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   I have received some letters wondering about my reluctance in
elaborating upon certain social paradigms.  I deliberately refrained from
such explanations hoping that the unspoken would add to the exotic.  I am
not sure if even now I want to explain such things as "kinships" and
"customs of intimacy".  May be those that are left wondering would find it
worth their while to discover more about my beloved country (which has a
lot to offer besides "smuts") by themselves.  However, I am not totally
opposed to the idea.  Given enough interest among the readers, I may
venture into the task of familiarizing my readers with the relevant Indian
(specifically Bengali) socio-cultural aspects.  Till then, enjoy My Story
as it is narrated.  Please feel free to write back with any corrections in
my language and/or comments that you may find appropriate.  NOTE: I thought
that this part was a little too big.  So I am sending it as "Part 5a" and
"Part 5b" as email submissions.  Hoever, it will appear on the ftp site as
just "Part 5"



USUAL DISCLAIMER: Those that are offended by sex, are disturbed by
images of humans enjoying sex and those that fear blindness (or excessive
acne) are advised not to read past this disclaimer.  People not belonging
to the "Mature" category of beings (18 years or younger, where applicable)
are PROHIBITED beyond this point.



My Story (part 5a) by Sharmila Sanyal

   Debi was awake before I was.  She had already had a sumptuous breakfast
ready when she woke me up with a sensuous kiss.  She is usually slightly
horny when she wakes up in the morning.  I haven't ever felt particularly
amorous before I have had a chance to brush, shower and answer Nature's
call (not essentially in that order).  Even in the coldest of mornings I
have to have a shower before I am fully myself.  Debi was caressing my
breasts and kissing me on my lips.  I pushed her away ...

   "Debi ...  don't ...  let me ..." I said with some urgency.

   Debi put her arms around me and, bringing her mouth to my earlobes,
whispered sensually, "You look and smell sexy when you wake up." Of course,
till this day I do not believe that.

   "Whatever.  I have to freshen up ..." I said, planting a light kiss on
her cheek.

   Debi had prepared two huge omlettes and we had them with toasts.  We
were re-energized for another amorous day.  My cousin was excited that we
were going out for a movie that afternoon with Ajit.  Indian parents rarely
allowed too much public display of relationships with boyfriends.  So,
going out with Ajit used to be rather restricted for Debi too.  Going to
movies happened once a month.  I suppose, Debi was also pleased that I was
going with them (no matter how strange that might seem to some).

   We took the morning very easy.  We went out for a little while and were
back by about ten, before it got too hot outside.  Once back home, Debi and
I shut all the windows to keep the heat out.  This is almost a ritual in
Calcutta during the summer days.  The shade inside made it cool; and I
started feeling the usual stir between my legs.  We stayed downstairs and
in the living room.  We took off all our clothes and lay on the floor
slowly caressing one another.  I got on top of Debi and, with my legs, I
parted her thighs.  Our tongues playing with each other, the doors to the
caves between our legs were slowly opening wider.  The passages were coming
alive and, with each gentle thrust of our pelvis, getting more lubricated.

   Debi shifted under me and pulled one knee up so that our cunts were now
making full contact with each other's upper thighs.  I could feel her wet
lips there and my own inside throbbed.  She grabbed my buttocks and pulled
me tighter against her.  We rocked together, our breasts almost flat
against each other ...  our nipples getting harder.  We rocked, and rocked,
and rocked ...  taking it easy and enjoying each other through every pore
of our bodies.  The ceiling fan kept moaning above us ...  as if egging us
on to reach our climax ...

   We finished it off by going into a sixty-nine.  And we lay there, with
our heads resting comfortably on each other's inner thighs.  Although I
came blissfully, Debi's odor made me stay at the height of my excitement
even longer.  I tried to lick her again, but she was too sensitive there
and begged me to stop.  My god, it was hard for me foregoing that urge to
lap up her tasty juice.  I remained in that suspended state of excitement
and decided to make the night wild.

   We reached the cinema about fifteen minutes before the show was
scheduled to start and I was a little surprised to find a lot more than the
usual number of people waiting to get in.  Usually the artsy foreign films
do not attract too many patrons.

   Ajit was waiting for us at the entrance to the lobby.  He was wearing a
pajamas and a dark-colored panjabi.  He was his usual handsome self.  I
felt a tightening in the area just above my pubis.  A radiant smile broke
out on Debi's face and she looked even more beautiful.  'They are perfect
for each other,' I thought to myself.  We were both wearing saris.  Sari
made me look rather mature.  As Debi walked quickly up to him, I remained a
few paces behind.  As I was passing a group of young boys, I could hear
them inhale.  One let out a muted whistle.

   We bought some fresh roasted peanuts and three bottles of ThumsUp before
entering the lobby.  I had been there before with Debi.  The inside of the
old theater was fairly big, with about seven hundred seats arranged in
three columns.

   A group of four guys in their early twenties and a lightly made-up
beautiful woman in brushed past us at the entrance to the auditorium.  She
looked at me and smiled, somewhat stunning me with her perfect set of
teeth. I wondered -- and then remembered having seen her in a few movies.
Debi confirmed, and added that she lived in the neighborhood.  The 'Star'
will remain unnamed, since she is now quite famous on the silver screen.

   We had our seats in the last row of the balcony.  I commented on the
price of the tickets, and Ajit said reassuringly, "Don't worry about it; a
friend of mine managed to get these for half the price."

   I looked around and found very few sitting in the balcony.  The balcony
tickets are expensive and not many want to pay the premium.  There were two
guys in their late teens sitting in front of us -- one seat over to my
left. A couple sat a few seats down to my left in our row, which was right
beside the short wall that defined the entrance.  Ajit took the aisle seat
with Debi on his left; and I sat beside Debi.

   I still remember the name of the film.  It was by Zoltan Fabri, titled
"The Peddler".  Pretty soon it was apparent why the crowd was thicker than
usual at the cinema.  Indian film-goers rarely saw such open sex in films!
And this one had more than a few of those with frontal shots.  So, when the
first 'hot' scene came up, the shuffling noises inside the hall were hardly
unexpected.  Shocking?  May be; but unexpected it was not.

   The lead guy, a burly cop (?) in his forties, was being given a
fantastic blow job by the hooker whom he was supposed to be booking.  As
her head bobbed up and down on his lap, she had her shapely breasts out for
him to fondle (and for the entranced spectators to see).  Perfectly round
and taut -- and capable of making any woman envious -- they were by no
means ordinary.  I am not sure if implants were as commonplace then, but
people wonder these days about similar perfections.  Such skepticism aside,
I have the privilege of knowing women with attributes that rival any
augmentation.  As I recollect, this person of presumable ill-repute did not
lack the necessary appeal otherwise.  As just her face filled the screen,
sounds of collective inhalation and low whistling inside the cinema
testified to that.

   Indian boys are known to jack off watching scantily clad heroines and
vamps doing suggestive dance numbers in those wildly popular Bollywood
films.  So, in anticipation, I looked at the two boys sitting in front of
us, my own juices having started to flow.  The boy on the right looked
around furtively.  He adjusted on his seat and leaned slightly left.  His
left shoulder moved and, after some more movement from the other boy,
settled into a slow and regular undulating motion.  I had never been
witness to masturbation by the other sex, but I did not find it hard to
imagine what they might be doing or trying to do.  My musings made the
situation - between my legs - worse.

   Without being too obvious I looked to my right; I saw both Debi and Ajit
staring straight ahead.  Debi had that familiar look in her face.  I
wondered what they would have been up to had I not been sitting next to
them.  Suddenly I felt like the proverbial 'fifth wheel'.  My own arousal
notwithstanding, I started feeling rather lousy ...  and a bit resentful of
those two!

   I looked in the other direction.  The couple sitting to my left were
hunched towards each other.  They were kissing!  I could not help but
stare. I saw the woman's hand moving in his lap in a deliberate up-down
motion.

   I looked away and at the screen.  The screen was filled with the man's
face, contorted in pleasure -- his fast, heavy breathing and the "Ah's",
mixed with the slurping sound of his cock being sucked on -- were heard
through the speakers around us; and pretty soon he came.  So did a few
others in that hall, I am sure.  The two boys in my front had been going at
it quite gently; and they stopped, each leaving his hand on the other's
lap. I squeezed my thighs tightly as little doubt remained about what they
were doing!

   Debi's breathing was audible and I wished I could pleasure her sitting
right there.  I took my left hand to my waist and inserted it from there
and under my sari.  I found the elastic of my panties and my hand found its
way under it.  I was soaked there.  Lightly I touched myself, hoping that
Debi would not notice me engaged in masturbation.  I was not a little
emboldened by the general ambiance inside the theater.

   'If only he was not with us!' I remember thinking.

   It was not long before another explicit scene erupted across the screen.
The wife had invited the 'peddler' in and, one thing leading to another,
they found themselves in the bedroom.  Some very passionate kissing and
necking melted into the shot of them having wild sex.  My first exposure to
explicit coitus on film!

   The man was leaning his back against the head-board and the woman was
riding him completely naked with her back towards him.  She was kneeling
astride his waist.  In the subdued light of her bedroom, a close-up shot
showed her looking down and presumably reaching with her hand to guide the
man into her.  The action, though hidden from the audience's view, could
not have been more erotically conceived.  I heard a few loud gasps even at
this.  I guess everybody else heard them too, for Debi placed her left hand
over my right and gave a knowing squeeze.  I looked in her direction and my
eyes almost automatically followed past her face and to where her other
hand was.  It was on Ajit's lap!

   It was actually out of sight!  It was inside Ajit's pajamas!  Ajit was
staring straight ahead at the screen.  I clenched my teeth and dug the two
fingers of my left hand deeper into my dripping cunt.  The muscles inside
pulsated around my digits.

   Debi was doing it to him ...  right there ...  in the hall ...  while I
was sitting right beside her!

   The woman on the screen had started to grind her hips in an up-down and
sideways motion.  The man reached around her front and started rubbing her
clit, his legs spread slightly apart and out towards us.  We could not see
his cock, but could almost see her vaginal lips under the thick triangle of
her pubic hair.  She was doing him rather gently at first ....

   I looked back at Debi.  She was enjoying the scene.  Sensing my stare,
she turned her head and looked into my eyes.  Then, without letting Ajit
go, she leaned towards me and whispered "How do you like it?"

   "My god" I replied, "I never imagined ...  and you are enjoying a whole
lot I see."

   "Yeah ...  " she whispered again, "Do you see the two in front of you?
They are really doing it hard"

   I had not looked at them since this scene had started.  Debi was right,
the two were jerking each other off in full swing.  I guess they were too
excited to even remember that there were people around.  Then again, from
the various sounds that we could hear from around the cinema, they were not
the only ones that could not help themselves.  This film, to us, was the
next best thing to a porn.

   The seats being staggered, one of them was sitting slightly to my left.
Slightly craning my neck, I could see his' trousers were open in the front
and his friend had the hard manhood out and in his fist.  He was massaging
it vigorously while himself being rewarded for it by his friend.  My first
glimpse at an adult male principle -- albeit poorly lit -- live; and that
too in its full glory!  I felt my vaginal muscles squeezing my fingers a
few times in response.

   I turned to Debi and whispered, "The couple on the other side were
kissing a while back"

   "Kissing!" Debi said under her breath, "My god!  She is sucking him!"

   Obviously she could see past me.  I turned my head around rather slowly.
I need not have been worried about being discovered looking at them, for
the guy's head was thrown back and he was breathing through his mouth, his
eyes closed.  His partner was bent over towards him, her back to us, and
her face was buried in his lap.

   I had to jerk my fingers out of my cunt.  It was getting hard to resist.
Debi had not noticed; but the sudden movement of my hand under my sari drew
her attention.  Figuring out what I was up to and she offered her hand,
"Let me do it.."

   "Are you crazy ...?" I said in a whisper, "Ajit ..."

   "Never mind him ...  look" and she gestured towards herself.

   Ajit's left hand was inside her sari too.  I had missed it before since
Debi had carefully concealed his hand with the 'aanchal' of her sari.

   I smiled , grabbed her left hand, and guided it to my stomach in silent
approval.  She deftly wiggle her hand inside.  Her hand touched my wet
fingers.  Guiding it to my moist opening, I left the rest to her -- my hand
just resting on hers while she pleasured me.  I looked in her direction
again.  Our eyes met.  I saw the familiar naughty glitter in her
glazed-over eyes.

   Ajit was leaning slightly towards Debi to allow himself better control
over what he was doing under her sari.  He appeared rather calm for
somebody getting jerked off by his girlfriend ...  his lips were slightly
parted and I noticed him periodically closing his eyes; nothing more than
that to give him away.  Not that it mattered, for he was well-shielded from
the aisle by the short wall.  The usher, who normally hovers around with
his penlight turned on, were nowhere to be seen.  There was one short row
of seats behind us, and that was empty.  The row of seats one over and
across the aisle was occupied by the actress and her companions.  They were
all sitting very low in their seats and I could only see the crowns of
their heads.  Despite my preoccupation with what was going on between the
three of us, I couldn't help but wonder what THEY were up to.

   The auditorium was alive with the sounds of the love making on the
screen, mingled with those being generated by some of the members of the
audience in various states of excitement.  I myself was breathing rather
heavily ...  and audibly.  Despite the usual Bengali pedanticism about sex,
a sense of helpless abandon pervaded the theater.

   I wanted to lean over and kiss my cousin.  It was a strange feeling ...
as if we were engaged in a threesome.  I could almost feel Ajit through
Debi.  I wanted to do what he was doing to her.  Regardless of the state I
was in, I could not penetrate the thin veil that separated me from him.  I
reminded myself that I loved Debi too much to risk it.

   So, I satisfied myself by caressing her hand that was engaged between my
thighs.  Our fingers played a delicate instrument there; and I could sense
the rhythm from Ajit's hand transmitting through her and to our intertwined
fingers.  My other hand wanted to reach out and touch her breasts.  And
again I refrained from intruding.

   The woman on the screen was riding the man in a frenzy.  The full
frontal shot in the semidark bedroom showed her small firm breasts
quivering as she gyrated her hips, the man rubbing her at the apex of the
dark triangle.  Her head thrown back, she was screaming out her approach.
The man was bucking his hips up and down, his face hidden from the camera.

   The boys sitting in front row were visibly nearing their climax.  I
could see their hands moving faster and faster.  As I momentarily looked
back at Debi and whispered to look at them, Debi glanced in their direction
and, clutching my pubis with a little extra vigor, announced, "Oh ...  my
...  he is ....  comming ..." (literally translated: "Oh ...  my ...  the
boy ...  its happening !")

   I immediately jerked my head back in that direction, a sense of
momentary disappointment taking over at the prospect of missing the show.

   I did not.

++++++++++++ (End Part 5)

(To be continued)

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   NOTE: I thought that this part was a little too big.  So I am sending it
as "Part 5a" and "Part 5b" as email submissions.  Hoever, it will appear on
the ftp site as just "Part 5"

USUAL DISCLAIMER: Those that are offended by sex, are disturbed by
images of humans enjoying sex and those that fear blindness (or excessive
acne) are advised not to read past this disclaimer.  People not belonging
to the "Mature" category of beings (18 years or younger, where applicable)
are PROHIBITED beyond this point.

My Story (Part 5b) by Sharmila Sanyal



   The boy, whose erect member I was able to see, was still shooting his
white semen out under the expert pumping action of his friend's left hand.

   That was another first for me ...

   The force of his ejaculation sent the first few spurts above and over
the empty seat in front.  The boy was visibly exhausted; and as his friend
continued to pump him, his flow reduced to globs trickling down the head
and onto his friend's fist, he let is head slump back on the back of the
seat.

   It could not have been sooner.

   Immediately after that, the fucking on the screen was rudely interrupted
by the woman's toddler daughter, hugging her doll, barging in on them.

   Yeah!  They had not locked the door!  'Serves them right...', I remember
regarding in utter disappointment transmuting to a sense of ire towards
them.  It was hard to tell who was more disappointed ...  the woman, so
close to her climax, or the people, that were so in tune with the scene
this side of the screen.  The let down at that stage was too much for some
to bear ...  and it was almost palpable.

   In truth, we really did not need any stimulation from the movie anymore.
We were in our own world of sexual bliss.  The three of us carried gently
on and on with Ajit coming first.  As Debi announced in my ear about his
reaching the finish line, I couldn't hold back any longer.  More than the
sex on the screen, the thought of Debi's fist around Ajit's throbbing
manhood pushed me over the crest.  I closed my eyes and came -- holding our
two hands between my thighs in a vise-grip.  Debi needed a little more
fingering from him and she climaxed with carefully controlled convulsions.
A few more scenes showing explicit and simulated sex had come and gone,
undoubtedly bringing the rest of the audience some satisfaction ...  but I
didn't even bother to follow the rest of the movie.  I was in heaven.  The
invisible barrier that Ajit had unknowingly erected between me and Debi,
had finally started to crumble.

   There wasn't much of the movie left when we finished.  Like I said --
the 'goings on' on the screen were meaningless to me once our 'threesome'
got going in full swing; and I think the same was true for Debi and Ajit.
We caught our breath and spent the rest of the time in the soft darkness
rearranging our clothes.  The odor of male and female exudates, mixed with
a sweaty smell, filled the air inside.  When the credits started rolling
and the lights came on slowly -- matching the mood of the audience -- we
looked around us and discovered that the couple on my left had already
left. As we were making our exit, I noticed some guys trying to hide the
wet spots in their clothes with their hands strategically placed in front
of them.  Some had their shirts out of their pants.  Not a few of the women
had their saris rather badly crumpled.  The ushers, standing at the gate,
gave them the knowing smirk and made some remarks to each other under their
breaths.  The women tried to ignore them but the color on their cheeks gave
away their embarrassment.  The very public nature of what we had been a
part of made me horny again.

   Ajit and Debi looked at each other with naughty satisfied smiles at the
bus-stop.  He also looked at me and said, "So ...  how was it?" It was a
question equivocal in obvious naughtiness; and, looking straight at his
eyes, I knew that that's exactly what he intended it to be.

   I replied, albeit with another, "How did YOU like it?"

   He looked at Debi and said, "Oh ...  it was marvelous ...  the movie, I
mean".

   Debi hugged me from the side and said, "Sharmi loved it -- I know ... 
the movie, too?" Then she broke out in laughter.

   "I did, too -- you'll have to fill me in about the story later" I said,
and then added, "Are you leaving now?"

   "He has to" Debi answered for him, "He needs to freshen up".  I thought
I was a little disappointed at that.  God!  What was I thinking!  What did
I expect from Ajit's coming back to the house with us?!  I reproved myself
for letting my lurid imagination run amok.

   The bus came soon and Ajit clamored in along with a bunch of other movie
goers.  It was already crowded and I thought to myself that they wouldn't
need explain their disheveled clothes at their destinations.  I thought
about my experience the day before and felt my stomach muscles tighten as
the bus pulled away.

   "I am ready again, if you are" I told her as we left the bus-stop.

   "I know ..." Debi squeezed my hand and said, "me too ...  "

   " I want to know everything" I urged her by squeezing her hand back.

   "Oh boy, he was holding my hand and when that scene started he pulled it
to his lap," Debi described, "I felt it had swelled, so I started squeezing
it through his panjabi and the pajamas ..."

   "And it got more hard ...?" I was already breathing heavily.

   "Oh yeah ...  right under my hand; and I got sooo wet!  Ajit then pulled
up his panjabi and loosened the cord of his pajamas.  I figured what he
wants.  Put my hand inside and then under the 'jaangia' (Bengali for
'briefs').  It was sooo hard ...  like steel.  I started to pull it out;
but he stopped me.  I guess he did not want to mess up his clothes on the
outside.  So I held it inside his jaangia and massaged ..."

   "Was its head pointing up?" The details ...  I wanted the details.  I
needed to know the details to fully become a part of the threesome.

   "No, silly ...  then it would spurt out and on his panjabi, wouldn't
it!" Debi explained -- a slight hint of condescension in her voice, "the
head was down between his legs ...  Ooooh ...  it was really hot ..."

   "Then ...  ?" My clit was getting a gentle massage with every step that
I took.  I couldn't care less about sounding naive.  So I was -- for all
practical purposes; and Debi knew it.

   "He put his hand inside my sari, of course, and started doing me." Debi
said almost in a whisper, lest the passers by should be scandalized; not
that anybody could hear anything over the din of the usual evening crowd
and the honkings.

   "Oooh ...  Debi ....  I am hot ....  again!" I let her know.

   "I know.  I figured by just looking at you," Debi assured me.  "So?  You
want to do it here?" She added with a naughty chide in her voice.

   I must admit - I never knew that I had a little exhibitionist in me --
the idea did not seem too bizarre to me then.  Indeed, like I said before,
I had discovered just a short while back the eroticism inherent in doing it
in public.  While the idea was extremely appealing, we certainly could not
venture into making it real.  So, we waited till we were alone at Debi's.
Once inside, she quickly closed the front door even as I was taking my sari
off.

   We went into the living room and Debi closed the windows.  Through the
wooden shutters, twilight filtered into the otherwise darkened room.  I was
standing in the middle of the room in my petticoat and blouse.  Debi turned
around and looked at me with tender lust.  My heart fluttered in
anticipation.  I wanted her right then.  I wanted to smell her and I wanted
to smell Ajit on her.  As she approached me I grabbed her hands in mine and
lifted them up to my face ...  I covered my nose in her palm.

   Aaaah ...  Ajit's and my own odor mingled from her two palms and into my
nostrils.  I felt my cunt throb, soaking my panties some more.

   Cupping my face in her palms, Debi kissed me on the lips.  As I parted
them, her tongue darted in, caressing my teeth and then playing with mine.
I reached around her back with both arms and drew her to me.  My fingers
found the hooks that held her sleeveless blouse and I undid them one by
one. She reciprocated by undoing mine from the front.  We were still
standing in each other's arms; and Debi was still fully clothed.  I
presumed she didn't want dash at it.  It was just fine with me, for I could
feel my juices running down the inside of my thighs.  The thin fabric of
the panties could hold only so much!  As much as my orgasm was just a
finger's touch away, I did not want it to be over just yet.  I have forever
been a sucker for gentle and prolonged sex.  Not that there haven't been
occasions and needs for quickies - solo or otherwise - but, following one,
I am almost always left with a sense of non-fulfillment (is there such a
word?  If not, consider it coined; for there isn't a better word in my
vocabulary).

   Debi pushed my blouse aside and unclasped my bra with one hand --
passing it with a feather-touch from my nipple to nipple.  Already
engorged, they now firmed up and became erect.  The third throbbed between
my legs - begging to be touched.  I stiffened every muscle in my body and
ignored it.  Oh ...  was it ever tough!  Indeed, I had to keep my thighs
adequately apart to keep my love-button from receiving any involuntary
attention.

   It seemed like an eternity before Debi broke her embrace and withdrew
her tongue from my mouth.  Both of us gasped for air, surfacing from the
depth of our mutual desire.  She tugged at the cords of my petticoat and it
fell to the floor in a neat heap around my ankles.  I took my blouse and
the bra off.  Then I simply tugged at her sari, that was neatly tucked into
her petticoat, and it came undone almost all at once.  She hurriedly undid
the chords and slipped out of the rest of the garments.  The next moment,
we were again standing in a tight embrace - this time ,though, only a thin
film of sweat -- beside my panties, drenched at the crotch -- was all that
separated our bodies.

   My nipples rubbed against her's and they seemed to swell further and
become more stiff -- if that were possible.  They were sending off sparks
in every direction, as we moaned into each other's ears.

   "That movie was ...  terrific ...  wasn't it?" Debi moaned, trying to
part my legs with her thighs.  She wanted to do it standing.

   "Oh ...  yesss ...  Debi ...  and ...  you frigged ...  Ajit ...  seeing
that!  Didn't you ...  ?" I said, holding my ground with my feet firmly
planted on the cold cement floor.  I did not want any part of her to touch
me there!  Not even the fabric of my panties would then prevent the
inevitable.

   "Yessss ...  yesss ...  oh ...  it was hard and warm ...  and he came
inside his jaangia ....  " Debi kept saying, still trying to get to my cunt
with her thighs, "and I did you ...  in there ...  it was so hot ...  that
way ..."

   "It was hot ...  Debi ...  let me do you now ...  " I begged, "I want to
...  so much ...  sweet Debi ..."

   "I want to do you too, Sharmi ..." Debi insisted.

   "I am too hot right now" I whispered, "I will come right now if you
touch me."

   Debi understood and, breaking our embrace, stood back a little.  Holding
my breasts in her hands, she stooped and took one of the erect nipples
between her teeth.  I clutched her hair and cried out in pleasure - "Oh my
...  Debi ...  nnnnngh ....  aaaaahhhhh ....  God ...  ohhhh!" With that I
pulled her down on the floor.

   She lay on her back, her firm well-rounded breasts quivering in
anticipation.  The two dark aureoles, capped by swollen hard nipples,
beckoned me urgently.  I crawled on top of her - supporting my torso on my
elbows - my two legs resting slightly apart between hers.

   I looked into her eyes as our nipples met, once again sending ripples of
electricity through my naked form.  She closed her eyes and parted her
lips. I dove into it with my tongue and sealed it with my lips -- making an
'O' around hers.  I flicked my tongue around inside her mouth.  She played
with it with her own.  Mixed together, the saliva was an aphrodisiac!

   She brought her hands up and, supporting her breasts from the sides,
gently rubbed her nipples against mine.  They were aching ...  as if they
would burst ....

   I slid down along her perspiring body and buried my face into the soft
valley.  She smelled wonderful, with her perfume ...  her sweat ...  her
arousal mingling into the familiar aroma of excitement.  I inhaled and
bathed my senses in it.  Then, propping myself up again, I took her nipples
in my mouth -- taking turn and lingering on each.  I would circle the
aureoles with my lips, and then gradually let it slide back till the nipple
positioned itself between my lips.  I would suck hard and then lightly bite
on it ...

   We had learned to pleasure each other over the past several months. 
Some of it were gathered through erotica, both English and Bengali; but,
mostly, we discovered our bodies mutually.  Wonderfully, though, despite
our knowledge of each other's body and its pleasures, we rediscover each
other every time.  We have never failed to surprise each other.

   "Ohhhhhnnnnng ...  Aaaaaaah ....  Sharmi ....  Ooooh ...." Debi started
to moan.  She clasped the small of my back with her legs and started to
rock ...  thrusting her pelvis towards me ...  almost pathetically making
futile attempts at trying to make her cunt make contact with my belly. 
Even in that state of my own arousal I felt in control.  I was in charge of
the schedule.  I would decide when she spent ...  when we spent ...

   Even as I was raising the heat in Debi, I was wetting the floor directly
beneath my cunt with my more-than-copious juice seeping through the thin
fabric that clung to my crotch.  I took a hand between our bellies and
moved it down between her legs.  Her cropped silky thatch, slippery wet
from my secretion, was plastered against her pubis.  I slid the hand
slightly further down and -- parting the swollen lips -- inserted two
fingers inside.  Her juice, having welled up in the tunnel, immediately
flooded my hand up to the wrist.  I started a slow ,and deliberate motion
...  wiggling my fingers with every stroke...

   "My ...  Ahhhhh ....  God ....  Sharmi ...  yesss ....  yes" Debi arched
her back and shouted her approval.

   "Mmmmmmm ....  " is all I responded with -- my mouth busy at her
breasts.

   "Oh ...  oh ...  Sharmi ...  Sharmi ...  Sharmi ...  my God ...  I ... I
...  ooooof ...  oooof ...  nnnnng ...  I can't ...  stand ...  it ... 
anymore ..." Debi moaned and crooned and undulated.

   It was getting harder and harder for me to keep my cool.  I had to
struggle to keep my thighs from coming together upon my low-set clit.  But,
even as Debi gyrated her hips in rhythm, matching that of my digits, I grew
more and more determined to take her to the nadir and show her that what
Ajit could do, I could do better.  My love for her and my envy towards her
beating me to a cock complemented each other, I think.

   "Sharmi!  My Sharmi ...  do it ...  do me.  Fuck me ....  fuck me ....
ooooooof .....  nnnnnng ....  fuck me ....  frig ...  frig ...  frig me ...
yesssssss ....  yes ...  yes ...  " Debi's whole body was flailing under me
...  her back arching ...  her hips moving up and down, and sideways ... 
forming a wave.  I decided it was time.  I withdrew my fingers from her
cunt.

   "Ooooooooh!  No ...  no ...  nommmmmm ....." Debi bucked her hips up --
moaning her disappointment.

   "Shhhhh ...." I stopped her objection with my lips and massaged both her
breasts more vigorously with both hands.

   I slid down again, keeping both my hands on her breasts and tweaking the
stiff nipples between the index and middle fingers.  Drawing my tongue
along the middle of her belly I stopped at her deep navel.  I felt her
muscles tighten as she let out a lung-full of air when I drew a circle
around it with the tip of my tongue.  Clutching my head in her hands, she
held it there for a moment and then let me on my way for further
explorations ...

   I pulled myself up on all fours, my head hovering directly above her
lower belly.  She looked at me from under her heavy eye-lids ...  a
helpless abandon in that look.  I was in charge!

   I kissed her mons, the tickle from her triangle sharpening my own
excitement.  I placed my hands on either side of her cunt lips -- taking
care not to touch them directly.  I squeezed the flesh, that flanked her
swollen lips, together ...  Debi squealed in delight ...  forming some
intelligible words of pleasure.  Clear slippery juice dribbled down the
crack, along her buttocks and onto the floor.  Almost involuntarily, she
pulled her knees up and spread her thighs wide apart.



   I could wait no more.  Without my hands holding them shut, the labia
were almost an inch apart.  The pink tunnel -- filling up constantly with
her juice -- twitched at me invitingly; and I didn't have the will left to
resist ...

   Getting between her thighs, I brought my mouth down to her cunt.  I
extended my legs behind me and, lying now on my belly, I put my tongue
inside her.

   "Oh ...  my God ....  my ...  my ...  Sharmi ...  eat ...  eat ...  eat
...  eat my cunt ....  yessss ...  " her buttocks raised up in the air and
stayed there, as if to engulf me by her sex.

   I slurped and slurped and slurped ....  her never ending nectar flowing
down the side of my mouth.  I felt her clitoris throb against my nose and,
as I lapped her cunt, I pressed hard against the love-button with my nose.
Debi shuddered and brought her thighs together to hold my head tightly
between them ...  as if afraid of my mouth losing its target.

   "Aaaaaaaaaah ....  fuck ....  eat ....  yeah ...  yesssssss ..... 
ooooooooooof ....  I ...  I ....  I ....  Noooooo ...  nnnnnnnnnnnghhhh
...."

   And she came!  Her clit almost shuddering against the tip of my nose --
her cunt muscles spasmodically squeezing my still moving tongue -- she
came...

   I was still in control -- I thought to myself!

   I kept on nudging at her clit and kept on licking up her juice from
inside her and she kept on coming.  My nipples ached in distension; my own
vagina flowed uncontrolled; under the drenched fine fabric, my clitoris
cried out for a touch -- but I kept on sucking at her as her hips gyrated
wildly, my head still tightly held between her thighs ...



   Finally she let herself go.  With one loud sigh, she dropped her
buttocks back to the floor and let her thighs fall on either side.  But I
had not had enough of her yet.  I took her clit between my lips and started
sucking ...

   "No!  No!  Sharmi ...  sweet darling ...  Sharmi, no more ...  please
... please ...  I am done ...." Debi begged me to stop.  But I was in a
sexual frenzy of my own.  I kept playing with it using my lips, my tongue
....

   She yanked at my hair and pulled me up on top of her.  I kissed her full
on her mouth ....

   "Mmmmmmmmm ...  I taste good!" She said, licking her own juice off my
face.  And with that, she slid one of her thighs between mine and pulled
her knee up ....

   I squirmed on her thigh ...  my clit sending shock waves through my
body. She rocked with me laying on her ...  stomach to stomach, nipple to
nipple, our breasts pressed together ....

   Like a hurricane making landfall it happened ...  and I came -- my
panties still on, I climaxed in a violent convulsion that lasted for a
whole minute ...  (I think...)

   "I ...  I ...  I'm cummmmmmming ....  Debi .....  yes ....  yess .... 
yesssssnnnnnnnnng ..." I yelled out in pleasure.

   Debi continued rocking; and she massaged my back and my buttocks with
her two hands, urging me to completion, "Oh ...  yes ...  do it ...  do it
...  on my thigh ...  yes ...  come ...  come on me ...  nice ...  Sharmi
...  nicely ...  yesss ...." she sighed in my ears as I drenched her thigh
blissfully.



   We lay there, I on top of her, on the cold cement floor for eternity. 
The ceiling fan -- the sole witness to our sex -- groaning above us as if
complaining of being left high and dry.  I am not sure how long we had to
wait to catch our breath, but Debi finally reminded me of another urgency.

   "I need to pee ..." She said with a chuckle.

   "My God, yes ...  me too ..." I was suddenly aware that my bladder must
have reached its limit for quite sometime.

   Exhausted, we both had to pull ourselves off the floor.

   I learnt that night that such scenes, that drove me and most of the
spectators wild, were not new to Debi.  She had watched movies with
steamier scenes with Ajit.  I was hurt -- for I immediately imagined them
sitting in a dark cinema, masturbating each other off -- without me.

   I know, I know; but when it came to Debi, I was not quite rational.

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