Is Lesbian sex a sin & immoral pleasure???

From Culture to Civilization

The following narration is about two friends who have been sticking together from their high school days onwards. Jayanthi and Srilatha both belong to the same district popularly known as the rice bowl of India, (Tanjore). Passed out from the government higher secondary school of Kumbakonam, they together proceeded to take up BE computer science at AVC Mayavaram passed out with flying colours.

Their education took them to far off land where everything was alien to both of them, social life, conservative Tamil culture and values which they carried from a southern state was suddenly not required any more in the new alien city. Both the gender men women were treated at par, fabric which covered the females beautiful cuts & curves suddenly shrunk while only sparsely covering the mounds and the valley. Weekend late night parties have become the status symbol anyone not going to these places were called uncivilized. All the fun frolic & dance were immersed or almost drowned in the whisky mixed with super fine white powder called cat-amine used on pregnant women & it does come in the possession of drugs category. Thereby the enforcement agency can’t take action on the person who has abused the kotamin drug. It was a heaven where pleasure is the ultimate boundary it was here that they decided to rent a independent house All the above are used by the people who live in the city to which Jayanthi and Srilatha went to take up their job offer. You are right; the Indian city which has all the above said fashion statement. . . . Bangalore.

It never took long for these two girls to get accustomed to the new fucking way of life. Beauty salon gym Commercial Street Infantry road internet pubs sizzling weather coupled with the high power of purchase provided by way of salary from the company called Micro –land situated in Koramangala. In a nearby area a few kilometers away the airport these two timid girls went in for an independent thereby Jayanthi & Srilatha civilized in a short span of time. The prevailing excellent weather condition made them even more closely in bed where they cuddled up underneath a single blanket. The lesbian love & sexual arousal was being individually experienced by them & it automatically gave birth to the hidden pleasure of Cunninlingus A word derived from (Lesbian act of oral sex; from Latin cunne, “female pudenda “And lingus “tongue”; punned as “cunning linguist”)

Now let’s plunge in to the ocean of Lesbianism from here on. The cool breeze gently blowing across her nipples made them stand up very hard. Or maybe it was partly due to the excitement. She wasn’t sure why it excited her so much. Maybe because it was a little bit naughty. Jayanthi couldn’t remember ever having been outside completely naked before. Maybe she had done it as a baby in her native, but certainly never since then. And she didn’t remember even fantasizing about it. It just was an idea that had never crossed her mind before. Yet, here she was, a fully-grown woman, walking naked into the private resort which was left to them alone with no other customer at night. Literally speaking they have wandered too far away form their nativity and culture.

When her friend Srilatha suggested it, Jayanthi thought she was joking. And maybe she was. But, somehow, they had talked each other into stripping down to nothing and walking a good half a kilometer from their cottage down to the empty swimming pool to refresh themselves from a over dosage of whisky mixed with kotamin hangover. They had talked about it earlier in the evening. But the plan was to go down to the pool and then get naked. Of course, the drink in them together with dinner may have had something to do with the change of plans. She was in a way glad about early April & also the summer season had started and almost whole of the resort was empty courtesy due to school/college exams had started.

Srilatha didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get to the swimming pool. It was obvious that she was enjoying the same excitement and feeling of freedom that Jayanthi was in. They were just casually strolling down the path to the pool, as if they didn’t have a care in the world. Like they were they only people in the whole world. Just the two of them, all alone. No work to go back to before the next Monday, no problems with boyfriends as the plan to resort was by itself due to recent break up, no worries about money Micor-Land was paying a hefty cheque. No problems, no rules and no sins. Just like Adam and Eve in Paradise. Well, Eve and Eve in our case.

Srilatha stopped and leaned over to smell some type of night aroma in the air. The moonlight on her skin made it seem almost iridescent. Srilatha had very fair skin to start with, being a natural Brahmin girl. But, in the pale light of the moon, she looked almost like a ghost. A very beautiful ghost. Jayanthi had always thought that Srilatha was beautiful. Her “Tanjore Doll” fair skin, her long, thick black hair, her small but perfect breasts, tiny waist, firm rounded hips and long shapely legs.

Seeing her naked made Jayanthi notice Srilatha’s beauty even more. It was almost as if she was becoming sexually aroused at seeing her friend this way. But that couldn’t be. Jayanthi had feelings only when they were in the bed cuddling into each other but even if she had, it wouldn’t have been so highly charged arousal. They were like sisters. They had known each other for virtually all their lives. Their parents lived next door to each other. Their birthdays were only a few weeks apart. They ended up in almost all of the same classes in school, from kindergarten right on into college. They had their first love together with a couple of local boys back in Kumbakonam. No, it couldn’t be sexually arousal. It had to be just the excitement of being naughty and running around naked. And the whisky probably didn’t help things either.

Even so, Srilatha was beautiful. But she had always thought of herself as too lean. Jayanthi looked down at her own naked body. She had always thought of herself as too fat. Her breasts were about three times the size of Srilatha’s. And, even though they were very firm, they were big enough that she almost never went without a bra. Her waist was a lot bigger than Srilatha’s too. It wasn’t fat; she did 45 minutes walking every nightthe gym. It was just thick. And even if she starved herself to death, her hips would never be as small as Srilatha’s. And one thing that made almost every other girl she knew (including Srilatha) jealous. Jayanthi had almost no body hair. If she shaved her legs and armpits once a month, it was a lot. Her pubic hair always looked like it had been neatly trimmed, even though she had never trimmed it. Guys had a tough time in hanging around with her.

But, then again, these girls weren’t nuns either. They had sexual feeling quite often. But they were never easy or cheap about it. These girls were fuck up attitude & mentally strong females. Neither Srilatha nor Jayanthi would go to bed with a boy that easily maybe their brought up rule were still with them. They never fought over anything. A serious relationship exists between them.

Suddenly, Jayanthi realized that she had closed her eyes for a while and had been day dreaming about her body . . . and Srilatha’s body. Maybe it was because of the whisky but, while she had been daydreaming, she had begun touching herself. Not really masturbating, just slowly moving her hands across her breasts, her belly, her butt and her thighs. She opened her eyes and realized that Srilatha had been watching her. Jayanthi suddenly felt very exposed. And she tried to cover herself with a turkey towel she had been carrying. But it was tangling in the shrubs of plants nearby where she had dropped it.

“Don’t be ashamed, Jayanthi” Srilatha told her “We’ve been roommates & childhood friends long enough for me to know that you masturbate. I can hear you sometimes, late at night. And I know you’ve probably heard me masturbating too.” Jayanthi hadn’t notice until then, but Srilatha was touching herself also. She stepped toward Jayanthi and helped her free the blanket she carried from the cottage. Then she spread the blanket on the ground in front of them. As Srilatha sat on the blanket she looked up at Jayanthi “I’m too horny to wait until we’re back at the cottage. I’m going to masturbate right here and now! And if you’re as horny as I am, you’ll lay down here next to me and do the same!” Srilatha lay back and began to run her hands across her naked white flesh.

Jayanthi hesitated. She tried to tell herself it was because she was afraid of getting caught by the workers of the resort. But she knew that wasn’t true. She knew they were safe. She had to admit that she was embarrassed that anyone, even Srilatha, knew that she masturbated. It was wrong and it was sinful, but it just felt so good. Sometimes she just couldn’t help herself. But to do it in front of someone else . . . she just couldn’t. But, obviously, Srilatha could.

Jayanthi watched as Srilatha began touching herself more and more. Srilatha’s hands first cupped her breasts, gently pinching her nipples between her thumbs and fingers. Then, one hand slowly moved down across her stomach and onto her pussy. Not entering it yet, just rubbing the fur-covered mound. Srilatha’s eyes were closed and her breathing was slow and heavy. Softly she began to moan, the way Jayanthi had heard her moan many nights before.

Srilatha’s knees began to rise as her legs spread further and further apart. From where Jayanthi was standing, she could see right into Srilatha’s pussy. The wetness of it glistened in the moonlight. And Jayanthi realized that her own pussy was getting very wet as well. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, Jayanthi’s hand slipped down and she began to touch herself. She stood there, frozen, unable to look away, watching Srilatha, the girl who she thought of like a sister, masturbating. And Jayanthi began to masturbate too.

She knew that Srilatha was watching her, like she was watching her. But she didn’t care anymore. Neither of them did. Both girls began to masturbate faster, as if they were trying to stay in rhythm with each other. Passionate, heavy breathing and low animalistic moans now accompanied stiff fingers digging into hot wet holes. Faster and faster their fingers flew, each transfixed, unable to take their eyes off the other. Until finally, as if by some prearranged signal, they both achieved explosive climaxes. And, as they did, Jayanthi’s knees gave way and she collapsed forward, onto Srilatha, leaving their faces only inches apart.

Without a thought or a word, their lips met, their tongues united and their arms and legs intertwined. What followed was an embrace more passionate than either of them had ever experienced before. The orgasmic spasms, like the after-shocks of an earthquake or a tsunami, continued as the two women writhed against each other. Neither knew how long it went on, but both knew they didn’t want it to end. But, as all good things must, the spasms subsided and the embrace ended. Srilatha looked up at Jayanthi and smiled. She was satiated, content and happy.

Jayanthi’s face beamed at first, and then suddenly contorted into a silent sob. Without a word, she jumped up and ran off in the direction of the cottage. Srilatha tried to follow her, but her legs were still rubbery from her orgasm. It took a few minutes before she could manage to gather the blanket and follow her friend. Srilatha found Jayanthi lying on her bed, face buried in her pillow and sobbing hysterically. It took several minutes before Srilatha could get anything even vaguely coherent out of Jayanthi behaviour.

“Oh God, Srilatha, don’t you understand?!? I’m a . . . a . . . a . . . Lesbian!” Jayanthi immediately fell back into hysterical sobbing. Srilatha tried and tried again to talk to her. But it was no use.

It was really hard and took time for Srilatha, she thought for a moment. “Forbidden Fruit” she said flatly. “What?” Jayanthi replied. “Forbidden Fruit. Wanting something because you know you can’t have it.” Jayanthi shook her head “I had some. And now I want more.” Srilatha slid into the bed next to Jayanthi. “No Jaya,” she told her “We only had a taste. Just enough to make us want more. The only way to get this out of our systems is to let go and have it all!” Srilatha leaned close and kissed Jayanthi as passionately as she could. But Jayanthi resisted “No, Sri, this isn’t right.”

“Jaya, how could anything that feels this good be wrong? Besides, if you don’t try it, how will you ever know for sure if you’re straight or gay?”

Without waiting for an answer, Srilatha resumed kissing her friend. Jayanthi resisted for a few seconds longer, before giving in to her own desires. Slowly, at first, the two women began to explore each others bodies. First with their hands, then with their lips and tongues. Both women had become determined to hold back nothing. Everything they did seemed to give them both pleasure. And they did it all. They left no part of each others bodies untouched, unkissed and unlicked. Orgasm after orgasm washed over them, each one better than the last. Until finally, exhaustion over took them and they fell asleep in each others arms.

In the morning, neither of them spoke of the previous night for a long while. Finally, Jayanthi broke the silence “What we did last night was like nothing I have ever experienced. No man or thoughts has ever made me cum so much and so hard. How can you doubt that we are Lesbians?” Srilatha bit her lip and thought for several minutes before answering. “I don’t know, Jaya. I think if I were a Lesbian, I would know it in my heart. And I just don’t feel that. Yes, last night was good. It was Damn Good! But I still don’t think either of us are Lesbians.” Jayanthi looked at her “Then how do you explain what happened? How do you explain away the fact that neither of us has ever had better sex than that?”

Srilatha thought for a moment. “You know, Sigmund Freud’s theory was that we are all Bi-Sexual. And that it is just subconscious pressure from our families, our peers and Society as a whole that forces us to choose one or the other. Maybe he was right. Maybe we were just tapping into our other half.” Jayanthi still wasn’t convinced “I might buy that, if it wasn’t for the fact that none of the sex I have ever had has been anywhere close to what we had last night.” Srilatha looked up at her “Maybe that’s because, for the first time in our lives, we weren’t just having sex.” Jayanthi looked puzzled “What is that supposed to mean?” Srilatha continued “We weren’t just having sex. I think last night, for the first time in our lives, we made love.”

Jayanthi almost fell off her chair “What?!?!?” Srilatha suddenly knew she was right and she wasn’t about to give up “You can’t deny that we have loved each other for years. But did you ever love any of the boys you’ve been around with. I mean really love them?” She thought about it for a moment “Well, there were a few of them that, at the time . . .” Jayanthi’s answer trailed off. She was so sure last night and again this morning. But what Srilatha just said seemed to make so much sense. And she wasn’t so sure anymore.

Srilatha suddenly hopped up and began to get into her swim suit. Jayanthi looked at her “What are you doing?” Srilatha tossed Jayanthi her swin suit “Look, we are either Lesbians or we’re not. Either way, we don’t have to have an answer about this today. We’ve got all the weenend to figure it out. In the mean time, I’m heading for the pool. This will probably be the last day we’ll have it all to ourselves. The resort may not be as empty as it is now, crowds will start coming in next weekend onwards.” As usual, Srilatha was right. Jayanthi slid into her swim suit both wore their night robe and went in the direction of the swimming pool.

On the path to the beach, they bumped into Mrs. Sheela who was genuinely late 40’s, the widow lady who worked as a Manager in this resort. She was a sweet quiet old lady who got along quite well with the girls. Maybe it was because she was also a horny old bitch who still needed some really big cocks to get fucked over the years; She wasn’t a prostitute, but if she liked a man she wasn’t shy about letting him know either and get what she really needs in order to get complete satisfaction in this age too.

Hi girls. Oh, I had to get off that pool quickly. I was getting over heated.” Jayanthi looked up at the sky “Really, the sun doesn’t seem too hot yet.” Mrs. Sheela shook her head “It’s not the sun. It’s that new life guard from the resort. He must have got in last night, because he’s down there on the pool working out right now. Short cut hair, sexy eyes and muscles on top of muscles! And he’s wearing the smallest pair of under garments I have ever seen. My God I might have an orgasm right here, I need to get back to my cottage and cool off. Before I lose control and rape that sweet young hunk! God, he’s got such a nice ass!” And with that she headed on up the path.

The girls were still giggling about Mrs. Sheela when they rounded the last corner before the pool. Then they saw him. And they both stopped giggling. “Mrs. Sheela wasn’t exaggerating, was she?” Jayanthi said.

Srilatha shook her head “If anything, she was diminishing it. He’s absolutely gorgeous!” Srilatha started readjusting her suit, making it obscenely smaller. “Sri, what are you doing?” Jayanthi shrilled. She didn’t even look at her “You know this whole Les – Bi thing we’ve been worrying about? Well, I’ve thought it over and I am convinced that I am, at the very least, Bi!”

The moist heat in Jayanthi’s swim bottoms was telling her the same thing. “Well, what do you want to do about it?” she asked Srilatha. She still hadn’t taken her eyes off the sexy life guard “Girlfriend – I’m going hunting. And I plan to have those briefs he’s wearing hanging from our cottage hanger before dark!”

“Oh” was Jayanthi’s only reply. Srilatha froze in mid drool “What’s the matter Jaya? We’ll still have each other. I just want a little beef in my honey pot too.” Jayanthi shook her head “It’s not that. I just . . . well I’m beginning to agree with you about being Bi. But that’s okay, I can wait until you’re through with him.” Srilatha raised an eyebrow and she was going to tell Jayanthi that she could have him first.

But then a light came on in her head. “Jaya, we’ve already shared lot of things between us, right? And now we’ve shared each other this strong & sexy guy, right? But, the one thing we have to try is getting fucked at once!” Jayanthi caught on fast “You don’t mean . . .” Srilatha nodded “That’s right, we’ll each grab a leg, hold on tight and make a wish!” Jayanthi thought about it for a second “Oh, why not. I’ll already have to spend hours in confession for last night. I might as well add a few more sins to the list and get my money’s worth!” Srilatha put her arm around her “Jayanthi, I think this is going to be the best weekend yet!” Two innocent looking girls from down south Tanjore district have gone to the pinnacle of civilization. Thanks to the big fuckin pay packet from the software companies like Microland, Infosys, & TCS and so on. I remember someone told me the reason why the salaries now days are credited into the bank account. Just because the cheques did not have enough boxes to carry the interga’s in those salaries. Isn’t it or have I made a mistake? Let me know what you have to say about the story above to [email protected]

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