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Subject: {ASSM} My Story (part 2) by Sharmila Sanyal
Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2000 00:10:09 -0400
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To the moderator:
I have attached a txt file of the same document. Use whichever you decide
would be easier on the readers.
The subsequent parts are forthcoming. I have written a lot, but editing
needs to be done and when I ask for help at home, editing remains farthest
from anybody's mind. So, please be patient.
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, rubbing 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 herwaist 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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