Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

Sumi’s thighs itched vigorously in the thigh length murky, dark mossy green, rotten pond beside a bamboo orchard. Her neck pained hard being her head bent for long in semi-sideways in a queer position as her soft, smooth creamy oiled up skin burnt in crude sunlight. Dolly, was not in a good position too, just being closely attached to her daughter. Not only her legs and thighs were itching and burning but shivering too in this shocking torture. The mother and daughter, facing them, had their hair tied together and so are their opposite hands. Both tried to manage to hold their balance in the muddy, slippery pond. But, slipping their balance would be a disaster, as they knew. A constant pain between the crouch made the women overtly cautious. Right then a ball of mud comes and hits Dolly’s face. But no, one must go chronologically and the finer details of their current placement.
Shukla gazed for minutes at his double meat with shocking pleasure.
Dolly had her oiled hair neatly combed and was in a elaborate hairstyle. She had her hair middle parted with lace plait at both the sides. At the back, at one side, Dolly had long plait, while the other side was braided and pony puffed at intervals.
Sumi, carrying a sharply smelling oil factory over her head had her hair combed in middle parting so smooth that it looked like a gramophone disc. Sumi, at one side had a shining, fishbone plait, while on the other side it was a top chignon.
Shukla could feel his enormous anger is quickly changing to lust. Both of them looked really like his meat, but Sumi was his target. As for Shukla knew well, it’s Sumi who got it right for him to like their decking up.
Shukla advances to the women, and looks at one of his man and indicates at Dolly.
A huge bahubali walks to Dolly. Dolly tries to bring a smile on her face, a smile of acceptance, but her burning inner thighs, her aching body, made the reaction far from being a smile. With a sharp pull, the pallu was taken away and promptly the saree off. A sharp tug on waist and the petticoat comes out, and then the blouse showing up her huge saggy tits.
Dolly, stark naked, with saggy hanging tits, protruded droopy belly and fat thighs stood beside her daughter. Exactly then, the jeep arrives and creeks upon the pebbled portico.
Lallanpur gaon was gleaming in excitement. A small village of a few couple of hundred people, hardly they get any form of entertainment. To watch a movie, they need to travel twenty five kilometers and for hospital it is fifty.
This day became a fete for them.
Two women, one side of their hair tied to each other, were marching through the village roads and streets escorted by mukhia, sarpanch and hoards of bahubalis.
As the procession went further, followers joined up, with men cheering swear words, women giggling and children running and laughing.
It was really difficult for the women to walk sideways, but none of them couldn’t care less for that now. Both of them were white in horror and couldn’t dare to think what awaited their fate now.
The procession ended at the panchayat venue.
At their horror, the women finds Shukla seated on the chair at panchayat.
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