Mahima and Karishma 🎧 – Indian Sex Stories

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She didn’t think Mahima would let her touch her. Then again, she never thought anyone would let her touch them. Karishma was shy. She knew it. But still, that didn’t stop her erotic lesbian desires from flowing through her body like any other young woman.

Shyness didn’t seem to be present this early afternoon. Karishma’s hands ran up the back of Mahima’s legs, teasing underneath her dress. There was no resistance. She pulled Mahima closer to her. Their lips met, and then they instantly locked in a passionate kiss.

No, there was no resistance at all.  Karishma only felt the equal pull of her new lover, who touched her similarly. They wanted each other. There was no denying it. Karishma moaned softly and pressed her lips more forcefully against Mahima’s mouth.

“Karishma couldn’t possibly be in this as much as I am,” Mahima thought. She struggled to keep her composure. Her lips pressed against Karishma’s. Her tongue danced lightly inside her delicious little mouth. “She’s normally so shy.”

“I can’t believe Mahima isn’t stopping me,” Karishma thought again as she pushed her tongue deeper into Mahima’s mouth. She opened her eyes and dared a quick peek at Mahima, amused to see her lover’s eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“God, she’s so beautiful,” she lamented. Still not quite believing that it was Mahima, her gorgeous brunette roommate, that she was kissing.

It felt so surreal. Watching Mahima all these months as they became better and better friends. Casually asking Mahima if she ever dated women, yet never receiving an answer.

She knew she did. Karishma had caught Mahima bringing a girlfriend back from a bar one night. What a night it had been! Karishma still got wet, remembering the two girls moaning behind the closed bedroom door. She hid in the dark to listen to their intimate romantic sex.

Yes, her roommate dated girls. But for some reason, she refused to ever talk about it. That particular girlfriend was gone the following morning when Karishma woke up, and Mahima never brought her up. That’s what made things so difficult.

She wanted her roommate from the moment she laid eyes on her gorgeous body. But Karishma knew that if she were ever to come on to her and Mahima rejected her, it would make their living together nearly impossible.

Beyond the embarrassment, she didn’t want to move. Finding a flat in the city was a nearly impossible task. She adored the cosy two-bedroom place they shared. No, it’s better to remain silent than upset the apple cart.

Except now – the distance that had once kept them apart had vanished in the blink of an eye, and a hand was under the skirt. “She is so unbelievably sexy,” Mahima kept repeating to herself.

She felt Karishma’s hand reaching up higher under her dress, teasing the edges of her silk-pink pants. She let out a quiet moan, unable to keep her arousal in check. Her hands found the same path under Karishma’s dress, and she teased her similarly.

She grazed her fingers over Karishma’s soft mound and along the soft curve of her bottom. “God, she is so unbelievably sexy!” kept running through her head. “So unbelievably sexy.” Karishma had accepted that it was happening.

This was real. Her crush on her roommate had suddenly turned into the hottest sexual encounter she could recall. She had only been with one other woman before. It was nothing like what she was feeling with Mahima. Her legs were growing so weak that she could barely stand.

Her inner thighs, where Mahima was teasing her, were on fire. Her nipples were hard and pressed against the front of her dress, begging to be pinched and sucked. Her breath was hot. She was so turned on. She couldn’t even think. Yet she tried. She tried to think of what a more confident girl would do.

She didn’t want her first time with Mahima to be awkward. She quickly realized she didn’t want this to be the only time. Something that felt this good. There was no way she wanted to give this up. Karishma was sick of always being the shy girl, terrified to ask another girl out on a date.

Her timidity had plagued her since she realized she was attracted to women. She’d even tried dating guys to please her family. Always worrying more about what others thought than caring for her needs. She didn’t want Karishma ever to know that timid, shy side of her.

This was her chance to show her roommate she knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted Mahima. Karishma reached her hand down and squeezed Mahima’s upper thigh, then raised Mahima’s leg and pulled her closer. She thrust her hips forward, rubbing her pelvis against Mahima in a slow, sensual rhythm.

She could hear Mahima’s gasp of surprise. She smiled to herself. She was just getting started. Mahima’s eyes widened as she felt Karishma’s tongue probing the inside of her mouth. She was shocked by the boldness that came over her roommate.

“I had no idea she was so experienced,” she thought as Karishma pushed her onto the couch. She felt her legs spread open and her arms pushed into the soft cushions behind her.

“She’s just so good at this.” Mahima was not a virgin regarding women. But she was not experienced. The only girl she’d been with recently had been a one-night hookup after a bar. While they had made a lot of noise in the dark, she hadn’t experienced any passion with her.

Karishma seemed to ooze passion from every pore of her being. Mahima felt her body and mind slip away. She was going to give herself to Karishma, every bit of her. Karishma continued kissing Mahima’s soft, feminine mouth.  She licked her tongue and bit her bottom lip, devouring her intensely.

There was no more hesitation—the shy girl she once was had disappeared. Karishma placed her hands on Mahima’s breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. She slipped Mahima’s dress from her shoulders. She ran her tongue over Mahima’s breasts and nipples, enjoying how they felt in her mouth.

She continued kissing and sucking on her, eagerly devouring every inch of her exposed skin. She moved her hands down Mahima’s body, again pressing her fingers against her soft mound. Mahima moaned beneath her.

Karishma felt her dress slip from her shoulders. She pulled it down, exposing her breasts. Mahima sat up and touched her tenderly, lightly teasing her fingers over her skin. Karishma felt electricity rush through her everywhere. Mahima touched her.

She wanted to say something. She wanted to tell Mahima how beautiful she was. She wanted to tell her how much she wanted her and how much she needed her. She decided to let their bodies do the talking.

Karishma pushed Mahima all the way back. So she was lying flat on the sofa. She leaned over her and began grinding her hips into her. Their bare thighs rubbed up against one another. Their nipples collided, sending a shiver through Karishma’s spine.

She leaned forward and pushed her breasts into Mahima’s mouth. Revelling in the sensations that overtook her as Mahima licked her nipples. Karishma loved the power she felt running through her. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Mahima moaned and rocked her body back and forth as Karishma rubbed her mound. Mahima’s eyes widened, and her breath grew short.

Karishma reached underneath Mahima’s soft, lacy pants and found her inner lips wet. She began to stroke Mahima. Softly at first, then with more force. She found her clitoral line, teasing it expertly as only a woman can. Mahima moaned under her, nearly bursting with passion.

Karishma would only smile. Karishma’s fingers were like light, tiny lightning bolts, sending electric shockwaves through Mahima’s most intimate areas. Mahima could barely see straight. She cried out, not caring about anything.

“Yes, yes, God, yes!” Mahima moaned as her body exploded in orgasmic pleasure. Karishma kept stroking her until her orgasm finally subsided. She slowly withdrew her fingers from her and let her catch her breath. As she watched Mahima’s climax, Karishma felt a new need growing inside her.

She needed to be touched. She needed to be touched the way she had just touched Mahima. She sat up, helped Mahima slide her pants down her legs, and swapped places. Karishma smiled as she lay back and felt Mahima’s hand move between her legs.

She closed her eyes, letting the sensations of pure pleasure wash over her. Karishma was certain she would wake up. This would all be a dream. She opened her eyes. Her roommate was still there. Her dress was hiked up around her hips, and her head was lowered between her legs.

Karishma closed her eyes again. It wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a dream, and she was about to come. A moment later, Karishma cried out as her body shook violently.

A cascade of stars swam behind her tightly closed eyelids. Her breath was gone. She was in absolute heaven. Finally, she opened her eyes and stared at Mahima. Mahima eventually broke the silence.

“If I had any idea you were into girls…” Karishma smiled.

“Well, now you know.” Mahima giggled.

“I do. And it’s probably for the best that I didn’t know sooner. “I might have done something terribly foolish, like give you free rent,” Karishma laughed.

“Well, maybe I can work out a deal with you. Although you should know, I don’t come cheap.” As exhausted as her body was, Mahima felt a tingle between her legs.

She couldn’t wait to see what happened next month when the rent was due. Neither roommate could. They leaned toward each other, eager to find out.

Love or lust is so divine it never judges you. Remember, it doesn’t matter if you have a pussy or dick. If you’re honest and make her feel safe with you, she will surrender herself.

I’m a guy. Interested bitches who are willing to surrender can email me at [email protected].

With love, Master.

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