I have received some letters wondering about my reluctance in
elaborating upon certain social paradigms. I deliberately refrained from
such explanations hoping that the unspoken would add to the exotic. I am
not sure if even now I want to explain such things as “kinships” and
“customs of intimacy”. May be those that are left wondering would find it
worth their while to discover more about my beloved country (which has a
lot to offer besides “smuts”) by themselves. However, I am not totally
opposed to the idea. Given enough interest among the readers, I may
venture into the task of familiarizing my readers with the relevant Indian
(specifically Bengali) socio-cultural aspects. Till then, enjoy My Story
as it is narrated. Please feel free to write back with any corrections in
my language and/or comments that you may find appropriate. NOTE: I thought
that this part was a little too big. So I am sending it as “Part 5a” and
“Part 5b” as email submissions. Hoever, it will appear on the ftp site as
just “Part 5″
USUAL DISCLAIMER: Those that are offended by cute brunette teen cheerleader sex, are disturbed by
images of humans enjoying sex and those that fear blindness (or excessive
acne) are advised not to read past this disclaimer. People not belonging
to the “Mature” category of beings (18 years or younger, where applicable)
are PROHIBITED beyond this point.
My Story (part 5a) by Sharmila Sanyal
Debi was awake before I was. She had already had a sumptuous breakfast
ready when she woke me up with a sensuous kiss. She is usually slightly
horny when she wakes up in the morning. I haven’t ever felt particularly
amorous before I have had a chance to brush, shower and answer Nature’s
call (not essentially in that order). Even in the coldest of mornings I
have to have a shower before I am fully myself. Debi was caressing my
breasts and kissing me on my lips. I pushed her away …
“Debi … don’t … let me …” I said with some urgency.
Debi put her arms around me and, bringing her mouth to my earlobes,
whispered sensually, “You look and smell sexy when you wake cute brunette teen cheerleader up.” Of course,
till this day I do not believe that.
“Whatever. I have to freshen up …” I said, planting a light kiss on
her cheek.
Debi had prepared two huge omlettes and we had them with toasts. We
were re-energized for another amorous day. My cousin was excited that we
were going out for a movie that afternoon with Ajit. Indian parents rarely
allowed too much public display of relationships with boyfriends. So,
going out with Ajit used to be rather restricted for Debi too. Going to
movies happened once a month. I suppose, Debi was also pleased that I was
going with them (no matter how strange that might seem to some).
We took the morning very easy. We went out for a little while and were
back by about ten, before it got too hot outside. Once back home, Debi and
I shut all the windows to keep the heat out. This is almost a ritual in
Calcutta during the summer days. The shade inside made it cool; and I
started feeling the cute brunette teen cheerleader usual stir between my legs. We stayed downstairs and
in the living room. We took off all our clothes and lay on the floor
slowly caressing one another. I got on top of Debi and, with my legs, I
parted her thighs. Our tongues playing with each other, the doors to the
caves between our legs were slowly opening wider. The passages were coming
alive and, with each gentle thrust of our pelvis, getting more lubricated.
Debi shifted under me and pulled one knee up so that our cunts were now
making full contact with each other’s upper thighs. I could feel her wet
lips there and my own inside throbbed. She grabbed my buttocks and pulled
me tighter against her. We rocked together, our breasts almost flat
against each other … our nipples getting harder. We rocked, and rocked,
and rocked … taking it easy and enjoying each other through every pore
of our bodies. The ceiling fan kept moaning above us … as if egging us
on to reach our climax …
We finished it cute brunette teen cheerleader off by going into a sixty-nine. And we lay there, with
our heads resting comfortably on each other’s inner thighs. Although I
came blissfully, Debi’s odor made me stay at the height of my excitement
even longer. I tried to lick her again, but she was too sensitive there
and begged me to stop. My god, it was hard for me foregoing that urge to
lap up her tasty juice. I remained in that suspended state of excitement
and decided to make the night wild.
We reached the cinema about fifteen minutes before the show was
scheduled to start and I was a little surprised to find a lot more than the
usual number of people waiting to get in. Usually the artsy foreign films
do not attract too many patrons.
Ajit was waiting for us at the entrance to the lobby. He was wearing a
pajamas and a dark-colored panjabi. He was his usual handsome self. I
felt a tightening in the area just above my pubis. A radiant smile broke
out on Debi’s face and she looked even cute brunette teen cheerleader more beautiful. ‘They are perfect
for each other,’ I thought to myself. We were both wearing saris. Sari
made me look rather mature. As Debi walked quickly up to him, I remained a
few paces behind. As I was passing a group of young boys, I could hear
them inhale. One let out a muted whistle.
We bought some fresh roasted peanuts and three bottles of ThumsUp before
entering the lobby. I had been there before with Debi. The inside of the
old theater was fairly big, with about seven hundred seats arranged in
three columns.
A group of four guys in their early twenties and a lightly made-up
beautiful woman in brushed past us at the entrance to the auditorium. She
looked at me and smiled, somewhat stunning me with her perfect set of
teeth. I wondered — and then remembered having seen her in a few movies.
Debi confirmed, and added that she lived in the neighborhood. The ‘Star’
will remain unnamed, since she is now quite famous on the silver screen.
We had our seats cute brunette teen cheerleader in the last row of the balcony. I commented on the
price of the tickets, and Ajit said reassuringly, “Don’t worry about it; a
friend of mine managed to get these for half the price.”
I looked around and found very few sitting in the balcony. The balcony
tickets are expensive and not many want to pay the premium. There were two
guys in their late teens sitting in front of us — one seat over to my
left. A couple sat a few seats down to my left in our row, which was right
beside the short wall that defined the entrance. Ajit took the aisle seat
with Debi on his left; and I sat beside Debi.
I still remember the name of the film. It was by Zoltan Fabri, titled
“The Peddler”. Pretty soon it was apparent why the crowd was thicker than
usual at the cinema. Indian film-goers rarely saw such open sex in films!
And this one had more than a few of those with frontal shots. So, when the
first ‘hot’ scene came up, the shuffling cute brunette teen cheerleader noises inside the hall were hardly
unexpected. Shocking? May be; but unexpected it was not.
The lead guy, a burly cop (?) in his forties, was being given a
fantastic blow job by the hooker whom he was supposed to be booking. As
her head bobbed up and down on his lap, she had her shapely breasts out for
him to fondle (and for the entranced spectators to see). Perfectly round
and taut — and capable of making any woman envious — they were by no
means ordinary. I am not sure if implants were as commonplace then, but
people wonder these days about similar perfections. Such skepticism aside,
I have the privilege of knowing women with attributes that rival any
augmentation. As I recollect, this person of presumable ill-repute did not
lack the necessary appeal otherwise. As just her face filled the screen,
sounds of collective inhalation and low whistling inside the cinema
testified to that.
Indian boys are known to jack off watching scantily clad heroines and
vamps doing suggestive dance numbers in those wildly popular Bollywood
films. So, in anticipation, cute brunette teen cheerleader I looked at the two boys sitting in front of
us, my own juices having started to flow. The boy on the right looked
around furtively. He adjusted on his seat and leaned slightly left. His
left shoulder moved and, after some more movement from the other boy,
settled into a slow and regular undulating motion. I had never been
witness to masturbation by the other sex, but I did not find it hard to
imagine what they might be doing or trying to do. My musings made the
situation – between my legs – worse.
Without being too obvious I looked to my right; I saw both Debi and Ajit
staring straight ahead. Debi had that familiar look in her face. I
wondered what they would have been up to had I not been sitting next to
them. Suddenly I felt like the proverbial ‘fifth wheel’. My own arousal
notwithstanding, I started feeling rather lousy … and a bit resentful of
those two!
I looked in the other direction. The couple sitting to my left were
hunched towards each cute brunette teen cheerleader other. They were kissing! I could not help but
stare. I saw the woman’s hand moving in his lap in a deliberate up-down
motion.
I looked away and at the screen. The screen was filled with the man’s
face, contorted in pleasure — his fast, heavy breathing and the “Ah’s”,
mixed with the slurping sound of his cock being sucked on — were heard
through the speakers around us; and pretty soon he came. So did a few
others in that hall, I am sure. The two boys in my front had been going at
it quite gently; and they stopped, each leaving his hand on the other’s
lap. I squeezed my thighs tightly as little doubt remained about what they
were doing!
Debi’s breathing was audible and I wished I could pleasure her sitting
right there. I took my left hand to my waist and inserted it from there
and under my sari. I found the elastic of my panties and my hand found its
way under it. I was soaked there. Lightly I touched myself, hoping that
Debi would not cute brunette teen cheerleader notice me engaged in masturbation. I was not a little
emboldened by the general ambiance inside the theater.
‘If only he was not with us!’ I remember thinking.
It was not long before another explicit scene erupted across the screen.
The wife had invited the ‘peddler’ in and, one thing leading to another,
they found themselves in the bedroom. Some very passionate kissing and
necking melted into the shot of them having wild sex. My first exposure to
explicit coitus on film!
The man was leaning his back against the head-board and the woman was
riding him completely naked with her back towards him. She was kneeling
astride his waist. In the subdued light of her bedroom, a close-up shot
showed her looking down and presumably reaching with her hand to guide the
man into her. The action, though hidden from the audience’s view, could
not have been more erotically conceived. I heard a few loud gasps even at
this. I guess everybody else heard them too, for Debi placed her left hand
over my right and gave a knowing cute brunette teen cheerleader squeeze. I looked in her direction and my
eyes almost automatically followed past her face and to where her other
hand was. It was on Ajit’s lap!
It was actually out of sight! It was inside Ajit’s pajamas! Ajit was
staring straight ahead at the screen. I clenched my teeth and dug the two
fingers of my left hand deeper into my dripping cunt. The muscles inside
pulsated around my digits.
Debi was doing it to him … right there … in the hall … while I
was sitting right beside her!
The woman on the screen had started to grind her hips in an up-down and
sideways motion. The man reached around her front and started rubbing her
clit, his legs spread slightly apart and out towards us. We could not see
his cock, but could almost see her vaginal lips under the thick triangle of
her pubic hair. She was doing him rather gently at first ….
I looked back at Debi. She was enjoying the scene. Sensing cute brunette teen cheerleader my stare,
she turned her head and looked into my eyes. Then, without letting Ajit
go, she leaned towards me and whispered “How do you like it?”
“My god” I replied, “I never imagined … and you are enjoying a whole
lot I see.”
“Yeah … ” she whispered again, “Do you see the two in front of you?
They are really doing it hard”
I had not looked at them since this scene had started. Debi was right,
the two were jerking each other off in full swing. I guess they were too
excited to even remember that there were people around. Then again, from
the various sounds that we could hear from around the cinema, they were not
the only ones that could not help themselves. This film, to us, was the
next best thing to a porn.
The seats being staggered, one of them was sitting slightly to my left.
Slightly craning my neck, I could see his’ trousers were open in the front
and his friend had the hard manhood out and in his cute brunette teen cheerleader fist. He was massaging
it vigorously while himself being rewarded for it by his friend. My first
glimpse at an adult male principle — albeit poorly lit — live; and that
too in its full glory! I felt my vaginal muscles squeezing my fingers a
few times in response.
I turned to Debi and whispered, “The couple on the other side were
kissing a while back”
“Kissing!” Debi said under her breath, “My god! She is sucking him!”
Obviously she could see past me. I turned my head around rather slowly.
I need not have been worried about being discovered looking at them, for
the guy’s head was thrown back and he was breathing through his mouth, his
eyes closed. His partner was bent over towards him, her back to us, and
her face was buried in his lap.
I had to jerk my fingers out of my cunt. It was getting hard to resist.
Debi had not noticed; but the sudden movement of my hand under my sari drew
her attention. Figuring out what I was cute brunette teen cheerleader up to and she offered her hand,
“Let me do it..”
“Are you crazy …?” I said in a whisper, “Ajit …”
“Never mind him … look” and she gestured towards herself.
Ajit’s left hand was inside her sari too. I had missed it before since
Debi had carefully concealed his hand with the ‘aanchal’ of her sari.
I smiled , grabbed her left hand, and guided it to my stomach in silent
approval. She deftly wiggle her hand inside. Her hand touched my wet
fingers. Guiding it to my moist opening, I left the rest to her — my hand
just resting on hers while she pleasured me. I looked in her direction
again. Our eyes met. I saw the familiar naughty glitter in her
glazed-over eyes.
Ajit was leaning slightly towards Debi to allow himself better control
over what he was doing under her sari. He appeared rather calm for
somebody getting jerked off by his girlfriend … his lips were slightly
parted and I noticed him periodically closing his cute brunette teen cheerleader eyes; nothing more than
that to give him away. Not that it mattered, for he was well-shielded from
the aisle by the short wall. The usher, who normally hovers around with
his penlight turned on, were nowhere to be seen. There was one short row
of seats behind us, and that was empty. The row of seats one over and
across the aisle was occupied by the actress and her companions. They were
all sitting very low in their seats and I could only see the crowns of
their heads. Despite my preoccupation with what was going on between the
three of us, I couldn’t help but wonder what THEY were up to.
The auditorium was alive with the sounds of the love making on the
screen, mingled with those being generated by some of the members of the
audience in various states of excitement. I myself was breathing rather
heavily … and audibly. Despite the usual Bengali pedanticism about sex,
a sense of helpless abandon pervaded the theater.
I wanted to lean over and kiss my cousin. It was cute brunette teen cheerleader a strange feeling …
as if we were engaged in a threesome. I could almost feel Ajit through
Debi. I wanted to do what he was doing to her. Regardless of the state I
was in, I could not penetrate the thin veil that separated me from him. I
reminded myself that I loved Debi too much to risk it.
So, I satisfied myself by caressing her hand that was engaged between my
thighs. Our fingers played a delicate instrument there; and I could sense
the rhythm from Ajit’s hand transmitting through her and to our intertwined
fingers. My other hand wanted to reach out and touch her breasts. And
again I refrained from intruding.
The woman on the screen was riding the man in a frenzy. The full
frontal shot in the semidark bedroom showed her small firm breasts
quivering as she gyrated her hips, the man rubbing her at the apex of the
dark triangle. Her head thrown back, she was screaming out her approach.
The man was bucking his hips up and down, his face hidden from the cute brunette teen cheerleader camera.
The boys sitting in front row were visibly nearing their climax. I
could see their hands moving faster and faster. As I momentarily looked
back at Debi and whispered to look at them, Debi glanced in their direction
and, clutching my pubis with a little extra vigor, announced, “Oh … my
… he is …. comming …” (literally translated: “Oh … my … the
boy … its happening !”)
I immediately jerked my head back in that direction, a sense of
momentary disappointment taking over at the prospect of missing the show.
I did not.
++++++++++++ (End Part 5)
(To be continued)
++++++++++++++++++++++++
NOTE: I thought that this part was a little too big. So I am sending it
as “Part 5a” and “Part 5b” as email submissions. Hoever, it will appear on
the ftp site as just “Part 5″
USUAL DISCLAIMER: Those that are offended by sex, are disturbed by
images of humans enjoying sex and those that fear blindness (or excessive
acne) are advised not to read past this disclaimer. People cute brunette teen cheerleader not belonging
to the “Mature” category of beings (18 years or younger, where applicable)
are PROHIBITED beyond this point.
My Story (Part 5b) by Sharmila Sanyal
The boy, whose erect member I was able to see, was still shooting his
white semen out under the expert pumping action of his friend’s left hand.
That was another first for me …
The force of his ejaculation sent the first few spurts above and over
the empty seat in front. The boy was visibly exhausted; and as his friend
continued to pump him, his flow reduced to globs trickling down the head
and onto his friend’s fist, he let is head slump back on the back of the
seat.
It could not have been sooner.
Immediately after that, the fucking on the screen was rudely interrupted
by the woman’s toddler daughter, hugging her doll, barging in on them.
Yeah! They had not locked the door! ‘Serves them right…’, I remember
regarding in utter disappointment transmuting to a sense of ire towards
them. It was hard to tell who was cute brunette teen cheerleader more disappointed … the woman, so
close to her climax, or the people, that were so in tune with the scene
this side of the screen. The let down at that stage was too much for some
to bear … and it was almost palpable.
In truth, we really did not need any stimulation from the movie anymore.
We were in our own world of sexual bliss. The three of us carried gently
on and on with Ajit coming first. As Debi announced in my ear about his
reaching the finish line, I couldn’t hold back any longer. More than the
sex on the screen, the thought of Debi’s fist around Ajit’s throbbing
manhood pushed me over the crest. I closed my eyes and came — holding our
two hands between my thighs in a vise-grip. Debi needed a little more
fingering from him and she climaxed with carefully controlled convulsions.
A few more scenes showing explicit and simulated sex had come and gone,
undoubtedly bringing the rest of the audience some satisfaction … but I
didn’t even bother to follow the rest of cute brunette teen cheerleader the movie. I was in heaven. The
invisible barrier that Ajit had unknowingly erected between me and Debi,
