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A Note from Me:
I have been told that, for the reader to be able to comprehend and enjoy
the eroticism in My Story, I need to include a few explanations about
certain socio-cultural aspects. So, the introduction to this part will be
about those that have already figured in the story. I was addressing Debi
as "Moni-di": Indians, in general, do not address somebody older by her/his
first name. That is considered rude and uncivilized. Instead, an order of
kinship and familial addressing system has been developed that is followed
even between strangers. While in some parts of India people are slowly
moving away from such traditions, Bengal still follows it. Older sister
and brother are addressed as Didi and Dada, respectively, in Bengali.
Those are rather generic and usually within a family setting, extended or
nuclear, the short suffix of -Di or -Da are used (e.g. Sharmila-di). In
some families, like mine, it is insisted that the real given name not be
used as it would be tantamount to calling her/him by name. So,
endearingly, Debi was called "Moni-di" by her juniors in her family; and,
since we had none addressed in our family by that name, we had adopted it
too. To my juniors in our immediate extended family, I am known as
"Shona-di". To my more distant cousins, I am "Sharmi-di". Sometimes, by
the permission of the addressee, one is allowed to use the real name. This
also is a sign of closeness between the two. Hence the change from
"Moni-di" to "Debi". Kissing in Public: It is not so much a taboo as it is
a question of sensitivity. Kissing is part of the foreplay that leads to
sex. overs' kiss in India is part of an intimacy that is only to be
enjoyed in private. It is not as trivial as it is in the West. If kissing
were a taboo, it would have remained from the mainstream literature. Far
from it, joining of lips between lovers has been described by Indian poets
and bards in exhalting details through millenia. Thus, the mores against
public displays of intimacy are rather esoteric, in my opinion.
The Usual Disclaimer: Please do not proceed any further than this line
if you are not an adult. The following contains description of sexual
intimacy between two human beings that care about each other. If anything
but the most missionary offends you, you are advised to move on.
Feel free to write to me with your comments and any meaningful insights.
(anu_g42@hotmail.com)
My Story (Part 6)
In the next few months that followed, Debi, Ajit and I had gotten closer
-- psychologically speaking. We would meet almost every other day at a
coffee shop in South Calcutta. Our conversations ranged from politics to
sex. Debi and I would strike up conversations about her sex life with Ajit
and he would join in, describing, albeit allegorically, what they had done
the last time. They still had not, however, progressed to the essential
union. Both of them, for some esoteric reason, had wanted to wait more.
Nonetheless, they were (and I was) having fun exactly the way it was. I
took satisfaction in the knowledge that the only sex that Debi's touched
was mine. Sometimes when Ajit came in her hand too quickly - especially
when he would have a prior exposure to some juicy erotica - and Debi would
not want to be just frigged -- she would come over to our place unannounced
and surprise me. The surprise would spill over well into the night after
the rest of the house fell asleep.
My big days came and went. I did rather well in the Joint Entrance and
in my Higher Secondary. All through that time I never stopped sleeping
with Debi. Indeed, I realised later that, I could not have done well in my
exams if I did. I would have constantly thought about sex and my studies
would have suffered. Of course, Debi was instrumental in not allowing me
to remain consumed with thoughts of sex. She took charge during that month
and never let me stay awake past midnight.
I got into Calcutta Medical College. I was also accepted at a very
reputable college down South, but, of course, decided to remain in
Calcutta. Debi and Ajit were by then in their final year of college. Both
were going to graduate with Bachelors in Physics. Since my college is in
the central part of the city, and almost next door to their's, the
Presidency, the three of us met everyday. Sometimes, after college, Debi
would come home with me and spend the night.
For two weeks, right before and during the Christmas-New Year holidays,
I went away with my family to visit one of my aunts who lived in another
city, in another state. Needless to say, during that time, I missed Debi
-- my own fingers failing to fill the void. I could not wait to get back
to Calcutta.
I went straight to Debi's place the same evening we were back. It was a
Saturday. She quickly took me to her room, asked Sutapa to get lost, and
closed the door. I hugged her tight and kissed her on the lips. She
reciprocated by putting her arms around me and squeezing my buns. I had
gotten wet between my legs in anticipation even as I was riding the bus to
her home. And, now her smell made my cunt throb inside.
Debi broke our embrace and said, "I have something to show you..." and
with that, she opened the lock to her personal cupboard and brought out a
slender white thing that resembled a tooth-brush holder - only much
thicker. It was about eight inches in length and an inch in diameter, with
one end smoothly tapered. Debi held it up in her hand, her fist around the
base, and it took me a few seconds to figure out what it was. We have seen
pictures of it in magazines and have even seen pictures of it being used.
"Wow, Debi..." I exclaimed, "where did you get THAT?!"
"Ajit's cousin brought it" Debi explained, "You know, the one he always
talks about ... "
"You mean ... that Dipankar?" Ajit had talked about his cousin who
lives in the USA. Dipankar's parents, both architectural engineers, had
emigrated when Dipankar was about five. In due course, they became US
citizens. He and Ajit are almost the same age, Dipankar being older by
about six months.
"Ajit apparently asked him to bring this for me and you" Debi explained,
handing me the thing.
"You mean Dipankar knows about me and you?" I asked with a little
embarrassment. I guess I had grown up too much and did not like anybody
else in on our intimacy.
"No, no..." Debi calmed me down, "Ajit did not tell him anything about
you, so don't worry."
"So... have you used it?" I asked, trying to figure out how it works.
"No... " Debi took a step closer and, putting a hand over one of my
breasts, whispered in my ears "I was waiting for you to get back... no fun
alone."
"Does it need batteries?" I asked.
"Yeah, and I have put them in." Taking the object of our discussion from
my hand she turned it on by twisting the base. The thing made a low pitch
noise.
"Want to try it out now?" I brazen.
"You must be crazy... Sharmi..." Debi tried to pour some cold water on
me, "You know Sutapa will be back any time. We have to wait till later...
may be tomorrow at your place?"
"And what do you think I do in the mean time?" I complained with genuine
hurt in my voice.
"Oh... Sharmi... you are very very naughty and incorrigible" Debi
said, "Ok let me do you..." with that, she had one of her hands inside my
sari. I reciprocated and we were on her bed the next moment, rubbing each
other with our hands.
"Oh... Oh... Oh...." Debi was no less horny; her passage was
definitely slippery.
"So... you didn't want it - eh?" I looked into her eyes as I inserted
one finger into her cunt.
"God... I missed you...." Debi tweaked my clit between her two fingers
...
"Oh yeah? Not as much as I did..." We were laying on our sides, facing
each other, with our arms straight inside each other's sari through the
waist. It was not a very comfortable position. I was horny enough not to
mind the slight discomfort I felt in my left arm, with the palm facing out
at Debi's cunt. Debi didn't seem to mind either...
"You and Ajit did not frig each other all this time?" I am blunt when
horny.
"Did... oh... oh ... oh ... yes ... faster ... but ... he ...
has been... rather busy ... with his... cousin ..." Debi was already
bucking her hips at me with her eyes closed. From her breathing I could
tell that she was not going to last too long...
"Yesss ... want to finish it.... Debi.... my Debi..." I asked while
keeping a steady pressure on her clit.
"Yess... Yesss... oh.. yesss..." She whispered loudly, "havn't done
it for a week.... nnnngggghhhh..... faster .... rub it... rub it ....
my God .... yeah .... come ... come with me ... sweet Sharmi .... are
you ready ...?"
I had been ready for the last week, too.
"Yesss .... I'll do it ... I'll come ... fuck me ... with your ...
finger .... yeah ... like that .... yyyyeaaah.... come... come ....
come .... "
We were frantic. In a tight embrace, our mouths locked as if in a
vacuum and our bellies grinding against each other -- oblivious of the
cramp developing in our arms -- we spent with a series of shudders. It was
over as fast as it had started. For the next few minutes we lay in each
others arms, one hand still between the other's legs.... There was no need
for the new toy that evening!
Debi came to our place the next morning. I happened to be downstairs
and answered the door-bell. There she was, on our door-step and right
behind her was Apollo.
"Hi there, Sharmi..." Debi was pobably addressing me, "Look who's here
with us"
Yeah... Debi, Ajit and Apollo.
"Hello... Ajit ..."
"Not there, here..." Ajit passed a hand in front of my eyes...
"Yeah... Yeah... OK ..." I could not take my eyes off Apollo.
"This is Dipankar, my cousin" Ajit introduced Apollo.
"Namashkaar... ! How are you? I mean... blah blah blah...."
"Sharmi... Do you want us to stand here for the rest of the morning?"
Debi interjected rather sharply. She had to, otherwise I would have kept
on making a fool of myself.
Yes! Dipankar has the most beautiful body and the most handsome face to
go with it. He looked like Ajit a lot, but was a little taller with a
head-full of wavy hair. Ajit is a shade darker than Dipankar. Ajit did
not look athletic; Dipankar, you could tell, worked out regularly.
Well, you guessed it: It was 'LOOOVE' at first sight. By the time we
were up in my room, I was daydreaming. Strangely enough, I was not
wondering about Dipankar's manhood like I used to about Ajit's. However, I
was getting wet just thinking about him.
So, we got introduced to each other better once we were in my room.
Apparently Ajit has talked about me a lot, sans the intimate details (I
hoped). And Dipankar said that I looked even more beautiful than he had
imagined. I was expecting some sort of a foreign accent in his Bengali and
was impressed to find none. Later I learned that he visited Calcutta
almost every year when he was school. We kept on making small talk the
rest of the evening -- and I kept on looking at him and being horny. Debi
guessed my state. She took me outside and asked, "You are horny, aren't
you?" What could I say? I nodded helplessly. "You want me to stay
tonight?" She asked. "Yes, did you bring that thing with you?" I asked.
"You know what? I did...." Debi smiled, "I had put it in my purse before I
left... just in case..."
So Debi stayed back for lunch and beyond. It being Sunday, others in
the house were settling down in their rooms with books and siesta while
Debi and I went up to my room and closed the door securely. The winter
afternoons are pleasant -- even cool for a typical Bengali -- and my room,
being in the North of the house, was chilly. After a heavy traditional
Sunday lunch, we were both cold. I rubbed my hands together and looked at
Debi. She was looking just fantastic in her heavy saalwaar-kaameez. Her
shapely figure was accentuated by the loose-fitting dress that hung
provocatively from her shoulders and over the mounds of her beautiful
breasts -- a mysterious appeal carelessly shrouded from view. I looked at
her eyes and she smiled back, sitting down on the bed. I picked up her
purse and opened the clasp.
"Can't wait, can you?" leaning back on my bed with her hands supporting
her torso, Debi commented at my eagerness.
"I am 'hot' ..." I said, "I've looking forward to seeing you since
yesterday, you know!"
"Just seeing me?" Debi teased me.
"Yeah ... " I had the 'THING' out in my hands, "I want to watch you
fuck yourself with this."
"Let's do it tonight, Sharmi," Debi said, "I just want to cuddle up with
you now."
"You're going to stay tonight?" I aksed with excitement in my voice.
"Yeah ... my Ma know that I am spending the night here."
"All right ..." I dropped the thing back inside her purse and got out of
my skirt. The panties followed the skirt on the floor and I climbed into
my bed. "So, you want to sit there fully clothed?" I asked Debi. She
stood up and unbuttoned the kaameez, and I could see the smooth skin of the
valley between her breasts. Sensuously, she slipped out of it and stood
there in front of me in her loosefitting pants and a skimpy bra. "Wow!" I
said with a low whistle, "when ... where did you buy it?"
"At the New Market" she replied and pulled the cord of her saalwaar.
Stepping out of the pants -- that lay in heap around her ankles -- she
added, "Ajit insisted that I bought these -- you like them?" Her panties --
an equally skimpy piece of cloth -- matched her bra. They barely covered
her essentials. The bra was designed to accentuate the fullness of her
breasts by separating them just enough while supporting the globes firmly
(not that they needed any extra support). The upper border of the bra
barely covered her large aureoles and the nipples started to show through
the satiny fabric. I guess my admiring (and eager) stare had started to
arouse her. The panties did nothing more than define the gorgeous area
under her belly-button and between those slender shapely legs. Not only
the was the triangle of her pubic curls showing from either side, the
awfully narrow piece, representing the crotch, did little to cover her
labia. She looked edible enough.
"You look ... mmmm ... you are making me hot, Debi!" I said, "Did Ajit
see you in this ... of course not. All you two do is ..."
"Soon ... pretty soon." She said and crawled into the bed beside me. I
grabbed the comforter and covered ourselves with it. Debi's skin felt nice
and warm against mine and we lay there for a while on our back -- our
bodies barely touching along the lengths of our arms. Debi wore a light
perfume -- a mildly seductive fragrance of Gardenia. Well, some would
argue against that and would insist that Gardenia does not smell seductive,
but on Debi it did -- mixed with her natural scent.
"Dipankar is beautiful, isn't he?" Debi spoke her mind finally.
"Oh ... hmmm." I sighed my response. "But Ajit is handsome too, Debi."
I made sure she was reminded.
"Sure ... I know that, but Dipankar is ... I don't know ... like ...
like ..."
"Apollo" I finished her sentence.
"Apollo! You are right ... " she propped herself up beside me and,
looking into my eyes, asked, "you are totally gone, aren't you?"
I put my arm around her neck and said, "But why would he be interested
in a poor Bengali lass when he can date those blue-eyed blondes in
America?"
"Don't be coy ... you ... you," Debi said, "you know any man would
give his right arm to be able to be with you. God, I haven't seen a more
beautiful girl!" She planted a kiss on my lips.
"Don't exaggerate Debi! Look at yourself in the mirror?" I always got
embarrased at such things from Debi.
"OK may be I have," she said with a chuckle and, pushing her thigh
between my legs, added, "but that does not disprove what I just said."
"How would you know? You're not a man."
"No. I'm not. But when did that start bothering you?" Debi sounded
hurt.
"Oh, Debi .... I love you so much. You know what I meant." I said,
pulling her thigh in towards me.
"Yeah ... I know, I know ... you need a big hard dick! I was just
teasing. No, seriously, Ajit is always talking about you." Debi said, her
soft hand gently passing over my breasts under my blouse, "if it were about
someone else, I would have been mad."
"So you don't mind him admiring me?" I nuzzeled my face up under her
chin and whispered.
"Not at all ... indeed it would be fun ... me and you ... and Ajit
..."
We were well into our lurid mood. I freed myself from her and propped
myself up on my side -- facing Debi -- just as she was. Our nipples
touched, sending a mild shock through my body. I closed my eyes and stuck
my tongue out; and I felt the tip of hers touching mine. We lay on our
sides, our bodies touching only at our nipples through the fabrics. We
played with our toungues.
"Aaaah .... " Debi exhaled, "I wish Ajit was here with us." I always
let her begin the fantasizing. Even at the height of my arousal, I managed
to keep my senses about. I didn't want to risk anything that we had. One
never knows how and when resentments on such things creep in. Once she
started, I went along with it -- never showing too much ardor. I
fantasized about Ajit a lot. He had been a predominant subject -- albeit
never without Debi -- during my solo sessions. That afternoon another face
kept appearing alongside; and I could not let it go.
"And, Dipankar ..." I let my fantasy be known.
"Yes ..." Debi looked into my eyes and betrayed herself, "they both
would be doing us ... ooohhh ... it's ... it's ..."
"So hot!" I finished her sentence and drew myself closer to her body. I
pushed one of my thighs between her legs. My wet lips touched her skin --
sending a shiver across my belly and up to my breasts.
"We would take turn sucking their cocks and they would suck our pussies
..." Debi continued and reached between our bellies to pull the crotch of
her panties to one side. Her bare cunt made contact with my thigh. Laying
on our sides in a tight embrace, we started pushing our hips -- gentle
delight from the soft wet friction pervading our senses in the slow rythm.
We moaned and whispered our fantasies into each other's ears as we received
pleasure from just being there in each other's arms - breasts to breasts,
belly to belly -- cunts pressed against thighs. After a while we stopped
saying anything. We just breathed and purred into each other's mouths as
we rocked and we squirmed for the whole afternoon without climaxing.
That was indeed a first for us and it felt good -- so good that, without
having to say a word to that effect thus far, both of us knew that we
didn't want to reach orgasm. When we finally broke embrace, we were
virtually breathless. Our breathing during the past couple of hours had
accelarated to such a pace that we felt light-headed.
"Ohhh!" Debi spoke after a while, "I feel like doing it into the night
like this!" We were lying on our backs looking at the white ceiling. It
was already getting dark. I looked at the table-clock beside my bed. It
was half-past-four!
"I know, I don't want to open the door tonight." I said; and as I
caressed the inside of her thigh with my fingers, I could feel the linen
under my buttocks getting wet from my juices running down along the crease.
It was a giddiness that I was almost afraid to let go -- a feeling that I
wished would last for an eternity. Debi felt the same way. She expressed
it just the way I would have -
"I don't want to finish it," she said. There was -- is -- no better way
to express it.
We didn't want to leave the room and for the first time ever I realized
the functionality of an attached bathroom. When I opened the door, my
brother was standing there -- about to knock. He is just about a year
older than me and we have always been quite close. He looked at me
quizzically and announced that Ma was worried that we were sleeping so late
on a winter afernoon. I did not say anything meaningful and simply brushed
past him towards the bathroom.
That night, with the unfulfilled tension held over since the afternoon,
we fucked each other with the vibrator till the battery gave up. It was
definitely a new sensation. I can not say I liked the thing immensely.
Nothing matches a warm mouth and a tongue or a real finger; but the very
idea of using a vibrator -- of which so much have been made in photo shoots
and other erotica -- made us horny. I must admit that it felt good on the
clit when I touched it very lightly.
As we put the humming vibrator inside our cunts, we whispered our
fantasies into to each other about Ajit and Dipankar fucking us both,
taking turns; and that Ajit and Dipankar were watching us masturbating. We
imagined them jerking off together as spectators -- and every other
conceivable lurid scenarios.
Picturing them naked together and masturbating was what drove us over
the peak and we climaxed blissfully, panting and huffing our wild fantasies
into each others cunts. And, somewhat ungratefully, we hardly gave the
vibrator a second glance before we fell asleep for that night.
Our colleges reopened in the first week of January and Debi, Ajit and I
started meeting up everyday as usual. Dipankar had left just before that.
It was actually an official visit for him. He is an engineer by profession
and was sent to Calcutta on business by his firm. I met him about twice
since that morning, and he promised to return that summer for a longer
visit. Debi and I now started including him regularly, along with Ajit, in
our fantasies during love making. We discovered that the images of two
boys in their twenties pleasuring us simultaneouly drove us crazy with
lust. Then we also discovered that we liked to fantasize about Ajit and
Dipankar engaged in masturbation with each other. It drove Debi especially
wild. I knew already that Debi was also quite impressed with Dipankar's
good looks -- and after a while I was convinced of the physical effect he
had on her.
It was during one such wild fantasizing session in the intimate privacy
of our room that Debi decided to let me in on a secret. A secret that she
had apparently kept from me till then, apprehensive of my reaction.
"You want to know about Dipankar?" She said. I was laying flat on my
back and she was on her side with one thigh over my legs -- caressing my
breasts with a gentle massage. We had just finished each other off with
our fingers.
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