Our Business - Lesbians and More

In the previous part, I had started the fire in seek of warmth on the cold floor of our classroom. The fire had engulfed Mita and Rita. The fire was not getting extinguished, the embers were still burning.

We had moved from a classroom to a dilapidated house or storeroom in the middle of a farm. Rita and I had kissed, and Mita had to pull us apart. She was staring at us.

Frankly, we didn't even know what we were doing. Today, I know what we are, but then we didn't know what's sex let alone being lesbians or homos as we call in India.

Let's start our journey to business.

Rita and my tongue were dancing in the saliva. Our hands were going up and down each other's bodies. In the cold winter, with thick clothes on us, I could feel the heat emanating from Rita.

Cold breeze from the gaps used to touch me raising body hair but the heat would put them down. The next moment the pleasure would again raise them.

Suddenly, something pulled us apart, just about when I was feeling that Rita and I were one.

Mita had pulled us apart she was staring at us with red hot eyes. We had forgotten where we were, let alone feel the presence of Mita.

Mita continued to stare at us. There was an aura of red heat coming around her.

I don't know how long she was staring after pulling us apart because I had lost sense of time. No one had spoken, there was an eerie silence or were my ears burning and stopped functioning.

Next, I remember Mita pouncing on me and me losing balance and falling on the heap of hay lying there. Mita was possessed by a tigress now. She was devouring me, licking my face and placing her tongue wherever there was skin. The nose, the lips, the chin, the ear lobe, and Oh! My god on my mane. The tongue now had the power of flash it kept switching position even before I could realize where it was.

I don't know when Rita sneaked between all of this. I realized it when there was a tongue behind my ears licking and slurping and another one attempting to open my lips.

I opened my eyes and realized it was Rita's tongue trying to say "Open Sesame". I opened my lips and started eating her tongue.

There was a slit with a button rubbing on one of my knees and a hand making its way through my skirt. Rita's tongue took a break from my mouth and whispered "let me return the favour" and again went back to my mouth.

Mita was rubbing herself up and down. Since I didn't have breasts then, it seemed my nipples were getting pulled from my chest like a hot air balloon.

Mita's style was that of a tigress, the entire body was into the act, with no sensitivities, tongue finding its target everywhere from mouth, to ear, to neck, to forehead. Mita's body moved like a bobbly spring on me.

Rita's style was like smoke from an incense stick, flowing slowly but firmly. The smoke goes to specific places but making sure the scent goes everywhere. Her tongue in my mouth had felt all the places in my mouth. Her five fingers were dancing up and down on my thigh like a ballerina.

Mita's slit was making my knees hot, my body warm. Rita's tongue had blocked my brain and her hand had melted my groin. I felt an urge to piss with no piss. The urge to piss maintained itself at a constant level.

My hand was on Mita's body holding her tight and the other was dead. When Rita the ballerina's hand went towards my anus and started moving up the perineum but stopped at the lower end of the vagina and again towards the anus.

Rita's rough hand started moving fast onto my thigh moving like Vande Bharat (A fast train in India) towards my pussy. It stopped slightly North of the station and started moving horizontally.

The North of my pussy was hot, the South was melting, and the urge to piss wanted to become strong but could not. Rita's tongue in my mouth got uprooted, and my eyes opened to see that the tongue getting placed in Mita's mouth. Mita had slowed down her bouncing. Her slit was still creating heat on my knees.

The hand from the North of my pussy slowly started moving South, the finger had sneaked into my panties. The hand from the South did not stop at the lower end of my pussy, the middle finger kept moving up on the fabric of my panty.

In a movement a thrust was felt, the finger from the South had entered with the fabric into the cave and searched the upper walls of the cave. The hand from the North stopped on a small peak before the entrance of the cave.

The finger from the South felt something on the upper side of the cave and stopped there. The hand from North fixed itself on the hump.

Suddenly, as if it was a choreographed Finger from the South pressed on the upper part of the cave and the hand from the North rubbed my hump.

I felt as if my pussy had melted and dissolved into the divine, my head was spinning like a top, my body was floating, and I was feeling thirsty and breathless all at once. I felt as if I was at a door within white clouds.

Next, I felt a slap on my face, of course, it was Mita asking me if I was ok.

I had never felt this before. I woke up

We were staring at each other. Our hair were disheveled, and our uniforms were messed up. I saw a white smoky aura around us, we were sitting cross-legged but felt floating like the yogis.

The stare continues....

Will continue in the next part - our journey to home, our computer course, and our business. Meanwhile, you can send your comments and love