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Latha’s Bi-Experience – Part IV

Mom was ready and prim (though nude) within a few minutes. Her short freckled hair was tied to a ponytail. She wore some simple jewellery and donned no make up at all. I also noticed that when we were having our nap, she had neatly shaven her pubic hair. Till the morning, she used to have a good under growth of dark freckled pubic hair. Now, it was smooth and hairless pussy. The pink pussy lips now peeked out between the thighs as there was no hair to smother them. I delicately touched the new shaven cunt of Mom and licked my fingers.

Then Sudha and I went about combing our well shampooed hair and tied them into plaits as usual. I found that the plait of Sudha came down well below her buttocks and used to sexily dance from one ass to another when she walked. My plaited hair was also fairly long and it touched the top of my ass crack. Mom brought out several pieces of jewellery for us to use. She explained that most of them were given by rich customers to her in return for sexual favours. She also showed the two pearl necklaces, which were stuffed into Sudha’s and Amar’s assholes the previous night. Sudha and I tied them properly and wore them on our beautiful necks. We also put on new pairs of diamond ear rings and dozens of bangles. We took care to shadow our eyelids and add a dab of lip stick to our beautiful lips. Amar kissed us passionately as soon as this beautification session was over and Mom looked awe struck at the beauty of her daughters. She commented that after our marriage and child births we had become more attractive. She helped in powdering and perfuming our hidden parts and magnificent boobs. We all continued to be nude till 6:30 p.m. We then realised that we had discarded the last of our dresses more than 20 hours ago. We put on simple clothes with as usual the ladies in a saree and the guy in his best dhoti and shirt. Mom also informed us that she had kept ready five sets of new dresses for the five girls to be worn for the festival but kept as suspense the nature of dress till later.

Bhavana and Archana came in sharply at 7 p.m. dressed in splendid silk sarees and decked with fashionable jewellery. I knew that these two girls also shared a passion for fashion jewellery like Sudha & me. Priya came in soon after dressed in a tight fitting salwar khameez but without duppatta and the dress accentuated her boobs and magnificent figure. I could see Amar and Priya exchanging fond glances at one another. Priya was more like my Mom, with freckled hair tied into a pony tail and little jewellery. No wonder, Amar fell in love with my Mom as well as Priya. We invited the teenage guests into our home and offered sweets as was customary. Then Mom came out with the surprise package. She informed that according to the tradition of Karthik Poornima, she should honour five Sumangalis (married women) and one Kanya (virgin) with new silk clothes and so she made the five of us girls i.e. Sudha, Bhavana, Archana and Me being the married women and Priya being the virgin (at least for the present). The new clothes consisted of a grand ghagra (long skirt reaching from the waist to the ankles) and one South Indian style choli (blouse). The South Indian choli is a tight fitting blouse held together with a few hooks in the front before the cleavage. It starts from the shoulders and ends at the bottom of the breasts. Normally the ghagra and choli are not worn alone. They are usually covered by another piece of demure cloth known as the Dhavani (much like the North Indian Duppatta), which covers part of the midriff and is spread across the breasts so that it i not sexy looking. But, Mom, keeping in mood with our activities, decided to dispense with the Dhavani and asked us to wear and ghagra and blouse alone.
The dresses were magnificent. The top of the ghagra ended below the navel and the great expanse of midriff area between the ghagra and choli was exposed fully. The choli was also tight fitting and lifted up the breasts. The back of the choli was dangerously low cut and it covered barely two inches in the back. The front was also very low cut and showed more than half of the cleavage. The fabrics were of different colours. I got bright red, Sudha - dark brown, Archana - bright green, Bhavana - ash grey and Priya wore a baby pink colored choli and ghagra. We were given the clothes together with other holy gifts such as flowers etc., and requested by my Mom to wear the dresses immediately. In order no to embarrass our guests at this stage, we went into different rooms and changed over to new clothes. Sudha and I felt very comfortable with such revealing clothes. The other girls felt very shy wearing only the ghagra and choli with their navels and cleavages exposed, but soon got over their shyness.

I WILL LET PRETTY PRIYA TO GIVE YOU THE REST OF THE RENDERING.

As soon as I entered Sudha Bhabhi’s (wife of elder brother) house, I knew something was different and electric about the atmosphere. My heart throb Amar was the only man in the crowd which was otherwise occupied by Aunty and four young married woman. I stole glances at Amar, which she reciprocated. I had made no secret of my special love for Amar as I had informed the earlier day to Sudha of my intentions to marry him, though I had heard rumours that he was a live in boy friend of Aunty.

When I saw the silk clothes presented by Aunty to all of us girls, I was pleasantly surprised. When we all wore them, I was shocked at the revealing clothes. I was too shy to come out of my dressing room after changing over to the ghagra-choli, but Latha kept calling me from outside saying that she need the room to use for changing her clothes. I came out very shy of my naked midriff and revealing breast top. I used to always be very conscious about the fact that my breasts had grown to mammoth size of 41 inches before my 17th birthday. Now, with half the breasts exposed, I felt as if I was stark naked. As soon I came out I saw Amar ogling at my bulging top and felt very proud for a moment. Later, when I saw Aunty and Sudha also ogling at my cleavage, I felt it very odd and funny that women should ogle at another’s breasts. I saw that Archana and Bhavana shared my discomfiture but Latha and Sudha were very free and making merry. Amar and Aunty were trying to bring us back to normalcy with wise cracks and different subjects. I had another reason for greater discomfiture than the other girls. My dress was the only one with a light coloring. So my dark brown aerola showed clearly through the pale pink coloured blouse. Slowly I became normal chirpy self. I could also clearly see that the nipples of all the girls were growing and pressing against the sheer fabric of the choli. My nipples refused to listen to my mental commands and grew sharply pressing against the choli. I could however, not help noticing that Amar was patting all of us on the backs and bottoms freely whenever he was talking to us. Normally, it is taboo in South Indian families for grown up members of opposite sexes to touch each other and certainly not on asses. I could see Archana and Bhavana initially squirming whenever Amar touched them. Then they got used to it and became normal.

Latha and Sudha were however enjoying the celebration unmindful of the state of our dresses. In fact by the jiggling and jumping of their breasts, I guessed that the two sisters did not have a bra on. We went around the house, lighting lamps. Though it is tradition only for girls to light lamps, Amar came with us trying to help us and patting our bottoms now and then. I found Latha & Sudha also tap the bottoms of the rest of us very frequently. Strangely I felt a tingling pleasure when my bottom was slapped by the two sisters. I later learnt that Archana and Bhavana also felt the same strange feeling. A couple of times the chirpy sisters also brushed against my now stormy nipples and carried on as if nothing had happened. Instead of getting angry at the sisters and Amar for such behaviour, I found that I longed for it. Amar photographed all of us in various positions, but I noticed that all the poses invariably included a generous coverage of cleavage. At the end of the lamp lighting, we went into the house once again. The dinner was ready. However, Aunty announced that in keeping with the tradition of the festival, the young married girls should partake dinner first and the rest of them later. Strangely only two banana leaves were laid for four married girls and both the leaves were touching one another. Sudha and Archana were seated before one leaf and Bhavana and Latha before the other. Archana and Bhavana were shocked but accepted it as a part of a very funny unfolding game. Food was served to the four of them and they started eating out in pairs as stated earlier. Sudha suddenly took some food in her hand and fed it to Latha who was at the next leaf. Latha returned the compliment. Then Sudha & Latha fed their partners in their leaf also. The guest girls, after some hesitation ate the food from the hands of their partners. After their dinner, they were asked to wash their hands and go out to see if the lamps were glowing or need oil in them.

Then both the used banana leaves were put one over the other and I was asked to seat before the leaves. Amar sat on my left and Aunty on the right. They told me that the three of us will eat out of the used banana leaf. This sent me into another shock. In a few South Indian families, a wife was required to eat out of the leaf used by her husband but never otherwise. However, the idea gave me a very sexy feeling and I went ahead. During our dinner, Aunty told me that all of them felt that Amar and I would make a good wedded couple and that today would be a “rehearsal” for our wedding. At that time I did not know, what it meant, but I was in ecstasy when I heard this news. Aunty and Amar did not allow me to touch the food. They fed whatever I wanted with their hands and also fed themselves and each other.
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