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Some other preoccupation had kept me from reviewing and
editing this portion of My Story, and hence the slight
delay in posting. I have received a few letters from
readers urging me to hurry up, and I am truly flattered at
their impatience. I think I have indicated earlier that I
have completed writing "My Story", so, barring my demise,
all of it should appear in due course.
In spite of some serious suggestions about using one or two
proof-readers, I have decided not to. Instead, I rely on my
readers to find the mistakes and email me at their
convenience. I sincerely appreciate any feed-back.
NOTE: Please visit my 'ftp' site at asstr-mirror.org's Authors
section to read the previous parts.
WARNING: Do not proceed beyond this "warning" if you are
not a mature person and/or are offended by explicit written
descriptions of sexual encounters!
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My Story (part 7)
It was during one of their annual visits to
Calcutta, that Dipankar, then around twelve, initiated his
first cousin in the art of masturbation. Being close in
their ages, they were also best friends -- despite the
geographical distance.
It was the summer of 1974 and Calcutta was
transformed into 'Venice' due to a week of continuous rain.
Schools were out and the kids were all having fun floating
paper-boats right from their door steps. Being from a part
of the world where cities rarely took on a similar
appearance, Dipankar was in a state of shocked amusement.
Not that he had not experienced monsoon in Calcutta before,
but not in that scale. His parents, quite understandably,
did not let him play in the dirty water. So, Dipankar was
in his room upstairs doing what a bored twelve-year-old
would like to do on monsoon afternoons, especially if he
could have sneaked in a few Playboys in his suitcase from
America.
When Ajit came up to the room, looking for his
American cousin, he found him sprawled on their bed on his
tummy, his legs spread apart. His chin resting on the
pillow, Dipankar had a colorful magazine open in front of
him. He was intently looking at something on that open page
and rocking his hips back and forth. Although he himself
had never done it that way, it did not take him long to
realise what his cousin was up to.
Ajit had been masturbating since he was ten. But,
so far, the only way he did it was by massaging the head
between his thumb and the fingers. He couldn't even do it
with his left hand -- it had to be the right. Things were
about to get a lot better as he slowly closed the door and
locked it from inside.
"So... I thought you did not do it..." as Ajit broke the
silence of the room, Dipankar froze. "You don't have to
worry Dipu, I do it everyday..." Ajit assured his cousin as
he sat down on the bed.
Dipankar turned his head and looked at him. "I was bored
... so I thought I'd look at the Playboys," he said almost
in an explanatory tone. To Ajit, that name made little
sense.
"Wow..." Ajit's eyes were drawn towards the open pages,
where a girl with alabaster skin was sitting cross legged
in the nude, with one hand strategically placed between her
legs. the hand only had covered the slit, the curly blonde
pubic hairs showing around it. The boobs were perfect
domes, capped with taut nipples centering the large
aureoles. As a natural reaction to walking in on his
cousin's solo act -- and to the picture in front of him now
-- Ajit's own member was fully erect under his shorts. Like
most kids his age, he did not wear the 'jaangia' at home;
consequently the sign of his arousal was quite apparent.
"What book is this?" Ajit's eyes were about to pop out of
their orbits as his hand almost involuntarily found its
target between his legs. "Where did you get this?" He asked
in a whisper.
"You like this one?" Dipankar said, "You want to see more?"
And with that he handed him the glossy Playboy.
Ajit had never seen anything so lurid. His sexual
stimulation usually had come from the mutts engaged in the
act on the streets. Sometimes he had stood in front of the
used-book stalls by the sidewalks and looked at the covers
on the smutty novelettes, before hurrying back home for a
trip to the bathroom -- to be alone. At night, he would
simply lie on his left side and use the right hand to rub
the foreskin on the head, easily reaching 'orgasm' within a
few minutes just thinking about the pictures of half-clad
women. He had not yet started ejaculating.
As Ajit intently looked at the pictures of the
beautiful women, Dipankar watched the reaction between
Ajit's legs. He was experiencing the same effect that Ajit
had experienced watching him do it against the mattress. He
pressed his cock hard against the bed and rocked his hips
from side to side ... and he realised that he was getting
more excited doing it in front of Ajit.
Dipankar turned over on his back. He was wearing a
pair of pajamas and had his cock facing his navel between
his belly and the sheet. The pajama cord must have come
loose while he was pleasuring himself like that, for the
young manhood -- in its full glory -- popped out into the
open through the top. As if instinctively, Ajit reached
out, grabbed his cousin's hard cock and started frigging
him the only way he knew how.
"Aaaaahhhhh..." Dipankar moaned. It felt good. He then
offered to do Ajit, and Ajit opened the fly of his shorts.
His already rock-hard penis jumped out. Dipankar circled
the slender cock between his index and the thumb, and
started stroking it up and down, pulling the foreskin all
the way down and exposing the red pointed head. Ajit closed
his eyes and enjoyed the manipulation. He never felt this
good doing it himself.
After a while the tentativeness disappeared and
Dipankar held his cousin's hard cock in his full fist. He
continued moving his hand up and down, feeling the heat
from Ajit's cock being transmitted from his palm, up his
arm and to his own engorged penis. A sticky watery droplet
formed at the slit of the round bulb, lubricating Ajit's
fingers that massaged the pinkish head through the
foreskin.
"You wanna pee?" Ajit made his naivete known.
"Ngh-ngh" eyes closed in pleasure derived from his cousins
fingers, Dipankar shook his head.
"But... Dipu... you are..." Ajit insisted....
Dipankar looked at his cousin in amusement and
explained. Ajit was even more excited following the short
course in essential physiology. He was sitting, beside his
prostrate cousin, genuflected at the edge of the bed rather
awkwardly. Making himself more comfortable by stretching
out beside Dipankar, he lied on his side -- his slender hard
cock jutting out through the fly of his shorts. He faced
his cousin and resumed masturbating him. He increased the
tweaking motion on Dipankar's cock and started bucking his
hips in earnest, deriving immense pleasure from sliding his
member in and out of Dipankar's fist.
Though not his first, Dipankar was also enjoying
this session very much. He had had participated in mutual
masturbation with a couple of his friends at school, but
both his other friends had been rather knowledgeable in
matters of sex and self-pleasuring. The idea that it was
obviously very unique and eye-opening for Ajit, made this
one far more exciting for him. He closed his eyes and
prepared to come. He tightened his stomach muscles and
flexed his legs straight out, at the same time tightening
his fist ever so slightly around Ajit's cock in the hope
that he would follow suit.
"Aaaaghhhhh.... faster... yeah.... AAAAAAAAH .... aaah ...
aaah... aaaah.... nnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg" and he shot. The way
Ajit was doing him, his palm formed a hood over the head of
his cock; and his semen shot out to strike against his
cousin's cupped hand.
Ajit momentarily stopped what he was doing to
Dipankar's penis, and soon, as if by instinct, started
pumping him up and down in his fist -- now well lubricated
with Dipankar's own cum. He wanted to come himself, but,
despite the pleasurable sensation, the unknown stroke in
Dipankar's fist would not help. So, after Dipankar finished
shooting his load, using the lubricated fingers of the
hand that was holding his cousin's penis, Ajit brought
himself to completion. With deliberate and swift movement
of the fingers and the thumb, he rubbed the pointed head of
his cock, while Dipankar held it in his hand -- watching
intently.
"Nnnnngh .... Nnnngggggh .... AHHHGGGGH ....
nnnnngggggggg...." A little bead of slippery juice oozed
out from the slit as he 'came'.
Such was the humble beginning of a relationship
between two cousins that lived on two opposite faces of the
planet. During the rest of his stay -- taking advantage of
the fact that they slept on the same bed in the same room -
- Dipankar taught Ajit a lot of different ways of solo and
mutual masturbation. You see, in Bengal, cousins of the
same sex often would share a room and even a bed
(especially if they are as close as Ajit and Dipankar
were). I am not sure how many of such arrangements end up
in benefiting each other in this manner, but I have a hunch
(and many have agreed) that such things are more common
than the 'grown-ups' would like to admit. I have now come
to accept the fact that memories of the adolescent years
are carefully tucked away by the 'moral' majority, lest sex
should be regarded with tender love.
There I go again - off on a tangent....
Since Dipankar used to visit Calcutta on a regular
basis every summer during school break, the two cousins
continued to explore each other's sexuality. Dipankar used
to sneak in explicit books and magazines for Ajit, and they
enjoyed frigging each other while reviewing them. The
visits became irregular once Dipankar started going to
college, as he had had to do summer jobs. But, their
youthful indiscretions continued at every opportunity.
"You mean ... they ... still ... do it?" I was rubbing
myself and panting in unbearable heat. I found the thought
of two boys engaged in mutual masturbation extremely
arousing. Debi's account had not been too long (Yes... I
have taken the liberty to fill in the gaps from my
imagination even as I did back then) but, mentally, I was
actually witnessing the two masturbating each other off. I
had never in my wildest actually thought that Ajit and
Dipankar did it together. I thought Debi and I were simply
talking dirty during our passionate love-making and making
up stories that we found exciting. But all those times that
Debi whispered her fantasies in my ears, while rubbing her
seat of excitement on my thigh, she knew about Ajit and
Dipankar. I remember feeling like the fifth wheel again
after a long time but also the very fact that Debi let me
in on their secret (and what a secret!) also drove me wild
with passion. A thousand possibilities rushed through my
mind and I virtually attacked Debi with my sex.
She was telling me about it lying on her back. As
soon as she was done with it, I straddled her face and
almost gagged her with my wet dripping cunt. For the first
time, I think, I was too wild to think about her.
"Urgh .... mmmmm ..... Sharmi...." Debi managed to utter.
"Eat me ... eat me .... Oh ... Oh .... Oh... " I commanded
her, rocking back and forth on her mouth. Visions of Ajit
and Dipankar fucking us together kept flashing before me as
I came almost as soon as Debi managed to touch my clit with
her tongue. I convulsed in a series of short orgasms and
collapsed against the wall in front of me -- Debi's head
still between my thighs.
"Wow -- Sharmi ..." Debi said, extricating herself from
under me, "You are really hot about Ajit and Dipu doing it
together ... aren't you"
I had little energy left to answer that redundant
query. I was hunched up in a ball at the head of my bed,
utterly exhausted from a super-fast mind-numbing orgasm.
Debi sat up and hugged me from behind. The feel of her
naked skin against mine sent another series of sparks --
only this time they were soothing. I turned around from my
crouched position to face her. She kissed me deeply and
tried to put one hand on my pussy. I squeezed my thighs
tightly and said ... "Oh my God... not now ... I am done!"
That was the first time that either of us had climaxed
alone in each other's company. It was hard for her to
believe that I finished completely. I could see the hurt in
her eyes, for she was aroused talking about her fiance and
his cousin, and then by the 'assault' of my cunt on her
mouth.
There must have been something unfamiliar in my
voice, for she let go of me and dropped back on the bed,
sobbing. Lying there on her back, with knees folded up,
she covered her face with both hands and sobbed
uncontrollably. I could not see her hurt that way. I loved
her too much and that's when I realized that I was a little
mad about sharing Debi with anybody. It felt so silly
momentarily that I started to cry too. Thank God the room
adjoining mine was empty, otherwise our joint sobbing would
surely have attracted some unwanted attention.
I looked at Debi and her vulnerability begged me to
love her. Her beautiful fullness lying in front of me --
her skin glistening with her sweat -- beckoned me to
comfort her. I felt low for having done to her whatever
that she thought I had done.
Her sex was in full view between the smooth mounds
of her buttocks, from under her thighs that she held
pressed together -- the heels of her perfect feet digging
against the underside. My eyes were drawn to the dark
swollen lips of her vagina. They were parted wide,
invitingly framing her pink tunnel that was still welled
up with her juice. I crouched low on my stomach and folded
my legs back and up at the knees. My feet resting against
the wall and the crown of my head right under her feet, I
reached out with my tongue and touched those lips with its
tip.
"Nnnnng .... Sharmi...." she let out a suppressed moan,
mixed with obvious excitement of surprise at what I was
doing.
"Shhhhh ...." I put one hand on the top of her feet and
signaled her to stay put ... and she did.
Without touching any other part of her body, I
leisurely traced my tongue over the labia and felt her
thigh muscles flex while she let out yet another muted moan
... "Aaaaaahhhhhh ssshhhhhh". Then, she grabbed both her
legs under the knees with her forearms and pulled them
tightly toward her chest.
I could feel a gentle wave of excitement pass from
the tip of my tongue, along my neck, through the valley of
my firm breasts and down to my own sex. Debi's moans of
pleasure never failed to excite me. And, in spite of
myself, I felt the telltale warmth spreading through my
earlobes. My tongue made its way into Debi's love tunnel. I
tasted the musky sweetness flowing there uninhibited, the
tip of my nose nudging softly against the distended nub --
nestled within her silky curls -- that quivered at the
entrance.
"Sssshhhhhhhhh ..... mmmmm" Debi drew in a lung-full of air
in a desperate attempt to keep still; but I could feel her
entire body shaking with heightened arousal as she pulled
her knees apart with both hands -- as if serving her sex
for me to feast on with more ease. I did full justice to
what was in front of me. I sucked on the dark flesh of her
labia and then dove into her cunt with my tongue. My face
half buried into her, I found myself reaching for my
breasts with both hands while pressing down on the clit
with my thighs.
"Oh .... Sharmi .... yessssss ... nnnnng ..... nnnnng .....
nnnnng ....." I heard Debi whimper. Then she started to
rock from side to side -- still holding her legs to her
chest -- trying to divert some of the friction to her clit,
which was, by then, straddling the bridge of my nose.
I sucked hard to draw out as much juice from her
cunt as I could. She kept flowing -- in keeping with my
thirst; and I kept forcing my tongue, my mouth and my nose
inside her, stretching the tight -- yet soft -- tunnel as
much as it would take. Debi was too far gone to sense pain,
even if she felt any. I was determined to give her an
ultimate mouth. (There isn't a word like that? Well, there
ought to be.)
Perhaps a tiny remnant of the same jealousy was
still driving my arousal too as I matched Debi's rocking
motion and started rocking myself -- only back and forth --
driving my mouth again and again into her cunt,
transforming the length of my naked perspiring body into a
gauntlet, as if to get lost within my lovely cousin. The
curls around her opening were now a matted mass -- wetted
thoroughly with my saliva and her own juices. The silence
of the room was only broken by the sound of me lapping Debi
up frantically....
"Eeeeeeeeeessssssssshhhhhhhhhhh ... ahh ... ahhh ...
aaaaahhhhhhhnnnng ...." another suppressed squeal from her
announced her impending climax.
"Come ... please ... come ... yess..." I spoke into her
cunt, trying not to interrupt either my feast or the
rhythmic flexing of my thigh muscles. I was almost ready
myself for the third time that night.
"Yessss ... Yessss ... eat ... eat ... eat ... do it ...
do it ...." she whispered loudly, this time announcing her
orgasm, "Oh ... Sharmi... Sharmi.... Sharmeeeeeeeennnng...
commmmming... aaaaaahhhhhh...."
And I joined in with a "Mmmmm ...
mmmmnnnnnnggggggghhhhhh...." Pinching down hard on my
nipples and massaging my clit between my thighs, I let out
a long and satisfied moan -- muffled by my cousin's sex --
even as she let go of her legs to bear down on my head with
her thighs. I virtually collapsed -- breathless -- between
them, my face still buried in her wet and slippery cave....
I woke up in the middle of the night -- or whatever
was left of it -- and found myself in almost the same
position. Lying flat on her back, Debi was sound asleep;
and, with legs bent at the knees and my feet resting
against the wall, my head was resting on one of her thighs.
I was stiff from passing out in a position that would be
immensely uncomfortable except while having sex. I opened
my eyes, got my bearing and sat up after some effort. The
alarm clock on my study table showed four. It was early
April and the first daylight was going to break in another
hour-and-a-half. Usually I would not go back to sleep if I
woke up around that time. But, that morning, I was in no
shape to get up for the day.
The exquisite nude form of my beautiful cousin --
her legs wide apart -- the perfect mounds of her breasts
resting symmetrically on her chest, was occupying the
center of my bed; a restful and satisfied look on her
handsome face. I didn't feel like disturbing her sleep. I
grabbed the 'maadur'* from under the bed, the spare pillow
from the bed, and spent the rest of the morning on the
floor.
+++++++++ end of part 7
(to be continued)
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*a mat woven from the coconut fronds
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