Gawari Fadina -For the love of women II

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Hemalatha was 5’6 and skinny which made her look much taller than she was. Gawari lifted up Hemalatha’s sky blue nighty revealing her perk charcoal dark nipples. Gawari then fetched her pencil bag, took out the ruler, placed it on Hemalatha’s tense nipple and tried to measure the length from her nipple to where her boob ended. The corner of the ruler was sharp, Hema’s nipples grew more sensitive and hard to the sharpness.

“Its so difficult to measure curves with a plastic ruler and just two hands. Lavanya dear please lift up Hema’s boobs, no no not like that just hold them straight and stretched up by her nipples. Pull her nipples a bit more I don’t want to lose even a millimetre” Lavanya obliged and Gawari continued her act and started making notes in her Telegu notebook which no longer was sticky after Naga’s sudden untimely death.

“8 inches under, not bad Hema they just need some volume”
“12 inches from front”
“9 inches from left, 9 and a half from right”

Once Gawari was done with Hema she ordered Lavanya to remove her nightshirt revealing Lavanya’s small boobs.

“They’ll need some serious hard work and pumping” said Gawari with a short laugh and slapping Lavanya’s boob. Then followed the similar exercise with Lavanya as Gawari had done with Hema.

After noting the measurements of Hemalatha and Lavanya, Gawari removed her nighty. Both Hemalatha and Lavanya were amazed at the size and proper roundness of Gawari’s melons and her pink slightly elongated nipples. Gawari continued her pretention “You have to squeeze up and down, left and right, your right breast with your right wrist and left breast with your left wrist. Push them harder.” And with that all three of them started moaning while performing the same act in perfect rhythm.

“You are not doing it right, I’ll do it for you and you can try it on me.” “Oo loosen up, I’ll help you” Gawari pinched Hemalatha’s nipples and started making waves with Hema’s mammaries in all directions. Hemalatha cried with pain and joy. Lavanya’s hand fluidly moved to Gawari’s pussy and started rubbing it with same vigour.
Hemalatha cupped Gawari’s boobs almost digging her nails in Gawari’s buttery soft mounds. Lavanya inserted her first three fingers in Gawari’s cunt and rubbed the insides of her vagina. Gawari moaned in joy, her curls loosely falling on her ample assets, which at that very moment were being ravaged by Hemalatha’s tongue and teeth.
Hema was stuck on Gawari’s right boob, it was actually Gawari who pulled Hema to her boob, Gawari was not letting go of Hema’s head. Hema held on tightly to Gawari’s boobs so as not to fall down and continued sucking on her boob harder and harder, yet Gawari wanted it more rough,  Hema started chewing Gawari’s nipples and biting her tits to satisfy Gawari with rough play.
Gawari was wet, she spread her legs a bit to make some space, pulled Lavanya by her hair to lick her cunt. Lavanya hungrily sucked in Gawari’s juices. Gawari grabbed hold of the “Parachute Advanced” hair oil bottle lying on her bed and passed it onto Lavanya.
In her zest to please Gawari, Lavanya held the bottle with both her hands and pushed it in Gawari’s cunt with her life-force.

The three frolicked for three days and three nights, each day to satisfy one, each day to please one, each day to fuck one, each night to satisfy one, each night to please one, each night to fuck one with “Parachute advanced” hair oil bottle.

The day after the third night and the day after 30 “Parachute Advanced” hair oil bottles, hostel warden and 29 girls present in the hostel rushed to sudden wails emanating from Gawari’s room. Gawari was clutching a piece of paper to her chest and howling . The hostel warden freed the note from Gawari, it read.

“Appologies for all the trouble, we mixed sleeping pills in your water, you see  we both are in love with someone you may come to know soon or may not. Our parents, this society, the law will not allow marriage between three people, so we both are eloping with the love of our lives. By the time you getup from your induced sleep we would have travelled half way across the world.
Assure our parents, friends, teachers and the rest that we’ll never ever cross paths again.

-Luv & Sorry again

Hemalatha & Lavanya”

Seven days after the disappearance,  Gawari’s hostel guard taking a cue from Hemalatha & Lavanya eloped with the love of his life leaving behind his scorned wife and three grieving kids from three different fathers, none his own.

Fakshmi’s heart sank with every passing example of quest for true love and she did what at times like this one should do. She made 17 kilos of Avakaya pickle.

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Gawari Fadina -For the love of women

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Everyday while gorging on Idlies and Sambar in hostel cafeteria Gawari watched how most of the girls trotted around Padma, just being around Padma made them popular and wanted in the social circles. Padma was not only beautiful but also had a lineage which was rare to find in those parts. Padma’s parents were graduate, Padma’s grandparents were graduates, Padma’s great grandparents were graduates.
Gawari hated Padma she thought to herself  “That jinxed black cat wears tight, shortest kameez and all the guys think she is beautiful. And how does it matter if her Ma is educated, my Ma earns more than hers from her many friends just by sitting at home without lifting a finger”
To Gawari’s utter dismay even in her hostel room her roomates discussions were centred around their circle of which Padma was the center. One day one of Gawari’s  roomate was discussing with the other on how good Padma looked in her new chikankari suit which Padma’s dad got from North during one of his tours and the possibility of finding such amazing hand embroidered stuff in any of the local shops.

Gawari hated North-Indians since the day in fourth standard when her schoolmate whose father was in army and posted in Punjab disagreed with Gawari’s claim of being the fairest girl in whole India and that too without resorting to use “Fair & Lovely”. Uma disclaimed Gawari’s claim with her own conjured statistics that 80% of the women in Punjab were 80% more fairer than Gawari.  Gawari was devastated by such hearsay, she vowed to take down every North-Indian till she was alive. As time flew by her vow became more and more inclusive and engulfed Malayalis, Brahmins, Hyderabadis, Kannads, Marathis, Caucasians etc. in total there were 45 races and 25 Indian castes that fell under the aegis of her vow.

Gawari interrupted her roommates with a snort “There is nothing good in North, have you seen any of those north-Indian sluts? Don’t you understand Padma is going down the dirty drain, she has started wearing jeans like those north-Indians, ai-aiyoo what a shame.” Gawari slammed her forehead thrice with her right hand and rolled her eys.
“Padma is not beautiful she just has a voluptous figure like the whores and guys just want to squeeze and suck her boobs. Thats why they flock around her”.

Hemalatha considered herself Padma’s close friend and she was hurt by Gawari’s remarks “In that case there should be more number of guys following you but we dont see any” retorted Hemalatha

Gawari was quick to snap “Guys don’t flock around good traditional girls for wrong reasons okay. They know who they can score easily with and they follow such whores only. I always wear  traditional Andhra dresses completely covering every inch of my body. And all the guys secretly desire me, would die to get one look from me but they want to marry me not to have a fling like they’ll have with Padma. And you’ll see once they get a job their parents will beg my parents for my hand in marriage. Have you seen anyone as fair as me across 500 miles and yet you think guys want Padma? Anyone who hangs around me is respected and all the girls who hang around Padma are known to be easy tease in boy’s hostel”.

“Padma doesnt wear tight dresses, she wears well-fitting dresses and unlike you she wears a bra underneath it”  Hemalatha uttered in disgust
“Aiyoo didn’t anyone tell you, good girls don’t wear bra. Bra is a western concept, bra doesn’t fall under any category of Telegu or for that fact Indian traditional dresses. What do you call a bra in Telegu or any of the Indian languages? Saaayeee, do we have a Telegu word for it?” After Naga’s sudden disappearance Gawari’s trick to get noticed somehow failed on others except the girl’s hostel watchman, she was growing desperate for more action and when Hemalatha alluded to the size of her assets and undergarments something stirred in Gawari.
“I come from a village okay, we only follow our culture there okay, I know herbal remedies and chants which can be used to make one more voluptuous, I can help you if you want dear. I can help you get boobs as big as a ripe Papaya much bigger than Padma’s” Gawari spoke with a combination of innocence and conviction to Hemlatha
“You are kidding” both Hemalatha and Hemabindu announced in unision
“A girl needs to prepare herself to nourish her kids you know, my Amma always says that. You will not see a single flat chested woman in my family. And whatever they say nowadays its not about one’s genes okay. Why my grandma is flat-chested but my Amma is not. My Amma worked hard on her body to develop it, to nourish us and to keep her husband happy. That’s the only goal of traditional housewives and you should always keep that in mind. Only in that lies a woman’s real success i.e. to nourish her husband and his family.”

Hemalatha and Lavanya’s interest suddenly piqued, they never really liked Gawari, there was something strange about her face and demeanour but something very binding about her figure if you could completely ignore her face. Both privately cursed God for wasting such a blessing on Gawari, if only they were proud owners of 36Es that would have gone so damn well with their innocent faces.

“Come on close the door I’ll teach you how to prepare yourselves for your future. How you can become more attractive than Padma and in the respectful traditional way”; With that Gawari invited Hemalatha and Lavanya for her first threesome and their one time experience.

Lavanya locked the latch. Hemalatha switched off the lights, so that others in hostel don’t disturb them in the act.

“Switch on the lights dear, I want to see you in full light and come near me darling” Gawari demanded.

Hemalatha switched on the lights and stepped up to Gawari. As Hemalatha and Lavanya stood face to face with Gawari and looked in her eyes a shadow slowly started engulfing their senses. Both of them stood as in trance. Their only goal in life now was to satisfy their mistress in every way possible. Their only goal in life now was to see that their mistress is not enraged the slightest. Their only goal in life now was to do exactly what their mistress Gawari Fadina asked of them….