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From: "Sharmila Sanyal" <anu_g42@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} My Story (Part 14) by Sharmila Sanyal
Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2001 18:10:04 -0500
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Hello, Readers! Thank you for your patience (and for your
impatience). Without enumerating all the reasons for the
long delay, let me assure you that you may expect such
delays for quite some time to come. (Well, may be not a
whole month!). Thanks to the small world of cyberspace and
the notoriety of "SS" therein, it seems that I may have to
delete some things and rewrite some portions.

Please write at <anu_g42@hotmail.com> with  (sensible, not
moral) comments and corrections.



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 14) by Sharmila Sanyal


	Nobody has ever faulted me for not being a quick
thinker; but at that instant I felt completely blind sided.
The last person I would have expected standing downstairs in
the middle of the courtyard was Sharmila-boudi. Why? Because
they had left -- or so I thought -- that morning. I had to
start thinking about what I would be spinning for her when
we were face to face. I smiled and waved, hoping that she
wouldn't discern the utter quandary on my face, and quickly
rushed towards the bathroom.  I had to attend to a more
urgent need, and the pondering looks, if any, would have had
to be dealt with in a cooler head.

	It did not take much, really!  I would not, under a
less stringent environment, rush through my masturbation.
Then again, would I call that masturbation? The quizzical
stare from Sharmila-boudi notwithstanding, I was well beyond
the point of no return by the time I closed the bathroom
door shut behind me.  I just needed a little privacy to let
go of the tension that gripped my body. I spotted a small
wooden stool against the wall and, bunching up my sari --
and the petticoat underneath -- I sat down on it. It was
wet; but I didn't mind. Resting my back against the rough
wall behind me, I parted my thighs and looked down. I was
wearing a very sheer pair of panties that had a very narrow
crotch.  Around it, my inner thighs were slippery with my
juice. All I had  to do was to pull the suggestion of the
fabric to one side and insert two of my fingers as far as
they would go.

	I had to bite down on my lower lip to keep myself
from screaming out in that ultimate pleasure. My body
convulsed a few times as my cunt gripped my fingers in
demanding contractions.  I let my senses go for a few
minutes as I allowed my body to recuperate from that abrupt
release.

	Before I joined the world again, I made sure that my
clothes and my face would not tell much tale. As I came out
of the bathroom, I spotted Sanju leisurely descending the
stairs. I decided to wait a minute longer before joining the
crowd down below.

	As I entered the drawing room, I felt self-conscious
-- especially when Sharmila-boudi called out to me from the
far corner of the room. I did not see Sanju in the room. My
Mother was sitting by the door and she said something like
"Where have you been?"

	Having had time to regain my composure since I had
found myself staring straight at my name-sake, I answered
truthfully and crossed over to where Boudi was sitting.

"I thought you had left." I said to her -- to start the
conversation.

"No, we went to my friend's place," she said, "they live
quite close, so I thought we should drop by."

"Oh." I had no idea what to talk about.

"So, what did you and Sanju talk about?" She asked. She was
itching to know!

"You mean ... up there?" admittedly still a bit nervous, I
had to buy some time before venturing further. The 'little
gray cells' were fired up thinking about possible
explanations. "Oh. . . nothing in particular," I said,
trying my best to sound casual.

"He is a handsome boy, isn't he!" Sharmila-boudi looked at
me and threw that statement as if to steer the conversation
towards a predetermined course. As much as I liked Sharmila-
boudi, I did not like what she was doing.

"He is, isn't he?" I said in response, trying to convince
myself that she was simply making a conversation about
Sanju. "The last time I saw him... he was a kid," I added.

"Yeah?" She carried on, "now he is almost a man!"

"Hmmm ..." I sounded my accord in a feigned indifference,
and thought to myself, 'only if she knew how much!'

	I had the distinct feeling that she was no less
attracted to Sanju's charms than I was. I said little after
that. Bawdy thoughts suddenly filled up my brain. I started
wondering about Sharmila-boudi's supposed attraction towards
handsome Sanju. I was again getting hot between my legs. I
steered the conversation to other subjects.



	In the dining room, Sanju found the chair right
beside me. I looked at his face and found an inquiring look.
I stared back at his eyes, and he whispered "Tonight?"

	My heart hopped a little in my chest. In a shocked
stupor, I murmured back, "Let's see," -- an expression in
Bengali that, though equivocal, is even less committal than
it sounds translated. I wasn't sure what I was saying, or
what I was thinking.  I was certainly not expecting that
Sanju would approach me like that!  Or, was I?

	Wasn't there a part in my consciousness that had
known? Should it have been unexpected from a boy of fifteen
who probably have had fantasies about his cousin?  All
through the supper, I kept wondering to myself if I wasn't
poised to transform the afternoon's momentary passion into a
regular sexual relation with him. To make matters worse, I
did not feel any outrage at what Sanju implied. I was
already feeling blood rushing to my face, and I thanked God
that Sharmila-boudi was nowhere to be seen. By the time we
finished our supper, it was half-past-nine.

				++



"I'm not going to let you put it in, Sanju," I said with
some determination in my voice.

"Then what?" He sounded disappointed, "I thought . . ."

	He had again come up to me as I was about to enter
the room I was sleeping in. I was to be sleeping alone that
night, as the guests sharing the room with me had left that
evening. My mother had asked me if I would like to come down
and use the spare bed in their room. That being our last
night there, I didn't feel like moving my stuff to another
room.

My room was on the same floor as Sanju's. Une autre raison?

"So?" He had asked with a boyish eagerness.

"So, what?" I pretended not to follow.

"You know . . . I was wondering," the tentativeness in his
proposition amused me.

"Don't be naughty, Sanju!" I tried to sound stern and
succeeded, for he definitely looked embarrassed and, making
an about-turn, quickly headed back to his own room.

	I stood there at the doorway and watched him across
the veranda as he entered his room. It was close to eleven,
and others had either turned in, or were about to. The
servants and the maids were also done with their final
chores of cleaning up. I saw the four of them headed towards
their own quarters that were set slightly apart and along
one wing of the house.

	I lay on the bed, increasingly conscious of the
uneasiness between my legs. My sense of morality was
forbidding me from even bringing my own hand to my seat of
pleasure, for my arousal was the direct result of my
afternoon's 'misdeed'. I knew, too, that I would be
fantasizing about my young cousin if and while I pleasured
myself, and the "big sister" in me was winning out. I held
my thighs close together trying to think about Debi and
about Dipankar -- and it made things worse. My racy mind
almost automatically included Sanju in a foursome.

	I finally gave up. If I was to think about Sanju
while doing it, I might as well join him -- I reasoned to
myself. I waited another half hour before opening the door
and stepping out into the veranda.

	It was a night before the full moon, but not even a
sliver of it could be seen through the dense black clouds
that warned of an imminent downpour. I bunched up the maxi
around my chest and covered my exposed skin from the cold
moist air that swept into the covered veranda. I usually
don't wear anything under my night dress, and that night was
no different.

	As I hurried around the corner and towards Sanju's
room, a bolt of lightning streaked across the western sky
directly across from the pond -- a contemptuous  strobe that
threatened to expose me to the world. I still remember that
moment as I froze in the middle of the wing,  holding my
breath for the thunder to sound.

	It was a whimper as the wind carried it away. I
waited for a few seconds to see if I indeed was exposed to
any prying eyes.

	As I stood in front of the closed doors, I debated
again. Should I be  doing this? I wasn't even sure what I
was going to do! All I was aware of was the overpowering
sensation between my legs and the lightness in my head. I
don't know what made me press against the doors instead of
knocking, but I was relieved to find the panels give
slightly. I saw a faint light through the crack. I wasn't
surprised. It was hard for me to go to sleep and I expected
the same of Sanju. I pushed one of the panels of the door
open and stepped inside.

	Despite all the racy fantasies that I had been
indulging in, my heart almost stopped as my eyes took in the
magnificent form lying on the bed! Evidently engrossed in
the book he was reading, Sanju had not sensed my presence.

	He was lying on his stomach, with the pillow under
his chest and one of those books open in front of him. His
chin rested on his hands as he read. The small lamp on his
table, shaded by a fabric dome, illuminated the pages of the
book and cast an enticingly soft glow along the bed.

	Sanju was wearing an undershirt and a pair of
pajamas, but they hid little. The shirt was bunched up above
the small of his back and the pajamas were pushed back below
his buttocks. I watched breathlessly as, following the
rocking motion of his supine form, the muscles of his
perfectly shaped ass flexed and relaxed in a very slow
rhythm. Transfixed right inside the frame of the doorway, I
watched in fascination. I had seen his almost bare body that
very afternoon, but seeing him masturbate like that set my
already warm body on fire.

	I don't know how long it was before he sensed my
presence. Suddenly he froze -- and so did I. Without turning
his head, he quickly grabbed his pajamas and pulled it up
before rolling over and sitting up in one swift movement. I
was brought back to earth by his sudden reaction and
discovered one of my hands inside my maxi. I had, albeit
unconsciously, started to caress one of my nipples.

"Shona-di!" As he saw me, his trepidation gave way to
discernible delight. There was an obvious thrill in his
voice.

"Why, did you expect somebody else?" I commented as I
approached the bed. "How come you left your door unlocked?"
As I asked that, I realised that it was a genuine concern on
my part that he should be discovered engaged in masturbation
by somebody else. "What if somebody had walked in?" That
"somebody" obviously did not include me!

"Oh, nobody would come this late," he was doing the
assuring. "So . . .?" He threw in the not-so-open-ended
query at me.  He was sitting at the edge of the bed, his
buttocks resting on his heels. I looked at his pajamas and
at the wet spot that had already formed where his cock
served as the tent-pole. I felt my own juices making my
inner thighs slippery as I sat down beside him.

"What?" I said as my eyes roamed up to meet his. And then I
added, "Don't the doors need to be closed?" I had made the
final commitment without knowing exactly what we were to be
doing. My burning libido ruling my emotions, I stood up,
walked back to the door and closed it shut with the
crossbar.

"I didn't think . . ." he said as I turned around. He was
looking at my eyes. I lowered mine.

	Without saying a word, I walked back and sat down on
his bed beside him and planted a light kiss on his lips. I
felt him shudder slightly.

"Have you kissed anybody?" I asked.

"No."

	I leaned forward and planted another, this time on
his cheek. He put his arms around me and kissed me back the
same way.  He shifted forward and changed his position to
sit with his feet on the floor, like me. He closed the
remaining gap between us as he turned his torso fully
towards me and kissed me again ... this time on my mouth.

	I returned the favor by opening my mouth and letting
my tongue dart out to lick his lips. Even as my toungue
caressed him, my hand found his 'tent-pole'. I grabbed it in
my fist and felt the heat through the fabric. I could feel
its contour ... the sinewy lengths of the spongy tissues
filled with his warm blood. I pulled my head away and looked
down as I felt it throb and, in that soft glow of the table
lamp, I saw the wet spot on the fabric get larger. My whole
body felt so light I could almost float up in air.

	I let it go and inserted my hand under his pajamas.
It wasn't difficult, since its cord was already undone. My
shaky hand encountered his silky pubic hair before it found
its mark. It jumped as my fingertips touched the bare skin.
I grabbed it again.

	That was my very first experience of holding a cock!
The satiny feel of the smooth skin, the heat, the throbbing
. . . the inside my own cunt throbbed in concert and
squeezed out my juices.

	Sanju held me even more tightly as I gently squeezed
his cock in my fist. It felt nice. The fervid urgency in my
body had, by then, turned into a warm anticipation.  I was
settling down into the motion of things. I knew by then that
the principal force driving me was the naughtiness.

"I have to . . ." Sanju whispered into my ears as I started
to increase the tempo of my hand on his rock-hard member.

"Have to what?" I cocked my head to one side and asked.

"I'll have to go to the bathroom," he explained, "otherwise
I can't hold off!"

"OK . . . go." I said and, letting go of it, sat back as
Sanju broke his embrace. "Let me turn the light off." I
said. I didn't want the light from the lamp to give anything
away. Sanju stood up, clutching his pajama with one hand to
keep it from slipping and exposing his excitement. I leaned
over towards the desk and turned the light off before he
opened the door and tip-toed out of the room.

	I stood up and looked out the window. The sky had
cleared a little and I could see some stars. I unbuttoned
the maxi part way and exposed one of my breasts to the humid
air. I caressed the nipple and it responded by getting
harder. I thought of Sanju and wondered if I should let him
touch my breasts! That's when I got cold feet again. A flash
of morality shot through my head and I turned around to
leave. I was about to open the door when Sanju entered.

++++++++ End Part 14 +++

(To be Continued ... very soon ... within a couple of days
... promise ... seriously ... no kidding ... just wait and
see ... please ...)


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