Rich and poor family's plot
Actress Sex Story ACTRESS version POOR and RICH
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Following actress
1. Aishwarya Rai
2. Kajol
wife one
1. Samantha
wife two
1. Shruti Hassan
daughter one
1.Tamannaah
daughter two
1. Rashmika
grand daughter one
1. Malvika Sharma
grand daughter two
1. Sreeleela
1. Aishwarya Rai
2. Kajol
wife one
1. Samantha
wife two
1. Shruti Hassan
daughter one
1.Tamannaah
daughter two
1. Rashmika
grand daughter one
1. Malvika Sharma
grand daughter two
1. Sreeleela
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The story goes back to the early year of 2000 when the usage of mobile and computer was just stepping in India for official purposes and not frequent by the public.
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People would glance towards the two buildings always because of their identical structures and appearances like twins. Both the buildings were situated in the farthest corner of the Park Street area of Kolkata, in a sub-lane of the interior area where there was not much public access nor much traffic.
Both the two-story buildings were built in 7,500 square feet of an area each having 4 nos of bedrooms on the ground floor as well as an upper floor with a big hall on the ground floor for family gatherings. The entrance to the main buildings was well protected by 8 feet strong covered iron gates with identical design blocking the views of the public inside. Once a person would enter the main entrance, he would find his path in the middle strewn with green grass on both sides with gardens surrounded by multi colored various flowers and fountains till reaching the entrance to the house. These two buildings belonged to Mukherjee's and Chatterjee's. Both were close-knit families. The two buildings were only separated by a common boundary wall with a gap in the middle so that both the families could access each other without any difficulties. Both the houses had swimming pools. Thank God, there were no tallest buildings near to these two houses, although there were some but 200 meters away from these two houses from where nobody could peep through a binocular to the swimming pools which were well protected through the dense foliage of pine trees which surrounded the pools. Both the houses were situated in a healthy background except the backside. The backside of their houses was well protected by boundary wall and the adjunct place in their backside was a vacant land, a Government property full of grass, shrubs, and bushes where wild plants up to 4/5 feet height were growing. The nearby dirty water was flowing there and getting stagnated. To prevent flies and mosquitoes, both the households would engage manual labour to clear the dirt once a month.
The patriarch of the Mukherjee clan was Arnab Mukherjee,60 years old, an Industrialist, a tall figured person with partial grey hairs with a masculine physique. His wife was Kajol aged 56 years, still looked beautiful like an old cine actress and anyone could assume her to be in her forties with no shrinkage in her skin. They had two off springs. Their son Debashish was 38 years old, a handsome guy with a boyish look of medium height, unlike his father. His wife Samantha was a 36 years woman with a splendid Bengali beauty with glowing skin always radiating, and with a cylindrical face with a sharp nose and no one would believe that she was the mother of a big girl. Tamannaah was 34 years old, sibling of Debashish and daughter of Arnab Mukherjee. She was slim and beautiful as a model but unfortunately, she was a spinster and at present, she was a scientist and researcher at the National Institute of Rice Research. The last of the Mukherjee clan was the bubbly daughter of Debashish, the granddaughter of Arnab Mukherjee, Malvika, an 18 years bright young girl, just admitted into the first year of her graduation in St. Stephen college, the most reputed college of Kolkata. Apart from this, there was another family member in the Mukherjee family, was Bipin Das, a youth of 22 years. Arnab brought this youth from his native village from a poor family when Bipin was only 10 years old. Bipin grew up in the family like a family member, Arnab made him a trained driver, and he was now the domestic help as well as the driver of the family.
Sometimes, God would create wonders either intentionally or it would be co-incidentally. Not only the buildings of the two families were identical in structure, but the family structure of the two families resembled a hundred percent with each other in a striking manner.
The patriarch of the Chatterjee clan was Bhashkar Chatterjee,60 years old and he was also an Industrialist, a bosom friend of Arnab. Unlike his friend, Bhashkar was of medium height and muscular but his head was totally ice white. His wife Aishwarya was also 56 years old like Kajol, wife of Arnab, a surpassing beauty in her faded age. Both Aishwarya and Kajol were very much attached as if they were two sisters. Like Mukherjee, they had also one son and a daughter. Their son Dipankar was 38 years old and his wife Shruti was 36 years. Shruti was such a beautiful woman and maintained her physique in such a way that she looked like a college-going girl despite having a big daughter. It was needless to mention that Dipankar was a close friend of Debashish, son of Arnab Mukherjee, just like a brother. His wife, Shruti was as close as a sister with Samantha, wife of Debashish. Similar to his friend, Bhaskar Chatterjee had also one daughter, Rashmika, a 34 years old woman who was a professor and Researcher in Anthropology at Kolkata University. Like her dear friend, Tamannaah, Rashmika was also a spinster. Now the last one of the Chatterjee clan was Sreeleela,18 years, the beautiful young and high-spirited girl, full of life. She was the only daughter of Dipankar and Shruti and granddaughter of Bhaskar Chatterjee, and she was studying in the same class of her 1st-year graduation with her best friend Malvika, the granddaughter of Arnab Mukherjee. There was another person in the Chatterjee family, and he was Mihir Ghosh, a youth of 20 years. Bhaskar found Mihir, an 8 years old orphan boy, wandering near the Railway station and begging for food. Aishwarya, his wife pitied the wandering orphan, and they brought him to their household, and now he was the cook of the family. He had another special quality as Bhaskar sent him to an Ayurvedic center to become a masseur. After training a few months there, Mihir became a good masseur who could fix strained muscles through his massage with oil within some minutes.
As mentioned earlier, the two clans were closely attached deeply like one family. The granddaughters, Malvika and Sreeleela would address Arnab and Bhashkar as Grand Paa and would address Kajol and Aishwarya as Grandma. Both the girls would address the Aunties of the families as Tamannaah Aunty and Rashmika Aunty. They would address each other's parents as Uncle and Aunty. Similarly, the two sons and two daughters of the families would address the patriarchs as Arnab Uncle and Bhaskar Uncle and Aunty to their wives. But there was a difference in the case of two daughters-in-law of the families. Both the daughters-in-law, Samantha and Shruti would address the Patriarchs as Papa and would address Kajol and Aishwarya as Mom.
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People would glance towards the two buildings always because of their identical structures and appearances like twins. Both the buildings were situated in the farthest corner of the Park Street area of Kolkata, in a sub-lane of the interior area where there was not much public access nor much traffic.
Both the two-story buildings were built in 7,500 square feet of an area each having 4 nos of bedrooms on the ground floor as well as an upper floor with a big hall on the ground floor for family gatherings. The entrance to the main buildings was well protected by 8 feet strong covered iron gates with identical design blocking the views of the public inside. Once a person would enter the main entrance, he would find his path in the middle strewn with green grass on both sides with gardens surrounded by multi colored various flowers and fountains till reaching the entrance to the house. These two buildings belonged to Mukherjee's and Chatterjee's. Both were close-knit families. The two buildings were only separated by a common boundary wall with a gap in the middle so that both the families could access each other without any difficulties. Both the houses had swimming pools. Thank God, there were no tallest buildings near to these two houses, although there were some but 200 meters away from these two houses from where nobody could peep through a binocular to the swimming pools which were well protected through the dense foliage of pine trees which surrounded the pools. Both the houses were situated in a healthy background except the backside. The backside of their houses was well protected by boundary wall and the adjunct place in their backside was a vacant land, a Government property full of grass, shrubs, and bushes where wild plants up to 4/5 feet height were growing. The nearby dirty water was flowing there and getting stagnated. To prevent flies and mosquitoes, both the households would engage manual labour to clear the dirt once a month.
The patriarch of the Mukherjee clan was Arnab Mukherjee,60 years old, an Industrialist, a tall figured person with partial grey hairs with a masculine physique. His wife was Kajol aged 56 years, still looked beautiful like an old cine actress and anyone could assume her to be in her forties with no shrinkage in her skin. They had two off springs. Their son Debashish was 38 years old, a handsome guy with a boyish look of medium height, unlike his father. His wife Samantha was a 36 years woman with a splendid Bengali beauty with glowing skin always radiating, and with a cylindrical face with a sharp nose and no one would believe that she was the mother of a big girl. Tamannaah was 34 years old, sibling of Debashish and daughter of Arnab Mukherjee. She was slim and beautiful as a model but unfortunately, she was a spinster and at present, she was a scientist and researcher at the National Institute of Rice Research. The last of the Mukherjee clan was the bubbly daughter of Debashish, the granddaughter of Arnab Mukherjee, Malvika, an 18 years bright young girl, just admitted into the first year of her graduation in St. Stephen college, the most reputed college of Kolkata. Apart from this, there was another family member in the Mukherjee family, was Bipin Das, a youth of 22 years. Arnab brought this youth from his native village from a poor family when Bipin was only 10 years old. Bipin grew up in the family like a family member, Arnab made him a trained driver, and he was now the domestic help as well as the driver of the family.
Sometimes, God would create wonders either intentionally or it would be co-incidentally. Not only the buildings of the two families were identical in structure, but the family structure of the two families resembled a hundred percent with each other in a striking manner.
The patriarch of the Chatterjee clan was Bhashkar Chatterjee,60 years old and he was also an Industrialist, a bosom friend of Arnab. Unlike his friend, Bhashkar was of medium height and muscular but his head was totally ice white. His wife Aishwarya was also 56 years old like Kajol, wife of Arnab, a surpassing beauty in her faded age. Both Aishwarya and Kajol were very much attached as if they were two sisters. Like Mukherjee, they had also one son and a daughter. Their son Dipankar was 38 years old and his wife Shruti was 36 years. Shruti was such a beautiful woman and maintained her physique in such a way that she looked like a college-going girl despite having a big daughter. It was needless to mention that Dipankar was a close friend of Debashish, son of Arnab Mukherjee, just like a brother. His wife, Shruti was as close as a sister with Samantha, wife of Debashish. Similar to his friend, Bhaskar Chatterjee had also one daughter, Rashmika, a 34 years old woman who was a professor and Researcher in Anthropology at Kolkata University. Like her dear friend, Tamannaah, Rashmika was also a spinster. Now the last one of the Chatterjee clan was Sreeleela,18 years, the beautiful young and high-spirited girl, full of life. She was the only daughter of Dipankar and Shruti and granddaughter of Bhaskar Chatterjee, and she was studying in the same class of her 1st-year graduation with her best friend Malvika, the granddaughter of Arnab Mukherjee. There was another person in the Chatterjee family, and he was Mihir Ghosh, a youth of 20 years. Bhaskar found Mihir, an 8 years old orphan boy, wandering near the Railway station and begging for food. Aishwarya, his wife pitied the wandering orphan, and they brought him to their household, and now he was the cook of the family. He had another special quality as Bhaskar sent him to an Ayurvedic center to become a masseur. After training a few months there, Mihir became a good masseur who could fix strained muscles through his massage with oil within some minutes.
As mentioned earlier, the two clans were closely attached deeply like one family. The granddaughters, Malvika and Sreeleela would address Arnab and Bhashkar as Grand Paa and would address Kajol and Aishwarya as Grandma. Both the girls would address the Aunties of the families as Tamannaah Aunty and Rashmika Aunty. They would address each other's parents as Uncle and Aunty. Similarly, the two sons and two daughters of the families would address the patriarchs as Arnab Uncle and Bhaskar Uncle and Aunty to their wives. But there was a difference in the case of two daughters-in-law of the families. Both the daughters-in-law, Samantha and Shruti would address the Patriarchs as Papa and would address Kajol and Aishwarya as Mom.
Following actress
1. Aishwarya Rai
2. Kajol
wife one
1. Samantha
wife two
1. Shruti Hassan
daughter one
1.Tamannaah
daughter two
1. Rashmika
grand daughter one
1. Malvika Sharma
grand daughter two
1. Sreeleela
Nice intro and start 😍The story goes back to the early year of 2000 when the usage of mobile and computer was just stepping in India for official purposes and not frequent by the public.
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People would glance towards the two buildings always because of their identical structures and appearances like twins. Both the buildings were situated in the farthest corner of the Park Street area of Kolkata, in a sub-lane of the interior area where there was not much public access nor much traffic.
Both the two-story buildings were built in 7,500 square feet of an area each having 4 nos of bedrooms on the ground floor as well as an upper floor with a big hall on the ground floor for family gatherings. The entrance to the main buildings was well protected by 8 feet strong covered iron gates with identical design blocking the views of the public inside. Once a person would enter the main entrance, he would find his path in the middle strewn with green grass on both sides with gardens surrounded by multi colored various flowers and fountains till reaching the entrance to the house. These two buildings belonged to Mukherjee's and Chatterjee's. Both were close-knit families. The two buildings were only separated by a common boundary wall with a gap in the middle so that both the families could access each other without any difficulties. Both the houses had swimming pools. Thank God, there were no tallest buildings near to these two houses, although there were some but 200 meters away from these two houses from where nobody could peep through a binocular to the swimming pools which were well protected through the dense foliage of pine trees which surrounded the pools. Both the houses were situated in a healthy background except the backside. The backside of their houses was well protected by boundary wall and the adjunct place in their backside was a vacant land, a Government property full of grass, shrubs, and bushes where wild plants up to 4/5 feet height were growing. The nearby dirty water was flowing there and getting stagnated. To prevent flies and mosquitoes, both the households would engage manual labour to clear the dirt once a month.
The patriarch of the Mukherjee clan was Arnab Mukherjee,60 years old, an Industrialist, a tall figured person with partial grey hairs with a masculine physique. His wife was Kajol aged 56 years, still looked beautiful like an old cine actress and anyone could assume her to be in her forties with no shrinkage in her skin. They had two off springs. Their son Debashish was 38 years old, a handsome guy with a boyish look of medium height, unlike his father. His wife Samantha was a 36 years woman with a splendid Bengali beauty with glowing skin always radiating, and with a cylindrical face with a sharp nose and no one would believe that she was the mother of a big girl. Tamannaah was 34 years old, sibling of Debashish and daughter of Arnab Mukherjee. She was slim and beautiful as a model but unfortunately, she was a spinster and at present, she was a scientist and researcher at the National Institute of Rice Research. The last of the Mukherjee clan was the bubbly daughter of Debashish, the granddaughter of Arnab Mukherjee, Malvika, an 18 years bright young girl, just admitted into the first year of her graduation in St. Stephen college, the most reputed college of Kolkata. Apart from this, there was another family member in the Mukherjee family, was Bipin Das, a youth of 22 years. Arnab brought this youth from his native village from a poor family when Bipin was only 10 years old. Bipin grew up in the family like a family member, Arnab made him a trained driver, and he was now the domestic help as well as the driver of the family.
Sometimes, God would create wonders either intentionally or it would be co-incidentally. Not only the buildings of the two families were identical in structure, but the family structure of the two families resembled a hundred percent with each other in a striking manner.
The patriarch of the Chatterjee clan was Bhashkar Chatterjee,60 years old and he was also an Industrialist, a bosom friend of Arnab. Unlike his friend, Bhashkar was of medium height and muscular but his head was totally ice white. His wife Aishwarya was also 56 years old like Kajol, wife of Arnab, a surpassing beauty in her faded age. Both Aishwarya and Kajol were very much attached as if they were two sisters. Like Mukherjee, they had also one son and a daughter. Their son Dipankar was 38 years old and his wife Shruti was 36 years. Shruti was such a beautiful woman and maintained her physique in such a way that she looked like a college-going girl despite having a big daughter. It was needless to mention that Dipankar was a close friend of Debashish, son of Arnab Mukherjee, just like a brother. His wife, Shruti was as close as a sister with Samantha, wife of Debashish. Similar to his friend, Bhaskar Chatterjee had also one daughter, Rashmika, a 34 years old woman who was a professor and Researcher in Anthropology at Kolkata University. Like her dear friend, Tamannaah, Rashmika was also a spinster. Now the last one of the Chatterjee clan was Sreeleela,18 years, the beautiful young and high-spirited girl, full of life. She was the only daughter of Dipankar and Shruti and granddaughter of Bhaskar Chatterjee, and she was studying in the same class of her 1st-year graduation with her best friend Malvika, the granddaughter of Arnab Mukherjee. There was another person in the Chatterjee family, and he was Mihir Ghosh, a youth of 20 years. Bhaskar found Mihir, an 8 years old orphan boy, wandering near the Railway station and begging for food. Aishwarya, his wife pitied the wandering orphan, and they brought him to their household, and now he was the cook of the family. He had another special quality as Bhaskar sent him to an Ayurvedic center to become a masseur. After training a few months there, Mihir became a good masseur who could fix strained muscles through his massage with oil within some minutes.
As mentioned earlier, the two clans were closely attached deeply like one family. The granddaughters, Malvika and Sreeleela would address Arnab and Bhashkar as Grand Paa and would address Kajol and Aishwarya as Grandma. Both the girls would address the Aunties of the families as Tamannaah Aunty and Rashmika Aunty. They would address each other's parents as Uncle and Aunty. Similarly, the two sons and two daughters of the families would address the patriarchs as Arnab Uncle and Bhaskar Uncle and Aunty to their wives. But there was a difference in the case of two daughters-in-law of the families. Both the daughters-in-law, Samantha and Shruti would address the Patriarchs as Papa and would address Kajol and Aishwarya as Mom.
Both the families would host family gatherings once a month preferably on Sunday alternatively in their residence. It would be always fun, sharing love and affection between two families. The family gathering would start with breakfast, it would continue with lunch till evening.
Both the girls would leave for college and return from college together by their family cars as per the availability otherwise both the girls would go by Metro trains which were convenient for them. On the previous day, Sreeleela's papa had gone outside early with the car, and similarly, Malvika's grandfather had also gone somewhere on urgent work with the car, ultimately the two girls had to go to college by metro train. Most often, it would happen and the family would always insist to hire a taxi but the girls would prefer to go by metro like an ordinary public.
It was Sunday morning. Shruti entered into the bedroom of Sreeleela. She glanced towards her daughter Sreeleela; the kid was still sleeping gracefully. It was already 8.00 AM and the sun was rising above the sky gradually. Shruti smiled and pulled the screen of the window aside, and as a result, the daylight fell directly on her face.
"Why are you doing it to me mom? I want to sleep for one more hour," she said without opening her eyes.
"Are you forgetting that today we have a family gathering at your friend Malvika? We have to take breakfast as well as lunch there. Already, we are getting late. Hurry up! My little kid" cautioned Shruti.
Slowly, Sreeleela opened her eyelids and accustomed herself to the daylight. She rubbed her eyes and blinked. She woke up and sat on the bed, and yawned. When she saw her mother leaving, she hurried to the bathroom.
In the household of Mukherjee, Malvika was getting ready with her jeans and t-shirt, then she
heard her mother's loud voice from the ground floor.
"Malvika, why don't you come downstairs quickly? It is the time for arriving of our guest," Samantha was calling her daughter in a loud voice.
Immediately, she hurried downstairs and moved towards the hall. Malvika found her Grandfather, Grandmother, papa, and mom attired elaborately. She joined with them. Today, they were the host. She could find 15 to 20 nos of cushion chairs were spreading in the hall. She could find a big buffet table in corner of the hall. Steams were coming out from the steel containers of utensils with delicious flavor where various items of breakfast were kept with cutlery neatly displayed on the buffet table. Bipin was standing beside Mihir to serve the breakfast to all. Mihir from the Chatterjee household had gone there to help Bipin, it was a joint effort and proved that how closely the helping hands of two households were.
It was 8.30 AM, all the members of the Chatterjee clan, Bhaskar Chatterjee and his wife Aishwarya, their son Dipankar and daughter-in-law Shruti, their daughter Rashmika and granddaughter Sreeleela walked towards the gap in the middle of the boundary so that they could enter the household of Mukherjee.
On reaching another side, the Chatterjee clan found the Mukherjee clan waiting eagerly for them in the hall. All the members of the Mukherjee clan were standing in a line. As they walked towards the back of the house, towards the hall, they were greeted by the Mukherjee family. It was traditional and polite that each member of the family would greet every person individually.
Sreeleela could see her grandfather Bhaskar Chatterjee hugged Arnab Mukherjee, grandfather of Malvika, she saw her parents and Rashmika Aunty touched the feet of Arnab grandfather and Kajol grand maa. Her parents, Malvika's parents, Rashmika Aunty and Tamannaah Aunty, all hugged and greeted one another.
Sreeleela glanced towards Arnab Mukherjee, patriarch of the Mukherjee clan. She admired Arnab grand paa who even at the age of sixty was strong and stout like her own grand paa Bhaskar Chatterjee. Grandpa Arnab was tall with a dominating personality wearing white pajamas and kurta.
Then she noticed Grand maa Kajol standing beside Grand paa Arnab. Although Grand maa Kajol was 56 years old, she looked younger as if in her forties and appeared to be the twin sister of her own grand maa, Aishwarya. She was a tall, slightly dark woman with oily smooth, clear, unblemished, and radiant glowing skin. She had a beautiful oval face, high cheekbones, natural arch-shaped curvaceous well-defined eyebrows, large expressive eyes with thick black long natural eyelashes with full wide juicy wide thick pouting lips, long smooth neck and sexy round shoulders, thin long smooth arms, artistic long fingers. She had a pleasant smiling face, perfectly shaped ears, and Her lissomly curvaceous body firm yet full at the bosom, and wide hips and long legs were erotic. She also had another very unique feature, her belly button was very prominent by the way the flesh in her stomach curves and carved lusciously in a vortex to make way for the jewel, deep hole, and wide rim. Grand maa Kajol's breasts were large, globular, firm, conical, and outstanding. Her arms were long, large yet highly toned, her hips and butt were enormous and yet tight and well-controlled. Her thighs and calves were breath-taking from another planet altogether! She had a perfect large pear body with measurements of 38-26-38. Incredible hip size, that was! Also, her bra size must be 38D she thought. She was like a faded Beauty Queen. She was wearing rich pure silk gold Zari border silk saris low hip and backless blouse. She was adorned with elaborate heavy gold and diamond jewelry from head to toe, showing off her beautiful curvaceous hourglass sexy sizzling sensuous body. Sreeleela thought she must be undoubtedly beautiful and sexy sensuous in her prime days. She was a woman exuding feminine grace, the epitome of sensuality, the height of prime sexuality, and the crescent linger of explicit womanhood. She was wearing diamond-studded gold armlets and hands full of gold and matching-colored bangles, gold and diamond ring on her slender long beautiful fingers.
Both the girls would leave for college and return from college together by their family cars as per the availability otherwise both the girls would go by Metro trains which were convenient for them. On the previous day, Sreeleela's papa had gone outside early with the car, and similarly, Malvika's grandfather had also gone somewhere on urgent work with the car, ultimately the two girls had to go to college by metro train. Most often, it would happen and the family would always insist to hire a taxi but the girls would prefer to go by metro like an ordinary public.
It was Sunday morning. Shruti entered into the bedroom of Sreeleela. She glanced towards her daughter Sreeleela; the kid was still sleeping gracefully. It was already 8.00 AM and the sun was rising above the sky gradually. Shruti smiled and pulled the screen of the window aside, and as a result, the daylight fell directly on her face.
"Why are you doing it to me mom? I want to sleep for one more hour," she said without opening her eyes.
"Are you forgetting that today we have a family gathering at your friend Malvika? We have to take breakfast as well as lunch there. Already, we are getting late. Hurry up! My little kid" cautioned Shruti.
Slowly, Sreeleela opened her eyelids and accustomed herself to the daylight. She rubbed her eyes and blinked. She woke up and sat on the bed, and yawned. When she saw her mother leaving, she hurried to the bathroom.
In the household of Mukherjee, Malvika was getting ready with her jeans and t-shirt, then she
heard her mother's loud voice from the ground floor.
"Malvika, why don't you come downstairs quickly? It is the time for arriving of our guest," Samantha was calling her daughter in a loud voice.
Immediately, she hurried downstairs and moved towards the hall. Malvika found her Grandfather, Grandmother, papa, and mom attired elaborately. She joined with them. Today, they were the host. She could find 15 to 20 nos of cushion chairs were spreading in the hall. She could find a big buffet table in corner of the hall. Steams were coming out from the steel containers of utensils with delicious flavor where various items of breakfast were kept with cutlery neatly displayed on the buffet table. Bipin was standing beside Mihir to serve the breakfast to all. Mihir from the Chatterjee household had gone there to help Bipin, it was a joint effort and proved that how closely the helping hands of two households were.
It was 8.30 AM, all the members of the Chatterjee clan, Bhaskar Chatterjee and his wife Aishwarya, their son Dipankar and daughter-in-law Shruti, their daughter Rashmika and granddaughter Sreeleela walked towards the gap in the middle of the boundary so that they could enter the household of Mukherjee.
On reaching another side, the Chatterjee clan found the Mukherjee clan waiting eagerly for them in the hall. All the members of the Mukherjee clan were standing in a line. As they walked towards the back of the house, towards the hall, they were greeted by the Mukherjee family. It was traditional and polite that each member of the family would greet every person individually.
Sreeleela could see her grandfather Bhaskar Chatterjee hugged Arnab Mukherjee, grandfather of Malvika, she saw her parents and Rashmika Aunty touched the feet of Arnab grandfather and Kajol grand maa. Her parents, Malvika's parents, Rashmika Aunty and Tamannaah Aunty, all hugged and greeted one another.
Sreeleela glanced towards Arnab Mukherjee, patriarch of the Mukherjee clan. She admired Arnab grand paa who even at the age of sixty was strong and stout like her own grand paa Bhaskar Chatterjee. Grandpa Arnab was tall with a dominating personality wearing white pajamas and kurta.
Then she noticed Grand maa Kajol standing beside Grand paa Arnab. Although Grand maa Kajol was 56 years old, she looked younger as if in her forties and appeared to be the twin sister of her own grand maa, Aishwarya. She was a tall, slightly dark woman with oily smooth, clear, unblemished, and radiant glowing skin. She had a beautiful oval face, high cheekbones, natural arch-shaped curvaceous well-defined eyebrows, large expressive eyes with thick black long natural eyelashes with full wide juicy wide thick pouting lips, long smooth neck and sexy round shoulders, thin long smooth arms, artistic long fingers. She had a pleasant smiling face, perfectly shaped ears, and Her lissomly curvaceous body firm yet full at the bosom, and wide hips and long legs were erotic. She also had another very unique feature, her belly button was very prominent by the way the flesh in her stomach curves and carved lusciously in a vortex to make way for the jewel, deep hole, and wide rim. Grand maa Kajol's breasts were large, globular, firm, conical, and outstanding. Her arms were long, large yet highly toned, her hips and butt were enormous and yet tight and well-controlled. Her thighs and calves were breath-taking from another planet altogether! She had a perfect large pear body with measurements of 38-26-38. Incredible hip size, that was! Also, her bra size must be 38D she thought. She was like a faded Beauty Queen. She was wearing rich pure silk gold Zari border silk saris low hip and backless blouse. She was adorned with elaborate heavy gold and diamond jewelry from head to toe, showing off her beautiful curvaceous hourglass sexy sizzling sensuous body. Sreeleela thought she must be undoubtedly beautiful and sexy sensuous in her prime days. She was a woman exuding feminine grace, the epitome of sensuality, the height of prime sexuality, and the crescent linger of explicit womanhood. She was wearing diamond-studded gold armlets and hands full of gold and matching-colored bangles, gold and diamond ring on her slender long beautiful fingers.
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Then she saw Malvika's parents standing by the side. Debashish uncle was looking very handsome with his flamboyant appearance. He looked like a film star with his grey pant and ivory-colored shirt.
She looked at Samantha Aunty. Sreeleela wondered why her Samantha Aunty had not been changed even a little whom she had been observing from her infant stage till now. She was of the same age as her mom,36 years, but looked like a college girl, like any other friend of hers in college. Aunty had an angelic, elegant, and alluring personality with a shapely figure. She appeared to be very much appealing, beauteous, bewitching, captivating, and charming. Sreeleela appreciated her gorgeous and amazing figure, she was very fair in complexion and had a height of around 5'5″. She wore a nosepiece & earrings which were like the cherry on the cake. They add another dimension to her beauty. With those long slender arms, her navel naked for the world to view, her sari draped so holistically, that the carves of her body became prominent by the red and black sari which complemented her lucid cream-based color. The glistening skin and the color of cream, almost that of milk chocolate, infused with a hint of cocoa were strikingly balancing the redness of her sari, Samantha Aunty had dark, deep eyes stand for depth in character. She looked like typical Bengali beauty with really gorgeous eyes, a sari wrapped without pleats with the anchal (the endpiece of the saree, also called a pallu) in front of the body, and the very end was thrown over the shoulder. On top she had heavy, mountainous, big bouncing, conical and firm, full breasts were swinging provocatively with firm large erect nipples extending out of lean frame. She had a thin taut lean midriff. Her stomach was flat and her curves were well defined and taut. She had a pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes. Her eyelashes were velvety. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. She had a dainty nose A set of dazzling; angel-white teeth gleamed as she blew gently on her carmine-red fingernails. It was a pleasure to see her flowing, moon shadow-black hair mixed occasionally with coils of leaf-brown hair. She had a sculpted figure which was twine-thin. Her waist was tapered and she had a burnished complexion. Her enticing, constellation-black eyes gazed at them over her puffy, heart-shaped lips. She had a bouncy personality and a sugary voice, which she adored.
No one could say that Tamannaah Aunty was a serious Researcher and Scientist rather she was looking like a college student like her although she was 34 years old. She had a thin, slim, and slender body with a genteel personality. How could someone defy her beauty? She was her mom's age but looked so stunningly magnificent. Those broad and expressive eyes were haunting. Her hair was a rich shade of dark brown color, flowing in waves to adorn her glowing porcelain-like skin. Her eyes framed by long lashes were dazzling and seemed to brighten the whole world. The effect of her beauty was so intense that, if she would ever smile, the world would sigh with contentment. If she ever laughed the world would laugh with her and if she ever wept, the whole world would want to comfort her. She was a spinster, and Sreeleela wondered how many lovers must have died in her beauty.
Her soft pink-colored lips were pursed in what appeared to be mid-kiss. The slight hints of moisture on her lips were making them glisten in the light, causing them to look as though they were a reflection on the waters of a pond and not a part of her at all. They appear to cast a spell on me causing me to slight all else She had feminine looks attenuated by flaunting of perfect curvaceous body and expressive eyes & luscious lips. She had authentic femininity portraying externally. Her femininity was expressed in the form of effective communication and lifestyle. She was alluring, had something far better, a radiant loveliness, captivating femininity that reminded her of the love goddess. Sreeleela was awed and inspired by what she saw. She watched the moments of her beautiful loose big hair bun, her curvaceous hourglass shaped body draped in a flowing thin transparent chiffon plain sari with plain border, pleats tucked neatly much below the deep navel, taut belly, and the narrow waist widened as it went down to wide huge bouncing hips. The sari pallu opened along her shoulder as well as arm highlighting her top-heavy breasts and hourglass figure. The shape and contours of her top-heavy big extra-large huge firm swinging bouncing breasts, proportionately long nipples were visible through her thin matching color blouse and bra. Her breasts looked from the side view like mountains with firm erect large nipples.
Then she glanced towards her best friend Malvika who was like her twin sister, a bubbly personality. She was not at all jealous of her ravishing beauty with large, kohl-lined eyes on her radiant face. Her hair was midnight-black and it flowed over her shoulders. She had strawberry sweet lips She was the most beautiful girl she ever met in her life in person (Till date). Malvika was neither too tall nor too short, probably 5' 2" and had fair skin. (A bit fairer than others of her family). Sreeleela loved her nebulous, emerald green eyes which were a-sparkle with the 'joie de vivre'. They were like two beryl- jewels melted onto the snow. She had wide eyeballs with longer eyelashes. Her eyebrows were slim and curvy which matched her beautiful shiny forehead. Her nose was long and slim and very cute, which went along in between those big eyeballs. Her hair was dark and pretty natural, no stupid experiments like straightening or curls or highlights. (It was the same to date) She had a very small chin dimple which would disappear when she smiled. But she had very big dimple holes on her cheek which looked damn cute. Her lips were thick and puffy and had the natural color of a rose. They seemed to call out to her, beckoning her to lean in, pressing her lips against hers.
Sreeleela acknowledged she was very mature for her dressing sense. She never wore anything slutty in class or even any parties they had been together. Sreeleela could already see her in jeans and a t-shirt. Her cream shirt had a tailored look that was bold against her white skin and her wide buttocks with fleshy thighs were prominent in her tight blue jeans. Her bottoms and legs were a bit chubby than her upper body structure, which was making her even more tempting. Her ass was big and her legs and thighs were a bit broad (This could have been noticed by anyone because she always wore skin-tight jeans) She has seen this kind of body shapes in Victoria's Secret models but whatever she wore, it looked pretty clear that she had a bit large breasts than her body structure. They were not even round, they looked sharped from outside. But her shape was unique. All the boys in their class would eventually look at her breasts but also admire her sober look. Sreeleela remembered she would always praise her for her dressing sense. There was a shyness to her, hesitation in her body movements, and a softness in her voice. But in her understated glamour, she might as well be on the television or a girl in a pop video. She had a flat stomach though and a very fascinating belly button (As Sreeleela had seen her also in saree so she knew it).
She looked at Samantha Aunty. Sreeleela wondered why her Samantha Aunty had not been changed even a little whom she had been observing from her infant stage till now. She was of the same age as her mom,36 years, but looked like a college girl, like any other friend of hers in college. Aunty had an angelic, elegant, and alluring personality with a shapely figure. She appeared to be very much appealing, beauteous, bewitching, captivating, and charming. Sreeleela appreciated her gorgeous and amazing figure, she was very fair in complexion and had a height of around 5'5″. She wore a nosepiece & earrings which were like the cherry on the cake. They add another dimension to her beauty. With those long slender arms, her navel naked for the world to view, her sari draped so holistically, that the carves of her body became prominent by the red and black sari which complemented her lucid cream-based color. The glistening skin and the color of cream, almost that of milk chocolate, infused with a hint of cocoa were strikingly balancing the redness of her sari, Samantha Aunty had dark, deep eyes stand for depth in character. She looked like typical Bengali beauty with really gorgeous eyes, a sari wrapped without pleats with the anchal (the endpiece of the saree, also called a pallu) in front of the body, and the very end was thrown over the shoulder. On top she had heavy, mountainous, big bouncing, conical and firm, full breasts were swinging provocatively with firm large erect nipples extending out of lean frame. She had a thin taut lean midriff. Her stomach was flat and her curves were well defined and taut. She had a pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes. Her eyelashes were velvety. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. She had a dainty nose A set of dazzling; angel-white teeth gleamed as she blew gently on her carmine-red fingernails. It was a pleasure to see her flowing, moon shadow-black hair mixed occasionally with coils of leaf-brown hair. She had a sculpted figure which was twine-thin. Her waist was tapered and she had a burnished complexion. Her enticing, constellation-black eyes gazed at them over her puffy, heart-shaped lips. She had a bouncy personality and a sugary voice, which she adored.
No one could say that Tamannaah Aunty was a serious Researcher and Scientist rather she was looking like a college student like her although she was 34 years old. She had a thin, slim, and slender body with a genteel personality. How could someone defy her beauty? She was her mom's age but looked so stunningly magnificent. Those broad and expressive eyes were haunting. Her hair was a rich shade of dark brown color, flowing in waves to adorn her glowing porcelain-like skin. Her eyes framed by long lashes were dazzling and seemed to brighten the whole world. The effect of her beauty was so intense that, if she would ever smile, the world would sigh with contentment. If she ever laughed the world would laugh with her and if she ever wept, the whole world would want to comfort her. She was a spinster, and Sreeleela wondered how many lovers must have died in her beauty.
Her soft pink-colored lips were pursed in what appeared to be mid-kiss. The slight hints of moisture on her lips were making them glisten in the light, causing them to look as though they were a reflection on the waters of a pond and not a part of her at all. They appear to cast a spell on me causing me to slight all else She had feminine looks attenuated by flaunting of perfect curvaceous body and expressive eyes & luscious lips. She had authentic femininity portraying externally. Her femininity was expressed in the form of effective communication and lifestyle. She was alluring, had something far better, a radiant loveliness, captivating femininity that reminded her of the love goddess. Sreeleela was awed and inspired by what she saw. She watched the moments of her beautiful loose big hair bun, her curvaceous hourglass shaped body draped in a flowing thin transparent chiffon plain sari with plain border, pleats tucked neatly much below the deep navel, taut belly, and the narrow waist widened as it went down to wide huge bouncing hips. The sari pallu opened along her shoulder as well as arm highlighting her top-heavy breasts and hourglass figure. The shape and contours of her top-heavy big extra-large huge firm swinging bouncing breasts, proportionately long nipples were visible through her thin matching color blouse and bra. Her breasts looked from the side view like mountains with firm erect large nipples.
Then she glanced towards her best friend Malvika who was like her twin sister, a bubbly personality. She was not at all jealous of her ravishing beauty with large, kohl-lined eyes on her radiant face. Her hair was midnight-black and it flowed over her shoulders. She had strawberry sweet lips She was the most beautiful girl she ever met in her life in person (Till date). Malvika was neither too tall nor too short, probably 5' 2" and had fair skin. (A bit fairer than others of her family). Sreeleela loved her nebulous, emerald green eyes which were a-sparkle with the 'joie de vivre'. They were like two beryl- jewels melted onto the snow. She had wide eyeballs with longer eyelashes. Her eyebrows were slim and curvy which matched her beautiful shiny forehead. Her nose was long and slim and very cute, which went along in between those big eyeballs. Her hair was dark and pretty natural, no stupid experiments like straightening or curls or highlights. (It was the same to date) She had a very small chin dimple which would disappear when she smiled. But she had very big dimple holes on her cheek which looked damn cute. Her lips were thick and puffy and had the natural color of a rose. They seemed to call out to her, beckoning her to lean in, pressing her lips against hers.
Sreeleela acknowledged she was very mature for her dressing sense. She never wore anything slutty in class or even any parties they had been together. Sreeleela could already see her in jeans and a t-shirt. Her cream shirt had a tailored look that was bold against her white skin and her wide buttocks with fleshy thighs were prominent in her tight blue jeans. Her bottoms and legs were a bit chubby than her upper body structure, which was making her even more tempting. Her ass was big and her legs and thighs were a bit broad (This could have been noticed by anyone because she always wore skin-tight jeans) She has seen this kind of body shapes in Victoria's Secret models but whatever she wore, it looked pretty clear that she had a bit large breasts than her body structure. They were not even round, they looked sharped from outside. But her shape was unique. All the boys in their class would eventually look at her breasts but also admire her sober look. Sreeleela remembered she would always praise her for her dressing sense. There was a shyness to her, hesitation in her body movements, and a softness in her voice. But in her understated glamour, she might as well be on the television or a girl in a pop video. She had a flat stomach though and a very fascinating belly button (As Sreeleela had seen her also in saree so she knew it).
Part 2
Sreeleela moved towards them and touched their feet as all were elders who in turn blessed her by touching their hands on her head and planted warm affectionate kisses on both sides of her cheek. Lastly, she reached near her best friend Malvika, she hugged her tightly, and planted affectionate kisses on both sides of her cheek.
For a moment, Malvika stared constantly at her best friend Sreeleela who was looking cheerful with her stunning beauty. Her beauty was tantalizing, teasing, and tempting. Sreeleela had kohl-black hair and it plunged over her shoulders. She had nectar sweet lips. Malvika loved her curves of softness, she was the most astonishing girl she ever met... easy to talk to and fun to be around. Her eyes scanned the room with determination in search of Malvika when she entered the hall and when her eyes met her, she smiled. So beautiful it was like the stars themselves. She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. Her porcelain skin was completely flawless. Sreeleela was all about simplicity, making things easy. Perhaps that was why her skin glowed so, it was her inner beauty that lit her eyes and softened her features. When she smiled and laughed one couldn't help but smile along too. She had that movie star look of overly tall and willowy. She wasn't just flawless in her bone structure; her skin was like silk over a glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty. Her tall frame and slender body were like a Victoria secret model. Her blue eyes, like the sea, were calm and emotionless. She had long, wavy black jet hair, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was tailored from ancient fabric
Alluringly, she would blink her eyes from time to time, allowing her eyelashes to flutter like the wings of a butterfly. My god, her eyes were simply spellbinding. Her seraph's ears were pierced by golden hoops that were concealed by black waves of hair, enhanced by highlights of pink and blue linen skirt ending high on her white bare thighs. She was wearing a skirt from where her two smooth, fleshy and glazing white legs were protruding out. She had tight tops and the outline of her 32B breasts could be well noticed which were bouncing with her steps. She watched her friend's skirt revealing the camber of her thighs. The backs of her thighs were bulging, her hamstrings were taut, her thighs were big and meaty in proportion to the rest of her body with larger ankles and calves. Her 32B boobs battled for attention, bouncing from her white tops. Her round sized prominent breasts were guessed from the cups of her bra as her cups and straps of the bra were prominent through the white transparent tops she wore. She had a deep cleavage where a red-colored heart pendant was hanging.
Her Amazonian figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable, ochrous hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black eyelashes. When she broke into a smile, looking at her, her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the room. Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails ran through her black jet hair. Spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan's neck, elegant and smooth. Her calamine-pink lips appeared like rose petals, they were plump. She had a demure, timorous personality. Her oxbow lips positively drooled with goodness. Oh! Those sugar candy-sweet lips, her elegant personality, all mesmerized her. Sreeleela would always whisper to her in a dulcet voice as sweet as any songbird.
After receiving warm kisses from Sreeleela, Malvika moved towards elders of the Chatterjee clan to seek their blessings. She looked towards Grandpa Bhaskar who was the best friend of her grand paa. Like her own grandpa, Grand paa Bhaskar was also very strong and masculine at the age of sixty. He was wearing a cream-colored pajama and kurta.
Then she looked at Grand maa Aishwarya who was standing beside him. Malvika wondered how there were striking similarities between her own grand maa and Sreeleela's grand maa. Aishwarya Grand maa was also 56 years old like her own grand maa. She had a joyous personality. Like her own grand maa, Aishwarya Grand maa also looked very young as if she was in her forties. She had clearly well defined, angelic, attractive, beautiful, and perfectly symmetrical facial features. Her large, voluminous firm, pendulous, mountainous, and conical breasts hung from the lean chest and big nipples extended out of her slender lean frame made her brazenly top-heavy. Her narrow thin taut waist curvaceously spread onto wide bottom and big hemispherical protruding inverted pots-like round hips. Her long, naturally oily, soft, silky, jet-black, lustrous, and shining thick hair reached her thunderous smooth banana trunk-like thighs. At this age, Aishwarya grand maa was extremely curvy because her body had an incredible definition, with everything being tight, toned, and feminine, with low body fat, narrow waist, and wide hips. She looked very much younger than her actual age. She had a sweet, melodious, soft husky, and sexy voice. She was every inch a woman, glowing, exuding, and flaunting utmost feminine sexuality. It appeared that she was at her peak age sexually and matured beautifully like a ripe fruit. She was at the epitome of sexual prime. She was wearing a pure silk blue and gold color sari with a broad heavy gold zari border. She was wearing a glittering diamond nose stud, gorgeous gold chain. Her beautiful neck was adorned with a diamond pendant on a thick wide gold necklace chain beyond her breasts. Malvika looked towards Sreeleela's parents. Dipankar uncle had a physique of college youth, a muscular personality, tall, fair and handsome like a Hollywood action star.
Malvika glanced towards Shruti Aunty. Ohh...God! she was so dazzling, fascinating, and enticing in her beauty that she could be the only competitor of her mom but both of them were the best friends without any jealousness. Shruti Aunty was exquisitely fair, delicate and she had a delightful, divine, and elegant personality. It was not exaggerating but she was sure that if ever Shruti Aunty would visit her college, definitely boys of her class would propose to her as she looked like a young girl. She had long silky hairs falling on her slender waist, whistling down from her bust, as smoothly as the water from a waterfall, the bends of her hips, so voluptuous that Malvika felt that as if it had been carved out by the creator who sculpted out of care and feels just like a potter would sculpt a vessel from raw clay. The bends of her hips and the fullness of her bosom were reminiscent of the idea of perfection. She had a rich vermillion streak on the forehead, her beauty for Malvika lay in the mysterious expressiveness of her big beautiful attractive, large, and eloquent eyes shaped like bamboo leaves, with a slight upward slant, and a chin showing every intention of doubling. She had slender eyebrows. Her crescent-shaped eyebrows inclined slightly as she saw Malvika staring at her. Malvika yelped at being caught. Her languid eyelashes of velvet-black blinked once slowly. She had glossy skin. She had shiny, halo-white teeth. Her hair was ebony-black. She had a comely figure which was stem-thin. Her curvilinear waist didn't surprise Malvika as much as the saffron tint to her complexion Malvika noticed her scrolled ears and her elegant nose. She nuzzled her with her nose and she couldn't believe it. Her luminous, heavenly-white teeth flashed as she smiled at her. Shruti Aunty's huge voluminous bouncing breasts were hanging heavily from her chest moving as she lifted both her hands to remove hairpins from her hair bun. She raised her hands, inserted fingers into a hair bun, removed hairpins, lifted and flaunted her hair to loosen further. Her long thick luxurious, lustrous wavy, smooth silky soft shining hair cascaded down reaching her mid-thighs.
Rashmika Aunty was 34 years old, slim, slender, and had an elegant personality. She looked so young that how could anyone believe that she was a professor of Anthropology. Malvika knew that she was also a spinster like her own Tamannaah Aunty and both were bosom friends. Malvika was sure that the boys in her class might be only staring at her rather than listening to her lectures. Rashmika Aunty was graced with a look that could be of royalty. To Malvika, she was kind of a walking poem; she had this kind of beauty. She was a miracle to her that never ceased to be miraculous, full of pulchritude and forever beautiful; loving and caring and truly fabulous. Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eyes, an angelic beauty in the mole of her chin and every gesture; dignity and love. Her smile beamed like a ray of sunshine which filled her heart with love. Her enchanting beauty drifted a fountain of love into her soul; pouring unto her from heaven's brink when she saw her bright twinkling warm eyes full of beauty staring back at her with full of affection. Her beauty brought such delight with the heart, so warm and smiles so bright! which danced its way into her heart whirling on the tips of Angel's wings, scattering gold dust and kisses in her paths. Her allurement and beauty would often haunt her memory, it was a visual feast to her watching fluid moments of her prominent, firm breasts bouncing in her chest. She stared at curvaceous, lean, taut, hourglass body and the fluid movements of her beautiful hands while she was tossing her hair. She arranged her hair with deft hands covering her ears and left loose till they fell on the backside of her very low-cut blouse and she skilfully arranged by making loops with hands into a neat loose big beautiful bun without hairpins resting on her back.
Malvika moved towards them, touched the feet of all elders, and received blessings on her head with warm kisses on her cheek. She returned to Sreeleela and cuddled her, led her near to the buffet table for breakfast as all the family members of two families had already started making breakfast.
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After breakfast was over, the usual shouts and laughter were everywhere in the hall. There were murmurs in the hall. The moms of Malvika and Sreeleela were engaged in some serious talks. Their fathers Debashish and Dipankar were sitting together in a corner chatting something and cracking jokes with loud laughter. Both the aunties Rashmika and Tamannaah were discussing something in academic interest in a corner. There was a TV on the side of the hall, and both the grandfathers were watching some sports or movies enjoying themselves with comments.
Malvika ushered her into the one side of the hall away from the elders and sat on the cushion chairs so that they could have their privacy and girlish talks.
Sreeleela said, "Do you observe, how closely our family members are?"
Malvika replied, "Ours is not two separate families rather it is a close-knitted one family."
"But, one surprising thing is that our grandmothers have worn more jewelry and looking more dazzling than our moms," said Sreeleela.
"You know, usually women at their prime age when growing old become more fascinated with jewelry and try to appear as younger," replied Malvika.
Both the girls laughed.
"Yesterday, I have had my first embarrassing experience of life when we both boarded the metro train while returning from college," said Sreeleela.
"Why? What happened? Please tell me in details," asked Malvika.
"If you remember, yesterday the metro was unusually crowded in the evening and there was no space to move. When the train arrived, the heavy crowd pushed and jostled one another to get in the car and, we both were separated. I saw you entered the end gate of the car and I entered the 1st gate with much difficulty. After entering the car, I was pushed towards the middle of the car. The place where I was standing was dark as the lamp above had dim light. Every person's body, bag, and belongings were in contact with every other person.
After crossing a couple of stations into the journey, I felt something on my butt, something that was constantly touching and pinching me. It was sharp and rigorous. Given how crowded the metro was I assumed it was somebody's bag's buckle or zip as I felt it was sharp. I ignored it because there wasn't any space to even turn around leave alone asking people to move their bags. I had to stand squeezed in the crowd. I noticed that the touch was still present on my butt. This was weird. I decided to turn around and see for myself what's cooking. I saw a middle-aged man, somebody whom I would call 'Uncle' if I have to address him, standing very close to me, actually right behind me with his hand near his pants. What I saw next horrified me so much that I would never talk about it with anyone except you. and this was the first-time experience of mine in public. The man had his penis out which I assumed but I couldn't see it properly due to darkness only felt it as he was rubbing it against my butt. He had been doing this for the past 10-15 minutes and didn't even stop when I moved a bit from my original place to another side, he kept sticking it against me and moved along. I felt that hard object again digging into my backside. I tried to look down, afraid of what I was going to see. I could see his hand moving around in his pants. I stuck my elbow out and into his abdomen to keep him farther away from me. He just pushed harder. He didn't fear that others might see it. His lust was so strong that it overcame all other inhibitions that he might have had before committing the act. All of this happened in a matter of 5-10 seconds. It was a strange and horrible experience for me and I was very much afraid to oppose anything. Then I found one of his hands touching my navel and suddenly he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my jeans up to my buttocks and I was left with my panties only. Then he inserted his finger directly inside my pussy. I was so shocked and disturbed that I froze and unable to protest as my body was paralyzed. Then suddenly I felt a hard fleshy cylindrical thing entered between my ass cheeks as he pushed it hard inside me. Luckily that hard object did not enter my pussy, it got stuck in the anal cleft just between my pussy and ass hole. I came to my sense and vehemently opposed his action by quickly picking out that thing from my cleft and pulled my panties. With much courage inside me, I whispered to him with a warning that next, I would scream. I was so nervous and under tense that I was unaware of the fact that still, I was only with panties, and my jeans were falling under my buttocks. But before I think for further action, suddenly that wicked bastard jabbed his hard thing inside my ass cleft above the fabric of panties and moved it in and out of my ass cheeks. Although that hard cylindrical thing was not directly touching my skin, and I was feeling it with the fabric of my panties which was sometimes moving near my ass hole and sometimes near the entry of my pussy. He was holding my waist tightly in his left hand and squeezing my boobs in his right hand and simultaneously pushing in and out of his penis inside me. It went for some minutes and finally, I decided to pull him forcibly with all of my strength but alas, I felt some sticky liquid things sprayed on the fabrics of my panties, even some of the fluids passed through the fabrics and glued inside the walls of my ass cheeks. Before I could react to anything, the person withdrew his hand from my boobs and also withdrew his penis from my ass, and vanished like thin air. I got myself relieved with a breath. Before pulling my jeans above, I just stuck my finger to the fluids he left on the fabrics of my panties, I smelt it, it was a weird smell," explained Sreeleela with a shy voice.
"Ohh...my God! Tell me, my dear friend, did you enjoy it as it was your first male touch?" asked Malvika with a naughty smile.
"What the hell are you talking about Malvika? It was virtually a rape," said Sreeleela in an angry tone.
"Don't be angry dear, I was just teasing, and mind it dear, it was not a rape as still, you are a virgin girl," said Malvika in a consoling voice.
After some moment, Sreeleela said, "Maybe, I might have enjoyed a little in my sub-conscious mind as immediately after the event when I was pulling up my jeans, I found my pussy wet."
Then Malvika said, "You know Sreeleela, we are not only best friends but we are like twin sisters that's for why our destiny follow each other. On the same day, in the same moment, the same event also happened to me like you but in a different way."
"Tell me in details," said Sreeleela in an anxious voice.
Malvika went on explaining, "I was pushed on by the frenzied crowd to a little distance from the door. I was sandwiched between an old man and another man. I had nothing to hold on to so I put my right hand on the ceiling. I tried to reposition myself so I wouldn't be touching anyone else. For a few seconds, I felt two hands on either side of my hip, running up and down. I wasn't sure of what just happened and showing my unease, and I tried to move these hands away. I tried my best to protect myself from being touched in a train where there was no place for me to even move my hands, or breathe, for that matter. There was this old man behind me, breathing heavily, then there were his hands which, I presumed, had touched me by accident. The next station came, and because of the rush. you don't have to move to go out, there's just a wave of people. All you have to do is keep standing otherwise you'll be thrown out of the car anyway. When the door opened people started to shift around. I moved so my side was facing this old man. Suddenly a hand that came from my left side grabbed my left breast and started fondling it. I tried to look behind me, but all I could see was a man, older, dark suit, about my height- It was so unexpected that I couldn't react immediately and stunned. The surrounding area was full of darkness. Do you remember, yesterday I put on a low-neck t-shirt? Taking advantage of suitable circumstances, the old man put his hand near my cleavage. His hand slid away inside me as my t-shirt was made of flexible fabric material. His hand felt the cups of my bra and without wasting time he lifted the cups upwards as a result my two boobs got free from the cups of the bra. He started to fondle my two raw breasts. It was my first unexpected experience in public when a male touched my breasts first time in my life. I was feeling a strange sensation and my nipples got hard and erected. God knows what happened to me, just I was paralyzed as if hypnotized by his action, and it appeared as if I was encouraging him instead of protest.
The old man must have sensed it due to the hardness of my nipples, thinking that I was enjoying this. He pulled out my two breasts through the low neck of my t-shirt which popped outside. The old man made me straight to face him, and he bent down. Suddenly I felt the warm and wet tongue of his tongue on one of my nipples. Simultaneously, one of his hand crawled below my navel and found the elastic of my panties, the hand further crawled inside my panties, the fingers kept aside my pubic hairs ultimately found my outer labia, and finally, two fingers of his found way inside the inner lips of my pussy rubbing the clitoris above. Sreeleela, can you believe, I was feeling as if 1000 volts of electricity was running through my body because his tongue was continuously sucking my nipples alternatively and his inserted fingers were coming in and out of my pussy with his thumb rubbing the clitoris of mine. It was my life's first experience and suddenly the dam inside my pussy got burst and opened, my liquid started oozing out which I think he must have collected in his palm.
The moment it came out, with my left hand I squeezed his hand forcefully so that his fingers could go more deep inside my pussy and in my other hand I pulled on his face so violently towards my nipple that the poor old man had no alternative but to bite my nipple. I have still his sweet bite mark on my right nipple. The train was approaching the next station so we both withdrew from each other. Then I noticed he was slurping my liquids from his fingers. When the train started moving, slowly I started to feel it. Something hard was pushing against above my navel on my belly part. I couldn't see clearly the object in darkness, just saw the outline of a long member. I touched it, it was a hard and long meaty object. My hand encircled it and extended above to measure the breadth and length of the object. It must be 7th inches in length and was very hot. I tried to explore more and my hand found the coarse pubic hairs surrounding the so-called penis of his. Then with further exploration downwards, I felt two sagging balls under his penis and started molding those.
The old man reacted immediately with a low moan and pulled my face towards his mouth, and frantically started kissing my whole face, biting my soft lips, and probed his dirty tongue inside my mouth. Sreeleela, see the cut marks on my lips, the old bastard has violated my virgin lips. He started sucking my tongue, and you see I had also no alternative but to suck his tongue as it was another new sensation arising out of my body. I was still clutching his penis, and while clutching it, I found that the skin covering his penis could be pulled outwards and downwards. The old man whispered in my ear to pull up and down the skin of his penis. I was feeling like a small girl with a new toy. I started pulling the skin up and down by encircling my full hand on his penis. After some time, I felt His penis started throbbing in my palm, and a heavy amount of hot liquid gushed out from his penis filling my palm as well as sprayed to my t-shirt. The old man kissed me and withdrew his penis inside his pant. The next station was his destination I guessed so he moved near to the door and I couldn't see him further. My palm was full of his liquids so to clean my palm, I just rubbed my palm on my jeans. Then a bizarre thought came upon my mind, what would be the taste of that old man's cum as he had already tasted my juices so what is the harm to taste his. I just put my finger soaked with his cum inside my mouth, my goodness, it was such a bad taste, an unpleasant taste."
Sreeleela moved towards them and touched their feet as all were elders who in turn blessed her by touching their hands on her head and planted warm affectionate kisses on both sides of her cheek. Lastly, she reached near her best friend Malvika, she hugged her tightly, and planted affectionate kisses on both sides of her cheek.
For a moment, Malvika stared constantly at her best friend Sreeleela who was looking cheerful with her stunning beauty. Her beauty was tantalizing, teasing, and tempting. Sreeleela had kohl-black hair and it plunged over her shoulders. She had nectar sweet lips. Malvika loved her curves of softness, she was the most astonishing girl she ever met... easy to talk to and fun to be around. Her eyes scanned the room with determination in search of Malvika when she entered the hall and when her eyes met her, she smiled. So beautiful it was like the stars themselves. She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. Her porcelain skin was completely flawless. Sreeleela was all about simplicity, making things easy. Perhaps that was why her skin glowed so, it was her inner beauty that lit her eyes and softened her features. When she smiled and laughed one couldn't help but smile along too. She had that movie star look of overly tall and willowy. She wasn't just flawless in her bone structure; her skin was like silk over a glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty. Her tall frame and slender body were like a Victoria secret model. Her blue eyes, like the sea, were calm and emotionless. She had long, wavy black jet hair, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was tailored from ancient fabric
Alluringly, she would blink her eyes from time to time, allowing her eyelashes to flutter like the wings of a butterfly. My god, her eyes were simply spellbinding. Her seraph's ears were pierced by golden hoops that were concealed by black waves of hair, enhanced by highlights of pink and blue linen skirt ending high on her white bare thighs. She was wearing a skirt from where her two smooth, fleshy and glazing white legs were protruding out. She had tight tops and the outline of her 32B breasts could be well noticed which were bouncing with her steps. She watched her friend's skirt revealing the camber of her thighs. The backs of her thighs were bulging, her hamstrings were taut, her thighs were big and meaty in proportion to the rest of her body with larger ankles and calves. Her 32B boobs battled for attention, bouncing from her white tops. Her round sized prominent breasts were guessed from the cups of her bra as her cups and straps of the bra were prominent through the white transparent tops she wore. She had a deep cleavage where a red-colored heart pendant was hanging.
Her Amazonian figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable, ochrous hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black eyelashes. When she broke into a smile, looking at her, her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the room. Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails ran through her black jet hair. Spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan's neck, elegant and smooth. Her calamine-pink lips appeared like rose petals, they were plump. She had a demure, timorous personality. Her oxbow lips positively drooled with goodness. Oh! Those sugar candy-sweet lips, her elegant personality, all mesmerized her. Sreeleela would always whisper to her in a dulcet voice as sweet as any songbird.
After receiving warm kisses from Sreeleela, Malvika moved towards elders of the Chatterjee clan to seek their blessings. She looked towards Grandpa Bhaskar who was the best friend of her grand paa. Like her own grandpa, Grand paa Bhaskar was also very strong and masculine at the age of sixty. He was wearing a cream-colored pajama and kurta.
Then she looked at Grand maa Aishwarya who was standing beside him. Malvika wondered how there were striking similarities between her own grand maa and Sreeleela's grand maa. Aishwarya Grand maa was also 56 years old like her own grand maa. She had a joyous personality. Like her own grand maa, Aishwarya Grand maa also looked very young as if she was in her forties. She had clearly well defined, angelic, attractive, beautiful, and perfectly symmetrical facial features. Her large, voluminous firm, pendulous, mountainous, and conical breasts hung from the lean chest and big nipples extended out of her slender lean frame made her brazenly top-heavy. Her narrow thin taut waist curvaceously spread onto wide bottom and big hemispherical protruding inverted pots-like round hips. Her long, naturally oily, soft, silky, jet-black, lustrous, and shining thick hair reached her thunderous smooth banana trunk-like thighs. At this age, Aishwarya grand maa was extremely curvy because her body had an incredible definition, with everything being tight, toned, and feminine, with low body fat, narrow waist, and wide hips. She looked very much younger than her actual age. She had a sweet, melodious, soft husky, and sexy voice. She was every inch a woman, glowing, exuding, and flaunting utmost feminine sexuality. It appeared that she was at her peak age sexually and matured beautifully like a ripe fruit. She was at the epitome of sexual prime. She was wearing a pure silk blue and gold color sari with a broad heavy gold zari border. She was wearing a glittering diamond nose stud, gorgeous gold chain. Her beautiful neck was adorned with a diamond pendant on a thick wide gold necklace chain beyond her breasts. Malvika looked towards Sreeleela's parents. Dipankar uncle had a physique of college youth, a muscular personality, tall, fair and handsome like a Hollywood action star.
Malvika glanced towards Shruti Aunty. Ohh...God! she was so dazzling, fascinating, and enticing in her beauty that she could be the only competitor of her mom but both of them were the best friends without any jealousness. Shruti Aunty was exquisitely fair, delicate and she had a delightful, divine, and elegant personality. It was not exaggerating but she was sure that if ever Shruti Aunty would visit her college, definitely boys of her class would propose to her as she looked like a young girl. She had long silky hairs falling on her slender waist, whistling down from her bust, as smoothly as the water from a waterfall, the bends of her hips, so voluptuous that Malvika felt that as if it had been carved out by the creator who sculpted out of care and feels just like a potter would sculpt a vessel from raw clay. The bends of her hips and the fullness of her bosom were reminiscent of the idea of perfection. She had a rich vermillion streak on the forehead, her beauty for Malvika lay in the mysterious expressiveness of her big beautiful attractive, large, and eloquent eyes shaped like bamboo leaves, with a slight upward slant, and a chin showing every intention of doubling. She had slender eyebrows. Her crescent-shaped eyebrows inclined slightly as she saw Malvika staring at her. Malvika yelped at being caught. Her languid eyelashes of velvet-black blinked once slowly. She had glossy skin. She had shiny, halo-white teeth. Her hair was ebony-black. She had a comely figure which was stem-thin. Her curvilinear waist didn't surprise Malvika as much as the saffron tint to her complexion Malvika noticed her scrolled ears and her elegant nose. She nuzzled her with her nose and she couldn't believe it. Her luminous, heavenly-white teeth flashed as she smiled at her. Shruti Aunty's huge voluminous bouncing breasts were hanging heavily from her chest moving as she lifted both her hands to remove hairpins from her hair bun. She raised her hands, inserted fingers into a hair bun, removed hairpins, lifted and flaunted her hair to loosen further. Her long thick luxurious, lustrous wavy, smooth silky soft shining hair cascaded down reaching her mid-thighs.
Rashmika Aunty was 34 years old, slim, slender, and had an elegant personality. She looked so young that how could anyone believe that she was a professor of Anthropology. Malvika knew that she was also a spinster like her own Tamannaah Aunty and both were bosom friends. Malvika was sure that the boys in her class might be only staring at her rather than listening to her lectures. Rashmika Aunty was graced with a look that could be of royalty. To Malvika, she was kind of a walking poem; she had this kind of beauty. She was a miracle to her that never ceased to be miraculous, full of pulchritude and forever beautiful; loving and caring and truly fabulous. Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eyes, an angelic beauty in the mole of her chin and every gesture; dignity and love. Her smile beamed like a ray of sunshine which filled her heart with love. Her enchanting beauty drifted a fountain of love into her soul; pouring unto her from heaven's brink when she saw her bright twinkling warm eyes full of beauty staring back at her with full of affection. Her beauty brought such delight with the heart, so warm and smiles so bright! which danced its way into her heart whirling on the tips of Angel's wings, scattering gold dust and kisses in her paths. Her allurement and beauty would often haunt her memory, it was a visual feast to her watching fluid moments of her prominent, firm breasts bouncing in her chest. She stared at curvaceous, lean, taut, hourglass body and the fluid movements of her beautiful hands while she was tossing her hair. She arranged her hair with deft hands covering her ears and left loose till they fell on the backside of her very low-cut blouse and she skilfully arranged by making loops with hands into a neat loose big beautiful bun without hairpins resting on her back.
Malvika moved towards them, touched the feet of all elders, and received blessings on her head with warm kisses on her cheek. She returned to Sreeleela and cuddled her, led her near to the buffet table for breakfast as all the family members of two families had already started making breakfast.
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After breakfast was over, the usual shouts and laughter were everywhere in the hall. There were murmurs in the hall. The moms of Malvika and Sreeleela were engaged in some serious talks. Their fathers Debashish and Dipankar were sitting together in a corner chatting something and cracking jokes with loud laughter. Both the aunties Rashmika and Tamannaah were discussing something in academic interest in a corner. There was a TV on the side of the hall, and both the grandfathers were watching some sports or movies enjoying themselves with comments.
Malvika ushered her into the one side of the hall away from the elders and sat on the cushion chairs so that they could have their privacy and girlish talks.
Sreeleela said, "Do you observe, how closely our family members are?"
Malvika replied, "Ours is not two separate families rather it is a close-knitted one family."
"But, one surprising thing is that our grandmothers have worn more jewelry and looking more dazzling than our moms," said Sreeleela.
"You know, usually women at their prime age when growing old become more fascinated with jewelry and try to appear as younger," replied Malvika.
Both the girls laughed.
"Yesterday, I have had my first embarrassing experience of life when we both boarded the metro train while returning from college," said Sreeleela.
"Why? What happened? Please tell me in details," asked Malvika.
"If you remember, yesterday the metro was unusually crowded in the evening and there was no space to move. When the train arrived, the heavy crowd pushed and jostled one another to get in the car and, we both were separated. I saw you entered the end gate of the car and I entered the 1st gate with much difficulty. After entering the car, I was pushed towards the middle of the car. The place where I was standing was dark as the lamp above had dim light. Every person's body, bag, and belongings were in contact with every other person.
After crossing a couple of stations into the journey, I felt something on my butt, something that was constantly touching and pinching me. It was sharp and rigorous. Given how crowded the metro was I assumed it was somebody's bag's buckle or zip as I felt it was sharp. I ignored it because there wasn't any space to even turn around leave alone asking people to move their bags. I had to stand squeezed in the crowd. I noticed that the touch was still present on my butt. This was weird. I decided to turn around and see for myself what's cooking. I saw a middle-aged man, somebody whom I would call 'Uncle' if I have to address him, standing very close to me, actually right behind me with his hand near his pants. What I saw next horrified me so much that I would never talk about it with anyone except you. and this was the first-time experience of mine in public. The man had his penis out which I assumed but I couldn't see it properly due to darkness only felt it as he was rubbing it against my butt. He had been doing this for the past 10-15 minutes and didn't even stop when I moved a bit from my original place to another side, he kept sticking it against me and moved along. I felt that hard object again digging into my backside. I tried to look down, afraid of what I was going to see. I could see his hand moving around in his pants. I stuck my elbow out and into his abdomen to keep him farther away from me. He just pushed harder. He didn't fear that others might see it. His lust was so strong that it overcame all other inhibitions that he might have had before committing the act. All of this happened in a matter of 5-10 seconds. It was a strange and horrible experience for me and I was very much afraid to oppose anything. Then I found one of his hands touching my navel and suddenly he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my jeans up to my buttocks and I was left with my panties only. Then he inserted his finger directly inside my pussy. I was so shocked and disturbed that I froze and unable to protest as my body was paralyzed. Then suddenly I felt a hard fleshy cylindrical thing entered between my ass cheeks as he pushed it hard inside me. Luckily that hard object did not enter my pussy, it got stuck in the anal cleft just between my pussy and ass hole. I came to my sense and vehemently opposed his action by quickly picking out that thing from my cleft and pulled my panties. With much courage inside me, I whispered to him with a warning that next, I would scream. I was so nervous and under tense that I was unaware of the fact that still, I was only with panties, and my jeans were falling under my buttocks. But before I think for further action, suddenly that wicked bastard jabbed his hard thing inside my ass cleft above the fabric of panties and moved it in and out of my ass cheeks. Although that hard cylindrical thing was not directly touching my skin, and I was feeling it with the fabric of my panties which was sometimes moving near my ass hole and sometimes near the entry of my pussy. He was holding my waist tightly in his left hand and squeezing my boobs in his right hand and simultaneously pushing in and out of his penis inside me. It went for some minutes and finally, I decided to pull him forcibly with all of my strength but alas, I felt some sticky liquid things sprayed on the fabrics of my panties, even some of the fluids passed through the fabrics and glued inside the walls of my ass cheeks. Before I could react to anything, the person withdrew his hand from my boobs and also withdrew his penis from my ass, and vanished like thin air. I got myself relieved with a breath. Before pulling my jeans above, I just stuck my finger to the fluids he left on the fabrics of my panties, I smelt it, it was a weird smell," explained Sreeleela with a shy voice.
"Ohh...my God! Tell me, my dear friend, did you enjoy it as it was your first male touch?" asked Malvika with a naughty smile.
"What the hell are you talking about Malvika? It was virtually a rape," said Sreeleela in an angry tone.
"Don't be angry dear, I was just teasing, and mind it dear, it was not a rape as still, you are a virgin girl," said Malvika in a consoling voice.
After some moment, Sreeleela said, "Maybe, I might have enjoyed a little in my sub-conscious mind as immediately after the event when I was pulling up my jeans, I found my pussy wet."
Then Malvika said, "You know Sreeleela, we are not only best friends but we are like twin sisters that's for why our destiny follow each other. On the same day, in the same moment, the same event also happened to me like you but in a different way."
"Tell me in details," said Sreeleela in an anxious voice.
Malvika went on explaining, "I was pushed on by the frenzied crowd to a little distance from the door. I was sandwiched between an old man and another man. I had nothing to hold on to so I put my right hand on the ceiling. I tried to reposition myself so I wouldn't be touching anyone else. For a few seconds, I felt two hands on either side of my hip, running up and down. I wasn't sure of what just happened and showing my unease, and I tried to move these hands away. I tried my best to protect myself from being touched in a train where there was no place for me to even move my hands, or breathe, for that matter. There was this old man behind me, breathing heavily, then there were his hands which, I presumed, had touched me by accident. The next station came, and because of the rush. you don't have to move to go out, there's just a wave of people. All you have to do is keep standing otherwise you'll be thrown out of the car anyway. When the door opened people started to shift around. I moved so my side was facing this old man. Suddenly a hand that came from my left side grabbed my left breast and started fondling it. I tried to look behind me, but all I could see was a man, older, dark suit, about my height- It was so unexpected that I couldn't react immediately and stunned. The surrounding area was full of darkness. Do you remember, yesterday I put on a low-neck t-shirt? Taking advantage of suitable circumstances, the old man put his hand near my cleavage. His hand slid away inside me as my t-shirt was made of flexible fabric material. His hand felt the cups of my bra and without wasting time he lifted the cups upwards as a result my two boobs got free from the cups of the bra. He started to fondle my two raw breasts. It was my first unexpected experience in public when a male touched my breasts first time in my life. I was feeling a strange sensation and my nipples got hard and erected. God knows what happened to me, just I was paralyzed as if hypnotized by his action, and it appeared as if I was encouraging him instead of protest.
The old man must have sensed it due to the hardness of my nipples, thinking that I was enjoying this. He pulled out my two breasts through the low neck of my t-shirt which popped outside. The old man made me straight to face him, and he bent down. Suddenly I felt the warm and wet tongue of his tongue on one of my nipples. Simultaneously, one of his hand crawled below my navel and found the elastic of my panties, the hand further crawled inside my panties, the fingers kept aside my pubic hairs ultimately found my outer labia, and finally, two fingers of his found way inside the inner lips of my pussy rubbing the clitoris above. Sreeleela, can you believe, I was feeling as if 1000 volts of electricity was running through my body because his tongue was continuously sucking my nipples alternatively and his inserted fingers were coming in and out of my pussy with his thumb rubbing the clitoris of mine. It was my life's first experience and suddenly the dam inside my pussy got burst and opened, my liquid started oozing out which I think he must have collected in his palm.
The moment it came out, with my left hand I squeezed his hand forcefully so that his fingers could go more deep inside my pussy and in my other hand I pulled on his face so violently towards my nipple that the poor old man had no alternative but to bite my nipple. I have still his sweet bite mark on my right nipple. The train was approaching the next station so we both withdrew from each other. Then I noticed he was slurping my liquids from his fingers. When the train started moving, slowly I started to feel it. Something hard was pushing against above my navel on my belly part. I couldn't see clearly the object in darkness, just saw the outline of a long member. I touched it, it was a hard and long meaty object. My hand encircled it and extended above to measure the breadth and length of the object. It must be 7th inches in length and was very hot. I tried to explore more and my hand found the coarse pubic hairs surrounding the so-called penis of his. Then with further exploration downwards, I felt two sagging balls under his penis and started molding those.
The old man reacted immediately with a low moan and pulled my face towards his mouth, and frantically started kissing my whole face, biting my soft lips, and probed his dirty tongue inside my mouth. Sreeleela, see the cut marks on my lips, the old bastard has violated my virgin lips. He started sucking my tongue, and you see I had also no alternative but to suck his tongue as it was another new sensation arising out of my body. I was still clutching his penis, and while clutching it, I found that the skin covering his penis could be pulled outwards and downwards. The old man whispered in my ear to pull up and down the skin of his penis. I was feeling like a small girl with a new toy. I started pulling the skin up and down by encircling my full hand on his penis. After some time, I felt His penis started throbbing in my palm, and a heavy amount of hot liquid gushed out from his penis filling my palm as well as sprayed to my t-shirt. The old man kissed me and withdrew his penis inside his pant. The next station was his destination I guessed so he moved near to the door and I couldn't see him further. My palm was full of his liquids so to clean my palm, I just rubbed my palm on my jeans. Then a bizarre thought came upon my mind, what would be the taste of that old man's cum as he had already tasted my juices so what is the harm to taste his. I just put my finger soaked with his cum inside my mouth, my goodness, it was such a bad taste, an unpleasant taste."
Lovely.... do continue and also insert more and more pics.The story goes back to the early year of 2000 when the usage of mobile and computer was just stepping in India for official purposes and not frequent by the public.
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People would glance towards the two buildings always because of their identical structures and appearances like twins. Both the buildings were situated in the farthest corner of the Park Street area of Kolkata, in a sub-lane of the interior area where there was not much public access nor much traffic.
Both the two-story buildings were built in 7,500 square feet of an area each having 4 nos of bedrooms on the ground floor as well as an upper floor with a big hall on the ground floor for family gatherings. The entrance to the main buildings was well protected by 8 feet strong covered iron gates with identical design blocking the views of the public inside. Once a person would enter the main entrance, he would find his path in the middle strewn with green grass on both sides with gardens surrounded by multi colored various flowers and fountains till reaching the entrance to the house. These two buildings belonged to Mukherjee's and Chatterjee's. Both were close-knit families. The two buildings were only separated by a common boundary wall with a gap in the middle so that both the families could access each other without any difficulties. Both the houses had swimming pools. Thank God, there were no tallest buildings near to these two houses, although there were some but 200 meters away from these two houses from where nobody could peep through a binocular to the swimming pools which were well protected through the dense foliage of pine trees which surrounded the pools. Both the houses were situated in a healthy background except the backside. The backside of their houses was well protected by boundary wall and the adjunct place in their backside was a vacant land, a Government property full of grass, shrubs, and bushes where wild plants up to 4/5 feet height were growing. The nearby dirty water was flowing there and getting stagnated. To prevent flies and mosquitoes, both the households would engage manual labour to clear the dirt once a month.
The patriarch of the Mukherjee clan was Arnab Mukherjee,60 years old, an Industrialist, a tall figured person with partial grey hairs with a masculine physique. His wife was Kajol aged 56 years, still looked beautiful like an old cine actress and anyone could assume her to be in her forties with no shrinkage in her skin. They had two off springs. Their son Debashish was 38 years old, a handsome guy with a boyish look of medium height, unlike his father. His wife Samantha was a 36 years woman with a splendid Bengali beauty with glowing skin always radiating, and with a cylindrical face with a sharp nose and no one would believe that she was the mother of a big girl. Tamannaah was 34 years old, sibling of Debashish and daughter of Arnab Mukherjee. She was slim and beautiful as a model but unfortunately, she was a spinster and at present, she was a scientist and researcher at the National Institute of Rice Research. The last of the Mukherjee clan was the bubbly daughter of Debashish, the granddaughter of Arnab Mukherjee, Malvika, an 18 years bright young girl, just admitted into the first year of her graduation in St. Stephen college, the most reputed college of Kolkata. Apart from this, there was another family member in the Mukherjee family, was Bipin Das, a youth of 22 years. Arnab brought this youth from his native village from a poor family when Bipin was only 10 years old. Bipin grew up in the family like a family member, Arnab made him a trained driver, and he was now the domestic help as well as the driver of the family.
Sometimes, God would create wonders either intentionally or it would be co-incidentally. Not only the buildings of the two families were identical in structure, but the family structure of the two families resembled a hundred percent with each other in a striking manner.
The patriarch of the Chatterjee clan was Bhashkar Chatterjee,60 years old and he was also an Industrialist, a bosom friend of Arnab. Unlike his friend, Bhashkar was of medium height and muscular but his head was totally ice white. His wife Aishwarya was also 56 years old like Kajol, wife of Arnab, a surpassing beauty in her faded age. Both Aishwarya and Kajol were very much attached as if they were two sisters. Like Mukherjee, they had also one son and a daughter. Their son Dipankar was 38 years old and his wife Shruti was 36 years. Shruti was such a beautiful woman and maintained her physique in such a way that she looked like a college-going girl despite having a big daughter. It was needless to mention that Dipankar was a close friend of Debashish, son of Arnab Mukherjee, just like a brother. His wife, Shruti was as close as a sister with Samantha, wife of Debashish. Similar to his friend, Bhaskar Chatterjee had also one daughter, Rashmika, a 34 years old woman who was a professor and Researcher in Anthropology at Kolkata University. Like her dear friend, Tamannaah, Rashmika was also a spinster. Now the last one of the Chatterjee clan was Sreeleela,18 years, the beautiful young and high-spirited girl, full of life. She was the only daughter of Dipankar and Shruti and granddaughter of Bhaskar Chatterjee, and she was studying in the same class of her 1st-year graduation with her best friend Malvika, the granddaughter of Arnab Mukherjee. There was another person in the Chatterjee family, and he was Mihir Ghosh, a youth of 20 years. Bhaskar found Mihir, an 8 years old orphan boy, wandering near the Railway station and begging for food. Aishwarya, his wife pitied the wandering orphan, and they brought him to their household, and now he was the cook of the family. He had another special quality as Bhaskar sent him to an Ayurvedic center to become a masseur. After training a few months there, Mihir became a good masseur who could fix strained muscles through his massage with oil within some minutes.
As mentioned earlier, the two clans were closely attached deeply like one family. The granddaughters, Malvika and Sreeleela would address Arnab and Bhashkar as Grand Paa and would address Kajol and Aishwarya as Grandma. Both the girls would address the Aunties of the families as Tamannaah Aunty and Rashmika Aunty. They would address each other's parents as Uncle and Aunty. Similarly, the two sons and two daughters of the families would address the patriarchs as Arnab Uncle and Bhaskar Uncle and Aunty to their wives. But there was a difference in the case of two daughters-in-law of the families. Both the daughters-in-law, Samantha and Shruti would address the Patriarchs as Papa and would address Kajol and Aishwarya as Mom.
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Sreeleela moved towards them and touched their feet as all were elders who in turn blessed her by touching their hands on her head and planted warm affectionate kisses on both sides of her cheek. Lastly, she reached near her best friend Malvika, she hugged her tightly, and planted affectionate kisses on both sides of her cheek.
For a moment, Malvika stared constantly at her best friend Sreeleela who was looking cheerful with her stunning beauty. Her beauty was tantalizing, teasing, and tempting. Sreeleela had kohl-black hair and it plunged over her shoulders. She had nectar sweet lips. Malvika loved her curves of softness, she was the most astonishing girl she ever met... easy to talk to and fun to be around. Her eyes scanned the room with determination in search of Malvika when she entered the hall and when her eyes met her, she smiled. So beautiful it was like the stars themselves. She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. Her porcelain skin was completely flawless. Sreeleela was all about simplicity, making things easy. Perhaps that was why her skin glowed so, it was her inner beauty that lit her eyes and softened her features. When she smiled and laughed one couldn't help but smile along too. She had that movie star look of overly tall and willowy. She wasn't just flawless in her bone structure; her skin was like silk over a glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty. Her tall frame and slender body were like a Victoria secret model. Her blue eyes, like the sea, were calm and emotionless. She had long, wavy black jet hair, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was tailored from ancient fabric
Alluringly, she would blink her eyes from time to time, allowing her eyelashes to flutter like the wings of a butterfly. My god, her eyes were simply spellbinding. Her seraph's ears were pierced by golden hoops that were concealed by black waves of hair, enhanced by highlights of pink and blue linen skirt ending high on her white bare thighs. She was wearing a skirt from where her two smooth, fleshy and glazing white legs were protruding out. She had tight tops and the outline of her 32B breasts could be well noticed which were bouncing with her steps. She watched her friend's skirt revealing the camber of her thighs. The backs of her thighs were bulging, her hamstrings were taut, her thighs were big and meaty in proportion to the rest of her body with larger ankles and calves. Her 32B boobs battled for attention, bouncing from her white tops. Her round sized prominent breasts were guessed from the cups of her bra as her cups and straps of the bra were prominent through the white transparent tops she wore. She had a deep cleavage where a red-colored heart pendant was hanging.
Her Amazonian figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable, ochrous hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black eyelashes. When she broke into a smile, looking at her, her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the room. Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails ran through her black jet hair. Spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan's neck, elegant and smooth. Her calamine-pink lips appeared like rose petals, they were plump. She had a demure, timorous personality. Her oxbow lips positively drooled with goodness. Oh! Those sugar candy-sweet lips, her elegant personality, all mesmerized her. Sreeleela would always whisper to her in a dulcet voice as sweet as any songbird.
After receiving warm kisses from Sreeleela, Malvika moved towards elders of the Chatterjee clan to seek their blessings. She looked towards Grandpa Bhaskar who was the best friend of her grand paa. Like her own grandpa, Grand paa Bhaskar was also very strong and masculine at the age of sixty. He was wearing a cream-colored pajama and kurta.
Then she looked at Grand maa Aishwarya who was standing beside him. Malvika wondered how there were striking similarities between her own grand maa and Sreeleela's grand maa. Aishwarya Grand maa was also 56 years old like her own grand maa. She had a joyous personality. Like her own grand maa, Aishwarya Grand maa also looked very young as if she was in her forties. She had clearly well defined, angelic, attractive, beautiful, and perfectly symmetrical facial features. Her large, voluminous firm, pendulous, mountainous, and conical breasts hung from the lean chest and big nipples extended out of her slender lean frame made her brazenly top-heavy. Her narrow thin taut waist curvaceously spread onto wide bottom and big hemispherical protruding inverted pots-like round hips. Her long, naturally oily, soft, silky, jet-black, lustrous, and shining thick hair reached her thunderous smooth banana trunk-like thighs. At this age, Aishwarya grand maa was extremely curvy because her body had an incredible definition, with everything being tight, toned, and feminine, with low body fat, narrow waist, and wide hips. She looked very much younger than her actual age. She had a sweet, melodious, soft husky, and sexy voice. She was every inch a woman, glowing, exuding, and flaunting utmost feminine sexuality. It appeared that she was at her peak age sexually and matured beautifully like a ripe fruit. She was at the epitome of sexual prime. She was wearing a pure silk blue and gold color sari with a broad heavy gold zari border. She was wearing a glittering diamond nose stud, gorgeous gold chain. Her beautiful neck was adorned with a diamond pendant on a thick wide gold necklace chain beyond her breasts. Malvika looked towards Sreeleela's parents. Dipankar uncle had a physique of college youth, a muscular personality, tall, fair and handsome like a Hollywood action star.
Malvika glanced towards Shruti Aunty. Ohh...God! she was so dazzling, fascinating, and enticing in her beauty that she could be the only competitor of her mom but both of them were the best friends without any jealousness. Shruti Aunty was exquisitely fair, delicate and she had a delightful, divine, and elegant personality. It was not exaggerating but she was sure that if ever Shruti Aunty would visit her college, definitely boys of her class would propose to her as she looked like a young girl. She had long silky hairs falling on her slender waist, whistling down from her bust, as smoothly as the water from a waterfall, the bends of her hips, so voluptuous that Malvika felt that as if it had been carved out by the creator who sculpted out of care and feels just like a potter would sculpt a vessel from raw clay. The bends of her hips and the fullness of her bosom were reminiscent of the idea of perfection. She had a rich vermillion streak on the forehead, her beauty for Malvika lay in the mysterious expressiveness of her big beautiful attractive, large, and eloquent eyes shaped like bamboo leaves, with a slight upward slant, and a chin showing every intention of doubling. She had slender eyebrows. Her crescent-shaped eyebrows inclined slightly as she saw Malvika staring at her. Malvika yelped at being caught. Her languid eyelashes of velvet-black blinked once slowly. She had glossy skin. She had shiny, halo-white teeth. Her hair was ebony-black. She had a comely figure which was stem-thin. Her curvilinear waist didn't surprise Malvika as much as the saffron tint to her complexion Malvika noticed her scrolled ears and her elegant nose. She nuzzled her with her nose and she couldn't believe it. Her luminous, heavenly-white teeth flashed as she smiled at her. Shruti Aunty's huge voluminous bouncing breasts were hanging heavily from her chest moving as she lifted both her hands to remove hairpins from her hair bun. She raised her hands, inserted fingers into a hair bun, removed hairpins, lifted and flaunted her hair to loosen further. Her long thick luxurious, lustrous wavy, smooth silky soft shining hair cascaded down reaching her mid-thighs.
Rashmika Aunty was 34 years old, slim, slender, and had an elegant personality. She looked so young that how could anyone believe that she was a professor of Anthropology. Malvika knew that she was also a spinster like her own Tamannaah Aunty and both were bosom friends. Malvika was sure that the boys in her class might be only staring at her rather than listening to her lectures. Rashmika Aunty was graced with a look that could be of royalty. To Malvika, she was kind of a walking poem; she had this kind of beauty. She was a miracle to her that never ceased to be miraculous, full of pulchritude and forever beautiful; loving and caring and truly fabulous. Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eyes, an angelic beauty in the mole of her chin and every gesture; dignity and love. Her smile beamed like a ray of sunshine which filled her heart with love. Her enchanting beauty drifted a fountain of love into her soul; pouring unto her from heaven's brink when she saw her bright twinkling warm eyes full of beauty staring back at her with full of affection. Her beauty brought such delight with the heart, so warm and smiles so bright! which danced its way into her heart whirling on the tips of Angel's wings, scattering gold dust and kisses in her paths. Her allurement and beauty would often haunt her memory, it was a visual feast to her watching fluid moments of her prominent, firm breasts bouncing in her chest. She stared at curvaceous, lean, taut, hourglass body and the fluid movements of her beautiful hands while she was tossing her hair. She arranged her hair with deft hands covering her ears and left loose till they fell on the backside of her very low-cut blouse and she skilfully arranged by making loops with hands into a neat loose big beautiful bun without hairpins resting on her back.
Malvika moved towards them, touched the feet of all elders, and received blessings on her head with warm kisses on her cheek. She returned to Sreeleela and cuddled her, led her near to the buffet table for breakfast as all the family members of two families had already started making breakfast.
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After breakfast was over, the usual shouts and laughter were everywhere in the hall. There were murmurs in the hall. The moms of Malvika and Sreeleela were engaged in some serious talks. Their fathers Debashish and Dipankar were sitting together in a corner chatting something and cracking jokes with loud laughter. Both the aunties Rashmika and Tamannaah were discussing something in academic interest in a corner. There was a TV on the side of the hall, and both the grandfathers were watching some sports or movies enjoying themselves with comments.
Malvika ushered her into the one side of the hall away from the elders and sat on the cushion chairs so that they could have their privacy and girlish talks.
Sreeleela said, "Do you observe, how closely our family members are?"
Malvika replied, "Ours is not two separate families rather it is a close-knitted one family."
"But, one surprising thing is that our grandmothers have worn more jewelry and looking more dazzling than our moms," said Sreeleela.
"You know, usually women at their prime age when growing old become more fascinated with jewelry and try to appear as younger," replied Malvika.
Both the girls laughed.
"Yesterday, I have had my first embarrassing experience of life when we both boarded the metro train while returning from college," said Sreeleela.
"Why? What happened? Please tell me in details," asked Malvika.
"If you remember, yesterday the metro was unusually crowded in the evening and there was no space to move. When the train arrived, the heavy crowd pushed and jostled one another to get in the car and, we both were separated. I saw you entered the end gate of the car and I entered the 1st gate with much difficulty. After entering the car, I was pushed towards the middle of the car. The place where I was standing was dark as the lamp above had dim light. Every person's body, bag, and belongings were in contact with every other person.
After crossing a couple of stations into the journey, I felt something on my butt, something that was constantly touching and pinching me. It was sharp and rigorous. Given how crowded the metro was I assumed it was somebody's bag's buckle or zip as I felt it was sharp. I ignored it because there wasn't any space to even turn around leave alone asking people to move their bags. I had to stand squeezed in the crowd. I noticed that the touch was still present on my butt. This was weird. I decided to turn around and see for myself what's cooking. I saw a middle-aged man, somebody whom I would call 'Uncle' if I have to address him, standing very close to me, actually right behind me with his hand near his pants. What I saw next horrified me so much that I would never talk about it with anyone except you. and this was the first-time experience of mine in public. The man had his penis out which I assumed but I couldn't see it properly due to darkness only felt it as he was rubbing it against my butt. He had been doing this for the past 10-15 minutes and didn't even stop when I moved a bit from my original place to another side, he kept sticking it against me and moved along. I felt that hard object again digging into my backside. I tried to look down, afraid of what I was going to see. I could see his hand moving around in his pants. I stuck my elbow out and into his abdomen to keep him farther away from me. He just pushed harder. He didn't fear that others might see it. His lust was so strong that it overcame all other inhibitions that he might have had before committing the act. All of this happened in a matter of 5-10 seconds. It was a strange and horrible experience for me and I was very much afraid to oppose anything. Then I found one of his hands touching my navel and suddenly he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my jeans up to my buttocks and I was left with my panties only. Then he inserted his finger directly inside my pussy. I was so shocked and disturbed that I froze and unable to protest as my body was paralyzed. Then suddenly I felt a hard fleshy cylindrical thing entered between my ass cheeks as he pushed it hard inside me. Luckily that hard object did not enter my pussy, it got stuck in the anal cleft just between my pussy and ass hole. I came to my sense and vehemently opposed his action by quickly picking out that thing from my cleft and pulled my panties. With much courage inside me, I whispered to him with a warning that next, I would scream. I was so nervous and under tense that I was unaware of the fact that still, I was only with panties, and my jeans were falling under my buttocks. But before I think for further action, suddenly that wicked bastard jabbed his hard thing inside my ass cleft above the fabric of panties and moved it in and out of my ass cheeks. Although that hard cylindrical thing was not directly touching my skin, and I was feeling it with the fabric of my panties which was sometimes moving near my ass hole and sometimes near the entry of my pussy. He was holding my waist tightly in his left hand and squeezing my boobs in his right hand and simultaneously pushing in and out of his penis inside me. It went for some minutes and finally, I decided to pull him forcibly with all of my strength but alas, I felt some sticky liquid things sprayed on the fabrics of my panties, even some of the fluids passed through the fabrics and glued inside the walls of my ass cheeks. Before I could react to anything, the person withdrew his hand from my boobs and also withdrew his penis from my ass, and vanished like thin air. I got myself relieved with a breath. Before pulling my jeans above, I just stuck my finger to the fluids he left on the fabrics of my panties, I smelt it, it was a weird smell," explained Sreeleela with a shy voice.
"Ohh...my God! Tell me, my dear friend, did you enjoy it as it was your first male touch?" asked Malvika with a naughty smile.
"What the hell are you talking about Malvika? It was virtually a rape," said Sreeleela in an angry tone.
"Don't be angry dear, I was just teasing, and mind it dear, it was not a rape as still, you are a virgin girl," said Malvika in a consoling voice.
After some moment, Sreeleela said, "Maybe, I might have enjoyed a little in my sub-conscious mind as immediately after the event when I was pulling up my jeans, I found my pussy wet."
Then Malvika said, "You know Sreeleela, we are not only best friends but we are like twin sisters that's for why our destiny follow each other. On the same day, in the same moment, the same event also happened to me like you but in a different way."
"Tell me in details," said Sreeleela in an anxious voice.
Malvika went on explaining, "I was pushed on by the frenzied crowd to a little distance from the door. I was sandwiched between an old man and another man. I had nothing to hold on to so I put my right hand on the ceiling. I tried to reposition myself so I wouldn't be touching anyone else. For a few seconds, I felt two hands on either side of my hip, running up and down. I wasn't sure of what just happened and showing my unease, and I tried to move these hands away. I tried my best to protect myself from being touched in a train where there was no place for me to even move my hands, or breathe, for that matter. There was this old man behind me, breathing heavily, then there were his hands which, I presumed, had touched me by accident. The next station came, and because of the rush. you don't have to move to go out, there's just a wave of people. All you have to do is keep standing otherwise you'll be thrown out of the car anyway. When the door opened people started to shift around. I moved so my side was facing this old man. Suddenly a hand that came from my left side grabbed my left breast and started fondling it. I tried to look behind me, but all I could see was a man, older, dark suit, about my height- It was so unexpected that I couldn't react immediately and stunned. The surrounding area was full of darkness. Do you remember, yesterday I put on a low-neck t-shirt? Taking advantage of suitable circumstances, the old man put his hand near my cleavage. His hand slid away inside me as my t-shirt was made of flexible fabric material. His hand felt the cups of my bra and without wasting time he lifted the cups upwards as a result my two boobs got free from the cups of the bra. He started to fondle my two raw breasts. It was my first unexpected experience in public when a male touched my breasts first time in my life. I was feeling a strange sensation and my nipples got hard and erected. God knows what happened to me, just I was paralyzed as if hypnotized by his action, and it appeared as if I was encouraging him instead of protest.
The old man must have sensed it due to the hardness of my nipples, thinking that I was enjoying this. He pulled out my two breasts through the low neck of my t-shirt which popped outside. The old man made me straight to face him, and he bent down. Suddenly I felt the warm and wet tongue of his tongue on one of my nipples. Simultaneously, one of his hand crawled below my navel and found the elastic of my panties, the hand further crawled inside my panties, the fingers kept aside my pubic hairs ultimately found my outer labia, and finally, two fingers of his found way inside the inner lips of my pussy rubbing the clitoris above. Sreeleela, can you believe, I was feeling as if 1000 volts of electricity was running through my body because his tongue was continuously sucking my nipples alternatively and his inserted fingers were coming in and out of my pussy with his thumb rubbing the clitoris of mine. It was my life's first experience and suddenly the dam inside my pussy got burst and opened, my liquid started oozing out which I think he must have collected in his palm.
The moment it came out, with my left hand I squeezed his hand forcefully so that his fingers could go more deep inside my pussy and in my other hand I pulled on his face so violently towards my nipple that the poor old man had no alternative but to bite my nipple. I have still his sweet bite mark on my right nipple. The train was approaching the next station so we both withdrew from each other. Then I noticed he was slurping my liquids from his fingers. When the train started moving, slowly I started to feel it. Something hard was pushing against above my navel on my belly part. I couldn't see clearly the object in darkness, just saw the outline of a long member. I touched it, it was a hard and long meaty object. My hand encircled it and extended above to measure the breadth and length of the object. It must be 7th inches in length and was very hot. I tried to explore more and my hand found the coarse pubic hairs surrounding the so-called penis of his. Then with further exploration downwards, I felt two sagging balls under his penis and started molding those.
The old man reacted immediately with a low moan and pulled my face towards his mouth, and frantically started kissing my whole face, biting my soft lips, and probed his dirty tongue inside my mouth. Sreeleela, see the cut marks on my lips, the old bastard has violated my virgin lips. He started sucking my tongue, and you see I had also no alternative but to suck his tongue as it was another new sensation arising out of my body. I was still clutching his penis, and while clutching it, I found that the skin covering his penis could be pulled outwards and downwards. The old man whispered in my ear to pull up and down the skin of his penis. I was feeling like a small girl with a new toy. I started pulling the skin up and down by encircling my full hand on his penis. After some time, I felt His penis started throbbing in my palm, and a heavy amount of hot liquid gushed out from his penis filling my palm as well as sprayed to my t-shirt. The old man kissed me and withdrew his penis inside his pant. The next station was his destination I guessed so he moved near to the door and I couldn't see him further. My palm was full of his liquids so to clean my palm, I just rubbed my palm on my jeans. Then a bizarre thought came upon my mind, what would be the taste of that old man's cum as he had already tasted my juices so what is the harm to taste his. I just put my finger soaked with his cum inside my mouth, my goodness, it was such a bad taste, an unpleasant taste."
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Part 3
"Ohh...God! Now, I understand everything. Yesterday, after getting down the train and while returning home, I spotted a lot of watery patches in front of your t-shirt and jeans and a red cutmark on your lower lip. When I asked you about that you clarified that while you were biting an apple, and due to oversight you bit your lips. Further, you also clarified that some liquid contents might have been splashed on your dress from some jar/container carried by passengers on the train. It means you were lying to me," Sreeleela said.
In an apologetic voice, Malvika said, "My dear, really I am very sorry for telling you a lie and not revealing everything to you yesterday evening as I was feeling very nervous and scared. Even though you didn't reveal anything immediately about what happened to you on the train. I will show you my breast how that old man has made bite marks near my nipple."
"Thank God, my molester has not made any marks in my body," giggled Sreeleela.
Both the girls laughed.
"Sreeleela, by the way, although I have felt that big thing yesterday visually, I have not seen it. What did that look like of a male person? I mean, their cocks and stuff?" asked Malvika.
Sreeleela turned to look her friend full in the face.
"Malvika, haven't you ever seen a male person bare naked?" asked Sreeleela.
Malvika just stared at the ground and looked a little embarrassed. Sreeleela immediately sensed the awful truth. Malvika had never seen a male without clothes on!
"Be cool, Malvika. I have also not seen any male person naked. Seeing them with no clothes on was so different from looking at ourselves. I have a flash memory of my childhood when I must be 3 or 4 years old. My papa was taking bath and suddenly I entered into bathroom. I saw my papa naked with a big staff hanging down there with a lot of hair surrounding it. Then the next day I saw mommy when she was getting dressed and didn't have any clothes on. I mean like yeah, Mommy had boobies and a lot of hair down there, but that was all. Then I wondered why I was different from mommy and papa? Why do I have no big boobies and hair like mommy? Why do I have nothing down there like papa? I remember when I asked my doubts to my parents, they both heartily laughed and kissed me," said Sreeleela.
"But, recently just 3 days before I have seen my mom's full-frontal naked body while she was wearing her panties and bra. My God, she has big round boobies, bigger than us, must be 36 D. I couldn't see her pussy as the entire area was covered with a bush of deep black hairs," said Malvika.
"Don't worry! Someday definitely we both will witness a live cock of a male person," assured Malvika.
In the meantime, they noticed Rashmika Aunty was coming towards them with two oranges and one knife on a plate.
"Hey Girls, enjoy the fruits," she said, placed the plate near them, and left.
Sreeleela peeled the skin of one of the oranges with the knife and handed over one carpel to Malvika. She picked out one carpel and closely observed it. She slightly parted the middle of two orange portions of meat which were joined together.
Malvika noticed her action and said, "Sreeleela, what's so funny that you are seriously observing the carpel of orange."
"You see yourself and tell me what it resembles?" asked Sreeleela.
Malvika giggled and said, "What the hell! It looks like a pussy. Sreeleela, you are really a naughty bitch."
"You know, I remember a story from my childhood. A prince decided to kill a giant but the heart of the giant lies under the seven seas, under a cave guarded by ferocious dogs, then the further inside was guarded by two witches, and his heart was inside a bee which remained in a covered strong iron chest without any key and lock. The prince overcame all these obstacles to kill the bee. Like the bee, it is very difficult to reach the vagina of a woman after coming across fold after fold along with different parts inside the pussy. I can say a woman's pussy is the most mysterious thing to study," exclaimed Sreeleela.
"Although, we both are well conversant with parts of a pussy as we are also students of Biology, it is very difficult to see the inner things inside your pussy unless you take help of a small mirror. I have tried several times to see inside my pussy by widening my pussy before the mirror but I always get confused and sometimes I wonder from where my menstrual cycle comes out? From where my pee comes out? From where a baby comes out? Where a male penis enters?" said Malvika.
"Listen, my dear, if you want to reach the core of a rose flower, you have to come across petals after petals, so our core hole is the vagina which is situated in deep after crossing petals after petals, and for that, a detailed inspection is required. Now, do you understand my dear?" said Sreeleela.
Both girls were silent for several minutes contemplating the events of the train. Malvika was thinking about the penis of a male person It gave her a tight feeling down between her legs and she liked that feeling. Sreeleela was thinking about something else.
"Malvika, why don't we go swimming anyway in the swimming pool as there is enough time for lunch? We have to pass the time till lunch," proposed Sreeleela.
"But where? It is too much crowded here," asked Malvika.
"We can go to the swimming pool of our house as it is deserted. All the family members are here. We both can enjoy ourselves alone," said Sreeleela.
"Then wait, let me bring my swimming suits," replied Malvika.
"No, let it be different. We will go in without our suits," said Sreeleela.
Malvika looked over at Sreeleela and saw a very different look on her face. Something more than a look of maybe doing something that they wanted to but that their Moms had told them not to. Something primal and earthy, though Malvika was far too young and innocent to recognize it as that.
"OK. But you have to promise never to tell anybody," said Malvika.
Both their moms were engrossed in talking, sitting some way from them.
"Mom, we both are going to another building, the house of Sreeleela for a swimming as it is crowded here," Malvika sought permission from her mom.
Both the moms stopped talking and looked at their daughters.
Samantha (Malvika's mom) looked at both the girls and said, "OK dear, but ensure that both should reach here by lunch time."
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Both the girls moved towards the gap of the boundary and entered into the area of the premises of Sreeleela. They walked towards the swimming pool.
Shyly the girls began to slip out of their dresses. Even more tentatively, Malvika pulled her shirt off over her head while Sreeleela slipped her skirts down. Looking at each other briefly before looking away somewhat embarrassed, Sreeleela then took her tops off while Malvika removed her jeans. The girls had taken off their clothes in front of each other dozens of times, but each time before they had their bras and panties on underneath. They had never been naked in front of the other. And this time they would be!
They paused, each clad only in a pair of little cotton panties. Malvika's were white and Sreeleela's were pink, but otherwise, the cut was the same. They shyly glanced at each other's topless form, each noting that the other was just starting to get boobies. Both the girls had round medium-sized boobies of 32 B sizes. Neither girl was particularly well-endowed big boobies yet. Their nipples were slightly hardened encircled by small brown-colored round areolas, slightly enlarged bumps protruding from what had shortly before been like oranges, featureless chests. While requiring the support of a bra, their developing titties showed a full roundness that hinted at the promise of the glorious mammary treasures that would soon develop. A little hair had already grown in their armpits emitting a sweet odor. Simultaneously, they hooked their thumbs into the waistband of their panties and slipped them down and off. Hesitantly they glanced at each other's naked body. Particularly at the slit of flesh at the junction of their thighs. After all, neither girl had ever seen another girl naked. For each, it felt kind of nice being naked. It also felt kind of nasty. And that made it feel even better! And while their sensations could not exactly be termed lustful, each felt a slight tightening down in her little girl spot as each looked at her friend's little crevasse. And that tightening felt very nice!
The moment passed and the two girls turned and raced to the water. In moments they were yelling and splashing exactly as they had countless times before. Lost in their play, each girl soon became quite oblivious to her nakedness and that of her friend. After a considerable session of swimming, playing, and swinging on the rope, the two tired young ladies hauled themselves out of the water and stretched out on the grass beside the pool. At first, they just sat there catching their breath and relaxing after their strenuous play. But Sreeleela soon noticed that Malvika was no longer carrying her half of their conversation. She looked over at Malvika and noticed that her friend was staring at her, particularly down at her legs, or more precisely at her little slit at the junction of her legs.
"Sreeleela," Malvika began, sounding very tentative, "I thought all girls were supposed to be the same. But you're different down there than I am."
Malvika's one viewing of her mother in her childhood offered no help here. Malvika could definitely tell that Mommy had a slit-like her own, the hair that Mommy had down there obscured the fine details of her feminine apparatus. Sreeleela paused, then looked down at the slit of her sex. Then she looked at Malvika's. Malvika was right! They were different! Both their pussies were closed. Whereas Malvika had a deep long line between her legs, Sreeleela's inner line was slightly shorter than her. There was a slight fleshy bulge forcing the division of the inner line of Malvika. But, the skin on each side of her slit was not quite as full and rounded as Malvika's. Her crotch looked flattered when compared with Malvika's while Malvika's gave more of an impression of a slight mound. If she had stopped to think about that specific feature it might not have puzzled her as much as it was doing since she was a lot more slender than Malvika. But Sreeleela was not being very analytical at the moment. She was too intrigued with the actual characteristics of her friend's little vulva and how they compared with her own. Sreeleela noted that they both looked very hairy down there. Of course, both had thin pubic hair patches as the hairs were just growing out, unlike their mothers.
"Malvika? I'll let you look at me from close if I can look at you clearly," proposed Sreeleela.
With that age-old 'Show me yours and I'll show you mine' line, the two girls looked at each other and nodded their mutual assent. They shifted their positions so that they were semi-reclined, each leaning against the right leg of the other while their left legs were cocked at the knee, opening and revealing their innocent young snatches for mutual inspection. Each girl was now free to examine her friend's most special spot. Shyly each girl reached out and touched the inner thigh of the other. Each was amazed at how soft and smooth the flesh felt. So much like her own, and yet so different. It was also so neat to be able to see everything down there! One of the curses of the female anatomy is that a girl can't see the full details of her pussy. And a mirror just isn't the same.
After a few minutes of 'get acquainted' touching, each girl's explorations began to zero in towards her friend's tight sex slit. And each girl gave a little shudder of pleasure as her friend's hand closed on her vulva. They rubbed and stroked the sensitive flesh that was offered to them and took full advantage of this unique opportunity to study the details of a female pussy. Malvika's mon area had much hair, but she had small hairs by the two sides of her vulva, and Sreeleela had a small patch of hairs on her mon area but deep hairs were growing up by the sides of her vulva. They stroked the soft flesh and hairs of each other's outer labia, and in their stroking, their outer labia parted slightly the slit that ran through the middle.
Malvika's outer labia were puffy and larger whereas Sreeleela's outer labia was smaller in size than Malvika's.
"Malvika, just spread your thighs a little, I want to inspect inside of your pussy," requested Sreeleela.
"Sure dear, at the same time, you also spread a little so that simultaneously we both can inspect each other," replied Malvika.
Sreeleela spread the fleshy outer labia of Malvika at the top and found the inner lips begin from the root of her clitoris and going downwards.
"Malvika, your inner lips are long, smooth, and pinkish," said Sreeleela.
"My dear, yours are slightly shorter which are brownish-black, but your inner lips are wrinkled," replied Malvika.
Malvika found the clitoris of Sreeleela which was slightly bigger from the point where her inner lips met and formed a little hood on the above of her pussy. She touched it, it was spongy.
"Oh, that feels nice," moaned Sreeleela.
"I also found your clitoris. Yours is small like a pea," said Sreeleela.
Malvika further explored below the clitoris and deep below the clitoris, she found a small hole.
"Ohh...God, Sreeleela, I found your small pee hole. I wonder how a lot of your golden water gush out from this little hole," exclaimed Malvika.
"I also found your little pee hole just below your clitoris," said Sreeleela.
Then both of the girls explored the downwards the place where each other's inner lips ended and which was the house of the wonderful thing of a girl, vagina. The wonder hole.
"Ohhh...maa, it is pink everywhere but I could see the hole of your vagina," exclaimed Malvika.
"Same here. This is the hole from where our menstrual cycle, orgasms, and babies come out," explained Sreeleela.
"But my dear, you are forgetting one important thing. This is the hole where a male's penis enters, what we call fucking," said Malvika.
The two girls giggled because the same sentiment had been voiced by each simultaneously!
"Do you really like it?" Sreeleela asked Malvika somewhat hesitantly.
"Oh, do I! It's even better than ..."Malvika did not complete her sentence.
"Then what?" asked Sreeleela.
Malvika hesitated before replying.
"Even better than when I do it myself," she finished shyly.
"Malvika! Do you really touch yourself down there?" asked Sreeleela.
Sreeleela sounded amazed. "I thought I was the only girl who did that," she added softly.
The girls smiled at each other delighting in this little bit of shared intimacy.
"Sreeleela? Does it feel good when you do it? It does when I do," said Malvika.
"Does it ever! I love how it feels when I rub down there. It feels all nice and tingly, especially when I touch the little bump in front. Right where your finger is now," said Sreeleela.
Sreeleela gave a little shudder of delight as Malvika pressed her finger harder against the little clitoris in front of her.
Malvika loved being able to elicit this response from her friend and began rolling and rubbing Sreeleela's clit more actively. In return for this delightful stimulation, Sreeleela began to rub her hand harder and faster over the hairy flesh of Malvika's vulva. It always felt good when she did this to herself and she wanted to make her friend feel that good too. As she rubbed her middle finger slipped into the groove of Malvika's sex, Sreeleela could feel a moistness there that was just like the wetness she felt at her slit when she rubbed herself. She remembered that the first time she felt it she thought she had wet herself, but the moisture didn't smell like pee and it didn't feel like pee. It felt sort of slippery and didn't smell bad at all. Once she had even stuck out her tongue and licked a little taste of the juice from her fingers! The taste wasn't bad either! Of even greater interest to her though, even greater than the discovery that her friend got slick and wet between her legs just like she did was the discovery of a hard little bump nestled between the folds of Malvika's labia above.
"Oh, Malvika! You have a little bump down between your legs just like I do! Does it feel good when I touch it?" asked Sreeleela.
Malvika's response was delayed as she moaned with pleasure as Sreeleela began to play with her excited clitty.
Finally, Malvika replied, "Does it ever! That's where I like to touch myself the best!"
Encouraged by the knowledge that she was giving her friend the kind of pleasure that she experienced during masturbation, Sreeleela commenced rubbing Malvika with the same sort of enthusiasm and energy that she frequently applied to her pussy late at night when she was supposed to be asleep. She rubbed the inner smooth plain of Malvika's crotch and ran her fingers up and down and across Malvika's sex slit. She let her middle finger press along the length of Malvika's girl gash. In general, she tried to do everything to Malvika that she enjoyed doing to herself. It was working as Malvika's moaning and purring increased. And Sreeleela was soon moaning with pleasure as Malvika was rubbing and exploring her pussy with equal enthusiasm. Both girls had experienced the delights of orgasmic relief during their private masturbation sessions. Since each was now doing to the other exactly what she enjoyed doing to herself, not to mention the added excitement of having someone else to play with, the result was a foregone conclusion. The girls' rubbing was soon added to by a mutual squirming and thrusting of hips. The little glade in which they lay was full of young girlish voices moaning of pleasure as each was brought closer and closer to climax.
Suddenly Malvika added a new dimension to her manipulation of Sreeleela's genitals. Yesterday evening the old uncle had been slipping his finger past her outer lips and deep into her little hole while she had writhed with pleasure herself and she had enjoyed it. So, she figured that if she liked it then Sreeleela would too! Into Sreeleela's tight little sexual chamber slipped Malvika's finger, and It felt strange, different, and even a little frightening. It also felt so incredibly good! Sreeleela had let the tip of her finger probe slightly between her labia folds before. She had even slipped her finger inside her special girl hole. But just a little way and never as far as, Malvika's finger was currently probing. Sreeleela responded to the delightful invasion with an orgasmic explosion that set her limbs to twitching and quivering. Perhaps more involuntarily than by design, Sreeleela thrust her finger deeply into Malvika's little hole.
The effect was the same regardless and Malvika responded to Sreeleela's finger inside her by going over the brink into her orgasmic whirlpool. The two girls twitched and moaned their way through their orgasms, squirmed and bucking their innocent little pussies around the invading digits. Occasionally each girl would flex or wiggle their finger within the folds of her friend's hole. That just made things feel ever so much nicer. Slowly their sexual tremors subsided. Malvika turned about so that she could lie face to face next to Sreeleela. The girls were both very quiet, though there was a great deal of smiling at each other. Eye contact was made and held, then suddenly broken by an intrusion of shyness. Though neither girl could fully comprehend all the feelings that were rushing through her, each basked in their post-orgasmic afterglow and the nearness of the other's soft, naked body. Both girls had thoroughly enjoyed their mutual masturbation and yet they were both a bit uncertain as to exactly what they should do now.
"That was nice," Malvika said. Sreeleela agreed and leaned over and kissed her friend.
Despite what they had just experienced together, Malvika was at first a bit shocked. Despite the delightful sex play they had just shared, kissing on the lips seemed so erotically different! Then she leaned over and returned Sreeleela's kiss. The two girls snuggled together, very content in the warmth of the day and the tenderness of each other's arms.
"Ohh...God! Now, I understand everything. Yesterday, after getting down the train and while returning home, I spotted a lot of watery patches in front of your t-shirt and jeans and a red cutmark on your lower lip. When I asked you about that you clarified that while you were biting an apple, and due to oversight you bit your lips. Further, you also clarified that some liquid contents might have been splashed on your dress from some jar/container carried by passengers on the train. It means you were lying to me," Sreeleela said.
In an apologetic voice, Malvika said, "My dear, really I am very sorry for telling you a lie and not revealing everything to you yesterday evening as I was feeling very nervous and scared. Even though you didn't reveal anything immediately about what happened to you on the train. I will show you my breast how that old man has made bite marks near my nipple."
"Thank God, my molester has not made any marks in my body," giggled Sreeleela.
Both the girls laughed.
"Sreeleela, by the way, although I have felt that big thing yesterday visually, I have not seen it. What did that look like of a male person? I mean, their cocks and stuff?" asked Malvika.
Sreeleela turned to look her friend full in the face.
"Malvika, haven't you ever seen a male person bare naked?" asked Sreeleela.
Malvika just stared at the ground and looked a little embarrassed. Sreeleela immediately sensed the awful truth. Malvika had never seen a male without clothes on!
"Be cool, Malvika. I have also not seen any male person naked. Seeing them with no clothes on was so different from looking at ourselves. I have a flash memory of my childhood when I must be 3 or 4 years old. My papa was taking bath and suddenly I entered into bathroom. I saw my papa naked with a big staff hanging down there with a lot of hair surrounding it. Then the next day I saw mommy when she was getting dressed and didn't have any clothes on. I mean like yeah, Mommy had boobies and a lot of hair down there, but that was all. Then I wondered why I was different from mommy and papa? Why do I have no big boobies and hair like mommy? Why do I have nothing down there like papa? I remember when I asked my doubts to my parents, they both heartily laughed and kissed me," said Sreeleela.
"But, recently just 3 days before I have seen my mom's full-frontal naked body while she was wearing her panties and bra. My God, she has big round boobies, bigger than us, must be 36 D. I couldn't see her pussy as the entire area was covered with a bush of deep black hairs," said Malvika.
"Don't worry! Someday definitely we both will witness a live cock of a male person," assured Malvika.
In the meantime, they noticed Rashmika Aunty was coming towards them with two oranges and one knife on a plate.
"Hey Girls, enjoy the fruits," she said, placed the plate near them, and left.
Sreeleela peeled the skin of one of the oranges with the knife and handed over one carpel to Malvika. She picked out one carpel and closely observed it. She slightly parted the middle of two orange portions of meat which were joined together.
Malvika noticed her action and said, "Sreeleela, what's so funny that you are seriously observing the carpel of orange."
"You see yourself and tell me what it resembles?" asked Sreeleela.
Malvika giggled and said, "What the hell! It looks like a pussy. Sreeleela, you are really a naughty bitch."
"You know, I remember a story from my childhood. A prince decided to kill a giant but the heart of the giant lies under the seven seas, under a cave guarded by ferocious dogs, then the further inside was guarded by two witches, and his heart was inside a bee which remained in a covered strong iron chest without any key and lock. The prince overcame all these obstacles to kill the bee. Like the bee, it is very difficult to reach the vagina of a woman after coming across fold after fold along with different parts inside the pussy. I can say a woman's pussy is the most mysterious thing to study," exclaimed Sreeleela.
"Although, we both are well conversant with parts of a pussy as we are also students of Biology, it is very difficult to see the inner things inside your pussy unless you take help of a small mirror. I have tried several times to see inside my pussy by widening my pussy before the mirror but I always get confused and sometimes I wonder from where my menstrual cycle comes out? From where my pee comes out? From where a baby comes out? Where a male penis enters?" said Malvika.
"Listen, my dear, if you want to reach the core of a rose flower, you have to come across petals after petals, so our core hole is the vagina which is situated in deep after crossing petals after petals, and for that, a detailed inspection is required. Now, do you understand my dear?" said Sreeleela.
Both girls were silent for several minutes contemplating the events of the train. Malvika was thinking about the penis of a male person It gave her a tight feeling down between her legs and she liked that feeling. Sreeleela was thinking about something else.
"Malvika, why don't we go swimming anyway in the swimming pool as there is enough time for lunch? We have to pass the time till lunch," proposed Sreeleela.
"But where? It is too much crowded here," asked Malvika.
"We can go to the swimming pool of our house as it is deserted. All the family members are here. We both can enjoy ourselves alone," said Sreeleela.
"Then wait, let me bring my swimming suits," replied Malvika.
"No, let it be different. We will go in without our suits," said Sreeleela.
Malvika looked over at Sreeleela and saw a very different look on her face. Something more than a look of maybe doing something that they wanted to but that their Moms had told them not to. Something primal and earthy, though Malvika was far too young and innocent to recognize it as that.
"OK. But you have to promise never to tell anybody," said Malvika.
Both their moms were engrossed in talking, sitting some way from them.
"Mom, we both are going to another building, the house of Sreeleela for a swimming as it is crowded here," Malvika sought permission from her mom.
Both the moms stopped talking and looked at their daughters.
Samantha (Malvika's mom) looked at both the girls and said, "OK dear, but ensure that both should reach here by lunch time."
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Both the girls moved towards the gap of the boundary and entered into the area of the premises of Sreeleela. They walked towards the swimming pool.
Shyly the girls began to slip out of their dresses. Even more tentatively, Malvika pulled her shirt off over her head while Sreeleela slipped her skirts down. Looking at each other briefly before looking away somewhat embarrassed, Sreeleela then took her tops off while Malvika removed her jeans. The girls had taken off their clothes in front of each other dozens of times, but each time before they had their bras and panties on underneath. They had never been naked in front of the other. And this time they would be!
They paused, each clad only in a pair of little cotton panties. Malvika's were white and Sreeleela's were pink, but otherwise, the cut was the same. They shyly glanced at each other's topless form, each noting that the other was just starting to get boobies. Both the girls had round medium-sized boobies of 32 B sizes. Neither girl was particularly well-endowed big boobies yet. Their nipples were slightly hardened encircled by small brown-colored round areolas, slightly enlarged bumps protruding from what had shortly before been like oranges, featureless chests. While requiring the support of a bra, their developing titties showed a full roundness that hinted at the promise of the glorious mammary treasures that would soon develop. A little hair had already grown in their armpits emitting a sweet odor. Simultaneously, they hooked their thumbs into the waistband of their panties and slipped them down and off. Hesitantly they glanced at each other's naked body. Particularly at the slit of flesh at the junction of their thighs. After all, neither girl had ever seen another girl naked. For each, it felt kind of nice being naked. It also felt kind of nasty. And that made it feel even better! And while their sensations could not exactly be termed lustful, each felt a slight tightening down in her little girl spot as each looked at her friend's little crevasse. And that tightening felt very nice!
The moment passed and the two girls turned and raced to the water. In moments they were yelling and splashing exactly as they had countless times before. Lost in their play, each girl soon became quite oblivious to her nakedness and that of her friend. After a considerable session of swimming, playing, and swinging on the rope, the two tired young ladies hauled themselves out of the water and stretched out on the grass beside the pool. At first, they just sat there catching their breath and relaxing after their strenuous play. But Sreeleela soon noticed that Malvika was no longer carrying her half of their conversation. She looked over at Malvika and noticed that her friend was staring at her, particularly down at her legs, or more precisely at her little slit at the junction of her legs.
"Sreeleela," Malvika began, sounding very tentative, "I thought all girls were supposed to be the same. But you're different down there than I am."
Malvika's one viewing of her mother in her childhood offered no help here. Malvika could definitely tell that Mommy had a slit-like her own, the hair that Mommy had down there obscured the fine details of her feminine apparatus. Sreeleela paused, then looked down at the slit of her sex. Then she looked at Malvika's. Malvika was right! They were different! Both their pussies were closed. Whereas Malvika had a deep long line between her legs, Sreeleela's inner line was slightly shorter than her. There was a slight fleshy bulge forcing the division of the inner line of Malvika. But, the skin on each side of her slit was not quite as full and rounded as Malvika's. Her crotch looked flattered when compared with Malvika's while Malvika's gave more of an impression of a slight mound. If she had stopped to think about that specific feature it might not have puzzled her as much as it was doing since she was a lot more slender than Malvika. But Sreeleela was not being very analytical at the moment. She was too intrigued with the actual characteristics of her friend's little vulva and how they compared with her own. Sreeleela noted that they both looked very hairy down there. Of course, both had thin pubic hair patches as the hairs were just growing out, unlike their mothers.
"Malvika? I'll let you look at me from close if I can look at you clearly," proposed Sreeleela.
With that age-old 'Show me yours and I'll show you mine' line, the two girls looked at each other and nodded their mutual assent. They shifted their positions so that they were semi-reclined, each leaning against the right leg of the other while their left legs were cocked at the knee, opening and revealing their innocent young snatches for mutual inspection. Each girl was now free to examine her friend's most special spot. Shyly each girl reached out and touched the inner thigh of the other. Each was amazed at how soft and smooth the flesh felt. So much like her own, and yet so different. It was also so neat to be able to see everything down there! One of the curses of the female anatomy is that a girl can't see the full details of her pussy. And a mirror just isn't the same.
After a few minutes of 'get acquainted' touching, each girl's explorations began to zero in towards her friend's tight sex slit. And each girl gave a little shudder of pleasure as her friend's hand closed on her vulva. They rubbed and stroked the sensitive flesh that was offered to them and took full advantage of this unique opportunity to study the details of a female pussy. Malvika's mon area had much hair, but she had small hairs by the two sides of her vulva, and Sreeleela had a small patch of hairs on her mon area but deep hairs were growing up by the sides of her vulva. They stroked the soft flesh and hairs of each other's outer labia, and in their stroking, their outer labia parted slightly the slit that ran through the middle.
Malvika's outer labia were puffy and larger whereas Sreeleela's outer labia was smaller in size than Malvika's.
"Malvika, just spread your thighs a little, I want to inspect inside of your pussy," requested Sreeleela.
"Sure dear, at the same time, you also spread a little so that simultaneously we both can inspect each other," replied Malvika.
Sreeleela spread the fleshy outer labia of Malvika at the top and found the inner lips begin from the root of her clitoris and going downwards.
"Malvika, your inner lips are long, smooth, and pinkish," said Sreeleela.
"My dear, yours are slightly shorter which are brownish-black, but your inner lips are wrinkled," replied Malvika.
Malvika found the clitoris of Sreeleela which was slightly bigger from the point where her inner lips met and formed a little hood on the above of her pussy. She touched it, it was spongy.
"Oh, that feels nice," moaned Sreeleela.
"I also found your clitoris. Yours is small like a pea," said Sreeleela.
Malvika further explored below the clitoris and deep below the clitoris, she found a small hole.
"Ohh...God, Sreeleela, I found your small pee hole. I wonder how a lot of your golden water gush out from this little hole," exclaimed Malvika.
"I also found your little pee hole just below your clitoris," said Sreeleela.
Then both of the girls explored the downwards the place where each other's inner lips ended and which was the house of the wonderful thing of a girl, vagina. The wonder hole.
"Ohhh...maa, it is pink everywhere but I could see the hole of your vagina," exclaimed Malvika.
"Same here. This is the hole from where our menstrual cycle, orgasms, and babies come out," explained Sreeleela.
"But my dear, you are forgetting one important thing. This is the hole where a male's penis enters, what we call fucking," said Malvika.
The two girls giggled because the same sentiment had been voiced by each simultaneously!
"Do you really like it?" Sreeleela asked Malvika somewhat hesitantly.
"Oh, do I! It's even better than ..."Malvika did not complete her sentence.
"Then what?" asked Sreeleela.
Malvika hesitated before replying.
"Even better than when I do it myself," she finished shyly.
"Malvika! Do you really touch yourself down there?" asked Sreeleela.
Sreeleela sounded amazed. "I thought I was the only girl who did that," she added softly.
The girls smiled at each other delighting in this little bit of shared intimacy.
"Sreeleela? Does it feel good when you do it? It does when I do," said Malvika.
"Does it ever! I love how it feels when I rub down there. It feels all nice and tingly, especially when I touch the little bump in front. Right where your finger is now," said Sreeleela.
Sreeleela gave a little shudder of delight as Malvika pressed her finger harder against the little clitoris in front of her.
Malvika loved being able to elicit this response from her friend and began rolling and rubbing Sreeleela's clit more actively. In return for this delightful stimulation, Sreeleela began to rub her hand harder and faster over the hairy flesh of Malvika's vulva. It always felt good when she did this to herself and she wanted to make her friend feel that good too. As she rubbed her middle finger slipped into the groove of Malvika's sex, Sreeleela could feel a moistness there that was just like the wetness she felt at her slit when she rubbed herself. She remembered that the first time she felt it she thought she had wet herself, but the moisture didn't smell like pee and it didn't feel like pee. It felt sort of slippery and didn't smell bad at all. Once she had even stuck out her tongue and licked a little taste of the juice from her fingers! The taste wasn't bad either! Of even greater interest to her though, even greater than the discovery that her friend got slick and wet between her legs just like she did was the discovery of a hard little bump nestled between the folds of Malvika's labia above.
"Oh, Malvika! You have a little bump down between your legs just like I do! Does it feel good when I touch it?" asked Sreeleela.
Malvika's response was delayed as she moaned with pleasure as Sreeleela began to play with her excited clitty.
Finally, Malvika replied, "Does it ever! That's where I like to touch myself the best!"
Encouraged by the knowledge that she was giving her friend the kind of pleasure that she experienced during masturbation, Sreeleela commenced rubbing Malvika with the same sort of enthusiasm and energy that she frequently applied to her pussy late at night when she was supposed to be asleep. She rubbed the inner smooth plain of Malvika's crotch and ran her fingers up and down and across Malvika's sex slit. She let her middle finger press along the length of Malvika's girl gash. In general, she tried to do everything to Malvika that she enjoyed doing to herself. It was working as Malvika's moaning and purring increased. And Sreeleela was soon moaning with pleasure as Malvika was rubbing and exploring her pussy with equal enthusiasm. Both girls had experienced the delights of orgasmic relief during their private masturbation sessions. Since each was now doing to the other exactly what she enjoyed doing to herself, not to mention the added excitement of having someone else to play with, the result was a foregone conclusion. The girls' rubbing was soon added to by a mutual squirming and thrusting of hips. The little glade in which they lay was full of young girlish voices moaning of pleasure as each was brought closer and closer to climax.
Suddenly Malvika added a new dimension to her manipulation of Sreeleela's genitals. Yesterday evening the old uncle had been slipping his finger past her outer lips and deep into her little hole while she had writhed with pleasure herself and she had enjoyed it. So, she figured that if she liked it then Sreeleela would too! Into Sreeleela's tight little sexual chamber slipped Malvika's finger, and It felt strange, different, and even a little frightening. It also felt so incredibly good! Sreeleela had let the tip of her finger probe slightly between her labia folds before. She had even slipped her finger inside her special girl hole. But just a little way and never as far as, Malvika's finger was currently probing. Sreeleela responded to the delightful invasion with an orgasmic explosion that set her limbs to twitching and quivering. Perhaps more involuntarily than by design, Sreeleela thrust her finger deeply into Malvika's little hole.
The effect was the same regardless and Malvika responded to Sreeleela's finger inside her by going over the brink into her orgasmic whirlpool. The two girls twitched and moaned their way through their orgasms, squirmed and bucking their innocent little pussies around the invading digits. Occasionally each girl would flex or wiggle their finger within the folds of her friend's hole. That just made things feel ever so much nicer. Slowly their sexual tremors subsided. Malvika turned about so that she could lie face to face next to Sreeleela. The girls were both very quiet, though there was a great deal of smiling at each other. Eye contact was made and held, then suddenly broken by an intrusion of shyness. Though neither girl could fully comprehend all the feelings that were rushing through her, each basked in their post-orgasmic afterglow and the nearness of the other's soft, naked body. Both girls had thoroughly enjoyed their mutual masturbation and yet they were both a bit uncertain as to exactly what they should do now.
"That was nice," Malvika said. Sreeleela agreed and leaned over and kissed her friend.
Despite what they had just experienced together, Malvika was at first a bit shocked. Despite the delightful sex play they had just shared, kissing on the lips seemed so erotically different! Then she leaned over and returned Sreeleela's kiss. The two girls snuggled together, very content in the warmth of the day and the tenderness of each other's arms.
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Part 4
After some moments, Malvika said, "Sreeleela, it is very risky here being naked in open. Why don't we go to your room so that we can have some cold drinks as I am feeling thirsty?"
"That's a good idea," replied Sreeleela.
Both the girls put on their dresses and moved towards Sreeleela's room.
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Ramu was a poor manual worker living in a slum area, a middle-aged man of 42 years old, looking ugly and rugged with his black color body. He had his wife with two kids. It was a curse for him to be a poor man who had a family to survive, it was his duty to feed them. His wife was also helping to run the family by doing helping hands as a maid in different households. Ramu would do all types of manual works starting from gardening, digging the earth, road construction works, building construction works, and all types of odd manual works. For so many years, he was assigned to do the gardening job of both the Mukherjee and Chatterjee households in a week, and later on, he had a job of clearing bushes/shrubs and stagnant water from the backside of both the buildings once in a month to prevent growing of flies and mosquitoes. While working in the garden, he would always be fascinated with so fair like white and beautiful women living in two buildings. He would glance at them from a distance with a sigh in his heart. He would also notice the 5 years aged small daughters who resembled little dolls (Sreeleela and Malvika) of the two buildings playing in the portico, and sometimes they would run near to him watching his garden work. In course of time, those two dolls had grown into beautiful young girls, and he knew their names. None of the members of the households would talk to him as his works were confined outward only. Both the old men, heads of the buildings would pay him his wages immediately for which he was always happy to do all kinds of odd jobs in the two buildings.
Today was his monthly assignment to clear the shrubs from the backside of the two buildings. From morning he had been toiling hard to clear all the shrubs, bushes, and stagnant water from the backside of Mukherjee building. After finishing that side, he had just started the backside of the Chatterjee building. He had cleared half of his job. It was afternoon, Ramu was in the bare body with a lungi (Indian garment worn in the waist by a male) which was folded from his knee to waist. He was sweating profusely in his entire black body, with the garden spade in his hand. There were much dense wild plants and shrubs just near the boundary of the building. He thought to clear those first, and he went near the boundary.
Just out of curiosity, he raised his head above. There was a wider window, and the curtain was raised. The floor and the wide window were built in such a way that an outer person could view the entire room clearly near the side of the boundary. Ramu could see a very nice, well painted, well-furnished bedroom with a big couch covered with a purple bedsheet, pillows along with costly cushions, and a big TV. He could see every object of the room very clearly from the boundary as it must be approximately 10 to 12 meters distant from where he stood. Ramu envied these rich people and their living style which was a dream for a poor guy like him, he again cursed his fate, but came to reality immediately and resumed his work.
Sreeleela's room was situated upstairs of the house in the backside near to the end of their boundary wall. The room had a wide and big window through which natural air passes into the room from the backside of the building as there was a vacant place on the backside of the building.
Both the girls entered the bedroom of Sreeleela.
"Malvika, just wait. Let me bring some cold drinks from the fridge," said Sreeleela.
In the meantime, Sreeleela entered the room with two bottles of cold drinks.
Sreeleela said, "Dear Malvika, still there is enough time left for lunch, now it is only 10.30 A.M. and I think lunch will not be served before 2.00 P.M. So to pass the time, why can't we have a second session of what we did at the swimming pool."
"Sure," replied Malvika.
They kissed each other passionately, without any hesitation as Sreeleela's fingers made their way up her back to take gentle hold of her hair. Malvika sighed happily as Sreeleela's tongue entered her mouth, and she pressed her slender body against her as Malvika held her. All too soon, though, Malvika pulled away slightly, and Sreeleela playfully grasped her tongue with her lips as she moved towards her neck.
The kisses that Sreeleela placed up her sensitive skin made Malvika giggle, but at the same time, Malvika could feel herself practically melting in her arms as Sreeleela made her way down her neck. In response, Malvika tilted her head to one side and began to untuck her T-shirt from her jeans before running her small hands up and over Sreeleela's flat stomach to slowly and carefully cup her firm breasts.
Sreeleela let out a quick little gasp as Malvika moved her fingers closer together, savoring the sensation of her tender skin beneath her hands before allowing Sreeleela the sensation of having her nipples squeezed.
"Harder," she breathed in Malvika's ear and gave her earlobe a gentle nibble.
Ramu was totally involved in his work with the scorching sun of the afternoon, his whole bare body sweating and drips of sweat were falling on earth from his muscular body. Suddenly he had a strong urge to pee. Without seeing anywhere, he just ran towards the shrubs near the boundary just below the window unaware of the fact that two girls had already entered there. After finishing his peeing, he could hear the girls' voices coming from above. Out of curiosity, he hid in the wild plants and shrubs so that the girls could not see him but he could see them clearly as his standing place was hardly 10 to 12 meters from the window. Now, he could see the two girls very clearly standing near the coach, they were Sreeleela and Malvika, the young daughters of the two buildings whom he had been seeing from their childhood and now growing into becoming young women. In his life, it was the first time he was witnessing the lip lock of two girls which appeared to be odd to him being an ordinary person unaware of lesbianism. The conversation and moaning of two girls made him believe that something wrong was going in the room, and he found a suitable place amongst the shrubs for a better view and put his ears attentively to listen to their talks.
Malvika suppressed a giggle and gave Sreeleela's neck a soft kiss before she felt her gently pull her head back to face her. There was a look of pure adolescent lust in her dark eyes that Malvika still found so hard to resist, and she pressed her lips firmly against hers. She felt Sreeleela's tongue once again probe her mouth, caressing her tongue, as she tried to suck it into her mouth. Malvika continued teasing her, though, by not allowing Sreeleela to take her tongue into her mouth, and by not bringing her fingers together with enough pressure to satisfy her. Sreeleela soon retaliated by sucking hard against her mouth, and taking twin handfuls of her little ass cheeks, and squeezing hard. Sreeleela then began pulling Malvika up slightly, and leaning her head back so that Malvika had to stand uncomfortably on her toes to kiss her properly.
"Hey!" Malvika giggled as Sreeleela pulled away once more and took a step back, "No fair!"
Sreeleela smiled mischievously and brushed Malvika's hair from her eyes, "Turnabout is fair play, little girl," she replied, taking Malvika's hands before walking back towards the couch and sitting down.
"I'm sorry," Malvika said with a pout, trying not to smile too much, "But sometimes I just can't help myself..."
"Don't worry," Sreeleela purred, and kissed both her hands in turn, "I like it when you're naughty!"
Malvika smiled and glanced at the floor, feeling a little embarrassed by her comment as Sreeleela let go of her free.
"Wait, I am showing you a new thing," said Sreeleela and picked out a small packet with a picture of a naked couple in the cover from the drawer of her study table.
"What's this?" asked Malvika in a surprising tone.
"You fool, this is an empty condom pocket, I found it in our waste bin, most probably papa might have thrown it there. I just kept it out of my curiosity," said Sreeleela.
"Hi... hi... hi," Malvika made a sly smile and said, "That means, Uncle and Aunty are still enjoying their lives."
"What do you think? Your parents are not enjoying it!" replied Sreeleela with a smile.
"Only, we are not enjoying that pleasure," said Malvika.
"Right, we both should enjoy our sexual pleasures whenever any opportunity comes," said Sreeleela.
"But first, I have to get you ready," said Sreeleela.
"Oh?" Malvika inquired innocently as Sreeleela took her hand and stood up.
"I think you'll enjoy the warm-up, though," Sreeleela said softly, running her fingers over the side of Malvika's face, down to her neck and collar bone, "Unless of course, you want to call it all off..."
"No way!" Malvika giggled before gasped as her fingers traced a line between Malvika's perky little breasts causing her to arch her back in anticipation.
"Good," Sreeleela purred, reaching underneath Malvika's shirt before slowly moving her hands upwards, bringing her shirt with her.
Malvika watched with interest as Sreeleela stopped short of her tits, instead of taking hold of her T-shirt instead, carefully bringing it up and over Malvika's head. Malvika shook out the static from her hair and smiled as Sreeleela appraised her partial nakedness.
"You're so cute..." Malvika heard Sreeleela mutter under her breath, before unsnapping her bra and sliding it off her shoulders to reveal her hardened nipples, "I could just gobble you up!"
Malvika looked shyly up at Sreeleela and placed her arms behind her back as to give Sreeleela an uninterrupted view.
"Don't let me stop you," Malvika said softly, enjoying the hunger that she could see so plainly in Sreeleela's eyes.
Sreeleela kissed Malvika, tasting herself on the other girl's lips, making the gesture all the more erotic. Her hands cupped Malvika's small, teardrop-shaped breasts and squeezed them gently. Then she dragged her mouth from the cool lips she enjoyed feeling against hers and dipped her head, flicking her tongue over Malvika's hard, rose-colored nipple. Sreeleela smiled, putting her hands behind Malvika's back before leaning in to take one of her small pink nipples in her mouth and began suckling at it as she took a firm hold of Malvika's adolescent bottom.
Malvika brought back her hands as Sreeleela began sucking her entire breast into her mouth, and took twin handfuls of her soft black hair.
"Oh, Sreeleela... Yes!" was all that Malvika could utter as Sreeleela's tongue played across her nipple teasingly before her teeth gave it a gentle nibble, causing her to give into Sreeleela's touch completely.
Malvika closed her eyes tightly and just enjoyed the sensation as Sreeleela turned her around and sat her down on the couch. Malvika gasped slightly as her breast came free from her mouth, and Malvika felt the cooler air upon it.
"You're making me ridiculously wet," Malvika said in a lusty tone.
Sreeleela grinned up at her. "Thank God I'm not the only one with damp panties." Her tone turned playful as she added, "Oh wait. You're not wearing panties."
Malvika laughed. A light, airy sound laced with anticipation.
"Lay down," Sreeleela said softly, and Malvika looked up at her as she complied.
Sreeleela was smiling a little nervously, but wasted no time and was almost immediately running her tongue in a slow pattern around Malvika's opposite breast, spiralling towards her waiting nipple.
Meanwhile, Malvika could feel Sreeleela's hand upon her thigh as she knelt causing Malvika to spread her legs invitingly.
"Mmm!" Malvika heard Sreeleela moan as her fingers moved over Malvika's leg and felt the warmth of her pussy just beyond her jeans, "You are so sensitive!"
"Only for you," Malvika promised teasingly and took a handful of her hair so that she could coax her a little lower.
"Promises promises..." Sreeleela muttered with a smile, as she looked into Malvika's eyes before running her tongue slowly down Malvika's chest and over her stomach.
"Well, so long as you promise to do a little more with your tongue than just tease," Malvika giggled.
"Don't worry," Sreeleela chuckled, giving her navel a passionate kiss before moving over to the side of the couch so that Sreeleela could be between her legs, "I still have plans for you, little girl."
Malvika then felt Sreeleela take hold of the waistband of her jeans before slowly tugging and pulling them downwards. She watched intently as Sreeleela kissed her way down farther, tasting each bit of skin that she exposed, and causing her breathing to become a little more labored.
But just as Sreeleela caught a glimpse of her sparse black pubic hair, Malvika sat up long enough to reach over and pull Sreeleela's tops up and off of her.
"Hey, no sense trying to stop me now," Malvika replied teasingly, "You should know better than that..."
Malvika grinned broadly and kissed Sreeleela on the forehead before lying back down.
"Just evening up the odds," Malvika answered sweetly, "But I wouldn't dream of asking you to stop now."
"Good!" Sreeleela chuckled as she began taking her panties down along with her jeans, and resumed
running her tongue through her pubic hair. But just before Sreeleela reached her clit, she stopped
and looked up at Malvika once again. "Malvika," she inquired thoughtfully, "Have you ever considered shaving?"
"But I do with cream for my legs," Malvika answered, not quite catching on.
"Um, that's not quite what I meant," Sreeleela said with a sly smile, "I meant down here..."
With that, Sreeleela yanked her jeans and panties down a few inches farther before running her tongue down and over her clit, causing Malvika to gasp out a long breath.
"Oh! Mmm!" Malvika stammered, taking hold of Sreeleela's hair somewhat roughly as the sensation went straight to her brain, "But that's so! So!"
"Naughty?" inquired Sreeleela playfully, circling Malvika's clit with her talented tongue, and making it harden in anticipation.
"Yes!" Malvika gasped under her breath as she arched her back against the building sensation, and Sreeleela took advantage of the moment by relieving her of her jeans entirely, leaving her naked except for her panties.
Malvika then felt Sreeleela's tongue trace a line along her panty line, teasing her as she moved down a little to trace a line across each of her inner thighs where they met her panties. In response, Malvika found herself moaning in anticipation, and squirming a little as her body ached for more intimate attention, as Sreeleela began kissing her way down one thigh and back up the other.
"So," Sreeleela inquired between the kisses that sent chills through her, "Have you thought about it?"
"A-About what?!" Malvika gasped, twirling Sreeleela's hair around her fingers and inadvertently tugging at it.
"About shaving," Sreeleela purred seductively and kissed her pubic area through her panties.
"I... Oh, no!" Malvika replied as she arched her back, the dampness of her panties becoming a testament to her state of mind.
"Ohh, but why not?" Sreeleela teasingly pouted, before tonguing her clit with just enough pressure for Malvika to feel it through her remaining garment.
"Hey, Mmm... I didn't say that I, Ohh! I wouldn't," Malvika assured her between moans and sighs as she moved her legs as far apart as they'd go.
"Oh, I think it would suit you quite nicely!" Sreeleela chuckled as Malvika ran her hands back down the sides of Sreeleela's face, and taking some small pleasure in the cool softness of her skin.
"I don't know, though," Malvika replied doubtfully as Sreeleela turned her head and kissed her fingertips.
"It's just a thought," Sreeleela said with a smile, running her fingers along Malvika's inner thigh up to the waistband of her panties and slowly pulling them down.
Malvika let her head fall back once again and sighed contentedly as Sreeleela kissed her exposed pubic hair, and ran her tongue in a random pattern through it, always carefully avoiding her needful clit. Soon, though, as Malvika squirmed beneath her adolescent tongue, Sreeleela pulled Malvika's panties down and had to shuffle a little to slide them off her legs. Once that was done, Sreeleela began kissing her way back up, kissing Malvika's legs in an alternating pattern. All the while Malvika gasped a squealed with delight, desperately wishing that Sreeleela would quit teasing her.
Ramu had never seen such a beautiful naked girl in his life, the first time he was witnessing a fully naked young girl like Malvika. He could see every part of Malvika clearly. Malvika's glorious small round breasts swayed and jiggled with each move. Her small breasts hung from the lean chest before her, offering him a different view of them. They were not the spheres they normally seemed. Suspended from her chest, they were more like slightly elliptical inverted domes, capped with the jutting of her hard puffed nipples and their surrounding abundant areolas. Her areolas were small and pink. Ramu watched every nuance of her sensuousness that seemed to flow from every step - her full hips, the curve of her back, the bounce of her fine ass. This girl was all his, he imagined. Ramu loved it! he felt a stirring in his loins that went deeper than the roots of his cock. This was a full-body rash. The moment was a creation of wonder. Ramu could see her smooth well-shaped legs and between them, she had a slit smaller than his wife. His wife had the big slit covered with jungles of hair which did not appeal to him because everything merged in black color. But here he was witnessing a small slit with less hair, a small black patch in a pure white land, he could see the puffy vulva of this small girl and everything pink inside. Ohh, he, a poor man was much blessed by God who had made his day. His black cock was uncontrollable, it had grown very long and was throbbing up and down. He was seeing the girls intently, and his left hand was touching his cock, slowly he was pulling the foreskin of his cock up and down.
"Ohh! Sreeleela!" Malvika gasped as she kissed around her pussy, "Please! Please! Please! Lick me! Lick me now!"
"Lick you? Lick you in which place, where, little girl?" Sreeleela inquired with a broad grin and began tracing her tongue just around her swollen pussy lips, avoiding them as Sreeleela held her legs apart with her strong hands.
"Ohh! I... I...I," came Malvika's stammered reply, as the feeling of need in her groin became stronger and stronger.
"Say it!" Sreeleela demanded in her most stern voice, "Say it, little girl, or you'll get nothing..."
"My cunt!" Malvika cried, almost too loudly, no longer caring if their parents suddenly stormed the room to see what was happening.
Sreeleela chuckled to herself as Malvika quivered about and her body shivered with anticipation. Malvika then felt her wet tongue trace a line up one of her inner labia and down the other, causing her to emit a long moan of pent-up frustration.
"Mmm... Oh, sree," Malvika moaned, "Please, taste me. I need to feel your tongue inside me..."
In response, Sreeleela smiled and pushed open Malvika's pussy lips with her long fingers before moving her face in close. Encouraged, Sreeleela used the pads of two fingers to massage Malvika's clit, rubbing her in a slow, circular motion as her tongue explored Malvika's cool flesh. Other than a faint hint of perfume, Malvika didn't have a particular smell to her. And while her skin was snowy in color and temperature, it responded to Sreeleela's touch just as a human would. The pale color took on a soft pink tinge as Sreeleela continued to lick and massage, and it heated a degree or two and stayed moist with Malvika's arousal and Sreeleela's attentiveness.
"Oooh! It's all pink inside!" Sreeleela said giggling teasingly, "Just like your panties!"
After some moments, Malvika said, "Sreeleela, it is very risky here being naked in open. Why don't we go to your room so that we can have some cold drinks as I am feeling thirsty?"
"That's a good idea," replied Sreeleela.
Both the girls put on their dresses and moved towards Sreeleela's room.
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Ramu was a poor manual worker living in a slum area, a middle-aged man of 42 years old, looking ugly and rugged with his black color body. He had his wife with two kids. It was a curse for him to be a poor man who had a family to survive, it was his duty to feed them. His wife was also helping to run the family by doing helping hands as a maid in different households. Ramu would do all types of manual works starting from gardening, digging the earth, road construction works, building construction works, and all types of odd manual works. For so many years, he was assigned to do the gardening job of both the Mukherjee and Chatterjee households in a week, and later on, he had a job of clearing bushes/shrubs and stagnant water from the backside of both the buildings once in a month to prevent growing of flies and mosquitoes. While working in the garden, he would always be fascinated with so fair like white and beautiful women living in two buildings. He would glance at them from a distance with a sigh in his heart. He would also notice the 5 years aged small daughters who resembled little dolls (Sreeleela and Malvika) of the two buildings playing in the portico, and sometimes they would run near to him watching his garden work. In course of time, those two dolls had grown into beautiful young girls, and he knew their names. None of the members of the households would talk to him as his works were confined outward only. Both the old men, heads of the buildings would pay him his wages immediately for which he was always happy to do all kinds of odd jobs in the two buildings.
Today was his monthly assignment to clear the shrubs from the backside of the two buildings. From morning he had been toiling hard to clear all the shrubs, bushes, and stagnant water from the backside of Mukherjee building. After finishing that side, he had just started the backside of the Chatterjee building. He had cleared half of his job. It was afternoon, Ramu was in the bare body with a lungi (Indian garment worn in the waist by a male) which was folded from his knee to waist. He was sweating profusely in his entire black body, with the garden spade in his hand. There were much dense wild plants and shrubs just near the boundary of the building. He thought to clear those first, and he went near the boundary.
Just out of curiosity, he raised his head above. There was a wider window, and the curtain was raised. The floor and the wide window were built in such a way that an outer person could view the entire room clearly near the side of the boundary. Ramu could see a very nice, well painted, well-furnished bedroom with a big couch covered with a purple bedsheet, pillows along with costly cushions, and a big TV. He could see every object of the room very clearly from the boundary as it must be approximately 10 to 12 meters distant from where he stood. Ramu envied these rich people and their living style which was a dream for a poor guy like him, he again cursed his fate, but came to reality immediately and resumed his work.
Sreeleela's room was situated upstairs of the house in the backside near to the end of their boundary wall. The room had a wide and big window through which natural air passes into the room from the backside of the building as there was a vacant place on the backside of the building.
Both the girls entered the bedroom of Sreeleela.
"Malvika, just wait. Let me bring some cold drinks from the fridge," said Sreeleela.
In the meantime, Sreeleela entered the room with two bottles of cold drinks.
Sreeleela said, "Dear Malvika, still there is enough time left for lunch, now it is only 10.30 A.M. and I think lunch will not be served before 2.00 P.M. So to pass the time, why can't we have a second session of what we did at the swimming pool."
"Sure," replied Malvika.
They kissed each other passionately, without any hesitation as Sreeleela's fingers made their way up her back to take gentle hold of her hair. Malvika sighed happily as Sreeleela's tongue entered her mouth, and she pressed her slender body against her as Malvika held her. All too soon, though, Malvika pulled away slightly, and Sreeleela playfully grasped her tongue with her lips as she moved towards her neck.
The kisses that Sreeleela placed up her sensitive skin made Malvika giggle, but at the same time, Malvika could feel herself practically melting in her arms as Sreeleela made her way down her neck. In response, Malvika tilted her head to one side and began to untuck her T-shirt from her jeans before running her small hands up and over Sreeleela's flat stomach to slowly and carefully cup her firm breasts.
Sreeleela let out a quick little gasp as Malvika moved her fingers closer together, savoring the sensation of her tender skin beneath her hands before allowing Sreeleela the sensation of having her nipples squeezed.
"Harder," she breathed in Malvika's ear and gave her earlobe a gentle nibble.
Ramu was totally involved in his work with the scorching sun of the afternoon, his whole bare body sweating and drips of sweat were falling on earth from his muscular body. Suddenly he had a strong urge to pee. Without seeing anywhere, he just ran towards the shrubs near the boundary just below the window unaware of the fact that two girls had already entered there. After finishing his peeing, he could hear the girls' voices coming from above. Out of curiosity, he hid in the wild plants and shrubs so that the girls could not see him but he could see them clearly as his standing place was hardly 10 to 12 meters from the window. Now, he could see the two girls very clearly standing near the coach, they were Sreeleela and Malvika, the young daughters of the two buildings whom he had been seeing from their childhood and now growing into becoming young women. In his life, it was the first time he was witnessing the lip lock of two girls which appeared to be odd to him being an ordinary person unaware of lesbianism. The conversation and moaning of two girls made him believe that something wrong was going in the room, and he found a suitable place amongst the shrubs for a better view and put his ears attentively to listen to their talks.
Malvika suppressed a giggle and gave Sreeleela's neck a soft kiss before she felt her gently pull her head back to face her. There was a look of pure adolescent lust in her dark eyes that Malvika still found so hard to resist, and she pressed her lips firmly against hers. She felt Sreeleela's tongue once again probe her mouth, caressing her tongue, as she tried to suck it into her mouth. Malvika continued teasing her, though, by not allowing Sreeleela to take her tongue into her mouth, and by not bringing her fingers together with enough pressure to satisfy her. Sreeleela soon retaliated by sucking hard against her mouth, and taking twin handfuls of her little ass cheeks, and squeezing hard. Sreeleela then began pulling Malvika up slightly, and leaning her head back so that Malvika had to stand uncomfortably on her toes to kiss her properly.
"Hey!" Malvika giggled as Sreeleela pulled away once more and took a step back, "No fair!"
Sreeleela smiled mischievously and brushed Malvika's hair from her eyes, "Turnabout is fair play, little girl," she replied, taking Malvika's hands before walking back towards the couch and sitting down.
"I'm sorry," Malvika said with a pout, trying not to smile too much, "But sometimes I just can't help myself..."
"Don't worry," Sreeleela purred, and kissed both her hands in turn, "I like it when you're naughty!"
Malvika smiled and glanced at the floor, feeling a little embarrassed by her comment as Sreeleela let go of her free.
"Wait, I am showing you a new thing," said Sreeleela and picked out a small packet with a picture of a naked couple in the cover from the drawer of her study table.
"What's this?" asked Malvika in a surprising tone.
"You fool, this is an empty condom pocket, I found it in our waste bin, most probably papa might have thrown it there. I just kept it out of my curiosity," said Sreeleela.
"Hi... hi... hi," Malvika made a sly smile and said, "That means, Uncle and Aunty are still enjoying their lives."
"What do you think? Your parents are not enjoying it!" replied Sreeleela with a smile.
"Only, we are not enjoying that pleasure," said Malvika.
"Right, we both should enjoy our sexual pleasures whenever any opportunity comes," said Sreeleela.
"But first, I have to get you ready," said Sreeleela.
"Oh?" Malvika inquired innocently as Sreeleela took her hand and stood up.
"I think you'll enjoy the warm-up, though," Sreeleela said softly, running her fingers over the side of Malvika's face, down to her neck and collar bone, "Unless of course, you want to call it all off..."
"No way!" Malvika giggled before gasped as her fingers traced a line between Malvika's perky little breasts causing her to arch her back in anticipation.
"Good," Sreeleela purred, reaching underneath Malvika's shirt before slowly moving her hands upwards, bringing her shirt with her.
Malvika watched with interest as Sreeleela stopped short of her tits, instead of taking hold of her T-shirt instead, carefully bringing it up and over Malvika's head. Malvika shook out the static from her hair and smiled as Sreeleela appraised her partial nakedness.
"You're so cute..." Malvika heard Sreeleela mutter under her breath, before unsnapping her bra and sliding it off her shoulders to reveal her hardened nipples, "I could just gobble you up!"
Malvika looked shyly up at Sreeleela and placed her arms behind her back as to give Sreeleela an uninterrupted view.
"Don't let me stop you," Malvika said softly, enjoying the hunger that she could see so plainly in Sreeleela's eyes.
Sreeleela kissed Malvika, tasting herself on the other girl's lips, making the gesture all the more erotic. Her hands cupped Malvika's small, teardrop-shaped breasts and squeezed them gently. Then she dragged her mouth from the cool lips she enjoyed feeling against hers and dipped her head, flicking her tongue over Malvika's hard, rose-colored nipple. Sreeleela smiled, putting her hands behind Malvika's back before leaning in to take one of her small pink nipples in her mouth and began suckling at it as she took a firm hold of Malvika's adolescent bottom.
Malvika brought back her hands as Sreeleela began sucking her entire breast into her mouth, and took twin handfuls of her soft black hair.
"Oh, Sreeleela... Yes!" was all that Malvika could utter as Sreeleela's tongue played across her nipple teasingly before her teeth gave it a gentle nibble, causing her to give into Sreeleela's touch completely.
Malvika closed her eyes tightly and just enjoyed the sensation as Sreeleela turned her around and sat her down on the couch. Malvika gasped slightly as her breast came free from her mouth, and Malvika felt the cooler air upon it.
"You're making me ridiculously wet," Malvika said in a lusty tone.
Sreeleela grinned up at her. "Thank God I'm not the only one with damp panties." Her tone turned playful as she added, "Oh wait. You're not wearing panties."
Malvika laughed. A light, airy sound laced with anticipation.
"Lay down," Sreeleela said softly, and Malvika looked up at her as she complied.
Sreeleela was smiling a little nervously, but wasted no time and was almost immediately running her tongue in a slow pattern around Malvika's opposite breast, spiralling towards her waiting nipple.
Meanwhile, Malvika could feel Sreeleela's hand upon her thigh as she knelt causing Malvika to spread her legs invitingly.
"Mmm!" Malvika heard Sreeleela moan as her fingers moved over Malvika's leg and felt the warmth of her pussy just beyond her jeans, "You are so sensitive!"
"Only for you," Malvika promised teasingly and took a handful of her hair so that she could coax her a little lower.
"Promises promises..." Sreeleela muttered with a smile, as she looked into Malvika's eyes before running her tongue slowly down Malvika's chest and over her stomach.
"Well, so long as you promise to do a little more with your tongue than just tease," Malvika giggled.
"Don't worry," Sreeleela chuckled, giving her navel a passionate kiss before moving over to the side of the couch so that Sreeleela could be between her legs, "I still have plans for you, little girl."
Malvika then felt Sreeleela take hold of the waistband of her jeans before slowly tugging and pulling them downwards. She watched intently as Sreeleela kissed her way down farther, tasting each bit of skin that she exposed, and causing her breathing to become a little more labored.
But just as Sreeleela caught a glimpse of her sparse black pubic hair, Malvika sat up long enough to reach over and pull Sreeleela's tops up and off of her.
"Hey, no sense trying to stop me now," Malvika replied teasingly, "You should know better than that..."
Malvika grinned broadly and kissed Sreeleela on the forehead before lying back down.
"Just evening up the odds," Malvika answered sweetly, "But I wouldn't dream of asking you to stop now."
"Good!" Sreeleela chuckled as she began taking her panties down along with her jeans, and resumed
running her tongue through her pubic hair. But just before Sreeleela reached her clit, she stopped
and looked up at Malvika once again. "Malvika," she inquired thoughtfully, "Have you ever considered shaving?"
"But I do with cream for my legs," Malvika answered, not quite catching on.
"Um, that's not quite what I meant," Sreeleela said with a sly smile, "I meant down here..."
With that, Sreeleela yanked her jeans and panties down a few inches farther before running her tongue down and over her clit, causing Malvika to gasp out a long breath.
"Oh! Mmm!" Malvika stammered, taking hold of Sreeleela's hair somewhat roughly as the sensation went straight to her brain, "But that's so! So!"
"Naughty?" inquired Sreeleela playfully, circling Malvika's clit with her talented tongue, and making it harden in anticipation.
"Yes!" Malvika gasped under her breath as she arched her back against the building sensation, and Sreeleela took advantage of the moment by relieving her of her jeans entirely, leaving her naked except for her panties.
Malvika then felt Sreeleela's tongue trace a line along her panty line, teasing her as she moved down a little to trace a line across each of her inner thighs where they met her panties. In response, Malvika found herself moaning in anticipation, and squirming a little as her body ached for more intimate attention, as Sreeleela began kissing her way down one thigh and back up the other.
"So," Sreeleela inquired between the kisses that sent chills through her, "Have you thought about it?"
"A-About what?!" Malvika gasped, twirling Sreeleela's hair around her fingers and inadvertently tugging at it.
"About shaving," Sreeleela purred seductively and kissed her pubic area through her panties.
"I... Oh, no!" Malvika replied as she arched her back, the dampness of her panties becoming a testament to her state of mind.
"Ohh, but why not?" Sreeleela teasingly pouted, before tonguing her clit with just enough pressure for Malvika to feel it through her remaining garment.
"Hey, Mmm... I didn't say that I, Ohh! I wouldn't," Malvika assured her between moans and sighs as she moved her legs as far apart as they'd go.
"Oh, I think it would suit you quite nicely!" Sreeleela chuckled as Malvika ran her hands back down the sides of Sreeleela's face, and taking some small pleasure in the cool softness of her skin.
"I don't know, though," Malvika replied doubtfully as Sreeleela turned her head and kissed her fingertips.
"It's just a thought," Sreeleela said with a smile, running her fingers along Malvika's inner thigh up to the waistband of her panties and slowly pulling them down.
Malvika let her head fall back once again and sighed contentedly as Sreeleela kissed her exposed pubic hair, and ran her tongue in a random pattern through it, always carefully avoiding her needful clit. Soon, though, as Malvika squirmed beneath her adolescent tongue, Sreeleela pulled Malvika's panties down and had to shuffle a little to slide them off her legs. Once that was done, Sreeleela began kissing her way back up, kissing Malvika's legs in an alternating pattern. All the while Malvika gasped a squealed with delight, desperately wishing that Sreeleela would quit teasing her.
Ramu had never seen such a beautiful naked girl in his life, the first time he was witnessing a fully naked young girl like Malvika. He could see every part of Malvika clearly. Malvika's glorious small round breasts swayed and jiggled with each move. Her small breasts hung from the lean chest before her, offering him a different view of them. They were not the spheres they normally seemed. Suspended from her chest, they were more like slightly elliptical inverted domes, capped with the jutting of her hard puffed nipples and their surrounding abundant areolas. Her areolas were small and pink. Ramu watched every nuance of her sensuousness that seemed to flow from every step - her full hips, the curve of her back, the bounce of her fine ass. This girl was all his, he imagined. Ramu loved it! he felt a stirring in his loins that went deeper than the roots of his cock. This was a full-body rash. The moment was a creation of wonder. Ramu could see her smooth well-shaped legs and between them, she had a slit smaller than his wife. His wife had the big slit covered with jungles of hair which did not appeal to him because everything merged in black color. But here he was witnessing a small slit with less hair, a small black patch in a pure white land, he could see the puffy vulva of this small girl and everything pink inside. Ohh, he, a poor man was much blessed by God who had made his day. His black cock was uncontrollable, it had grown very long and was throbbing up and down. He was seeing the girls intently, and his left hand was touching his cock, slowly he was pulling the foreskin of his cock up and down.
"Ohh! Sreeleela!" Malvika gasped as she kissed around her pussy, "Please! Please! Please! Lick me! Lick me now!"
"Lick you? Lick you in which place, where, little girl?" Sreeleela inquired with a broad grin and began tracing her tongue just around her swollen pussy lips, avoiding them as Sreeleela held her legs apart with her strong hands.
"Ohh! I... I...I," came Malvika's stammered reply, as the feeling of need in her groin became stronger and stronger.
"Say it!" Sreeleela demanded in her most stern voice, "Say it, little girl, or you'll get nothing..."
"My cunt!" Malvika cried, almost too loudly, no longer caring if their parents suddenly stormed the room to see what was happening.
Sreeleela chuckled to herself as Malvika quivered about and her body shivered with anticipation. Malvika then felt her wet tongue trace a line up one of her inner labia and down the other, causing her to emit a long moan of pent-up frustration.
"Mmm... Oh, sree," Malvika moaned, "Please, taste me. I need to feel your tongue inside me..."
In response, Sreeleela smiled and pushed open Malvika's pussy lips with her long fingers before moving her face in close. Encouraged, Sreeleela used the pads of two fingers to massage Malvika's clit, rubbing her in a slow, circular motion as her tongue explored Malvika's cool flesh. Other than a faint hint of perfume, Malvika didn't have a particular smell to her. And while her skin was snowy in color and temperature, it responded to Sreeleela's touch just as a human would. The pale color took on a soft pink tinge as Sreeleela continued to lick and massage, and it heated a degree or two and stayed moist with Malvika's arousal and Sreeleela's attentiveness.
"Oooh! It's all pink inside!" Sreeleela said giggling teasingly, "Just like your panties!"
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