Forbidden Discoveries – Part 5

In Forbidden Discoveries (Parts 1–4), Pallavi and Rohini’s innocent curiosity leads to hidden sensuality and emotional intimacy, until Tanvi, the manipulative seducer, figures it all out and blackmails them to submit to her whims. She while showing shameless behavior manipulates Rohini into humiliating submission, while deceiving Pallavi into blindfolded pleasure. When Pallavi simply walks away, we see Tanvi’s control begin to crack. What Tanvi doesn’t realize—Pallavi and Rohini are already plotting their revenge, to stunt the revolving, sinful games she made them do.

It all started with a simple WhatsApp message.

Rohini showed it to me while we were chilling in her room on a lazy Thursday afternoon.
It was from Tanvi.

“Come over Saturday evening. Just us three. Wear something… soft.”

Rohini looked at me with questioning eyes, and I noticed she was biting her lower lip slightly. My heart did a little flippy thing – I wasn’t even sure if it was just nerves, fear, or something darker… something exciting.

By the time Saturday evening rolled around, we were standing outside Tanvi’s door. I felt my palms sweaty and couldn’t stop fiddling with the hem of my dress.

Tanvi opened the door wearing a satin robe that was barely tied. Her skin looked like warm honey in candle light, and her eyes were unreadable… but hungry.

She took a slow scan of the both of us. When her gaze settled on me for a moment too long, a heat rose in my chest.

“Cute,” she said softly. Just one word and my knees started to buckle.

The room was softly lit with soft amber lamps at the corner flickering shadows across Tanvi’s perfectly made bed. She wanted to play host this time — “it was just easier,” she said, but it had the promise of mischief in her playful voice. It was the voice we both had become familiar with. It was the voice with the secret expectation of something different from fun.

Tanvi was centered in the bedroom, in a black satin robe that just barely reached halfway down her thighs. A brief slip of dark wine red lace was a lacy tease of her a dark and delicate bra that properly framed her voluptuous breasts about a view from above. Her strappy boyshorts sat on her curvy hips like a calculated reveal and she was twisting and loosening the robe allowing her lacquered skirt to swish around her thighs.

Rohini was in shorts and an oversized tee trying to look casual — but I knew her. Underneath that oversized tee, was her soft lilac bralette she wore for special nights, the fit and shape beautifully maintained her full breasts. Her matching boy shorts were hugging her wide curvy hips, struggling but doing a good job covering her fullness underneath.

And me?

I’d worn my pale pink slip dress — short, silky, not brushing much past the top of my thighs. It hugged my curves like a second skin, with no bra underneath, the outline of my nipples clear through the material. Underneath, a soft, floral-embroidered mesh panty. It was a complete accident… except… maybe I subconsciously knew something was coming. Maybe a part of me hoped.

Tanvi picked up on it. She watched them outline my body as she walked around us with her slow, confident panther-like exploration, her eyes drinking it all in like too much sweet tea. She put her fingers out and trailed them along the fabric of my slip, leaning in close to watch how my slip hugged my body and saw how I squirmed — and, smile.

“A pink girl,” she said, “you’ll be blushing all night.”

Rohini sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, trying not to act nervous; but I could see her legs were pressed together a bit tighter than normal — was she nervous? Jealous? Or were they already wet with anticipation?

Tanvi continued her circling around us, getting closer and closer — like a panther toying with a young gazelle. Slowly, silently, confidently. I sat beside Rohini near the edge of the bed, palms sweating, heart beating unevenly. Each breath that exited my chest, moved up and down, heavier subject to my thickening breath — maybe not from fear but rather as the warmth began to curl in my belly.

“Are you girls ready?” Tanvi’s voice came across the silence, soft but slicing cleanly. She was looking directly at me, not Rohini — and in that moment, I just knew.

This evening was about me.

She walked up to me, leaning down to tuck back a piece of hair from my face — her fingers lingering long enough to send shivers up my spine. Rohini noticed. Of course she did. I felt her eyes burn a hole into us unable to decide whether to speak up or submit.

Tanvi leaned in again. This time, her lips were almost touching my ear when she said, “You’re going to be mine tonight, Pallavi.”

And before I could say anything back, her hand arched right up my thigh — and the world fell quiet.

And then Tanvi leaned in, speaking low.

“I have always fantasized about what it would be like… to have both of you.”

I froze. I think Rohini did too.

But we never said no.

Tanvi stood. In one fluid motion she held her robe down. I could barely breathe. She wore a maroon lace bra, and a piece of string for a bottom. Her body swayed as though she was always dancing, even when she was completely still.

“Stand up,” she whispered.

I hesitated. But I did stand.

She walked first to Rohini — unzipping her navy-blue top, letting it slide down slowly, unveiling her voluptuous figure in a black sheer bra. Rohini did not pull away, not even when Tanvi leaned in and kissed her shoulder.

Then… she turned to me.

Her hand grazed the strap on my dress. My heart pounded. I felt so little underneath her gaze. So open.

“You are the soft one,” as she let my dress slide down my arms.

I wanted to speak — no, I wanted to say no — but I couldn’t. Not while her fingers danced across my collarbone. Not as she leaned in and whispered…

“I want to taste your innocence.”

Her lips touched mine, and I melted. It was not rushed. It was slow, teasing, and slightly controlling. She kissed as if she owned the moment. Like she was unwrapping a gift too long awaited.

She pushed both me and Rohini back onto the bed. We lie next to each other, skin barely touching, our breaths shallow.

Then, she moved between us.

I watched her kiss Rohini — deep, rough, and slightly possessive. Rohini moaned against her, her body arching into Tanvi.

Then… Tanvi turned back to me.

This time her mouth was softer. Tentative. Alluring.

One of her hands crept between my legs.

I gasped.

“Touch her,” she said, her eyes moving to Rohini. “Both of you…touch each other. I want to see you implode for me.”

I looked at Rohini, my best friend since we were born. I reached out with trembling fingers; she did the same.

Our fingers connected with flesh. Soft curves. Bare bellies. Breasts that we had only stolen glances at before.

And it was electric.

Tanvi reclined, pulling her panties off as she languorously watched us, heavy lidded eyes and sultry smile giving her away. Her fingers traced between her own legs slowly. Reaching, rhythmically, deliberate.

She was on top of me, body against my body, heat, tension slick on our skin. Tanvi’s wet folds gliding against mine, slow and torturous. She was grinding, dragging, teasing. With each turn of her hips I felt a full jolt of vitality coursing through me. Each full inhale was followed by gasps like I was drowning and barely managing to surface.

And then…she whispered to me.

“Let go for me, Pallavi… I want to feel you lose control underneath me.”

Her words wrapped around my spine like fire.

And then she turned towards Rohini.

“Sit on her face.”

Rohini froze. Her eyes were wide, they were looking back at mine — nervous, aching, bewildered.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “I want to.”

It was a bit of a struggle as Rohini climbed across my body, but I tasted her.

Soft. Wet. Familiar and yet brand new.

Tanvi didn’t stop moving — she held my hips, her breath ragged, her hands roaming over us both. We thrummed together, tangled, lost in gasps, surrendering to something we didn’t quite understand but still couldn’t stop chasing.

Rohini’s thighs trembled above me as she straddled my face. I had my tongue buried deep between her folds, tasting the sweetness, the warmth. She whimpered my name — soft, breathless. Her fingers gripped my hair like it was a ledge.

Tanvi’s hands held my hips, not letting me panic as she picked up the pace — now the wetness highlighted delicious friction along her core; her moans grew louder, ragged, blurring into one and sending tiny electric shocks from my skin.

I swear I could feel her pulse travel along our bodies — with every grind, I felt myself move closer.

I muffled my moans beneath Rohini, as they built — deep in my chest, curling in every possible space — my toes curled, my thighs clenched. I couldn’t stop the surging pressure.

I couldn’t control this time and held Tanvi’s ass

“Oh fuck, baby… you’re shaking,” Tanvi breathed, her own voice shaking from her release.

And then — it hit.

A wave, deep and unstoppable, crashed through my core. My back arched against my will, thighs twitching as my orgasm ripped through me like lightning. My vision blurred. I gasped. I cried — lost in heat, slickness, surrender.

Tanvi followed only seconds later — gasping, grinding against me, soaking my thighs as she came with a shuddering cry, her body collapsing over mine.

Rohini moaned, louder than I had ever heard her, her legs tightening around my head as her body gyrated above. Her climax was raw — messy, vulnerable, beautiful.

The room was filled with nothing but our panting breaths, the smell of sex, and a tangle of quiet bliss.

Tanvi’s cheek was pressed against mine, her voice barely above a whisper now.

“That … was just the beginning.”

And I knew — deep in my trembling body — that we were never going back to who we were before that night.

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