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From: "Sharmila Sanyal" <anu_g42@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} My Story (Part 16) by Sharmila Sanyal
Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2001 23:10:04 -0500
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The tragic aftermath of the quake in India had left me numb
for a while. I thank all that directly or indirectly did
something to help the victims.

Additional delay may safely be blamed upon a sort of noncooperation
I have been experiencing in the cyberworld. I am not certain that
the ftp upload has been complete for this part.

I have ventured into using a few Bengali words and phrases
in this part. The reason for doing so is that certain
expressions defy translation. I have consciously tried to
keep these Bengali expressions in such contexts as would
obviate further explanations.

I am grateful for the encouragement I receive from the
readers.

Please visit my ftp site at ASSTR. Please write at
<anu_g42@hotmail.com> with comments and corrections.


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 16) by Sharmila Sanyal.

I looked at his naked body stretched out over me, the
muscles on his shapely arms flexed under the weight of his
torso. Even in that darkness I saw his adolescent chest
muscles quiver. I reached out with my other hand and touched
one of his nipples lightly with my fingers, and I felt his
cock throb in my fist.

"Do it there ... " I said, moving my free hand and placing
it on his buttocks. I pulled him down towards me. As he
lowered himself, his warm hard erection sandwiched between
his lower belly and my mons, I felt his balls brush against
my clitoris.

"I ... I ... I ... thought ... nnnnggghh ..." the
disappointment in his voice soon changed to a moan of
pleasure as I felt his adolescent silken hardness pulsate
against my silk, "this feels ... aaaaahhhh ... nnnnnggg ..."
and he kissed me on my lips. No longer having to hold his
manhood, I put my arms around his back and held him tight,
trying to feel his nakedness along my own.

"May be when you grow up more ..." I whispered a suggestion
of my lurid fantasy into his mouth as my taut nipples dug
into his smooth chest.

"But ... aaaaahhhh ... aaaaahhhh ... " he whispered back his
uncertainty even as he rocked back and forth, "you will get
married ... and ... nnnnnggg ... then ... then ... Oh ... Oh
..."

"Don't worry now ..." I was breathing rather heavily with
his entire weight grinding down on me ... "Sanju ... Sanju
... do it ... nicely ... yessss ... yesss ..."

"Dhokate ... debe? ... Shona-di? ... Oh ... Oh ... mmmm?"
as he rocked and ground his cock between our bodies, he
repeated his wish, "will you ... please?"

"I know ... Sanju ... I would let you ... but ... aaaaahhhh
..." I groaned, my clit being caressed by his soft balls as
I rocked with him, "not tonight ... do it ... yessss ...
when you are a little older ... may be ... we will see ..."
I kept on saying -- indulging his (and perhaps my own) wish.
I was close to my climax and I wanted him to have his too
...  "are you liking it ... Sanju?"

"Oh ... Oh ... Oh ... Shona-di ..." Sanju uttered against my
ears as he continued to push against the silken triangle of
my mound, "I can't ... nnnnnnggggh ..." and I felt his cock
throb. I knew that all I had to do then is to touch my clit
... and I would be there. Most of me wanted to prolong the
sex, and a voice at the back of my head was trying to hurry
up and finish before somebody discovered us like that.

"Don't rush, Sanju ... dushtu ..." the lewd Shona-di won and
said, "enjoy ... enjoy ... enjoy ... yessss!"

"I will have to stop then ..." Sanju lifted his head up to
look into my eyes, "naahole . . . aamaar hoye jaabe." With
that, he rolled away from me. The rhythmic slapping of his
balls against my swollen love-button suddenly interrupted,
my cunt almost screamed out in frustration.

"Oh ...  Sanju ..." I reached out for his cock as he lay
panting on his back beside me.

"Don't ... Shona-di ... no!" I detected panic in his
whispered protest as he sat up straight and caught hold of
my hand at the wrist.

"I just want to hold it ..." I said rather childishly, quite
aware of the possible outcome that might spawn. The 'big
sister' had, by then, been transformed into a seductress --
apt to tease and beguile.

"No!" he protested, "I will have to go and pee again." With
one swift motion, he jumped over me and out of the bed and
headed towards the door.

"Hey ..." I cried out in alarm, "don't you think you need
this?" I grabbed his pajamas and sat up on the bed. In the
grip of his dual urgency, he was oblivious of his state of
complete undress. He swung around and giggled, taking the
pair from my outstretched hand.

	As he went out through the door, carefully closing
the panel behind him, I smiled to myself and mused at the
futility of that cover -- should he chance upon another
sentient occupant of the sprawling house -- for it hid
little! The enormous erection was not to be concealed that
easily. I lay back on the bed again and waited. I gently
caressed my nipples as I waited. The distended nub at the
head of my dripping cunt begged for my fingers -- but I
refrained and waited. I waited for what seemed like an
eternity ... and I waited ...

	I sat up on the bed again and realized that I needed
to go too. Prolonged state of arousal has always caused my
bladder to overload. I looked at the phosphorescent hands of
the clock on the table. It was past one. I was somewhat
relieved that it was so late. As I swung around on my
buttocks to stand up,  I felt the soaked spot on the linen
where my love-canal had been gushing out my juices. I looked
down and touched my pubic hair. The curls were wet and
slippery ... Sanju's pre-cum, I surmised! I rubbed my
fingers on it and brought the hand up to my nose. A strongly
pungent aroma filled my nostrils -- it was definitely not
me. I am not sure if I would have liked the smell if I were
not at that height. Although a lot different, it reminded me
of Debi's. I wet my fingers some more from the hairs and
took them to my mouth. Tentatively I drew the tip of my
tongue along one finger ... and then another ... and then
another ... before I knew it, I had all four inside my
mouth, sucking up his pre-cum. I imagined myself sucking his
boyish cock. My head reeled and my body quivered at the
anticipation. My legs felt so weak from excitement that I
sat back down on the bed and struggled to bring my mind back
into focus. It was hard, but eventually I managed to stand
up again and I walked up to the door. As I stepped outside
onto the verandah, the monotonous mating calls of the
amphibians was almost deafening, emphasizing the slumber
that gripped the palatial house. The momentary realization,
that my fifteen-year-old cousin and I were, in all
probability, the only two souls awake -- and engaged in sex
-- did little towards quashing my desires. I leaned on the
railings and waited for Sanju to return.

"Did you wash it with water?" I asked him as he returned
from the bathroom and stood by me on the veranda.

"Why?" he asked. His cock was not hard under the pajamas,
but I could make out its swollen form as it hung inside.

"Just making sure ... in case ... you know ..." I let it
hang in the air and added, "it takes you so long ... O my!"
with that I hurriedly made my way to the bathroom. I am not
sure if Sanju had any idea what I was alluding to, but I
enjoyed the look of perplexed anticipation on his face. I
washed mine too before I returned to the room. I had to be
extremely careful not to touch anything down there while
washing, but I managed and I don't want to describe every
little detail.

	I found a completely naked Sanju standing by the
window looking out. "Why did you take so long?" I asked as I
set the cross-bar across the door panels lightly without
making the slightest sound and undressed myself. In one
swift motion I slipped out my night dress and stood beside
him naked. The semi-darkness of the room added to our
primitive form. As he looked at me in all my femininity, I
saw his manhood swell up further and rise in front of him.
In a few seconds it was fully erect.

"It is hard ... I mean difficult," he explained, "when it's
so hard." I didn't ask anymore. It made sense.

"How do you do it?" I stood in front of him and asked him.

"Do what?" he was genuinely unsure of my query.

"How do you jack off ... when you are alone?" I made it
perfectly clear. Was I ever horny!

"Wow, Shona-di! Where did you learn the word?" Sanju's
suppressed tone of disbelief at my familiarity with the
Bengali slang for (male) masturbation would have sounded
funny any other time. But I was in a world so devilishly
delightful that it manipulated the mind into responding at a
very different plane.

"Why? Why shouldn't I know them?" I asked.

"I didn't think girls knew these things" Sanju said and
started jerking off standing beside the window.  He was
holding his cock in his right hand and awkwardly massaging
it back and forth. I could tell by the way he moved his
hand, that he was not used to doing it that way. I went
around and stood behind him. I put my arms around his middle
and cupped his balls in my hands. I don't know why, but the
way he was holding them with his other hand told me that he
should like it if I did that. And I was right!

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh ..." he groaned out rather loudly and
bucked his hips a few times. I held him tightly from behind,
my breasts flattening against his shapely back. Then he took
one of my hands and placed it on his cock. "Feels better in
your hand, Shona-di," he turned his head towards me and
said. I held it in my palm and, over his shoulder, looked at
it resting there. It looked and felt hot -- the velvet skin
drawn back and the head exposed. I couldn't see his pre-cum
but knew he was flowing. I lifted it up a little and the
slippery fluid trickled down the underside of his cock and
wet my palm. The lack of light notwithstanding, the thing
looked magnificent.  Barely resting on my palm, it stood
straight out from his thatch of silky pubic hairs -- even
slightly pointing up. As I lightly rubbed my palm against
it, it moved -- as if with a life of its own. I wanted to
take that imposing bundle of spongy tissue inside of me. My
legs felt weak and my belly twitched against his firm
buttocks.

"I want to suck your dick ..." I whispered against his ears,
my "moral" alternative instinctively offering me the course.
I drew my palm again along the length and felt it jump.

"Oh! ... Shona-di ... nnnnnggg ..." he didn't seem to
comprehend what I was proposing. Without letting him go, I
went around and faced him, his throbbing manhood still
resting lightly on my hand. "You are so beautiful, Shona-
di," he murmured, and placed both his hands on my breasts.
The nipples were aching for the touch and it felt good. With
one hand, I held his hardness at its base and started
running my hand very gently under it. We were separated
merely by the length of his shaft. I wanted to enjoy want he
was doing to my nipples before I drew him to the bed and
started sucking it. I didn't want him to come yet, although
all I myself needed was his hand between my legs. I had it
all figured out. I would ask him to finger-fuck me while I
took him in my mouth. So, to avoid putting any pressure on
his steel-hard dick, I held it at the base and drew my other
hand along its underside ... gently ... very gently
caressing the impressively delicate adolescence.

"May I touch you there?" Sanju asked, but did not wait for
my permission. While massaging one of my breasts, he took
the other hand to my cunt ... and I was hardly in a state to
object. "You are so wet! Is it over for you?" he asked
naively. I knew why he asked that. The common Bengali word
describing a female orgasm is rather misleading, leading the
untaught to believe that every woman exudes profusely only
while climaxing.

"Not yet ... aaaaahhhhh ..." was all I could say; and I
couldn't help caressing his cock with a little more love --
for I was almost ready to come. That was something I
probably should have avoided doing!

"Aaaaaaaaaaahnnnnnngggggg ... nnnng ... ngggg ... nnnnnnnn
..." his cock exploded! Barely touching my hand, it
convulsed ... and jumped ... and twitched ... and exploded!
His thick, white semen erupted from the his balls and came
spurting out through the slit.

	His hand had stopped at the entrance to my cave as
soon as he started coming. Strangely enough, I didn't mind
that I was burning down there. All I wanted to do at that
very instant was to make him come nicely. My stomach awash
in the warm sticky fluid, I gripped his throbbing, spewing
penis and started pumping it back and forth along its
length. The glistening head pointing up in my fist, it
continued to spurt, the globs now landing on my breasts. I
didn't care. I was ready to take that thing in my mouth and,
now that he came, I would suck on him while frigging myself.

"Bhaalo laagchhe, Sanju ... aamaar paaji Sanju?" I kept
asking of him as I continued to massage him, my utter
lewdness the direct manifestation of the uncontrolled fire
burning between my legs. "Do ... do ... do it ... my bad
Sanju ... my naughty, naughty Sanju ... come ... come ..."
and I dragged him to the bed by his penis. It was still
twitching and throbbing in my fist.

	He followed my direction and lay down flat on his
back. He tried to reach for my breasts but they were out of
his reach as I straddled his legs and brought my mouth down
on his dick. The round head was layered with his semen, and
as I took it inside my mouth I tasted the pungent and salty
fluid -- by then somewhat familiar. The raw smell of the
adolescent cum drove me wild -- sitting down on one of his
legs, my wide open cunt bearing down on his shin,  I lightly
bit the slippery head.

"Ouch ... aaaaannnnnngggg ... my God!" Sanju almost
screamed. I ignored his groaning and moaning, which he later
confessed to be the product of a mixture of intense pleasure
and pain, for I was nibbling on his cock while  bucking my
hips and grinding my pussy hard on his shin. I sucked and I
ground and I bit -- till my whole being erupted in one
volcanic climax. I shuddered and I shrieked and -- as he had
charged me later -- I had very nearly made Sanju a eunuch.

	I slumped down on him, my head resting on his lower
belly, with his limp but still swollen cock resting on my
cheek. I enjoyed the heady scent and felt the taste of it in
my mouth. It wasn't what I had imagined -- a revolting odor
of sweat and urine -- but I couldn't decide if I could do it
in sober mind. Whatever little there was -- oozing out from
his exhausted manhood -- mixed with my own saliva, left an
astringent taste in my mouth. Strangely, I thought, the
aroma was quite stimulating ...


"Hey, Shona-di ... get up ..." I heard a distant call, and
the next moment I felt a hand shaking my head. I opened my
eyes in the semi-darkness of the room, still crouched on
Sanju and straddling one of his legs. I had fallen asleep
like that. I quickly sat up and looked out through the
window. It was still dark but the table-clock announced
almost 4 AM. Sanju had fallen asleep too, and would have
probably slept like that till daybreak, had it not been for
the discomfort he felt in his leg. It had gone to sleep too.
Amazingly,  apparently that was the only appendage that was
sleeping in his body. His penis was again up in its full
glory.

"Sanju ... you horny imp ... you!" I said in my sleepy voice
and got off him and off the bed, grabbed my maxi and put it
on as I prepared to leave.

"Shona-di ... don't you want to do it one more time?" Sanju
daringly held his hard cock in between his palms and
proposed. After what we had engaged in only a few hours
before, I could hardly blame him for his brass. But, with my
body satiated for the moment, my own prudence prevailed --
at least for the moment.

"You can take care of that yourself, can't you?" I said in a
flat tone.

"But ... but ..."

"No 'buts';  Sanju, I'll have to get back to my room now," I
said.

"We can do it quickly, Shona-di ..." he pleaded.

"No, Sanju! Look at the time, it's almost four and the maids
will start waking up," I said with some finality, while, at
the same time, keeping the possibility of a future encounter
open. His fully uncovered form and the unmistakable sign of
his virility, mixed with the lingering redolence in the
moist air inside the room, had already started to stir my
own salacity. My heart was thumping in my chest with the
recollection and with intense panic. No matter what my
senses demanded of me, my little gray cells knew I couldn't
afford another look ...

	I didn't look back as I very carefully opened the
door and stepped out into the cold and humid morning.

	I could hear water running down the gutter pipes --
it had rained while I slept. I quickly reached my room and
went to bed.

++++++++++ (End Part  15)



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