Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2002 03:43:05 +0530
From: Julu Biswas <julu@vsnl.in>
Subject: "Kaamaagni - The Fire of Lust" (part-1) f/F, Lesbian/Incest Section.

This story is a sequel to my trilogy, "The Lost Innocence" that has
appeared in Lesbian/High School Section at Nifty.

It is a lesbian incest story where our lovely and gorgeous 16 year old
Sonali seduces her 23 years old aunt, Jina first in their Palatial house
primarily letting her aunt to taste the first fruit of lesbian necking,
petting and kissing and, then doing everything inside the safety of an
air-conditioned four birth coupe of a Superfast Express.

If this type of story annoys you, please excuse me and leave me but, on the
other hand, fascinates you, go through it. You will like every moment of
it. If you are not an adult according to your country's criterion, please
leave now and come half an hour later.

I'll be highly pleased to have your comments, suggestions, liking/disliking
and your constructive criticism to award my works a place in your heart. If
you wish to be one of central characters in any one of my future (lesbian
of course) story, or wish to see your own fantasy in printed truth, e-mail
me at julu@vsnl.in, julu@mantraonline.com or juluaurlisha@yahoo.com

Title : "Kaamaagni - The Fire of Lust" (Part One)

Central characters : A sixteen-year-old gorgeous girl and her 23 years old
aunt,

Category : Lesbian/Incest. (f/F)

The Burning Train.

Jululisha.

Sonali's sleep did not break till 6 am next morning. She began to feel
wonderfully warm and passionate. The memory of the last night began to play
back in the eyes of her mind. She looked at Reeva, who had been lying
beside her - completely nude. Her rich breasts were heaving up and down
slowly with the rhythm of her deep breathing. Sonali planted a torrential
shower of warm and loving kisses on the lovely face of her once dearest
friend and now her greatest lover.

By touching the lovely peaks of the two round mounds taping 34, on the
chest of her lover with her lips, Sonali said in a soft tone, "Get up, my
dearie, we have to get ready within next few hours."

Reeva opened her dreamy eyes and detecting all the warmth of love and
passion in her Sonali's large beautiful grey eyes, she spoke softly,
"Please tell me, how can I spend the long vacation without you, especially
after what happened last night?"

Sonali, while cuddling her very own Reeva, said, "Same here,
lover. Besides, I' am being imprisoned within a jungle, where I have to
pass most of my days in that horrible loneliness."

Both Sonali and Reeva began necking and petting lustfully reaching each
other's body with love and kisses until the loud knocking at their door
forced them regretfully to leave each other's company. Reeva responded to
the call, "Coming, coming," and hurriedly covered their nakedness with
nighty and housecoat, Sonali went to the door and let a middle-aged
maidservant in to their room.

Having their bed-tea, both washed their faces, brushed their teeth and
packed up few bits that they would require in the holidays and packed them
in their side-bags. Reeva put on a light-yellow midi while Sonali changed
herself with a square necked cream cotton frock. Standing in front of the
mirror she checked if the cleavage of her ripe breasts was visible.

After a little adjustment there, she turned to Reeva and said, "Will you
write to me Reeva. I shall eagerly wait for your letter."

Reeva said, "Oh sure, honey. I shall write you everyday. Can my letters be
too frank and too passionate? Does anybody open your letter except you?

Sonali said, "Oh! Very frankly you can write anything. Even any fucking
incidence, if you dream. Nobody dares to open others' letter. All honour
others' privacy."

"That's fine," said Reeva happily, as she knew perfectly well that she
would have to write her within a day or two of her love-union with her
sister-in-law, Nikita; and adds, "Write to me also frankly, but in case of
any daring and explosive writing, use a fictitious address, say Goldie, as
a precaution if the latter falls in any unwanted hands."

"Alright." Reeva hissed lustfully, "but now I am dying to caress your
loving body once more."

"I too," eyeing Sonali's bulge on the chest, "but we have to be very
careful, as everybody is now awakened, and look, it is already half past
seven."

Sonali moved towards the door, opened it and peered in quickly. Nobody was
seen and the corridor had been totally deserted. She then closed the door
and called Reeva to come and to stand face to face. Reeva responded
immediately seeing the flashes of lust and love in Sonali's large grey
eyes, and took no time to stand face to face of her Sonali. Both stood so
ultimately that their heaving breasts touched their
counterparts. Involuntarily both pressed them very hard until their orbs
turned almost flat. Thus crushing each other's boobs, both were next in a
firm embrace.

The very next moment, Sonali's imploring tongue entered the lovely mouth of
Reeva, whose tongue hungrily began to suck the intruder with great
passion. Soon their lips entwined and engaged in a long and passionate
French kissing. After a minute or two, they began to fondle each other's
breast lustfully over their dresses.

They had all heart to go far beyond the breast-fondling but for a soft
knock at their door. They adjusted themselves and their dresses hurriedly,
and with much flushed face, Sonali went to the door and opened it.

Outside, an immaculate beauty had been waiting. She was the aunt of Sonali,
Jina. Hardly was there anybody to describe Jina's beauty. She could easily
be termed beauty and lust personified. Just 23 in her age, tall (about 5'
8"), around 125 lbs., with a perfect figure with a slim waist of hardly
29", lush gorgeous breasts, which rose vertically and arrogantly almost 5
good inches from the round base of her chest. She had a heart-shaped face
with dark, large and expressive eyes with sharp nose, apple- pink cheeks
and a pair of highly provocative lips.

Below her waistline, there was a beautiful shapely rump in the shape of a
huge apple followed by two tapering and slender legs. To get her look, you
may imagine Kate (of Titanic fame) with a figure of Pamela Anderson (the
famous Baywatch girl). Two more things of great attraction in her
god-gifted body were her waist length jet-black shinning hair and big and
provocative, very provocative eyes.

Nor was Rita unaware of her magical charm, as she knew very well that she
caused magnetic field around her vicinity that drew both men and women
alike. While the men were wont to look at her in amazement, the women were
burning with envy. She carefully manifested her points of attraction very
carefully and cleverly. She always took good care in dressing her up with
correct exposure whether in sari, or in T-shirts and Jeans, or in
fashionable western dresses, or in salwar suit, or in designer dresses.

Today, she had put on a transparent sky-blue chiffon sari on her extremely
fair complexioned body; the neckline of the matching blouse had been
enticingly well below her cleavage. A good part of her magnificent ripe
breasts - measuring almost 40 - was clearly visible through the
transparency of the costly sari. There was a very clear hint that her
god-envied boobs were confined within a lacy bra of matching sky-blue
colour. Having an extremely rich husband, she never put on any ordinary
bra, as she used always the right form of bra for proper support to her
heavenly mounds, which Mother Nature had endowed her lavishly.

She never hesitated to favour with a glimpse of her exposure, like showing
her cleavage by intentional misplacing of the border of sari or leaning to
show part of her bulges through the low neckline of her dress, her most
favourite admirers. Hardly did anybody recall to see her wearing a
high-neck dress.

One thing one should know that that much and no further, as she had never
indulged in any extra-marital affair. Why should she? She is more than
satisfied in her sex-life with her healthy husband. Hardly did she suffer
from any want. Hardly did she have any problem either with her husband or
carrying up nicely with her in-laws.

Jina was always cheerful all through after her marriage with Vishesh,
though she had to stay at very remote place like Dungri. Her nature had
been like a fluid and, therefore, took shape of the container easily and,
this was why, nobody had ever seen her morose. She turned sad because of
only one reason - her not being necked and petted by her husband every
night for at least one hour. Unless she had been caressed so, she felt a
certain empty-ness and turned despaired. Her such mood had never been
revealed in front of anybody but, in the privacy of her personal room, she
turned aroused, and had to masturbate to cool herself and then she could
only sleep peacefully. Her husband knew this and, when he used to go out
for a trip, he provided her with materials - like porno films, books and
magazines.

Reeva was struck by the stunning beauty of Jina. She had heard of her
irresistible charm and attraction, but never had she imagined that the aunt
would be so breath-takingly beautiful, charming and magnetic. Reeva, today,
was totally spellbound by the enchanting beauty of the lady.

"Are you Reeva, ain't you?" Reeva's spell is broken by the musical chime of
Jina's words.

"Yes a-u-Antie," Reeva stammered, for she was much reluctant to call the
Beauty as "Auntie".

"Arey, why are stammering? Am I that ferocious to make you stammer?" Jina
said in a jest.

"No, no, no, no." Reeva said hurriedly, "You are only too young to be
called Antie."

"You, if you wish, may call me Jina. After all, you are the dearest friend
of our princess, Sonali. She also calls me Jina," said Jina smilingly.

"Is it? Thanks a lot, Jina." Uttered Reeva.

Reeva whispered to Sonali, "What a gorgeous and seductive aunt, you have
Sonali. If I were you, I would've seduced her to make the hours of
confinement more enjoyable. How do I wish to squeeze those beautiful
bulges!"

"Naughty you are to think all these." Reeva said.

"Definitely I must try to squeeze those heavenly boobs before she leaves."
Reeva said huskily.

"Don't you know Reeva, whispering in a company is bad manner?" Said Jina
mockingly.

"Sorry, Auntie, I am just praising you." Reeva managed to say.

"Instead of praising me, give your a guest a glass of cold water." Said
Jina.

While obliging Jina, Reeva intentionally held the well-manicured slender
finger for some moments and, once again to squeeze those magnificent boobs
of Jina began to burn within Reeva.

When Sonali had been looking around to see if anything was left, there was
a knocking at the door and, Reeva, quite unexpectedly got the opportunity
to fulfil her urge. She intentionally brushed past Jina's flower soft tits
one after another rapidly, but, instead of quenching, her this maneuvering
only inflamed her fire of lust more burning.

"So very fortunate Sonali is to savor those beautiful swelling on Jina's
chest - at least by eyes - for the next forty-days!" mused Reeva.

Miss Sen and Lucy entered the room to bid farewell. After the introduction,
Rita whispered to Sonali with a meaningful smile and wink, "You have a
precious aunt, Sonali, but don't forget us in her beautiful company."

"Don't think me so-o-o-o ungrateful, Mam. How can I forget you, and that
too so quickly!" Sonali replied happily. The presence of her Mam and Lucy
had made her extremely delighted as they were continuously reminding her of
their lustful last night.

Sonali bent low to touch the feet of her Mam but the latter toke her in a
loving embrace, kissed her cheeks - this time affectionately - and said,
"Good-bye, Mrs. Anand, Sonali and Reeva.

With Mrs. Sen and Lucy gone, Jina said, "My Princess, please get
ready. We're getting late as we are to pick up your mother from her
parental house."

Sonali's heart sank for the imminent separation with her newfound love,
Reeva. It is really very difficult, my dear friend, to endure the
separation of a lover. But Separation has his hour on everybody now or
later.

Reeva and Sonali embraced each other very firmly. Pearls of tears appeared
in their eyes and ultimately those rolled down their beautiful
cheeks. Though a deluge of words appeared in their eyes, they could not
utter a single word. With a wonderful love and forgetting the presence of
Jina, they kissed each other passionately on their lips. Fortune favored
them as Jina, meanwhile, had been looking through the garden-side window
with her back towards them.

Within a few minutes, the three left the room, left the key to the clerk of
the hostel office and stepped out in the porch. When Sonali and Reeva
looked at the deserted garden, the memory of the last night appeared in
their memory and, instantly, they got wet between their thighs.

Within a minute, a silver grey Ciello and a silk-green Maruti Zen appeared,
and from the Zen, down came the parents of Reeva. Reeva introduced them to
Jina. Sonali greeted them with due respect and, soon after, the two cars
headed away at the opposite direction. The Church-clock had been chiming
nine in the morning.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

For several minutes, they remained silent in the air-conditioned car with
dark window panes as, Sonali had been too heart-heavy for leaving the din
and bustle of the city to talk, and Jina, fully understanding the feelings
of her young in-law, gave her time to settle.

Suddenly her Reeva's words began to ring in her heart, "..I would have
seduced her .. I would have seduced her.. I would have seduced her.." She
reasoned and drew a conclusion in her own favor, "There's no harm in trying
it. If I'm successful, the every moment at Dungri will be too exotic, too
lustful."

"How are all there at Dungri?" asked Sonali, ultimately breaking the
silence.

"Both of your parents are here in Calcutta. Your father is to attend a
meeting of The International Mine Owners' Association in Paris so, to catch
Air France flight, he has come to Calcutta. And my beloved hubby is now in
Germany in his continent tour with his peers. Your mother is here to attend
your Granny, who is now in Woodland Nursing Home, for some minor problem,
though your mom will return today with us."

"Oh, what a great news! Two foreign trips means bags, full of dresses,
perfumes and other exciting gifts, ain't it, Jina? Much excitedly she
added, When did Uncle leave? When will he return?"

"It's been already a fortnight since he left and is not due to return at
least before 26th." Jina said.

Sonali detected a faint note of melancholy in Jina's voice and quickly
realized the reason behind it, as now she had learnt to feel the tune of
sadness of separation.

To relieve Jina and herself from such heavy atmosphere, Sonali said, "How
are you then enduring the separation with your hubby ?" She moved closer to
her aunt.

Jina feigned to be angry and said mockingly, "Have you become too saucy now
in asking such a question to your elders, Sonali?

Both burst out into a loud laughter and the cloud of depression from the
minds of both is blown off immediately.

Sonali said, "Really, your nights without my uncle must be too long to
spend, isn't it Jina?

"How do you know?" Said Jina lovingly.

"Don't forget, I'm not getting younger any more, am I? I can now guess your
feelings more or less correctly," said Sonali as she moved close enough to
feel the warmth of the fantastic body of her aunt.

"This is not a proper place to discuss all these." Jina said feeling the
warmth of the ripe breast of her young in-law, "The driver has his ear,
isn't it?"

"Alright," whispered Sonali, "promise me that you will tell me your
sufferance of separation at Dungri."

Jina recalled her teen-days when she used to be equally eager to listen
about the love-plays from her friends and relatives of her age. She now
felt that such inquisition from Sonali had been very natural. She next
mused that Sonali had really been growing up to be her real friend in her
exile, at least so long she would be with her. Besides, she herself needed
some one to confide frankly.

"Okay," said Jina, I'll tell you as much as possible." Jina said assuring
her princess.

Sonali objected, "No, you'll tell me every detail. Aren't we friends?"

"Okay, let's see," agreed Jina, and mused to herself, "How fast are you
growing up, my princess!"

Before their talks could advance, the luxury car entered the big compound
of the villa of Mr. C. Roy, Sonali's grandpa. The car stopped but the usual
din and bustle were absent. Both of them wondered what could be the reason
for such stillness.

As soon as they entered the room, they got the answer. The condition of
their granny was not very stable. Sonali's mother said, "Jina, you go back
to Dungri with Sonali, as I can't leave at this moment of crisis of my
mother."

"We all can stay her by her side, mama." Suggested Sonali.

"No. How can we leave the bungalow unattended there? Your father is also
here and will not back till the next week from Paris. Besides, there is not
much here to do for you two."

"But our servants there can take care," said Jina, "they are all
trustworthy."

Sonali's mother said firmly, "Still it is meaningless to leave the house
under the care of the servants." She next told firmly, "There may be some
or other requirement which the servants can not manage. Therefore, get
ready, and I am going to the nursing home right now. You two take some rest
in my room for a couple of hours, and have your lunch. Sonali, take care
and don't create any problem for your aunt there." The last sentence she
added with love and affection.

She next hugged her daughter and said, "Jina, take care of your princess,
okay?" She next hurriedly went away into the car and sped away.

Then both Sonali and her aunt went upstairs and reached the room of
Sonali's mother and locked it from inside after switching the
air-conditioner on. Once in the room, the prospect of being alone with Jina
in the bungalow of Dungri brightened up Sonali's mind. She then sat down on
one of the large sofas in the room and said in an elfin tone, "What shall
we do now at Dungri?"

Intelligent Jina picked up the elf in the voice of her princess and said
smilingly while sitting by the side of her princess, "Why, we'll exchange
our sorrow there."

Being encouraged by her aunt's loving tone, she cuddled with her lovely
aunt, pulls one of her lovely hand and holding it firmly in her hand, she
said eagerly, "Shall we share only sorrows and no feelings?"

"What feelings are you talking about?" Wondered Jina.

Squeezing her aunt' hand with her own, Sonali said, "I don't know, I don't
know, but don't forget that you have promised me to tell everything."

Liking the nearness with her in-law's lovely body, Jina teased Sonali,
"Exchange is a two-way traffic. If I say you mine own, which I have many,
it'll be only one way traffic, isn't it my lovely princess?"

Sonali, in reply moved closer to her aunt till her right breasts touched
the upper part of the woman's hand, pulled Jina's right hand, rested the
palm in-between her ripe breasts and held it there firmly.

Sometime, silence is more eloquent and more meaningful than words.

Jina had never before experienced such a predicament when she had been so
intimately close with a girl and the girl's hand on her ripe breasts; it
was the first time in her life. She was naturally much surprised. She
wondered silently, "What has happened to my lovely princess? I've never
seen her so passionate. Has she become a victim of Cupid's Golden Shaft?"

Jina didn't speak anything. She felt that her cute in-law's breathing
became fast and deep and warm, and she was shaking a bit as well. As the
breathing was deep, Jina felt that her hand had been sinking gently into
the soft flesh of Sonali's plump breasts, both for Sonali's deep breathing
and firm pressing.

Jina mused again, "What's the matter? What does she want."

Meanwhile, Sonali's breathing turned faster, deeper and more rapid. Her
beautiful face - because of flushing - turned into molten gold and her lips
quivered.

With her free hand, Jina turned her princess' flushed face and asked
softly, "What's the matter, my Princess? Are you feeling any uneasiness.

In reply, Sonali placed her burning face upon left shoulder of her aunt
and, savoring the nearness and the rich fragrance of "Chique", said, "I
don't know. I don't know. But please let me stay like this with you." She
next began to rub her scarlet face passionately on the bare part of the
shoulder of her aunt.

Jina, without knowing what to do, released her right hand from the firm
grip of Sonali, who unwillingly let it go, and ran it along Sonali's left
shoulder and drew her nearer to console her cute princess. She said in soft
voice, "Tell me, what happens. Tell your mind to your friend. Won't you
tell me? Ain't I your friend?"

"Yes, yes." Sonali uttered in half-spoken voice, "You are. This is why I
beg of you to let me stay like this. I'll be alright very soon."

Jina pulled Sonali's face further and, as a result, the girl's lovely face
slipped off the shoulder to just a couple of inches above more than the
most beautiful cleavage of the over-ripe breasts of the woman. Eyeing the
divine valley, Sonali turned more restless and began to breathe
heavily. The entire valley was being caressed now by the warm and sweet
breath of aroused Sonali.

After some pregnant minutes, Sonali pulled the lotus-stalk right arm of
Jina over her own neck and placed it on her right breast, and let her face
traveled farther softly to cross the distance of the couple of inches to
reach her aunt's cleavage.

Realizing Sonali's desire, Jina was stunned and too overwhelmed to decide
what to do. Never before had she faced such situation. Once she thought to
stand up and break the union but decided against, as she really loved her
princess. She knew very well that if she broke the union, Sonali would be
much heart-broken, and she herself did not want her princess to suffer
so. Thus, she sat there, let her cleavage be touched by the quivering lips
of Sonali and let own rest on the maturing breast of Sonali. Sonali's warm
breath now began to caress the divine valley lovingly.

Gradually, Jina began to like the union very much. Very slowly, but surely,
a pleasant sensation began to splash all over her ripe body; waves of a
peculiar desire spread through myriads of nerves all over her body. Most
importantly, she began that her cunt-juice began to flow. She started
lubricated between her shapely lovely thighs. Her gentle heartbeat grew
faster.

She, on numerous occasions had watched lovemaking between two ladies in
porno films on her video, but had not had any experience. An
inquisitiveness gripped her firmly, as, very often, while watching the
video or seeing explosive photographs of love unions between females had
always liked by her.

Jina did not know when her right hand, involuntarily, began to squeeze the
lovely right breast and while her free hand began to caress the lovely face
of Sonali. Seeing the flushed face of her princess, she spoke to herself,
"How lovely you are! How very lovely you are!" The very next moment a
sudden urge to press Sonali's lovely face against her own high swelling
breast arose in her heart, but prefers to sit idle.

Noticing Jina's fast heart-beat and definite stirring inside, Sonali looked
up and fixed her passionate look on the lovely face of her aunt. Jina's
wistful eyes met her princess' and detection of sheer lust there shattered
all the barriers of hesitation and inhibitions instantly. She brought her
charming and provocative face - with lust printed everywhere on it - very
near to that of Sonali. Sonali began to plant kisses madly on the beautiful
face of her aunt and, within a couple of minutes, their lips met. Sonali
lovingly kissed the petal-soft lower lip first, then the upper and,
immediately after, her imploring tongue parted the lips of Jina, and
entered her delicious mouth. Their tongue danced, caressed each other and
entwined. Both started French kissing for several minutes hungrily.

After the minutes of intense French kissing, Sonali broke the union and sat
inclined in a half sitting and half lying condition resting her head on the
hollow of Jina's right shoulder. While her right hand drew her aunt's right
hand below her armpit and placed it upon her own heaving right breasts and
began to press her own bulge firmly against the palm of Jina's hand with
her own right hand. Jina's hand tried to cup the entire flesh over the thin
cotton, but hardly did she succeed, and then began to squeeze the breast
first softly than firmly.

Sonali, on the other hand, traveled her right hand till it reached the very
high left breast of Jina and, caressing it for a minute or so, inserted it
through the low-neck blouse and matching bra of her aunt to feel the
nakedness there. She felt that her costly panty was being wetter and wetter
continuously. She didn't mind, and why should she, or rather, who likes to
care in such heavenly ambience.

Jina was overpowered now by her newest sensation of being fondled and loved
by her own in-law. Her breathing grew faster and her mouth went dry when
she felt that the sensation, originating from her voluptuous mound - now
under the devotion and maneuvering of her princes - had been spreading
rapidly all over her body.

Being married for over a year, she had earlier been breast-fondled on
numerous occasions by her husband but, now, she had to admit, her earlier
experience was almost naught in comparison to her present one. The soft and
delicate caressing and touch of her princess had been making her really
crazy. While watching those videos and seeing those prints, never had she
imagined that being loved by a girl could have been so romantic, so
heavenly and so erotic. Jina longed to shout "Harder, Harder" but remained
silent instead.

Jina was so erotically aroused that she could not feel when her own hand
had entered the naked mound of her princess through the low square neckline
of the cream-colored frock, her princess had put on. Between the proud
swell of burning flesh and twitching nipple of her princess, lay the only
barrier - the sheer bra.

Sonali pulled away her hand from inside the blouse of Jina, removed the
sari from Jina's chest exposing her two arrogant high swell still
imprisoned in low neck blouse and matching bra. Eyeing them lustfully,
Sonali said, "How beautiful are your breasts, Jina! Till my uncle come
back, won't they be under my command and disposal - days in and days out?"
With her eyes only, she had been savoring the divinity of the pair.

"Yes, yes, they will be yours even after your uncle's return. They will be
yours till you will want them if you do me a favor." Jina hissed
erotically.

Without taking her eyes off the mounds, Sonali whispered, "Everything. Just
ask it and you got it."

Still squeezing the right breast of her princess, Jina said, "You too have
to give me these two as and when I will need them."

Sonali passionately said, "Not only these two but my other possessions as
well, are now entrusted into your hand. You may use them as you wish. But
let's get to the bed, now."

Jina shivered at the prospect but said fearfully, "What will happen if
somebody comes? Let's postpone our further advancement till we reach
Dungri."

Realizing the lack of opportunity, Sonali had to agree with her aunt and
they remained on the sofa, though most reluctantly. Jina said, "Where did
you learn this magic from? I have so far watched girl-girl action on the
porno only. Though those were liked by me, I never gave them a thought but,
from henceforth, I really have begun not only to like those but love those
and dying to do those."

"Reeva, Lucy and I were taught these lesson only last night by a doctor of
love-making of our school in our room. I'll tell you everything and teach
you as well, once we are in the seclusion of our bungalow at Dungri."
Sonali replied coyly.

"I am eagerly waiting for your class, madam. Let the time of our education
quickly. Now I believe that our time will be most pleasant there." Jina
said excitedly.

"Till my uncle returns," said Sonali with a definite touch of envy.

"Don't worry. Your uncle doesn't stay in the bungalow during the
daytime. Besides, whenever we'll have opportunity, you can lesson me." Jina
said reassuringly.

Before Sonali could say anything, a knock was heard at the door. Though
Sonali had a plan to exchange a quick French kiss, Jina kissed her warmly
on the lips and squeezed Sonali's both the breasts hard. Sonali, out of her
passion, just hissed and could not return the favor and award justice to
her aunt, as Jina just got up, went to the door and opened it.

Outside, the driver was standing, who, with due respect and courtesy asked
her when they would leave for the station. Jina told her that they would be
coming down to the dinning hall and, after having their light meal, they
would require the driver within half an hour, at the most.

When the driver left, Jina turned towards her princess and said, "Come, my
lover. Let's get downstairs. Hardly do we have an hour to reach the station
and check in.

"Can't we spend another quarter of an hour in the privacy of this closed
door? Said Sonali without taking her eyes of the voluptuous breasts of her
aunt.

"Please don't look at me in this manner. Your amorous look makes me weak
and I may not be able to control myself. We may miss the train and nightly
adventure as well." Jina said with a certain shivering all through her
body.

"Oh1 No. I can't miss the train and the nightly exploration and adventure
at any cost. Let's go, Jina. Will you mind if I call you Queen?" Said
Sonali with wonderful passion.

"Not at all, my darling. I am yours already and my princess can call me
anything she likes." Jina said with a wild sensation that she had never
felt before.

Jina mused to herself, "What a change the last half an hour has brought in
me! I feel so sexy and wet now. Now I really can feel the great truth in
that old saying, 'Variety is the spice of life." So far I was happy in the
arms of my hubby, but now I feel that I shall be happier to get Sonali in
my walk of joyous and sexual path."

Jina whispered softly to Sonali, "Thank you very much."

Sonali responded with a note of utter surprise, "What for?"

Jina said, "You have just removed the colossal stone easily that so far had
choked the fountain of sheer ecstasy. You have shown me a new avenue."

Sonali said with a meaningful wink holding her Queen, "Just wait till the
right time comes. You have to thank me on many occasion once we shall set
sail to our love-voyage."

Their passionate words had been stopped with the entry of one of the
maidservants, Mali, into the room. She politely informed them that their
meal had been served. Mali, about 60 years old, had not only brought up
Sonali by her own hand, but tended her mother also. After the marriage of
her mother, Mali, had been staying with the Anand Family and was one of
them.

While they were seated on the dinning table, Jina said, "Why don't you stay
here with your mistress, Mali? None can take better care of her than you."

Mali said politely, "I too had been thinking so. It'll be better if I stay
here to look after her."

Sonali, at first, could not realize her Queen's plan but when she realized,
her mind began to beat fast. Realizing that staying back of Mali meant
about a seven-hours' air-conditioned privacy in their journey, her heart
began to pound excitedly. She however tried her best to control her
excitement by looking alternatively at her Queen and Mali.

Jina said, "Okay, you stay here with your mistress, and don't worry about
us. Our tickets are confirmed and we would not refund the tickets in your
names either. Besides, there will be little crowd in AC First Class. The
driver will come to the station at Hazaribagh

To their great relief, Mali agreed after a little hesitation. The little
time she took to fix her mind up, appeared to be an eternity to the newly
related lovers. Both of them heaved a sigh of relief at Mali's consent.

The musical grandfather clock in the hall chimed that it was 11-45 am and
it was proper time for the lovers to leave for the station. Both Sonali and
Jina ate only a little out of their sheer excitement. Then they hurriedly
entered into the car, lest Mali could change her mind. The luxury Ciello
sped past through the rush hour of the day.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Inside the car, Sonali quietly placed her right hand on the left thigh of
Jina and began to squeeze it lovingly. Jina took Sonali's hand with her
left hand and placed it on her lap. Sonali began to tickle the region
mischievously, but no opportunity was there in the broad daylight and
within the range of rear-view mirror of the car, she could not proceed past
the region, though both of them wanted to.

Within 20 minutes the Ciello entered the station. When the two beauty got
down, the warm summer heat greeted them

Jina said, "Oh! What a heat! All my body is burning in the heat."

Sonali said, "Once we will be in the luxury of air-conditioned coupe, this
heat will go away but another heat will burn us."

Jina said, "We shall welcome the heat whole heartedly, won't we, my
princess?"

Sonali did not answer but laughed mischievously, and they entered the
station. Walking very close to her aunt towards the waiting train pressing
her left breasts gently against the upper part of Jina's lotus-stalk arm,
Sonali said, "To-day the heat appears to be more because there is another
kind of heat-wave in our body."

"But we don't want to cool it down the special heat as we wish to do to the
summer heat, isn't it princess?" Jina asked coyly.

The beauty and charm poured from the two spread every inch of the crowded
station from their dignified walking. A blended perfume of Poison and
Chique purged the usual stained air of the busy station. Who didn't turn,
at least once, at the pair of the stunning beauty?

After a walk of about three minutes, they reached the coach no 7 where they
had been booked and entered the allotted coupe. The cool air inside
welcomed the lover-couple with love, comfort and luxury.

Once they were seated on the berth, Jina said in a lower tone, "Let's not
disclose to the coach-attendant that the other two of our group haven't
come, otherwise, some unwanted person may enter and disturb us."

"Okay," Sonali was no less excited that her aunt, "let's say to the man
that the other two have gone to coach no. 10 to meet friends."

The coupe was spacious with four soft berths two upper and two
lower. In-between the two lower berths, there was a large space with white
marble-top table - closest to the dark-mirrored window. The berths were
neat and clean, and really too soft. Faint rays of the glowing sun out side
streamed forth through the dark smoke-tinted glasses of the windowpanes
creating a sense of illumination inside. Besides, four neon tunes were
burning inside.

At the dot of 11-45, the mail train began to move slowly with lots of usual
noises. Hardly had the train crossed the next station speedily than the
Travelling Ticket Examiner and the coach attendant knocked at the door and
entered. Jina handed them over the ticket for examination and endorsement.

"My sister and mother-in-law are now in coach no 10 attending some
relatives there and won't be back before Dhanbad, (a coal-field city about
6 hours journey from Calcutta). As we two are travelling alone, we do not
want to be disturbed by other passengers. Please do the needful," Jina said
passing three hundred rupee notes to the T.T.E. and the conductor with a
beautiful smile on her lips.

You know very well that a smiling face with a smooth tongue wins favor
everywhere. The T.T.E. and the attendant had melted. The T.T.E. said,
"Don't worry, madam, none will disturb you till your station comes. Please
secure the door from inside with the lock after we leave."

"Please lock the door," the coach attendant echoed, "by the way, where do
you wish to have your tea or coffee and the snacks?"

"Tea or coffee is not suitable in the summer heat. We don't want them,"
said Jina.

When they had been talking, Sonali kept looking outside through the dark
glass but, practically, she was not seeing anything, as her heart had been
pounding, and she was much excited. Her heart had really been thinking how
to take the fullest advantage of the opportunity, which had come in their
way quite unexpectedly.

The memory of the last night had been running in her mind, like an erotic
movie. The more did she recall the memory, more physical hunger engulfed
her young body.

Her meditation broke with the sweet sound of the clicking of the
door. Latching it properly from inside, Jina turned and faced Sonali with
great expectation in her wild, wild eyes. There were passion, languish,
urge, hunger, love and even something more. Her passions had made her wild
eyes even more wild.

In a feline grace, she walked up to the windows and pulled the curtains. A
shadowy dimness cast over the coupe as she had already switched off the
four neons. Jina then turned and faced her in-law. She let the sari fall
from the high valley of her chest and leaned in an arch on her princess
placing both of her delicate hands on Sonali's shoulders. Her leaning arch
revealed a large area of her well-developed breasts, which danced, it so
appeared, enticingly in front of the lustful eyes of Sonali.

Sonali, for the first time after her erotic arousal, had a full view of her
aunt's divine possessions, though she had viewed some part earlier. She was
totally stunned by the beauty of the bulges, and could not take her eyes
off the beauty of the mounds still imprisoned in her queen's low-neck
blouse and light-blue lacy bra. The outline of her well-developed breasts,
visible through the almost transparent voil and lacy bra, maddened her. Her
mouth went dry and she could hardly speak or move closer.

Enchanted Sonali swiftly cupped the lower part of her aunt's both breasts
with her own two hands and gently pushed it up - as if to gauge the weight
and solidity of the divine pair of mounds. Bewitched, she stood up and,
cupping both the breasts firmly, she brought her lips on the petal-soft
lips of her aunt.

Jina shivered, and running her hand all over Sonali's back, draws her
princess towards her and let her partners imploring tongue enter into her
sweet-smelling mouth. After a kiss full of lust, she brought Sonali's face
on the cleavage of her butter-soft breasts. Sonali's inquisitive hand,
running all over the valley, found the hooks of her queen's blouse and
began to undo them one by one. The divine wealth of her aunt began to be
exposed in front of her stunning eyes. The more was revealed, more exited
and aroused did she turn.

Meanwhile, Jina's right hand kept itself busy with the left breast of her
princess while she fixed her eyes over the clever maneuvering of Sonali's
finger. When she found how the beauty of her gradually revealing breasts
had enchanted Sonali, she began to squeeze the entire left orb firmly.

When all the hooks of the blouse had been undone, Sonali went mad to see
how the light-blue bra had imprisoned the white flesh of her queen's
mounds. She then began to kiss madly but the maneuvering of her sweet and
hungry tongue had been limited to the part, not imprisoned by the cruel
bra.

Sensing the discomfort of her princess, Jina whispered, "Give them freedom
from the bondage. Can't you listen their cry for liberty?"

When Sonali's both the hands traveled at Jina's back to unclasp the four
hooks of the bra, Jina's whisper turned into a wild groan, "Now, now. Undo
it, tear it, pull it. Let not even a single thread hide my breasts."

When Sonali unhooked the bra and let the both the straps slip off the
shoulder down her queen's arms, Jina herself removed the unimportant bra
off her luscious body. Her divine breasts now stood naked with all the
charms and attraction of the world. Mystified Sonali cupped them hard -
through her palms could not cover much of the overflowing breasts.

Jina forgot everything when her naked breasts had been greeted by the
lovely firm cupping of her princess. She brought the face of her princess
near to her naked breasts and, hissing continuously, began to rub her high
mounds madly against the burning face of Sonali.

The super-fast express train had picked up speed and, consequently, both
were finding much difficulty to keep their balance but, managing somehow,
the couple stood there in firm embrace with Sonali's burning face
imprisoned between the two lush breasts of her queen.

Jina sat down gently with her princess still in her firm embrace. Both the
hearts began to beat in the rhythm of the beating of the running train. A
lot of "Ahs" and "Ohs" were clearly audible suppressing the sound of the
running train.

Once they were seated, their hands and mouths became too active, too
restless, too explosive. Their hands began to travel extensively over each
other's body frantically, which first caused their visages flushed, then
vermilion and finally the two lovely faces turned into scarlet and began to
shine radiantly in the dimness of the coupe.

Jina pulled her princess and made her to sit on the delicate softness of
her ripe thighs, placed her both hand on the up-rise of Sonali's budding
breasts and began to rub them violently.

"Please," Sonali hissed, ".inside. Please .. Please, .. Put..your hand
inside."

Jina's right hand found an easy access to the left breast of Sonali through
the deep neckline of her dress. She cupped it firmly over the lacy bra and
within a minute, her cupping changed into squeeze and quickly to kneading.

Sonali cried, "Harder, harder. Smash it, squeeze it, knead it. Do whatever
you wish to but, do it now, do it hard."

Soon Jina felt that the erect and engorged nipple of Sonali was poking into
her palm, as if in drawing her attention over one of the most sensitive
part of a female body. She next imprisoned the nipple with her thumb and
index finger and began to twitch it lovingly.

Sonali's young body began to jerk up and down continuously. Seeing such
restlessness in her princess, Jina too became too impatience, Jina pushed
her ripe left breasts into the radiant face of Sonali and began to press it
back and forth firmly there.

Sonali's arousal knew no bound. She had earlier squeezed the breasts of
Reeva, Lucy and Rita, but none could match those of her queen, whether in
firmness, or in roundness, or in softness, or in ampleness. Almost all of
her lovely face had been covered by her queen's ample breast.

Both of them felt a tingling sensation between their lovely thighs and,
immediately both felt what their body had been demanding. The steady flow
of love-juice from their itching cunt had been turning them on and on
continuously.

Responding to the cry of Sonali's cunt, Jina advanced her right hand
downward along the cotton of Sonali dress and soon she began to pull up the
cream-colored frock off Sonali's lush body. When the hem of the frock
reached Sonali's hips - exposing her crotch still screened by a white lace
panty - Sonali lifted her hips a bit to let Jina to slid the hem up and,
with in a moment, the cream cotton had been removed from her god-envying
body over her head.

Sonali lay on her queen's lap in her bra and panty and Jina's hand began to
rub Sonali's cunt over the panty. Soon her fingers found the clitoris and
then her finger traced downward along the crevice of her princess' vagina.

Sonali went wild. Frantically she had been sucking the erect nipple of her
queen and rocking her hips to and fro - as if begging Jina's fingers inside
her. The very next moment she found that her own hand went back and
unclipped the lacy bra that had so far imprisoned her ripening mounds.

While caressing by running her index finger of her right hand along the
Sonali's crevice, her free left hand first cupped firmly her princess' left
breast and began to squeeze it violently. The convulsion in Sonali
increased in uncontrollable passion. Both began to breathe heavily.

After a good five minutes of maneuvering, Sonali turned towards her right
and, with her two hands, undid the knot of the tying cord of the
petticoat. Jina raised her hips sufficiently to let Sonali slip the
undergarment off the lower part of her body. Sonali raised her body a
little and inclined herself on her left hand to slip the petticoat finally
off Jina's body. Then she awarded the same destiny to the thin and totally
wet nylon panty that stubbornly had been guarding Jina's mound of Venus.

"Let me undress you too, my princess." Hissed Jina passionately and,
immediately, took off the panty off Sonali's body and threw it away. Now
both the beauty were in their birthday suit.

Sonali took the initiative, as Jina had been a newcomer in the lesbian
world. She sat upright and made Jina laid on the soft berth. She then
pushed Jina as far as possible towards the backrest and sat at Jina's waist
facing her. She then began to move her breasts over Jina's mounds and was
running her index finger along Jina's lovely lips softly while holding her
queen's face with her free hand.

Soon she began to kiss the erect nipple of Jina's left breast, and Jina,
herself, had pushed the entire mound against the burning face of her
princess. Sonali took her right hand off Jina's left mound and began to
glide it downward. For brief moment, she stopped at the navel of Jina and
began to circle the pretty depression with the tip of index finger of her
hand, while her left hand had been still busy in attending the mounds and
the engorged nipples of her queen's brimming breasts.

After the brief moments, Sonali's hand glided further downward and soon her
palm rested on the valley of love of her queen. A delicate and extremely
soft light-brown fur welcomed her palm and she began to press the entire
crotch firmly. Soon, she felt that her palm had been totally wet by
drinking the wetness of Jina's lovely and sweet smelling cunt.

Jina writhed in sheer ecstasy and brought her own right hand to place it on
Sonali's busy left hand to add pressure on her own cunt. The swaying of her
hips became too restless for Sonali to keep her hand at proper place. After
a minute or two, Sonali's index finger reached the crevice between the two
cunt lips of her queen, and next moment, she felt that Jina herself began
to press her hand and slipped the roving finger on her own clit. Jina
jerked upward and let go a loud hiss.

After rubbing the clit for some minutes, Sonali slid the index finger a
little downward and, lo, it automatically - as if in a witchcraft -
disappeared into the love tunnel. Jina shivered and, though she was
habituated for the last one year with real penis, she felt out of the world
by receiving the inquisitive index finger of her princess. She hissed,
"O..h..h..h, L-O-V-E-L-Y."

As Sonali found a single finger was too insufficient to plumb the depth of
the love tunnel, she brought then her middle finger. Jina shivered more, as
her pleasure had been intensified. She herself held the exploring right
hand of her princess firmly with her left and began to thrust its exploring
fingers in and out in the up and down rhythm of her arching hips.

Sonali quickly brought another finger in the aid of her other two and
started moving her hand in and out frantically. Jina, all along, kept pace
with the probing fingers with her own hip movement. The movement of the
finger had been most smooth, as Jina's cunt had been flooding in her
cum-juice. A musky smell enveloped the entire coupe.

Jina had been drifting into a world of sheer pleasure. She had been, on
numerous occasions, had been fucked by her husband but the bliss, that she
was being awarded with, was far, far more superior to her earlier
experiences. Poor Jina did not know that being fucked by a woman, or a
girl, is always more rapturous than being fucked by a male. Where do the
males get the softness from?

Jina went crazy and had been deluged in an uncontrollable flood of wild
passion, lust and desire. She began to pant hard as if she had been trying
to save herself from the waves.

Jina thought she must return the favor to her princess else, it would be a
precedent of sheer partiality. So she turned a bit left and adjusted
herself slightly to drive her left hand towards the destination between her
princess' thighs. Sonali spread her marble-white thighs to accommodate her,
and her immediate welcome assured Jina that she had been advancing in the
right direction. Her palm then rested on the wet and swollen vagina of her
princess and she next began to massage the region very slowly. She was
surprised for the huge volume of cum-juice in and around Sonali's cunt.

Jina next began to run her middle finger along the crack between Sonali's
swollen cunt and her maneuvering had been welcomed by a loud and deep
voiced hiss from her princess. Thus encouraged, she gently followed the
example that had been set a little while ago by Sonali. She parted the cunt
lips and probed her middle finger to find its way into Sonali's lush body.

Sonali shivered madly and began to kiss Jina and soon her kissing turns
into wild sucking of Jina's lips. Their mouths opened and their tongue
began to dance against each other. A loud slurping sound was hitting their
eardrums constantly making them all the more wild.

Sonali hissed, "More, more, my Queen, more."

Jina obliged her by inserting her index finger as well. Both were fucking
each other with their fingers. Each held other's hand by their hands and
held them tightly at their respective cunts. Sonali inserted her third
finger quickly into Jina's dripping cunt and Jina followed the same thing
by bringing her third. The sloppy and slurping sound together with the
aroma of their aroused sex emitted from their drenching pussies had created
a beautiful and magical ambience inside the coupe.

Sonali then gave up breast-sucking, as she had more nice things to suck,
and slid her vermilion face along her queen's beautiful body forming scores
of "O"s with her sucking kisses all over. Her face crossed Jina's waist and
moved downward along Jina's right thigh. Her breasts, all the while, were
caressing lovingly the beautiful flat tummy of her queen.

Jina began to writhe and twist as violently as a fish does being pulled out
of water. In fact, tongue-play below her breasts was a maiden experience
for her. It was true that she had been happily married and her hubby really
loved her but, for some or other reasons - unknown to her - she had never
been kissed below her breasts. Sonali's lips and tongues, therefore,
inflamed such a tremendous all-burning fire of lust and ecstasy that she
began to shake and shiver, like a fallen yellow leaf in a gale, as if she
had been attacked by a violent fit of an ague.

Sonali's mouth was on the lovely thigh of Jina. Kissing, licking, nibbling,
and love-biting were so showered there by Sonali that Jina had been flown
away with a deluge of never-yet tasted delirium. She felt that she would go
senseless, because of her tremendous rapture when the mouth of her princess
moved upward - very close to her vagina. Unable to control herself, she sat
upright and pressed Sonali's face between her thighs firmly.

Sonali had been enjoying her queen's restlessness immensely and she had
been feeling a certain pride that she had been the cause of delirium in
Jina. She began to explore the region first with her lips and then with her
tongue, cleverly avoiding Jina's carefully trimmed pussy, to make her elder
partner more erotic. A beautiful musky fragrance with free flowing fluid
off her queen's cunt welcomed her invasion there.

Jina somehow managed to control her ecstasy and leaned back along Sonali's
thighs to her left and kept her burning face there. Sonali's pink-hued
shapely and young thighs became restless being caressed by hot and
passionate breathing of her queen. The glowing thighs began to enchant Jina
and she, out of a trance, kissed there lovingly first in one and twos, and
then a shower of loving kisses washed the trim and glowing upper part of
thighs of her princess.

Within a couple of minutes, guided by the skillful and erotic mouth
maneuvering, Jina began to manipulate her mouth there with greater and
still greater intensity. Sonali raised her right thigh a bit letting Jina's
head to rest on the left and, from the very next moment onward, Jina
followed her young lover's course. When her mouth began to kiss Sonali's
inner thigh - close to her drenching pussy - Sonali let go a muffled groan
and pressed Jina's head with her thighs firmly.

Jina quickly realized that her princess had been welcoming what she had
been doing there with her mouth and she increased the pace of her licking
and sucking. Jina's maneuvering continued to intensify Sonali's
lust. Consequently, Sonali had been dragged to move upward from her queen's
inner thigh and reached the dripping vagina of Jina. She put her hungry and
thirsty mouth right on the top of the dripping cunt.

Jina shuddered terribly. She had no idea that mere a girl's mouth could
bring such an unbearable pleasure. She knew the pleasure of kissing, breast
fondling; she knew the pleasure when a round breasts and its nipple are
invaded by a hungry mouth with super-active tongue; she knew scores of
other sexual pleasure, but the pleasure of being kissed on the cunt lips
was totally alien to her. In her long three and twenty spring, never had
she been so caressed in her extremely sensitive point of sexual arousal,
her vagina.

Unknowingly, she let go a loud "AAAHHH". Her breathing became very rapid,
Like a wild beating of drum, her heart began to pound. She increased the
pace of her hip movement - as if she wanted to crush the lovely face of her
princess under her crotch. Suppressed moans began to flow out off her
throat like torrents of rain.

Sensing the wildness of her queen, Sonali began to lick the crevice of
Jina's swollen pussy. Soon her tongue found the clitoris of Jina, and her
tongue began to flick it rapidly. The moans of Jina increased continuously,
her shaking had not known any ceasation. Then Sonali rested her lovely lips
on the two different, yet equally beautiful, lips of Jina's cunt. Her hot
breath there began to caress Jina's cunt. Sonali's lovely young face had
been totally drenched by a huge flow of juice of lust from Jina's cunt.

Jina went mad when Sonali, parting the cunt lips with her tongue, began to
run her tongue all along the line from Jina's clitoris - nibbling and
biting it lovingly - to the asshole of her queen's yet another realm, which
also had not been invaded earlier by tongue, her asshole. After a minute or
two of such erotic cunt-lapping, Sonali inserted her tongue as deep as she
could inside her queen's love-tunnel, causing convulsion in Jina's body and
flow of waves of juice to flood her burning flesh.

Out of sheer ecstasy - because of Sonali's erotic tongue and lips
maneuvering - on her mound of Venus for the first time in her life, she
failed to realize what to do and how to react in such a pleasant
situation. Involuntarily, she spread her thighs, pressed the head of her
princess on her cunt by holding the head firmly and shouted,

"Eat Me THERE, Sonali, eat me. Eat the whole, let not an inch be
spared. More, more of your finger there to quench the itching for ever. No!
No, I don't want to quench it, Let it continue eternally. Fuck me hard with
your fingers and tongue!" Her shaking and convulsion had no ending at all.

As the erotic words always do, those too had turned Sonali all the
more. She had never expected that her beautiful and sophisticated aunt
could moan so grossly. Poor Sonali did not know that when Lust reaches the
point of explosion, there is no difference between a princess and a
beggar-girl. Instead of having any unpleasant feeling, she had been
enjoying the words immensely. In the heart of her hearts, she felt a pride
that she is the cause to make her queen to utter those.

Jina, in her rapturous delirium, went on her moaning and hip movement. She
next fell back on the soft birth and brought herself atop Sonali. With
wonderful sensation, she found that her princess was lowering her dripping
pussy on her mouth. Next moment, the erotic musky fragrance off the pussy
of Sonali welcomed her nostrils. Without any hesitation, as all her
hesitation and inhibitions had been blown away by a cyclone of erotic
arousal, she adjusted her mouth, spread the lovely thighs of her princess
and buried her face into the dripping teen pussy.

Soon her tongue entered deep into the shocking-pink love-tunnel of her
princess.

Jina went mesmerized by the extremely sweet but acrid and pungent taste of
the cum of her princess. She did not know earlier that anything could be so
tasty. Like a mad, she began to lap the juice with her tongue with loud
sloppy and slurpy sound. When she had been a bit quenched, she inserted her
middle finger and very quickly she found that how Sonali's cunt muscle had
gripped her finger. Soon she brought another and, with both, she began to
pump Sonali's cunt in and out forcefully.

Within a few minutes, the sucking of clitoris, invading of fingers inside
each other's love-temple tuned very rapid and then wild. Meanwhile both
Jina and Sonali were fucking each with their by three fingers. Their
breathing went wild, their moans went wild, their hissing went wild and so
wild that had the superfast train not been in full motion, their moaning
and hissing would have drawn the attention of all the passengers of the
running train.

Both the lovers realized that her partner was nearing her climax. So to
make it more violent, both buried their faces into each other's cunt
vehemently. Soon they added more violence in their already almost-violent
movement and they began to rotate and grind their cunts against each
other's face.

Being fucked by tongue, lips and fingers was maiden in Jina's sex-life, she
exploded first. Everything around her whirled and she had been lifted up by
a violent tornado only to be thrown miles away. She cried out loudly, "Hold
me, SonaIi, hold me tight. I am flying, being flown into the air" Next
everything appeared dark and then billions of illuminating blossoms in
billions of color appeared in the darkness to bring her into reality that
she had actually not been flown away off the clutch of her lover-princess,
Sonali.

Seeing that her queen had achieved, Sonali too neared her own. The movement
of her hips grinding the lovely face of her queen became most rapid, her
movement became most violent, her moans and hisses became most
violent. Next moment, still holding her queen with her hands and thighs,
she tuned Jina on her back with a violent jerk and now she began to mount
her queen.

Though exhausted because of her spasmodic climax, Jina had been trying her
best. She was sucking the flooding cunt of her princess vigorously and the
movement of her fingers became wild. With every in-thrust, she had been
trying to reach as deep as she could. She had been trying to synchronize
her finger-fucking with the wild hip movement of her princess with a great
effort.

Sonali then released her left hand from the hip of her queen and placed
them on the high rise mound on Jina's chest and began to squeeze them
violently with all the force she could master at that moment. Her young
body had begun to shake as if a small flower had been dropped in a
torrent. An unbelievable sensation of sheer ecstasy and rapture flooded al
over her body through billions of nerves.

Then she exploded with the ringing of thousand bells. Everything began to
sparkle and glitter in front of her closed eyes. A sense of fullness from
her flooding vagina, waves after waves of sheer pleasure - originating from
her young cunt - had drowned her into a depthless sea of erotic
ecstasy. Clutching her queen's breast firmly, grinding her cunt into the
totally drenched mouth of her queen, and thrusting her hips, she collapsed
with a loud moan and hissing.

The train had begun to slow down, perhaps some or other station was coming.

End of Part-I

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