even in her sleep Debi moaned her approval.
"Shhhhh ... sleep tight ..." I whispered back in her ears, my pelvis not
missing a beat ...
I guess I didn't realize how tired I was, for I couldn't finish it. I dozed
off.
I dreamed of Ajit, Debi and me in a threesome, like the ones we read about
in so many smutty novelettes.
(to be continued)
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