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My Story  (Part 2)

The subsequent parts are forthcoming.  I have written a lot, but editing needs to be done and when I ask for help at home, editing remains farthest from anybody's mind.  So, please be patient.

      He was a handsome guy of seventeen.  They were classmates at school and 'twas not until they graduated that they decided they liked each other.  I liked him too, but Debi, of course, had the first pick!

"Oh… yesterday actually," Debi was visibly excited just recalling the fact, for her hand moved from my breasts to my underbelly.  I felt a tingling run up from my navel to my nipples as her fingers roamed above my pubic bone.  I was getting excited too, again, just imagining Debi's moist vagina being filled with Ajit's erect and hard penis.

      Oh yes!  I had turned fifteen and was well read about sex by then.  Vibrators or latex penile merchandises were not readily available in India; and we never really heard of those things either.  Debi and I had experimented with candles and phallic arboreal.  They were all right, but hardly as pleasurable as each other's fingers or tongues.  Both of us dreamed of the real thing on and off the bed and hoped that we will not have to wait too long.  I was aroused to learn that at least Debi did not.

"How was it?" I asked eagerly while parting my legs a little, "Is it big?"

"I don't know.  It felt big" Debi replied, moving the hand between my parted legs.  I was confused, to say the least.  Debi explained: They had masturbated each other off.  It was somewhat anticlimactic, but, at the same time, I must admit, I was a little relieved that Debi had not beaten me to the finish line.

      They were sitting by the lake, in a darkened corner, when Ajit kissed her deeply.  The kissing and necking got really hot, with both their tongues playing frantic games with each other.  Ajit, for the first time, took liberty with her breasts... from above the blouse, of course.  He had lightly touched one with his free hand, letting it roam on the ample mound in apparent leisure.  Debi's body, under her sari and blouse, instantly had caught fire.  She could feel her nipples expand.  She did not resist.  Slowly unbuttoning the front of the blouse she had guided Ajit's hand to her back and helped him unclasp the bra from behind.  Then she had wrapped the sari around her neck to cover herself from any accidental passers-by.  Ajit needed little cue after that.

      Cupping both her free breasts in his palms, Ajit started massaging them with vigor.  Her swollen nipples tightened up and became stiff - so stiff that they almost hurt.  Before she knew it, her hand had traveled to the front of his trousers and she felt the stiff bulge.  It formed a mound, pushing the length of the fly out as if begging to be freed.  Her hand rested there for a while, taking in the heat of his hardness.  She also felt it throb.

      Debi lightly caressed the bulge.  And, with each pass of her hand over the fabric of Ajit's trousers, the bulge got bigger; it throbbed.

      Debi searched for an opening.  She wanted to feel his flesh.  She was wet, her panties soaked through.  She found it... the zipper.  She tugged at it but it wouldn't budge.

      Ajit shifted and, momentarily withdrawing one of his hands from her chest, unzipped his pants with one swift motion.  The rest was up to Debi.  She inserted her right hand into the opening and encountered his briefs.  She pulled at the elastic

waistband and proceeded farther inside.

      Ajit shifted again and helped her grasp his member.  It was warm... no it was hot!  It was hard!  And it throbbed again at the direct touch!.  She encircled the shaft with her slender hand, just as she would a long cucumber.  But it felt nothing like one... its heat being transmitted up her arm and up to her breast - then down into her own crotch.  Her cunt was dripping - and throbbing inside.  Her blood rushed to her clitoris.

      Debi started rubbing Ajit's cock with a pumping motion.  She and I had read about male masturbation in quite some detail (and every time it had led us to relieve ourselves halfway through the descriptions).  Ajit moaned and started bucking his hips... which, I am sure was difficult in the position they were.  He sucked on Debi's tongue fervently and took his hand to her waist, trying to get it under her sari.

Debi said, "Wait... not this way" and guided Ajit's hand under by slightly bunching up her sari and the petticoat.

Ajit pulled the thin fabric of the panties aside and commented with a whisper, "Oh... Debi, it is soaking wet... you are so wet..."

"Yes, aaaah... Ajit... put... your fingers... inside... and do me..." Debi panted, frigging him even harder.

"Not so fast... nnng..." Ajit cautioned her.

"Yess... I know." holding him even tighter with her free arm, Debi proceeded to bring all of it outside.  It was not easy.  The long and hard cock was stuck inside his underpants facing his thighs.  Debi struggled and finally succeeded.  Ajit did not seem to mind all the tugging; he was actually moaning in pleasure through all that.  It was huge!  According to Debi it was a foot long and eight inches in girth!  (But, as I were to discover in the years to come, it was an exaggeration for most!)

With Ajit's penis out, Debi could not help her curiosity.  She held it in her hand and looked at the 'huge' thing.  It almost jumped on her outstretched palm... pre-cum oozing from the slit on its pointy bulbous head.  The foreskin was drawn back and the head glistened with his own copious juice.

      His own two fingers were inside Debi by then.  He was making a straight in-out motion with them.  He was terribly excited by getting to touch Debi there and at what he was doing... his cock was almost ready to shoot.  He clenched his teeth and tried not to think about the present.  It was hard, in more ways than one.

      Debi was no less excited.  She would climax the moment her clit would get rubbed.  And she wanted it badly.  She resumed masturbating Ajit and, with the other hand, guided him to her clit.  Ajit knew all about clits... well, almost.  He started rubbing it with the heel of his palm very deliberately yet gently... he wanted to climax too . . .

"Yesssss... oh... yesss... yesss... oh!  Oh!  Oh! ...nnnnnnng" Debi moaned.

"Aaaahhhrgh..." whispered back Ajit, "Harder... yes... pump... pump... pump... oooooooh... nnnnnng..."  He squirted through the air and the first load landed in the water of the lake in front of them.  Then it kept coming... load after load, squirt after squirt, for what seemed like a heady eternity.  Debi came too... almost at the same time... And she moaned and moaned and moaned...

      I was moaning too, frigging myself on Debi's thigh.  I pictured myself watching them masturbating each other, sitting on the grass beside the small lake, shaded from the street-light by the big tree.  I imagined myself standing right behind them and letting my juices run down my thighs as I enjoyed their mutual gratification.  I got hot listening and imagining.

      Debi was also excited talking about it.  We were sitting up.  Debi was sitting cross-legged with her back against the wall.  I had one of my thighs over her legs, my wet cunt touching one of her thighs.  As I was rhythmically pressing it there, and moaning, she grabbed one of my hands and placed it between her legs and silently urged me to rub her.

      We looked into each other’s eyes and did it to each other for a while.  Our breathing got strained from the excitement and we could not just remain in that position for long.  I let her cunt go and fell back on the bed with my wet, slippery lips still pressed firmly against Debi's thigh. 

"Ohhhh!  Sharmila...”  She started to protest.

"Come on...”  I invited her by folding up my knees and letting them fall away from each other.

      She did not need any more encouragement.  Sitting up on her knees, Debi straddled one of my thighs and lowered herself on me.  Our wet and juicy openings met, sending electricity from our clits through our lower bellies and up to our brains.  She rocked back and forth and I matched her rhythm with my hips.  We held each other's hands tightly and pulled with all our strength as if to meld our mutual seats of pleasure together.

      It did not take long.  Putting our cunts together has always been the fastest and most vigorous way of reaching orgasm for us.  The friction (or the lack thereof) of our clits sent sparks in a few minutes.  I pulled her down on me... our breasts met, sending further electricity through our nipples, and we muffled our orgiastic cries by burying our faces into the sides of each other's necks. 

"Oooof!" Debi whispered, "that was so good..."

"Oh yeah... Debi...”  I concurred, "When are you going to do the real thing with him?"

"Oh, I dunno... I don't want to seem too eager, you know..." She said tentatively, "And then... somehow it does not seem much fun without you."

"Debi!" I said with some nervousness, "you are not serious, are you? He is your boyfriend... and what do you think he will think? Have you told him about us?"

      I was probably babbling to hide my nervousness.  For, there was this slight envy about Debi being able to do it with Ajit (whom I have  imagined naked and admired the imaginary member from time to time).  A thousand possibilities had raced through my mind even as we were rocking locked in our cunt-to-cunt embrace.  Now, at the very slightest hint of Debi's reluctance in leaving me out of the equation, my clitoris was starting to get engorged, again.  Later in my life I had learnt that very few Bengali girls (especially of the social stratum we belonged to) ever were as liberal in their sexual mores as we were.       Indeed, for a very long time I believed that my way of thinking in matters sexual was the norm.  I guess my thought processes in that regard were primarily driven by the type of erotic books that Debi and I read on a regular basis.  We were aware that we were doing something quite arcane by the very nature of sex.  Yet, I have always understood that to be true with everybody.  That is, I believed everybody fantasized and enjoyed sex as well as he/she could.  Thus there was little guilt in me and none of the sense of immorality.  Sinful? Oh yes!  Isn't that half the fun?

      Anyway; enough metaphysics of sex.  My clit was fully swollen and, concealing my fantasy about Ajit, I started to rock my pelvis.  Debi's thigh was between my legs; she had stretched out atop me after the last of her waves had subsided.  I had pulled up my knees again to get a better contact with her thigh.  I tried to stimulate her again; but, to my dismay, she was already too tired from the last orgasm and I felt her falling asleep on me.  I smiled, gave her a kiss on her cheek and gently rolled both of us over.  For a little while I lay on top of her shapely body, my underbelly resting on hers.  Then I slipped off her to one side, not letting her go.  I was on my side, with one of my legs across her thighs.  I was tired too, but the tingle between my legs was too much to resist.  I pressed my cunt to the side of her waist and started to heave my pelvis in gentle thrusts.

"Mmmmm... yessss..." Even in her sleep Debi moaned her approval.

"Shhhhh... sleep tight..." I whispered back in her ears, my pelvis not missing a beat . . .

I guess I didn't realize how tired I was, for I couldn't finish it.  I dozed off.  I dreamed of Ajit, Debi and me in a threesome, like the ones we read about in so many smutty novelettes.

(to be continued)