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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. 

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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 dimmed light that the table lamp shone over the bed, I could see 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 silky mound, "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, "Do you like it... Sanju?"

"Oh... Oh... Oh... Shona-di...”  Sanju muttered 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. While I appreciated his apprehension of a climax too soon, my throbbing sex wanted no such hiatus.

"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 heady 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 soft and subdued light from the table lamp 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, his back to the lamp.  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 looked at it — over his shoulder — 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 onto my palm.  The lack of light notwithstanding, the thing looked magnificent.  Barely resting on my palm, it stood straight out, even slightly pointing up, from his thatch of silky pubic hairs.  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 recourse.  I drew my palm again along the underside of its entire 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; it felt good.  I held his hardness at its base in one hand, and started running my other very gently under it.  We were separated merely by the length of his shaft.  I wanted to enjoy what he was doing to my nipples before I drew him to the bed and started sucking on it.  I didn't want him to come yet, although all that 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 for the female orgasm is rather deceptive, 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 his balls, 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 belly 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 —  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...

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       "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. I got 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 thumped in my chest with the inevitable emotions engendered by the recollection of the immediate past, and the intense panic of the moment. 

      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. 

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