They turned, startled, eyes wide.
She stood there, leaning against the tiled wall, still flushed from her powerful climax. A smile — dangerous, teasing — played across her lips. Slowly, deliberately, she reached behind herself, unhooked the sweat-soaked bra, and peeled it away from her body, letting her heavy, glistening breasts fall free, the dusky tips stiff with arousal.
Both boys gasped at the sight, hunger reigniting in their faces.
Then, with a soft laugh, she hooked her thumbs into the thin band of her drenched thong, and slowly pulled it down over her hips, thighs, then calves, until she stepped out of it completely, naked apart from the unbuttoned cardigan still draped around her shoulders.
Holding the bra and the thong together in one hand, she stretched her arm toward them.
"Here," she breathed, voice thick with unashamed desire, "take these."
They stepped forward hesitantly, eyes glued to her nakedness, breathing fast. Ravi reached out and took the sweaty bra, while Prayush grabbed the soaking thong, fingers trembling.
Shalini's smile widened, seeing their awe.
"Keep them," she purred, her voice like melted honey. "Smell me. Taste me. Dream about me."
They clutched the forbidden trophies to their chests, nodding silently, worshipful.
But Shalini wasn't done yet. She leaned forward slightly, letting them see her breasts swing and bounce with the movement, and teased,
"Do you want more, my sweet boys? Hm? If you want…you can stay. I might let you worship me again."
Both boys looked like they might collapse from sheer lust, their eyes darting between her bare breasts and her glistening folds. For a second, neither could speak.
Prayush was the first to find his voice, hoarse and needy. "Madam…can we… can we…?"
Shalini laughed softly, a low, thrilling sound, and stepped closer, brushing her fingers across Ravi's cheek, then Prayush's.
"Not today," she finally said, with a sly wink, "but next time… I will give you even more. You've made me very happy today."
They looked heartbroken and relieved all at once, still cradling her bra and thong like precious holy objects.
Shalini then shooed them gently toward the door, letting them leave, and watched their retreating backs with a warm, dizzy ache in her belly. They were hers, completely, and that power made her head spin.
When the room finally went quiet, she looked down at her own nakedness, sweat and arousal still clinging to her skin, and let out a long, trembling sigh.
No turning back now, she thought, heart hammering.
She gathered her things, tied up her cardigan to cover her chest as best she could, and stepped out of the abandoned washroom with a final glance over her shoulder, cheeks flushed with sinful delight.
She had a mela to prepare for. And next time… she would let them have everything.
As Shalini thought about it, she let out a soft chuckle to herself and stepped out of the old school building, her legs still trembling from Ravi and Prayush's relentless licking, every step reminding her of the heat they had left behind on her skin, as she made her way toward home.
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As Ravi held Shalini's sweat-soaked bra, its warmth still clinging to his hands, and Prayush clutched her cum-slicked thong like a forbidden prayer cloth, they stepped out of the abandoned bathroom, panting and shaking. Their faces were red, eyes glassy, the smell of her nectar still flooding their senses. Neither of them spoke as they walked down the cracked hallway toward the main building, almost dizzy with the aftershock of worshipping her so completely.
Every few steps, Ravi brought the bra to his nose and inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring, as if he'd been starving for this taste all his life. Prayush mirrored him with the thong, gently licking a faint trail along its edge before stuffing it deep into his pocket, heart pounding.
They reached the corridor near the principal's office and paused, trying to look normal. Ravi patted down his hair, Prayush tried to smooth his uniform shirt, though the stains on their trousers from her touch were still faintly visible.
They knocked.
The principal glanced up from a thick register and frowned. "Yes, boys? What happened?"
Ravi stepped forward, bowing his head slightly. "Sir, our holidays start tomorrow. We won't be able to return to school for at least three days after the break," he explained, voice low and still rough from what he'd just done with Shalini.
Prayush nodded. "Our families… there's a maha puja in a village near ours. They want us there, sir. Please accept our leave."
The principal squinted at them, then reached for his phone. "Give me your fathers' numbers," he ordered. One by one, he dialed and spoke to their parents, confirming the leave request. When he was satisfied, he signed off on their forms with a distracted nod.
"Alright," he said, "but before you go—" He bent down, rummaging under the desk, and pulled out a thick brown envelope. Holding it out, he added, "Give this to Shalini ma'am. She's going to that village too."
The boys froze, blood draining from their faces before a wild excitement took its place. They stared at the envelope like it was a divine sign.
"Y-Yes, sir," Ravi stammered, taking it.
The moment they stepped outside, Prayush grabbed Ravi's sleeve and shouted, "Bro, fuck! Did you hear him? Shalini ma'am is coming to OUR village!"
Ravi punched his shoulder, grinning like a wolf. "It's a sign, bhai! We'll catch the same train, worship her again. Maybe she'll even let us—"
He couldn't finish. His heart was beating too hard, and he felt a fresh rush in his pants just from imagining her body, open and divine, laid bare for them again.
They ran all the way to their hostel, tossing their bags on the floor and throwing clothes into a cheap metal suitcase, still breathing in her scent from the bra and thong. Ravi shoved the items carefully under his pillow for safekeeping until the train tomorrow.
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Meanwhile…
Shalini left the school with a dizzy heat still clinging between her thighs, the phantom feel of their tongues making her knees wobble with each step. As she crossed the front gate, her phone buzzed — Malika.
"Shalini," Malika purred, "I was thinking. Before you come to the mela, you should get some bold clothes — really bold. Show that delicious body off. You'll be staying with me, and I want everyone to see how beautiful you are."
Shalini's heart fluttered. "Bold? Like…what?"
"Short kurtis, transparent leggings, deep-neck bras," Malika whispered. "Maybe even without panties sometimes."
Shalini shivered. "D…di, that's…"
"Do it for me, gudiya," Malika teased. "Trust me."
Something about Malika's voice made Shalini weak all over, surrendering to the pull of this new life. She sighed, nodding even though Malika couldn't see her. "Okay. I'll go now."
And so she turned toward the mall instead of home.
The next three hours were a blur of silk, lace, sheer netting, and nearly see-through leggings that clung to every curve. She tried on tiny blouses that left the sides of her breasts exposed, kurtis with necklines plunging down to her belly, and micro-thong underwear in neon colors that made her cheeks burn.
In the changing room, she couldn't resist. She turned around, pulled her leggings tight over her hips, and pressed her fingers between her lips, remembering Ravi and Prayush's worship. It took all her willpower not to climax right there in front of the mirror.
By the time she emerged, the bags in her hands felt like sinful promises.
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When she finally reached home, Avi was waiting, watching some cricket match on his phone.
"Maa! You took so long!"
Shalini laughed lightly, hiding her nerves. "I had shopping to do, beta. Now help me put things away, hmm?"
While she unpacked in the bedroom, Avi hovered near her shoulder, looking at the bright, colorful clothes and grinning. "Wow, Maa, these look nice! You'll look so pretty at the mela!"
His innocent praise made her blush, but inside, she thought, If only you knew, my son…
After dinner, while Avi was washing up, Shalini retreated to her room. A message popped on her phone — Malika again:
> Wear a transparent kurti with a deep-neck bra. Transparent leggings. Skip the panties. Cover yourself with a full-button cardigan until I say otherwise. Meet me on platform 4 tomorrow at 11 a.m. Don't be late.
The words made Shalini tremble. She read them again, pulse thudding in her neck. Transparent kurti. No panties.
She opened her new shopping bags and laid out exactly what Malika had asked for, stroking the sheer fabric with tingling fingers. Heat pooled low in her belly.
What will happen in that village? Will Ayu be there? Will Malika let me explore even more?
Her imagination ran wild — of Ayu pressing her down in a hidden tent, of being worshipped openly, of maybe letting other hungry tongues join. The shame burned through her, but so did a fierce excitement she could not deny.
She swallowed, hands shaking, and closed her bag.
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After a bath to calm herself, she put on a soft cotton nightgown, breathing in the jasmine-scented steam as she rubbed lotion on her thighs, remembering how raw they still felt from Ravi and Prayush's rough, devoted mouths.
Finally, she lay down, phone in hand, scrolling back through Malika's message until she nearly memorized every word.
"Platform 4," she whispered. "11 a.m."
She pressed her fingers between her thighs again, gently teasing herself, picturing Malika's hands pulling her kurti open, Ayu's lips closing over her nipples, villagers staring as she was made to show her sinful side under the bright sun.
A quick moan escaped her lips. She covered her mouth, eyes wide, afraid Avi might hear. But he didn't stir, and she continued, faster, wetter, until her body trembled with a small, shameful climax.
Panting, she curled into her pillow, thoughts swirling, dizzy and half-drunk on the thrill.
Tomorrow, she promised herself, I will go.
Sleep stole over her with a final delicious shudder, while outside, the night carried on its quiet rhythm, unaware of the storm of desire that had taken root in Shalini's heart.
Tomorrow she would step onto that platform with Malika…and there would be no turning back.
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