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From: "Sharmila Sanyal" <anu_g42@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} My Story (Part 13) by Sharmila Sanyal
Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 01:10:05 -0500
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   NOTE: Please visit my 'ftp' site at asstr-mirror.org's Authors section to read
the previous parts if.

   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 13) by Sharmila Sanyal.

   Sanjay's excitement was just too obvious not to notice.  The front of
the meager towel was raised considerably.  He didn't try to hide it from
me! It was a strange affront that I rather enjoyed.  I considered for a
moment and said, "Why shouldn't I?  Obviously you do!"

   "That's different.  I'm . . .  I'm . . .  "

   "A boy?" I said as I walked over to the door and closed it from inside.

   "What?" There was uncertainty in his voice.

   I spun around and leisurely walked over to his bed.  I sat down on it
and held the books out for him.  As he stood in front of me and reached out
to grab them from my outstretched hand, his engorged manhood visibly
twitched under the towel ...  and right in front of my eyes.

   "Why did you close the door?" He was still unsure about what would
transpire.

   "What happens . . .  you didn't answer my question . . .  what'd happen
if I did read them?" I was in a mischievous mood and was hurtling towards
the point of no return at a break-neck speed.

   "Go away, Shona-di!  I don't know . . ." Sanju was beginning to
comprehend my drift.

   "But, I know what happens to men . . ." and, with that, my eyes quite
instinctively drifted towards the subject I so 'cleverly' referred to. 
Sanju followed my glance and spun away from me.

   "O my God!  Shona-di . . .  I'm . . .  I'm . . .  " Sanju stuttered, "I
really didn't . . .  !"

   "That's OK, Sanju," I tried to mollify, "but how did that happen without
even reading these?" I tried to make my interest sound very academic.  I
was also quite puzzled by his apparent unawareness of the futility of a
moist towel in keeping such biological responses from an onlooker.  I
rationalized it as being an oversight during his preoccupation with the
situation.  He seemed to have momentarily forgotten that he had only a
towel on.

   "I . . .  I . . .  " Sanju was still facing the window.  And I was
fighting a loosing battle to keep my wits about me.

   "You don't have to be embarrassed," I said, "don't forget that I'm a
medical student and I have seen everything." Of course that wasn't
completely true -- that seeing everything, I mean.  Cadavers hardly ever
responded in that fashion.  It did relax him slightly and he turned around.
The towel was not riding on his manhood anymore.  Nonetheless, the limpness
of the used towel did afford a pretty good approximation of his engorged
member.  I must say that the ample suggestion of Sanju's 'thing' did not
help me cool down.  I could almost feel my own heart beat.

   "So, would you please leave?  I'll have to put some clothes on." Sanju
seemed determined to get rid of me.

   "But, don't you have to take care of that too?" yes, I was too far gone
to be delicate in my approach.

   "Take care of what!?" There was a shocked stupefaction in his voice.

   "Don't be coy, Sanju," I calmly pointed out, "as if you don't know what
I'm talking about."

   "But . . .  but . . .  Shona-di!" His face was red -- and his poorly
concealed member started betraying his comprehension.

   "What 'but'?" I pressed on.

   "Surely . . .  you don't . . .  OK!" He tried to smile and added, "OK,
go outside and I'll take care of this." He gestured, with his eyes, towards
the rapidly developing hard-on under his towel.  I could tell that it had
become hard ( . . .  now, there is a pun for you) for him to keep his
'thing' from turning into an embarrassment.  To him, I was still an elder
'sister'.

   "Why do I need to go out?"

   "Shona-di!"

   "Well, you didn't ask me to wake up and go out -- the other night!" I
dropped the bomb, and immediately detected his embarrassment lose its
vigour.  He would not -- in a million years - have suspected that I was
awake while he derived pleasure from my proximity.

   "Shon . . .  what!  What are you talking about?" He whispered
incredulously.

   I looked straight at his eyes and explained ...  as succinctly as I
could.  He sat back on the bed with his face covered between his palms, his
adolescent cock completely limp by then.  For a few moments there was a
palpable silence in the room.

   "Oh my!  I am sorry, Shona-di," he spoke from between his palms, "I'll
never do it again, please . . .  please do not say anything to Ma or Baba."
I detected a slight tremor in his voice and I quickly put his fears to
rest.

   "Are you crazy?" I said as I slid up beside him on the bed, "I wasn't
going to tell anybody."

   "You weren't?" He looked up and at me with more puzzlement in his eyes.

   I rested a hand on his back (and it sent a shiver down my body) and
softly said, "No, silly rogue!  In fact it felt rather nice!" God, I was
impatient!  "And what am I going to tell . . .  that I let you do it
against me?"

   "Why ...  I mean ...  why did you?" Sanju sounded perplexed as he
wondered aloud.

   "Why do you think?" my response was a noncommittal whisper.

   "What?!  Really?" Sanju's excitement was starting to show again as he
asked a second time, "Really . . .  you . . .  you liked it?"

   "Hmmm . . ." I nodded.

   "So, what now?" Sanju said in a much relaxed voice.

   "I don't know; this is your room and you do what you want to." I found
myself saying in an undertone.

   "In front of you?" Sanju sounded unsure, if with a hint of anticipation.

   "Well . . .  " I paused and took the final leap, "I could help . . . 
you know . . .  "

   "Help?  O my God!  Shona-di . . ." no longer bothering to hide his
arousal, Sanju fell back on the bed, his feet still on the floor.  The
towel parted from the side, completely baring his right leg from his waist
down.  His manhood was now in full erection, pushing the towel up between
his legs.  I saw it twitch again!

   "You want me to?" I was clearly seducing my fifteen-year-old cousin. 
His handsome looks had lit my fire already, for which I had silently
censured myself before.  Now, with the naughtiness developing in just the
past fifteen minutes or so, the reason for self-criticism seemed to have
disappeared.  I reasoned with myself that Sanju was old enough to enjoy
sex, so I was not the corrupter!

   I was breathing so heavy and shallow that I felt hypoxic.  I had to draw
in a deep one just to keep myself from passing out.  I stood up and stepped
up to the window.  There were rips in the smoky clouds overhead, letting
some sunlight stream through.  Down below, the small canopy and the
enclosure for the cooking was finally being taken down by two men.  I drew
the curtain shut.  It only covered the lower two-thirds of the window and
was not even heavy.  Indeed, one could see through the material.  But, it
gave me a sense of privacy.

   "Want to read some of this?" I heard Sanju ask and I turned around.  He
was lying on the bed with his head resting on the only pillow.  He held one
of the books open in front of his eyes.  I looked again at his towel.

   It was gone!  His erection had completely disappeared!  How could that
be?  There was not even the trace of you-know-what where it had stood like
the centre-pole of a tent.  Needless to say that I was not a little
perplexed.  Here I was, titillated to no end at the knowledge that my
proximity in the room had brought about the enviable effect on my
adolescent cousin, while it appeared that he needed some added stimulation
from the books.

   "What happened to you?" I couldn't help inquiring.

   "What?" Sanju looked up at me.

   "There?" I pointed out.

   "Nothing . . .  Oh, I see." He chuckled and uncrossed his legs.  The
'thing' popped back up, standing up in attention as before -- holding the
towel like a tent.  I laughed out.  "So, do you want to read this story?"
He asked again.

   "Do you?" I asked back.

   "I like this one." Sanju handed me the book with the page open.  I was
glancing through that one a while back and, I must admit, it caught my
fancy and started me flowing.  It was about the 'boy and the maid'.  The
attractive maid discovers the son of her employer, on the roof of the
house, masturbating.  She forgets her chores and approaches the boy with a
proposition that he cannot refuse.  Later, I have had fantasies about such
incidents; and maybe, time permitting, I will post the translation.

   I had no need for any raunchy story.  I wanted to see Sanju masturbate.
I handed back the book to him and said, "You read if you have to." I then
sat down beside him on the bed and looked at his towel again.

   "Do it . . ." I said.

   "You really are serious, aren't you?"

   "Sanju!  Are you trying to be coy again?" I was perplexed.  Perhaps, he
was trying to be absolutely sure.  I later realized that it was quite
natural.  After all, from what he told me later, it was literally his dream
come true.  "I just want to see how you do it." I added, standing up, once
again trying to make my interest in it sound rather academic.  However, I
could not hide the urgency in my voice from myself.

   "OK . . .  if you insist." Sanju took the cue from me and tried to sound
disinterested in the action; as if the demonstration that was about to
follow was purely for my benefit.

   He turned over on his stomach and, with the book open in front of him,
started to move his buttocks very slowly.  Reading the story silently, he
moved with a back and forth motion ...  slowly, very slowly.  I could see
that he enjoyed every stroke as he mentally stimulated himself with the
titillating story.  I enjoyed watching the ripples on his bare back and
bare legs.  With each of his simulated coital thrust, my vaginal muscles
were contracting and the distended nub between my legs was begging to be
touched . . .  to be sucked . . .  to be squeezed.

   Suddenly -- the visual delight notwithstanding -- I felt insulted and
left out!  I was being ignored!  I felt marginalized by that book, and I
decided to act on it.

   "Sanju," I sat down beside him and said, "is that the only way you do
it?" I was curious, too.  He stopped moving and put the book down.  He
turned his head to look at my eyes.  I saw a boldness in his eyes that was
missing earlier -- and it was exciting!

   "Hmm," he moaned out his answer.  I saw his jaw clench as he looked at
me with unmistakable lust in his eyes.

   "I thought . . .  boys also use their hands . . ." I threw a suggestion
tentatively.

   "Yeah . . .  but I usually do it this way." He started to rock again.

   "I want you to use your hand."

   "Why?" He exhaled.

   "I want to." I was breathing heavily too.

   "Nnno." He continued to thrust, but his rhythm had slowed considerably.
He was holding his breath with each forward thrust and I could see his
muscles flex.

   "Why not?"

   "Because . . .  nnnggg . . .  I can't . . .  now . . .  this way it ...
feels good."

   "I can do it for you . . .  if you like," I said desperately without
thinking.

   "Go away!" He stopped.  "Are you serious?"

   "Hm, hmm." I nodded.

   Sanju turned around and sat up cross-legged on the bed.  The towel was
no longer secured properly at his waist.  His erection pushing the towel
up, his right leg was now completely bare.

   I reached out with my left hand and placed it on his cock tentatively. I
felt it jump a couple of times under the towel.  I clenched my teeth to
keep me from going insane between my legs.  I was feeling the crotch of my
panties clinging to my cunt lips.  I mustered my courage and crossed the
invisible mental barrier.  I grabbed his cock in my fist from above the
towel.

   "Nnnnnnngh . . .  aaaah . . .  no . . ." Sanju closed his eyes and put
is head back as he groaned.  My first!  The first cock I grabbed ever!  It
was hard as a rock!  It was thick!  I could feel its heat through the
towel. I did not dare uncover it.  I wasn't sure if I would like to look at
it.  It wasn't Sanju's cock that I cared for, it was Sanju's beautiful body
-- half-naked -- that I wanted to pleasure.  The cock was just a medium to
me that afternoon.

   "Like it?" I asked as I moved my fist up and down along the length of
his penis.

   "Oh . . .  Oh . . .  " Sanju opened his eyes and looked down where his
lusty cousin held him.  "Nnnnngggghh . . .  Shona-di . . .  yessss . . . 
my God!"

   "You may lie down if you want . . ." I looked at his face and smiled.  I
think I was afraid to let any other kind of tension take the place of this
wonderful tension of forbidden contact.

   "This . . .  is . . .  fine," Sanju panted and, stretching his legs out,
reclined slightly back - supporting his torso with his hands.  I did not
let go of the warm hardness that was throbbing in my fist.

   "Shall I hold it tighter?" I asked.  I was educating myself!

   "If you like . . ." He breathed out his response and closed his eyes. 
Then, as if remembering suddenly, he said, "Shona-di . . ."

   "Hmm?" I looked at his eyes.

   "Shona-di . . .  what about you?" He was also looking at my eyes
directly, perhaps trying to understand my needs.  I thought that was sweet
of him.

   "What about me?" I asked demurely.

   "I mean . . .  you know . . .  don't you . . .  aren't you . . .?" He
didn't know how to ask the obvious.

   "Yes!  I am." I said with a weary smile.  Boy!  Was I ever!

   "Will you . . .  I . . .  I . . .  aaaahhhhng . . ." he could not finish
what he started to say as I had started to massage his manhood in earnest.

   "Shhhh . . ." I gestured with my right hand as I kept up my up and down
pumping motion with my left.

   "But . . .  but . . .  I . . .  I could . . .  do it . . .  to you . . .
Shona-di." He had started to buck his hips in rhythm.  His face was drawn
and eyes half closed -- the fair skin on his cheeks flushed.

   "No . . .  not now . . .  you finish." I heard myself say.  That was the
'big sister' in me trying to salvage whatever could be salvaged from this
unqualified immorality.

   "Yessss . . .  I . . .  Oh . . .  Oh . . .  I . . .  Aaaaahhhhhhnggggggh
. . ..  aaaah . . .  aaaah . . .  aah . . .  ah . . .  ah . . ." Sanju
heaved and his cock started jerking in my fist.  I felt its spasmodic
response as my cousin came under the towel.  I kept squeezing and pumping
him with the momentum of my own fiery excitement.  He fell back against the
wall -- limp and blissfully exhausted -- as I continued my milking, till
his cock began to lose the steely feel.  I held it through the towel and
felt it soften.  I could have come with him if I wanted to; but I forced
myself to keep my thighs apart and away from my distended love-bud.  I
guess that same 'big sister' didn't want to loose control.

   As I stood up from the bed, Sanju looked up at my face and recognised
the arousal.  I am sure the condition I was in, it was not hard for even an
inexperienced adolescent to discern.  He was, by then, almost naked save
where the damp towel lay barely hiding his privates.  I could not look at
his handsome form, prone on the bed, without entertaining further
possibilities.  So I looked away and pretended to rearrange my saari that
had gotten a little disheveled.

   "What will you do now?" Asked Sanju.

   "You mind your own business and get dressed." The sharpness in my voice
discordant even to me.  It was the self-imposed carnal frustration, I
think.

   "Are you angry?" Sanju asked in the most boyish tone.  I had to look at
him and reward him with a big reassuring smile.

   "Don't be silly, Sanju!  What happened was quite natural . . .  under
the circumstances." I spoke with gentle authority -- as a 'big sister'
would in other situations.  It was my way of rationalizing the afternoon's
indiscretion.  Something in my own mind also forecast another encounter . .
.  may be a little more intimate.  "I have to go downstairs before people
start missing me." Indeed, about an hour had passed since I had entered his
empty room, .  I opened the door with extra caution as if the sound of the
cross-bar would alert everybody to our naughtiness ...

   As I stepped out of the room and looked around, I found my name-sake
looking up at me from the courtyard down below.

   ++++++++++++ End Part 13

   (To be Continued)



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