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From: "Sharmila Sanyal" <anu_g42@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} My Story (Part 26)
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Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2005 11:10:01 -0400
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With apologies to all the readers, I continue with the reposting of the 
parts from 26 onwards.  This time I intend to conclude posting them.  From 
parts 11 to 26 will be shortly uploaded at my ftp site.  I have not 
changed/deleted the short intros at the beginning of each of the posts to 
maintain a frame of reference to it.

Your feedbacks are always apreciated

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I am not sure how many of my original readers still are "sticking around" to 
read the final chapters of this admittedly long narration, but recently  I 
did receive a few inquiries about it.  To the old and the new readers of 
this story, I say "welcome back!"  It is, by now a cliche, that the only 
remuneration that an amatueur story-teller like me recieves are the few 
emails of encouagement and feedbacks.  That said, I must once again point 
out that the main episodes in this story will not be affected by readers' 
comments, but the language might.

anu_g42@hotmail.com  (my hotmail account is being overrun by spams, so if 
any of your mails bounce, pleae re-send - with the appropriate subject 
line.)


My Story (Part 26) by Sharmila Sanyal

	Without heeding Debi, Promila bent down and planted her mouth on the inside 
of one of my thighs. A spark raced through my body as I felt her tongue draw 
circles on my skin. I closed my eyes and took in her ministrations. I felt 
two soft and familiar hands on my chest as they cupped both my breasts. 
Without opening my eyes, I reached out to return the favor by taking her 
nipples between my fingers. We both hissed in pleasure at the same time; the 
inside of my pussy throbbed in delight from the touch of Promila's lips on 
my inner thighs.

	I had to open my eyes. I needed to absorb the pleasure with all the senses 
at my disposal. I let go of the distended, taut nipples I had between my 
fingers and sat up on the bed; I tugged at Promila's maxi. She took the cue, 
stood up and -- with one swift motion -- pulled her maxi off over her head. 
She stood there in all her natural beauty.

	I decided then -- and not for the first time, too -- that not only was she 
attractive, but she was gorgeous. Her near perfect skin was somehow 
accentuated by the green light in that room and she looked surreal.  Rather 
full, yet firm, her breasts were crowned with large dark areola surrounding 
her already erect nipples.

	I reached out and touched her gently between her legs, where her  dense and 
coarse curles concealed a dripping wet cavern.  She gasped as my fingers 
brushed past her moist labia, and over the slippery thatch of silk that was  
plastered onto either side of her lips, and where her shapely long legs met; 
and she closed her thighs on my hand. I inserted one finger into her and it 
felt tight. The musculature that lined her inside, tightened around my digit 
and transmitted the sensation up my arm, to my breasts, and down along my 
torso to where my beautiful cousin had her mouth buried already.

"Nnnnnngggghhhh ... aaaaaahhhhh," moaned Promila, her head thrown back, eyes 
closed and lips drawn back to reveal her slightly imperfect set of teeth.

	I looked up and admired how Mother Nature could accentuate certain beauties 
with minor imperfections. I don't think that Promila would have looked as 
attractive as she did without those crowded pair of canines.

	I  wiggled my finger inside her and she -- letting go of her grip she on my 
hand -- parted her thighs as if to signal her willingness to accommodate my 
hand more fully where it pleasured her most. She folded one of her legs and 
planted the knee on the bed. I inserted another finger and felt her pussy 
tighten again. Promila reached for my breasts and started caressing them 
with the tips of her fingers with a touch so delightfully unfamiliar that I 
almost came in Debi's mouth.

	With some urgency, I shifted my position, and pushed Debi's head away with 
my free hand, the other still lodged securely between Promila's thighs. Debi 
sat up, her mouth glistening in the green of the room.

"Already?" Debi smiled and licked her lips as she spoke.

"Almost, my God!" I exhaled, "Don't you know how long I have been horny?"

"I am, too!" It was between a hiss and a groan from our maid, as she slowly 
gyrated her hips standing there beside Debi's bed -- one foot on the floor 
and the other knee on the bed -- trying to milk my fingers.

"I need to go again," I said, and tried to extricate my fingers from our 
maid's gripping cuunt, but she wouldn't let me.

"Not now, please!" she begged with her urgency, and I had to hold back and 
give in.  It wasn't as urgent for me, I decided. My renal apparatus had to 
be ignored for the time being.

"OK, OK," I mocked, "Your cunt could swallow my hole hand now, Promila!" 
And, with that, I pulled her onto our bed.  She fell on me and I rolled from 
under her just in time.  My fingers came dislodged from her tight yet 
slippery inside, as I rolled and stood up beside the bed.  Promila lay 
beside Debi on her stomach and I admired her figure once more. I reached and 
touched her firm buttocks with the tips of my fingers - still dripping with 
her juice - and felt her muscles flex.  As I ran my palm gently on her 
curve, I felt the goosebumps on her buttocks.

"Nnnnnn . . ." Promila let out a faint sound and rolled over on her back.

	The two  were lying on the bed looking straight up at the ceiling. Both had 
their hands folded across their chests like mummies; except that their legs 
were spread apart slightly. It was a surreal exhibition under the green 
night light.

	I couldn't help admiring the two figures as I stood by the bed ready to 
climb up and on them.  Debi's was a little on the soft side, while Promila 
had a figure of an athlete minus the muscles. Debi could be described as 
voluptuous, while Promila's attraction was in her leanness with the full, 
firm breasts.  Debi's breasts were almost perfect orbs, while Promila's 
slightly tapered into her nipples. They were both looking up and breathing 
almost in unison. But for the faint aroma of their arousal in the windowless 
room, and their bare readiness, their form seemed rather nonchalantly 
disengaged from the raunchy mood of the room.

"Are you two meditating?" I asked in jest.

"We are waiting for you," Debi answered and held out her arms to receive me.

"Yes, I am too hot to do too much." Promila propped herself up on one elbow 
as she turned and faced Debi, adding, "I don't know how long I can hold 
off."

	I wasn't sure about my own ability to carry on either.  I gently climbed 
onto the bed and over Promila towards the glistening nakedness of my cousin. 
As I lay my body on top of Debi's, I asked Promila, "Koréchhish kaaro 
shaathhe érokom?" It was, of course a very natural curiosity on my part.  I 
suppose I just wanted to know if we were his first same-sex sexperience!

"Whhhooooo ..." Promila exhaled with no clear answer, and added, "Tell you 
later . . ."

"Let's not talk anymore," Debi pushed her pelvis up against me, and extended 
one of her hands towards Promila's cunt. "Move up," she said.

"I want to see you two do it," Promila said, but she did not push Debi's 
hand away. Instead, she did move her body up and folded one of her knees up 
to make it easier for Debi to reach her. "I knew you two did it," she 
continued, "I really wanted to see ... yessss ... shhhhhh ... I wanted to 
... oh ... mmmmm ..." and her body moved in rhythm as her words became 
slurred.

	I couldn't wait anymore and started to move myself against Debi's smooth 
thigh. Debi bent her knees up and started moving against me in slow but 
deliberate gyrations trying to rub her pussy against my skin.

"Let me eat you, Sharmi," eyes closed and lips apart, Promila hissed.
"Let ... us ... all ... eat ... each ... other," Debi panted her suggestion 
between her thrusts from underneath my body; and we did.

As Promila licked at my juices, my head held between Debi's thighs,  I could 
faintly hear Debi's slurps at Promila's cunt. We moved in unison ... all 
three of us ... till we could bear no more.  Then I heard nothing, and felt 
nothing, save my own heart that thumped against my sternum as I ground my 
cunt against Promila's mouth.

"Sharmi!" Debi's voice carried through that pleasure zone, "Sharmi!"
And I my whole body shook in violent release as I came and I came and I came 
....

"My God! Sharmi ... Hey, Sharmi!" Debi's voice was louder as I struggled to 
open my eyes. I felt so exhausted ...

"What?" I finally opened my eyes. the green was subdued now.

"You were ..." Debi paused.

"That was good!" I smiled at her.

"I know, now you have made me hot ... early in the morning," Debi climbed on 
top of me.

"Morning?" I didn't understand.

"You were dreaming, I suppose," Debi explained as she rubbed her wet cunt 
against my thigh, "you were doing it against me quite furiously, and then 
you came . . . I think."

	Still groggy, I felt the pressure of my full bladder. I  groggily, but 
swiftly, got off the bed and went to the bathroom. I peed in my half-sleep 
mode.  The inside of the flat was still dark in that predawn, and as I 
started back from the bathroom towards Debi's room, I suddenly woke up.

"Against you?" I didn't know what else to say as I entered the room.

"Ah ... yes ..." Debi responded after a pause. "Not only that, you were also 
almost shouting out Promila's name!"

	By then almost fully awake, I felt my arousal returning to my body. It was 
as if the feeling held over from the night -- between Debi and our maid -- 
slowly creeping back into my full consciousness.  I shut the door to Debi's 
room very gently and put the latch on from inside. Then, as I climbed up 
into the bed beside Debi, she pulled my dress up above my hip without 
further preparation; not that we needed any, anyway.  She put one of her 
thighs across me and pressed down her wet cunt against mine.

"Promila's ...?" as awake as I was, I was still not sure how much of what I 
thought happened during the night actually happened.  I knew I dreamt, but I 
did't know when that dream had started.  I pulled one of my thighs from 
under Debi's and lay that on hers.  We were facing each other, our legs 
intertwined; our soppy pussies against each others skin.  Debi never stopped 
moving her hips in rhythm. We didn't bother to undress beyond that either.

	Debi continued to grind against me as she spoke. I could tell she was 
pretty far gone already. "Were you dreaming of doing it with her?" She 
whispered as her frottage continued, "I am jealous," she added with a mock 
hurt in her voice.

"You were there," I responded, finally in command of my  surroundings, "we 
were having a ball ... all three of us."

"I am glad I was there," she moaned out through her labored breathing, "So, 
how was it? What all ... did we ... do?"

"Tell me something," I suddenly remembered, "Did Promila come back last 
night?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Did she, really?" I wanted to make sense of the chronology.

"Yes, you let her in, warmed up food ..." Debi stopped moving for an instant 
and looked intently at me, "You don't remember all that?"  She squinted her 
eyes as she panted her query.

"I surely do," I said, "I came back in, we started doing it and then you had 
to go to the bathroom ... and then you came back with Promila ..."

"Came back with Promila?" It was Debi's turn to sound incredulous, "You were 
snoring when I returned, you naughty girl. I was so hot, and you were 
snoring! I  didn't want to wake you up so I tried to do it by myself and 
then I also fell asleep. I was tired, you know."

"Oh my God!" I started laughing.

"So, you were dreaming ...?" Debi had resumed her humping.

	My dream climax must not have been complete, for I felt that I needed a 
release too. So, rocking my hips in her rhythm, I gave her a detailed 
account of my dream. Naturally, it wasn't as detailed as I have put down 
here (for I have had to fill in some gaps in my memory while recounting), 
nor did it have to be. We humped each other as I described as much as I 
recalled that morning and I am sure she filled in the rest from her 
imagination.

	To be honest, I really didn't remember my dream in such detail even that 
morning. I remembered that the three of us were having tremendous fun in it. 
However, something that I learnt later that year had given me an uncanny 
feeling about that night's dream, and that is why, among so many, I remember 
dreaming that dream. Now, this little dream episode has graduated into our 
repertory of fantasies.

	We came together that morning with an all out effort towards muting our 
moans and groans. It was probably 6 AM. Before that morning, we have never 
had to worry about a third person listening. We obviously didn't consider 
our neighbor a 'third person'; he was more like one of those big house 
lizards that would dart across the walls catching ugly cockroaches. It 
mattered little what he heard. At the same time, the very thought of Promila 
in the next room, or perhaps already up and about preparing our breakfast in 
the kitchen, gave us that extra boosts between our legs that helped us both 
reach climax quickly.

	We lay there for a while catching our breaths, Debi on top of me, our 
soaking wet pussies against each other's thighs. I shot a glance at the door 
and made sure that it was locked from inside. I didn't want Promila to be 
barging in on our two naked bodies in that state, no matter what she might 
or might not have guessed.

"Are you really interested in doing it with her, Sharmi?" Debi whispered 
against my ear.

"Oh ... I don't know,"  I had really no idea what was going through my mind, 
but my languidly uttered response did little to satisfy my curious cousin.

"Don't know?" she thrust her cunt against my thigh with a deliberate 
suggestion and demanded an answer, "You were dreaming about her and you 
'don't know'? You want me to believe that?"

"I had been thinking about her and us for some time now, I suppose," I tried 
to sound a bit philosophical about the whole thing, but dug a hole for 
myself in the process. I had to tell Debi the whole thing about Promila 
watching me masturbating and telling me about it.

"Wow!" Debi exclaimed, "She seems to be one naughty girl, doesn't she!"

"Well ... it certainly made me fantasize things," I chuckled.

"Let's see where things lead to," Debi declared quite prophetically as she 
rolled off me and sat up on the bed in all her glory, "I am certainly not 
opposed to the idea."

"Really?" I wasn't sure if Debi herself understood the implications of what 
she had just said, "You think that's a good idea? After all ..."

"So, why were you dreaming about it then?"

"I told you why ... I suppose ... I suppose it's no big deal," I tried to 
rationalize and was again disturbed to feel a tingle between my legs, and at 
my nipples, just thinking about Debi's candid suggestion.

	That morning, I could barely look at Promila's face without feeling 
self-conscious. It seemed that, despite all the candor we had had enjoyed 
between the three of us, I had a transparent wall all around me and Promila 
was there looking in. I knew it was completely irrational and that Promila 
had no knowledge of my dream, but there it was -- an uneasy feeling on my 
part. It was made worse by the fact that the tingling sensation all over my 
body refused to go away.

"Don't rush into anything,  Debi," I cautioned my free spirited cousin as we 
waited at the bus-stop that morning to catch our transport.

"Don't worry, I am not stupid," she assured me with a wink and a smile.

"Are you going to see Bidyut today?" she asked, as if to change the subject.

"Bidyut?" I found myself wondering about the name, "No, no, I don't suppose 
I will. Why?"

"Nothing, just asking," Debi replied while looking rather intently into my 
eyes, as if to gauge the depth of my apparent indifference in that 
statement.

I had to admit to myself, right at that moment, that Bidyut really did 
little to light my fire.

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End Part 26 (To be Contd....)
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