Message-ID: <40403asstr$1042333806@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20030111165414.9125.qmail@www.boxfrog.com> From: "Sharmila Sanyal"@www.boxfrog.com X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2003 10:54:13 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} {RP} My Story (part 7) by Sharmila Sanyal Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2003 20:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Sharmila Sanyal please reply to anu_g42@hotmail.com <1st attachment, "MS07.TXT" begin> Here it continues, as had appeared in the original posting, albeit with some minor corrections and modofications: *** 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! 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 between them. 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 lay 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. As I mentioned before, 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 respond to that redundant query. Hunched up in a ball at the head of my bed, I was 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 it completely. I could see the hurt in her eyes, for she was aroused talking about her fiancé 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 with 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) * *a mat woven from the coconut fronds <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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