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From: "Sharmila Sanyal"@www.boxfrog.com
Subject: {ASSM} My Story (part 25) by Sharmila Sanyal
Date: Sun, 12 May 2002 03:10:02 -0400
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Sharmila Sanyal
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It would seem that there are at least twelve, and not just three. Reason 
enough for me to continue with "My Story". To those twelve, I express my 
gratitude for writing to me expressing their appreciation. I have not been 
able to respond back to all twelve of you readers and for that I apologize. 
I have been busy with other things far removed from eroticism. 



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 if you care.

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. 

Please also be aware of my copyright to this endeavor.

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My Story (Part 25) by Sharmila Sanyal



"I waited and waited for a bus and then gave up," she 
explained while closing the doors and bolting them from 
inside, "I will have to spend the night here." It was a 
very matter of fact way that she said it and it wouldn't 
-- not any other night -- cause much problem. That night 
was certainly different. 

"I thought you were going to walk back?" I couldn't help 
saying; and perhaps my disappointment at having to 
contend with a third person in the flat brought a 
sharpness to my voice, for she looked at me and paused.

"I ... I ... felt a little tired and ..." she stuttered 
with apparent embarrassment as she tried to size up the 
situation.

"That's just all right, Promila," Debi was heard from her 
room, "Go take a shower and eat."

"I will warm up the food," I said while you shower.

"No, no, I am not very hungry," Promila tried to make us 
feel comfortable, "Perhaps I should get going, anyway."

"Nonsense, Promila," it was my turn to make light of the 
situation. I tried to calm myself. My throbbing cunt was 
still dripping and I wondered if the flow would be 
visible to Promila if she cared to look at my legs. "Go, 
take a shower while I warm up your food," I repeated. 

	I went into the kitchen and lit the Primus. The 
rice, fresh from that evening, was still sitting on the 
dining table. I opened the fridge and the cold air, mixed 
with a medley of smells from the food inside, swept over 
my face in a vain attempt to cool my body down. As I took 
out the "daal" and the fish curry, I remembered again 
about that night when Promila found me masturbating in my 
sleep. I felt my earlobes get warm as a tableau flashed 
through my mind. My cunt throbbed again.

"You didn't have to do all that for me, Sharmi-di," I 
heard Promila's voice from behind me as I was stirring 
the "daal" on the stove. I turned my head and saw her 
standing in the doorway to our kitchen. 

	She was wearing her long "maxi" for the night. Since 
she had had to spend some nights at our flat, some of her 
clothing and toiletries were there. I couldn't help but 
notice her statuesque figure again. The loose-fitting 
"maxi", that hung down to her ankles, did the job of 
hiding her very sexy figure much better than what my 
attire afforded mine. Yet, the way the fabric draped her 
body, flowing down from her firm yet ample breasts like a 
casual waterfall, suggested an invitingly carnal mystery. 

"No bother," I cleared my throat and said, "this way it 
will be faster; and, I have an early class tomorrow."

"I will do the rest," she stepped in and stood beside me 
by the stove, "you go to bed."

'God! Only if she knew what she interrupted!' I thought 
to myself. She smelled fresh, the mild scent of the soap 
still lingering about her. My cunt throbbed. I wondered 
if Debi had fallen asleep again.  

"Yes ... I mean ... okay ..." I glanced sideways at her. 
She was looking at me quite intently. Her eyes shifted 
from my face to my legs and then to my face again. I 
thought I saw her look at my garb with some interest. 
Perhaps she was trying to resolve the issue of seeing 
Debi and me together that evening and the fact that I was 
standing there in the kitchen not in the most modest of 
attires. 

My cunt throbbed. 

"I will go sleep in Debi's room and you can sleep in 
mine," I said with a very conscious effort on my part to 
sound casual. It was not the most brilliant of plans to 
deflect her speculations about Debi's bed and me, for she 
would be sleeping on the floor no matter where she slept.  
Furthermore, she knew that Debi and I shared the same bed 
from time to time, and, prior to that evening, I had 
absolutely no reason to be actively seeking to blunt her 
curiosity about it. I was too aroused to feel stupid 
about all that. I needed to get out of my gown and feel 
Debi's nakedness along the length of my burning body. 

"You ...? Okay" was all that Promila could manage out her 
stupefaction. I had never had the occasion to give up my 
room for her with such ado, for I don't remember ever 
spending the night with Debi while Promila stayed over. 

She didn't say "Oh, no, you don't have to" or any such 
thing, but I wasn't paying attention to any logistics. 
Instead all that she said was "You ...? Okay". Somewhere 
at the back of my mind I knew that she knew. 

My cunt throbbed. 

"Okay then, I am going to bed," I said as I headed 
towards the bathroom. I struggled to keep my fingers from 
touching me between my legs where the little nub of flesh 
felt like it was about to burst. As I washed myself in 
preparation for Debi's mouth, the cold water sent sparks 
up my torso and into my nipples. 

My nipples! I looked down at my breasts and realized then 
that Promila was actually looking at my breasts! The 
outlines of my distended nipples were quite prominently 
displayed through the fabric. My cunt throbbed. I dared 
not take a towel between my legs to wipe the water off 
down there. Carefully wiping the inside of my thighs, I 
came out of the bathroom. 

"Okay then?" I looked at Promila sitting at the table and 
eating "daal" with rice.

"Hmmm," she looked up at me and nodded with her mouth 
full. The clock at the nearby  Cathedral sounded eleven 
times as I went into Debi's room and closed the door 
behind me. 

	As I climbed up on the bed I heard Debi mumble 
something in her sleep. I got out of my robe and under 
the sheet that Debi had pulled over herself. I felt my 
skin against her bare thighs as I put one of mine across 
hers. Debi shifted and turned her face toward me as my 
wetness against her skin woke her up partially. I kissed 
her. 

"Where's Promila?" she murmured.

"Eating," I replied and started caressing her breasts. My 
fingers lightly touched her soft nipples and she moaned 
as they grew and stiffened in no time. I moved my 
buttocks back and detached my cunt from her skin. I was 
afraid that her shifting would bring to end that which I 
had been so carefully saving for a long and gentle 
session of the most intense kind. 

"You are not going to go to sleep on me now," I warned 
her, "I want us to do it tonight."

"I know," she responded by trying to push up against my 
cunt with her thigh, "I know you're terribly horny 
tonight." 

"Aaaah ... don't" I sat up on the bed to avoid being 
touched by her between my legs, "I am just too damn hot 
there."

"Heheheh ..." she giggled lightly and threw the sheet 
away. Spread-eagled, she presented her half-naked form, 
in its exquisite beauty, for my feast -- visual and oral.

"Let me eat you first," I said as I stooped down on her 
in all fours and planted my eager mouth on her mons. I 
rubbed my nose against her closely cropped triangle and 
licked at the base of her clit. She moaned and closed her 
thighs on my head. I liked her aroma. I liked it just too 
much to wait. I wanted to drink her juices and I wanted 
to suck on her clitty and I wanted to immerse my face in 
her flow. "Mmmmmm .... slurp, slurp, slurp," I went right 
to work.

"Ahhhhhhnnnnng" I heard the faint groan from my cousin; 
her thighs were still pressed against my ears. I couldn't 
care less at that moment. I was beyond any modesty, as 
the muscles of my lower belly tightened up in excitement. 
I didn't worry if Promila, sitting just on the other side 
of the door, heard us. To be honest, I am not actually 
sure if I ever really gave any thought to her hearing us. 

"Do you like it?" she asked as I licked my lips, "do you 
like eating my 'nunu'?" That generic term from her 
indicated her level of excitement. That was as far as she 
could go mostly; and rarely have I heard her using 
anything more. 

	Debi had to use all her strength to push and shove 
in order to stop me from bringing herself to a climax 
already. I was lying across her, nipples to nipples, 
thighs to thighs, after she had pulled me on top of her. 
I could almost feel my juices flowing down and over her 
eager sex, her pussy lips folded apart invitingly for a 
tongue -- or something. 

"I love it, Moni-di," I replied coyly, "Do you want to 
eat my cunt now?"

"My God, Sharmi!" Debi's voice betrayed her amusement at 
the intensity of my arousal, "what made you so hot 
tonight? But of course, I want to eat you too, and let's 
eat each other, what do you say?"

"Sure, Moni-di," I rolled off her and presented myself to 
her in all my natural glory, "take me now, please, fuck 
me with your tongue, Moni-di." Quite involuntarily, I am 
sure, I was not whispering anymore. My voice was as loud 
as it would be any other night. I have never been as loud 
as Debi during sex, but I hardly have been inaudible. In 
the years to follow, long after we both had moved out of 
that flat, we wondered and joked about the effect that 
our undoubtedly obvious sounds of pleasure might have had 
on our erstwhile neighbor, who, despite having lived in 
that flat beside ours for several years, rarely exchanged 
even the most rudimentary of niceties with us. 

"Before that, I have to go to the bathroom, you imp!" 
Debi said, "It's been too long already." I understood. I 
waited patiently as Debi dressed back up in her night-
dress, opened the door and exited. 

I wiped my womanhood with the palm of my hand and gently 
inserted two fingers. As they slid in and out in slow 
deliberate rhythm, I closed my eyes and lost myself in my 
own fantasy land. In and out my fingers moved, taking 
extra care to avoid the clit that was almost bursting in 
anticipation.

I am not sure how long I was doing it, but after some 
time I had this feeling that I was being watched. It 
reminded me of the voyeuristic pleasure that I had 
afforded our maid several nights prior. The muscles in my 
abdomen tightened and my pussy gasped with threatening 
intensity. I withdrew my hand from where it had been 
engaged and opened my eyes into the freakish green of 
Debi's  room. 

"What!" I almost screamed in disbelief. There, right 
beside the bed, stood Debi and Promila. 

"We were enjoying," said Debi with a devilish glitter of 
her perfect teeth.

"But ..." and that was all I could verbalize at that 
moment. I was looking at Promila, who stood a little 
behind Debi in her maxi. She clutched the front of her 
dress with both hands and seemed to have her gaze fixed 
at the floor.

"I found her doing it in your room," Debi elaborated, "I 
thought 'why not' and startled her by going in."

"I ... I ... I was very hot, Sharmi-di," Promila still 
couldn't look at my naked form on the bed as she spoke, 
"You know ... I was thinking of the other night ... and 
..."

"So, what now?" I asked. 

"I thought it will be more fun if she joined us," Debi 
was already on the bed beside me as she invited Promila 
to climb aboard. "Take the maxi off, Promi," she urged 
our maid.

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End Part 25 (to be continued)



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