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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
THE MATING SEASON
Chapter Two
The sound of the waves could be heard crashing on the beach. They
had spent the day sunning themselves, by the hotel pool. They ventured
down to the beach at sunset, as the tide ebbed, to collect the shells that
the sea had cast up. It was a rough sea. It seemed angry, as if it sensed
that they were there to violate MandalayÕs laws.
They were, of course. But as yet none of them had spoken of it, even
among themselves.
ÒOh, itÕs so windy down here! The pool is sheltered!Ó Paulita cried.
She felt the air gust about her. She bent low and picked up a shell. It was
a big shell, horned at one end, open at the other. She put it to her ear. She
listened. Within it, she heard the sound of moaning.
Belinda looked over at the girl. She looked so sweet, in her bikini. It
was a swimsuit Belinda had purchased for her. It had small cups that
barely contained the girlÕs breasts. Its panties were skimpy, just
covering her mons, leaving a teasing bit of her bottomcrack showing high
on her rear in back.
ÒYes, dear. We wonÕt stay long,Ó Belinda said. She herself wore a
conservative one-piece. But even with that garment covering her, from
her shoulders to her crotch, it was obvious she was a stunner. Men turned
their heads when she passed. She smiled, inwardly. She noticed they did
not look at Paulita, despite the obvious look of temptation in their faces.
She guessed they thought Paulita was her daughter.
ÒItÕs too windy! I want to go in!Ó Amanda cried. She came walking
across the sand with Craig. They walked hand-in-hand, like lovers.
Amanda looked older than her 16 years. Belinda imagined that Amanda
was not mistaken for her daughter, but what if she was? Then people
watching would wonder where Craig fit in. Was he PaulitaÕs father?
BelindaÕs husband? Belinda laughed into the wind. Ah, poor Craig. If the
government found out what he was doing here, he would lose that which he
valued most. Belinda loved the way such a threat would play on CraigÕs
mind. It would make anything she did to him all the sweeter, knowing
that, in addition to cock rings and a stiff cane, she might pick up the phone
any time. One call would see him enjoying a date with a knife. A knife
wielded by a man in a black hood.
Belinda laughed again. She was sure they wouldnÕt be caught. But all
the same, people were looking, even now, and wondering, and whispering.
She felt a thrill at courting danger. She wondered if the others felt it.
Yes, they must. Deep down then must, even if they couldnÕt admit it to
themselves. For, otherwise, they wouldnÕt have come.
Later that evening, after dinner, which admittedly all but Belinda
had difficulty getting down, owing to their nervousness, a car pulled up in
front of the hotel. A call was made at the front desk. It went to their
room, where they sat on the lanai, watching the evening stars rise. The
wind was gone. The storm had passed. The sea beneath their balcony was
calm again, the waves sloshing on the beach like lazy sailors cast up from
a shipwreck, too tired to move. Amanda went inside and answered the
phone. She brought it out to Belinda. She gave it to the woman. Her hands
trembled as she offered it. Belinda calmly put the phone to her ear.
ÒYes. Of course. Yes,Ó Belinda said into the phone. She spoke curtly,
as one might when speaking to a grocer. Then she clicked the phone off
and gave it back to Amanda. ÒAre you ready?Ó she asked the girl.
ÒI-- what do you mean?Ó Amanda asked.
Craig interrupted. He had a bulge in his shorts and it had been
bothering him all day.
ÒWeÕre ready,Ó Craig said. Belinda turned to Paulita.
ÒAnd you?Ó she asked gently. Paulita gulped.
ÒNo,Ó she answered.
ÒNonetheless you must go anyway,Ó Belinda said, her voice
unperturbed. ÒAs you recall, you broke one of my plates.Ó
They left the hotel through the lobby. Heads turned. Eyes followed
them. Craig felt the bulge in his pants and he wondered how visible it
was. Were they being watched because of the girlsÕ beauty, or because
certain assumptions were being made? He heard whispers among the
turned heads. They left the lobby through large double-doors. They walked
out onto a broad tiled driveway.
ÒThe road to Hell is always wide,Ó Craig murmured to himself. A car
left the others parked along the drive and pulled forward. A unformed
driver hopped out. He opened the side door of the car. After some
hesitation, and a quick pinch on her bottom from Belinda, Paulita got in.
Amanda followed, then Craig, and lastly, bringing up the rear as if in
benediction, Belinda.
ÒThe home is that of a government official. He and his wife host
parties in the local community. Discreet parties, at which clothing is
optional,Ó Belinda smiled. She spoke the darkness of the car, as it rolled
amidst the palms lining the road. There were few lights on this part of
the road. Much of Mandalay was still undeveloped. The stars could be see
beyond the palms. They seemed to Paulita to be waiting for something,
like cold points of bright steel, waiting for tender flesh.
ÒBut-- if he works for the government,Ó Craig said. Belinda touched
CraigÕs thigh.
ÒYes, Craig. He will know of your indiscretions,Ó Belinda said. ÒBut
he does not speak of such things.Ó
ÒStill, I should not like him knowing,Ó Craig said.
ÒBut dear, I am as you describe me, I think,Ó Belinda smiled.
ÒHuh?Ó Craig asked.
ÒA sadist,Ó Belinda said. She pressed her finger into CraigÕs thigh.
ÒYes. I think you are,Ó Craig sighed. Belinda watched his crotch.
CraigÕs bulge there grew bigger.
At the home, the four were greeted by the officialÕs wife. She was a
beautiful woman. She was full-blooded Indian, with dark eyes and dark
hair. She let them into her home with a smile. She had a gentle demeanor.
Craig would never have guessed, just looking at her, how she and her
husband spent their evenings. She looked the picture of modesty. Her hair
was pinned up into a black bun. Her body was wrapped in a conservative
Indian Sari.
They were taken into RazaÕs parlor. They sat on a silk couch, not
unlike that which Belinda owned, back in L.A. A servant entered the room
and served tea. He was a Hindu. After an amiable conversation, which
spoke of nothing but the wind, and how it had been so strong, Raza, for
that was the Indian womanÕs name, said:
ÒI understand you are seeking release.Ó Her eyes flitted to CraigÕs
crotch. He was making himself embarrassed with the size of the bulge he
was offering there.
ÒY- yes,Ó Amanda answered. She spoke for Craig, after glancing at
him. He was trying to be calm but his hand was shaking as he held his cup
of tea.
ÒOf course here in Mandalay we have certain laws,Ó Raza said. She
caught at a single hair which had fallen from her bun. She tucked it back
up, lifting her polished nails, with their butterfly-like fingers. Her
fingers had rings on them and they looked like coils of gold, placed on
butterfly wings to adorn them.
ÒOr perhaps to trap them,Ó Paulita said to herself, sitting beside
Craig on the couch. She reached out and stroked his leg. It was big, like a
slab of meat. His jeans felt tight against it.
ÒWe are aware of the laws,Ó Belinda said. She paused, sipped her
tea. ÒWe are willing to take our chances.Ó
ÒSpeak for yourself,Ó Craig said.
ÒVery well,Ó Raza said. She ignored CraigÕs outburst. She stood up.
ÒLet me show you the room, then,Ó she said. They were led from the living
room, with its silk couch, down a hall. At the end of it Raza opened a door.
Paulita, despite her youth, was the first to peek inside. She was curious.
ÒOh! It looks like a bedroom! But without the bed,Ó Paulita said.
She saw a roomful of mattresses. Raza touched her back.
ÒYes. Please step in,Ó Raza said.
When they were all inside, Raza spoke softly, nonchalantly, as if she
might have just let them into a room at their hotel.
ÒYou will find the mattresses all are covered with sheets,Ó Raza
said. ÒSheets but no covers, for that would spoil the fun. It is always
nice to see,Ó she smiled. ÒThere are more clean sheets in that closet
there.Ó Raza pointed, to a closet set between two vases containing
flowers. They were big vases, set on the floor. The flowers in them were
abundant, as if gathered for Indian royalty. ÒAnd towels, you will find
those also, in the closet with the sheets,Ó Raza said. She looked at
Belinda. ÒI understand one of the girls is a virgin?Ó she asked. Paulita
gulped.
ÒYes,Ó Belinda answered.
ÒThen in addition to the condoms and lubricants, you will find some
rather insidious-looking, but perhaps useful, items,Ó Raza continued. She
walked over to a bureau, at the edge of a mattress. She opened a drawer in
it. She pulled out a cushion. It was decorated with an Indian-style
brocade. Then she reached into the bureau again and, carefully, she set up
on the cushion, like a missile, a large object. ÒThis is a dildo,Ó Raza said,
speaking to Belinda. ÒIt can be used on any part of the body that is
equipped with a cavity. The mouth, if a girl should need practise sucking.
The vagina, if she should prove troublesome in opening. Or the backside,
for indeed I can think of no other way to get a girl ready for the exertions
which her boyfriend will undoubtedly wish to make there.Ó
Belinda received the dildo calmly, Raza placing it in her hands.
ÒAh. Does it come with a harness?Ó Belinda asked. Raza nodded.
She reached into the bureau again, into the open drawer. She pulled out an
elastic strap. It was fashioned in the form of a loop, two loops in fact,
one bisecting the other.
Raza fingered one of the loops. ÒThis one is intended to go round the
waist. The other goes between the legs.Ó
ÒBetween the legs?Ó Paulita asked. Immediately she put her hand to
her mouth, realizing that sheÕd, let her curiosity get the better of her
caution.
ÒYes, my dear,Ó Raza smiled. She touched the leg loop. Stroking it,
she explained the device, and its connecting strap, like a pharmacist
describing a drug. ÒThis second loop wedges in the bottom crack,Ó Raza
said. And beyond the point where it connects to the dildo, it fits up into
the lips of the pussy. So it provides a bit of pleasure, rather like a
mulierre strap, even as it helps one to be impaled.Ó
ÒOh!Ó Paulita gasped. Belinda gripped the shaft of the dildo, standing
upright on the pillow. As she held it, Raza attached the strap to its base.
When they were finished, the dildo made a rather comical sight, with its
strap dangling off the edge of the cushion.
ÒSo, once the dildo is inserted, it can be worn for many hours?Ó
Belinda asked Raza.
ÒOf course. That is its purpose. To open the cavity. To make it
wider. The bottom, for instance. It can have a dreadfully small hole, in
the case of a girl whoÕs a child. It needs to be broadened and stretched if
a grown man is to find pleasure there.Ó Raza looked at Paulita. ÒTurn
around dear. Let me see your behind,Ó she said. Paulita did nothing. She
still stood with her hand over her mouth.
ÒIn her case it will be needed for days, I think,Ó Belinda said.
ÒAnd the other? What is the state of her bottom?Ó Raza asked. Her
voice was clinical, like a doctor speaking of patients.
ÒShe is untried. In her bottom,Ó Belinda said, not glancing at
Amanda, making the girl feel rather like a horse waiting to be shoed.
ÒWell, use it as much as is needed to get the girls properly open,Ó
Raza said. ÒThe young man is risking much coming here. He is very brave.
He must not be denied any pleasures.Ó
Belinda turned to Amanda. ÒYou will take this first,Ó she said. ÒAnd
when you have no further need of it, I shall put it up you, Paulita.Ó
The girls looked at each other. Their eyes were wide, their lips
pursed as if to talk. But neither made a sound. Finally, after a very long
silence, in which Craig twice cleared his throat, Amanda, in a very soft
voice, said, ÒYes maÕam.Ó Then she placed her hands in front of herself.
She interlaced her fingers, covering the area where her legs joined.
Suddenly, her hands flew behind herself. She interlaced her fingers again,
this time across the cheeks of her ass.
ÒOh I do not like that!Ó Paulita said, regarding the dildo.
ÒIt is not a question of what you like or donÕt like, dear,Ó Belinda
said to the blonde. ÒIt is a question of learning.Ó She looked at Raza.
ÒWill you join us?Ó
ÒIf you wish,Ó Raza said.
ÒYes I think that would be nice,Ó Belinda replied.
They undressed. They did it as bathers might, preparing for a dip in
a pool. When their clothes had been hung, in a closet beside the bureau,
they sat down on the nearest mattress together.
ÒOh. The sheet is soft!Ó Paulita exclaimed. She ran her hands over
the sheet, on either side of her hips. It felt like silk, like the covering
sheÕd felt back in America, on BelindaÕs couch, and again in RazaÕs parlor.
ÒIt is for CraigÕs comfort, not for yours,Ó Raza told the young blonde.
Raza rose from the mattress. She went to the bureau. She opened it and
took out a collection of rods.
ÒEeek! Birch rods!Ó Paulita gasped. Belinda was sitting beside her
on the mattress. She grabbed the womanÕs arm. Belinda looked at the girl.
ÒDid you not choose them, when you agreed to serve me at my
house?Ó Belinda asked her.
ÒYes but--Ó Paulita said. Raza set the rods down, on the soft sheets.
She put them beside the pillow, now on the mattress, which held the
missile-like dildo.
ÒOne is to prepare the ass, the other is to penetrate the hole,Ó Raza
said. She turned to Craig, leaving Paulita to gasp and stare. ÒAs for you,
sir, while everything will be done to ensure your comfort, and your
complete pleasure, there is something I should like to show you.Ó
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó Craig asked. He sat with his cock engorged and his
balls heavy on the sheet.
ÒIt is the device they use to cut off the penis,Ó Raza said. ÒI will
get it out and let you see it. Try it, even.Ó
ÒI donÕt think--Ó Craig began. But Raza paid no attention to his
protest. Unlike the others she was not completely naked but only stripped
to the waist. Her breasts swung free, her pubis and legs remained hidden
beneath her long-flowing skirt. Belinda watched the woman as she re-
crossed the room to the bureau, side-stepping the extra mattresses.
ÒDo you not wish to undress completely?Ó Belinda spoke up.
ÒNo. I join you only to flog you,Ó Raza said. She turned, still
walking, and added, ÒI shall see that you are all punished for your
indiscretions.Ó
Belinda uttered a nervous laugh. Her hand fluttered up, pressed
itself to her lips. A moment later she released them, drawing her fingers
away, and said, rather breathlessly, ÒI thought you merely slow. I did not
know it was part of some plan.Ó
ÒSlow to undress?Ó Belinda asked. She stooped and opened the
bureau drawer, the biggest one at the bottom. ÒNo, my dear, I am the first
to strip if itÕs a fuck I want. But with newcomers I do not debase myself
in that way. I am only joining you to see that the proper amount of
discipline is given.Ó She turned her head, looked over her shoulder, past
the bun of her still pinned-up hair. ÒYou are all here to be trained, are you
not?Ó she asked.
ÒOh I had not thought of myself,Ó Belinda answered.
ÒYou will taste the leather just like the rest,Ó Raza said. ÒI insist.
I would not think of Americans coming to my country without granting
them the full measure of my hospitality.Ó Raza grunted. She pulled, from
the bottom drawer, a large object. ÒIn all its aspects,Ó Raza breathed.
Craig knelt on the mattress. Its softness gave way beneath his
knees. But he felt little consolation at that luxury, for his cock was
thrust through a wooden frame. Specifically, it was put through a hole in
the frame. Above him, RazaÕs hands worked. She was tying up a blade.
She was using thread, which made Craig nervous.
ÒDonÕt you have-- anything thicker?Ó Craig asked, gazing at the
blade hanging above his dick.
ÒOh, but that would spoil the fun,Ó Raza smiled. ÒSuch a thin string...
but the difference between you being a boy and a girl, eh, Craig?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Craig answered. He stared at himself. Banana-like, his cock
poked through the hole, like a big sea slug emerging from its hole in the
deep sea-bottom. Shark teeth lingered near, too near, in the form of
polished metal. The blade was inanimate, but to Craig it looked hungry.
He trembled at the thought of his blood staining its polished surface.
ÒHere. I found an easter basket in the bureau,Ó Amanda said.
ÒThank you,Ó Raza answered. She watched as the girl put the basket
under CraigÕs cock, placing it on the opposite side of the wooden frame.
Craig peered over the frame at the basket.
ÒIÕm too big for it,Ó Craig said.
Raza smiled. Gently she touched CraigÕs cock, stroking its long
captive length. Her finger moved from the freely-waggling tip all the way
down to the imprisoned root, then back up again to the tip. ÒIf the blade
falls, and you lose yourself, you will immediately shrivel,Ó Raza told
Craig.
ÒI hadnÕt thought of that,Ó Craig answered.
Paulita, meanwhile, had moved next to the pillow supporting the
dildo. Exploringly, she touched it. She began moving her finger upon it
just as Raza was moving hers upon Craig.
ÒYes. You are learning,Ó Belinda, noticing, said to Paulita. She drew
next to the girl and hugged her small waist. The gesture made PaulitaÕs
newly grown breasts shake. The tips, already risen, grew to stiff points.
ÒIÕm afraid of it. Yet it excites me,Ó Paulita confessed.
Immediately her hand flew to her mouth, as if to catch the words she had
spoken, and stuff them back into her lips.
ÒI understand,Ó Belinda said. ÒBut it is your bottom we are going to
work on first. If only for the lewdness of it. I wish to preserve your
virginity for a little longer. Will you accept this?Ó
PaulitaÕs eyes roamed. She looked at the others, at Belinda, at the
others again, who were not even paying attention, mesmerized as they
were by CraigÕs cock in the wooden frame, with the blade tied above it.
ÒYou mean-- I am not to be fuck--Ó Paulita could not get out the last
bit of her sentence. It drowned in her throat, like a mewling kitten
dropped in a bucket of water.
ÒOnly in the bottom,Ó Belinda said.
ÒOh you want him for yourself!Ó Paulita squeaked. Her hand was
already at her lips and now she pressed it hard to them, to keep herself
from saying more. Her wide eyes opened wider.
Belinda frowned. She did not like having her thoughts read so
closely, especially by an inexperienced virgin. But the girl was right. She
had become so enamored of CraigÕs penis that she wanted it between her
own legs, and feared the younger girls would milk him dry before she ever
got to feel him.
ÒI-- I have to piss. Let me out of this thing,Ó Craig said.
ÒWait,Ó Raza said. She went to the bureau. She reached into the
drawer and returned with a glass. She placed it in the easter basket, on
the opposite side of the wooden frame. ÒNow,Ó she said.
There was the sound of of urine slashing upon glass. The sound of
liberality, of freedom, of abundance. Belinda and Paulita, lost in their
thoughts, in their whispered confessions and admonitions, looked up. Like
drunks they watched the precious fluid escaping CraigÕs cock. Amanda
watched too, poised on all fours next to the easter basket, her breasts
pendant and full, stiff-nippled, like cows udders ready for milking.
Suddenly, as if to express what all the girls were feeling, she lowered her
head and opened her lips and drank from the spouting cock.
ÒMmmmm!Ó Amanda exclaimed, as urine splashed her face. She
released her tongue from her mouth. She let the urine fall upon it, lapping
at the arcing stream like a cat drinking milk.
ÒYuck,Ó Paulita said. But her hand, previously at her lips on her face,
now dropped between her legs. She spread her lips with her fingers, there
between her legs, using the same fingers sheÕd previously used to silence
her mouth. Her fingertips were wet with moisture from her mouth. They
became wetter now with dew from her cunny.
Amanda, not satisfied with catching CraigÕs pee, followed his
stream up to its source. As he continued to release the contents of his
bladder, the girl put her mouth round his large crown. It was a difficult
fit. He had a big cockhead and her lips were smaller than average. But the
brunette managed it, and sucked at him with the attentiveness of a fuel
recovery system on a gas pump. Paulita watched her neck work, as the
girl swallowed the fluid.
ÒIts going from his bladder into her tummy,Ó Paulita, shocked, said
to Belinda. ÒShe will pee it out herself in a little while.
ÒYes,Ó Belinda agreed. ÒBut it is wicked, donÕt you think?Ó
ÒOh yes!Ó Paulita agreed. She nodded her head vigorously. Her young
breasts bobbed along with her head, as if in assent. Paulita put a hand to
her tummy and rubbed it. ÒStill...Ó she added.
Craig finished his libation. The girls could tell when he finished for
he flexed his cock, and writhed his slim hips, as men do when they have
concluded urinating, wishing to free themselves of even the final drops,
lest they drip out of themselves later. Amanda, seeing no more was to be
offered, took her mouth off of CraigÕs crown. She smacked her lips. Her
eyes glowed with satisfaction. She made to lift her head away and then,
impulsively, she gave Craig a quick kiss. She put it right on his pee hole,
on his still gaping urethral slit at the end of his crown.
Raza stood up. She went to the bureau again. Her skirts swished as
she walked. She returned to the naked foursome bearing two gifts: a set
of paints, and a box of candy. Raza gave the candy to Paulita.
ÒOh! Is this for me?Ó Paulita said shyly. She looked at the ribbon-
wrapped box. She held it delicately, and read the writing on the box. ÒFine
Indian Chocolates,Ó it said.
ÒYes. The candy is for yourself, and for Amanda,Ó Raza said. ÒAnd
perhaps for Belinda too, if she feels she needs some.Ó
ÒNeeds?Ó Amanda asked, looking up from CraigÕs still erect cock.
ÒAs I have promised you, I am going to treat all of you to the birch,Ó
Raza said. She knelt on the mattress and touched the twigs. She ran her
finger along one branch of the bunch with the same loving attention sheÕd
showed to CraigÕs cock. ÒSome like to deliver a birching quickly. But I see
no need to hurry. Your correction will be long in coming, and long in
concluding.Ó Raza touched a bud, and then drew her finger quickly away,
for it was unexpectedly sharp at its tip. ÒAnd it will be ardent,Ó Raza
said. ÒYou have come a long way to taste Indian discipline and I do not
believe in giving our visitors anything less than the best. The chocolates
contain a light anesthesia. Eat as many or as few of them as you think
may be necessary. For once you are tied down, there will be no reprieve,
or at least, if there is, you will not be able to count on it, for it will be
granted only for a moment, to let you catch your breath, and then only at
my sole discretion, if you are taking your punishment well. Do you catch
my meaning? Now is the time to save yourself, by stuffing your tummies
with chocolates. Later will be too late, and I will offer you nothing but
pain then.Ó
ÒOh but I am not to be fucked,Ó Paulita said.
ÒHmmm?Ó Raza asked. ÒWho has promised you that?Ó
ÒBelinda,Ó Paulita said, drawing upon the ribbon that held the box of
chocolates closed.
ÒDo not count on the word of Belinda,Ó Raza said. ÒShe is here to be
flogged just as you are.Ó
ÒOh but--Ó Belinda protested.
Raza knelt down beside Belinda. She captured the womanÕs face
between both her hands. She compressed BelindaÕs cheeks, making the
woman purse her lips. Then she kissed her lips and said,
ÒDid you think your days of submitting were past, lovely one? No.
They are not. You are going to take the strap and the cock just as these
little ones are.Ó Raza reached for the dildo, standing upright on the
pillow. She clasped it, even as her lips still played over BelindaÕs. ÒWhen
is the last time you had something put up your bottom, hmmm?Ó Raza
asked the woman. ÒI will stuff you first, I think, just to see if your hole
is as experienced as you claim.Ó
ÒN- No,Ó Belinda squeaked. Paulita, who had now opened the
chocolates and was taking a bite from one, said suddenly,
ÒOh, but you will clean it off, wonÕt you, before you put it up me?!Ó
Amanda took a chocolate from the box Paulita was holding.
ÒYou are third in line,Ó Amanda told the girl, regarding the dildo.
There was a knock at the door. Everyone looked up.
ÒWho is it?Ó Raza called out.
ÒMe!Ó a small voice squeaked. It was a girlÕs voice, recognizable by
its high pitch and hesitant nature.
ÒAh, another cunt,Ó Belinda muttered.
ÒCome in,Ó Raza said. The door to the room swung open. A girl
stepped inside. She was no older than 12, with a cherubic face and wide
spaced, Indian eyes. Her lips were small and her nose a childish, uptilted
point. Her neck was slender, ending amidst a gathering of Indian-style
robes that covered her from her shoulders all the way down to her ankles.
Nonetheless, amidst the folds of fabric, high on her chest and poking forth
with young vigor, could be seen the points of two breasts. They were
shielded by the clothing but visible by their prominence.
ÒI see your girls are growing breasts at younger ages here in India,
even as the girls in America are,Ó Belinda observed.
ÒAh yes this is my HinduÕs niece,Ó Raza said. ÒClose the door
quickly, girl! I do not wish for your uncle to know you have found us!Ó
ÒOh are you going to take a bath? May I join you?Ó the girl,
accustomed to group bathing houses in her village, asked.
ÒNo. Not a bath,Ó Raza said. ÒBut you may join us anyhow. My, how
your breasts have grown!Ó
The Indian girl blushed. She put her hands to her chest, just under
the points in her clothing. She glanced down at the twin peaks jutting
forth.
ÒThank you,Ó the Indian girl said.
ÒGet your things off,Ó Raza told the girl. ÒEverything. Even your
training bra and your panties. We are going to play some games and you
must not have any clothing on to participate.Ó
When she was naked, the Indian girl, named Alesha after a female
Indian goddess, was given the set of paints. There were a variety of
flavors and colors in the paint set. She was told to dip the brush that
came with the paints into each of them and then apply them in streaks to
CraigÕs cock.
ÒThe paints will have different effects on CraigÕs penis,Ó Raza
explained to Alesha. ÒSome will make his cock feel hot. Others will make
his cock feel cold. Still others will stimulate him in other ways, some
burning, some simply giving him an incredible tingling. Meanwhile, as you
stimulate CraigÕs member, the girls will deaden themselves a little,
eating their chocolates. And as they contemplate the games I will play
with them, filling their tummies, I will make an example of Belinda,
swatting her with the birch.Ó
And indeed that is what happened, Belinda taking the birch for an
hour. The blows were delivered slowly. She had plenty of time to weep
between the strokes. The girls were allowed to examine her bottom when
Raza was finally finished. It was red, wealed, scratched, a far cry from
its former perfection, untouched even by the tanning rays of the sun. But
such was RazaÕs skill that nowhere was BelindaÕs skin broken. She had a
hot bottom, but nothing more; nothing that wouldnÕt heal in a matter of
days. As Belinda uncomfortably re-seated herself on the mattress,
gasping at the pain that simply sitting down now caused her, Raza
released Craig from the wooden frame.
The young man was in distress. His painted cock was providing him
with a panoply of sensations. He felt desperate to spurt.
ÒI am going to put a condom on you,Ó Raza told Craig. ÒIt would be
unfair for little Paulita to have all that paint stuffed up her twat, I think,
making her feel hot and cold and everything else, all at once.Ó Raza
slipped the condom on Craig. She used her mouth, working it slowly down
Craig with her lips. In doing this, his banana prick went deep into her
mouth. It shoved itself down her throat as she covered his organ in latex.
ÒUhn,Ó Raza grunted. Finally getting the condom all the way onto
Craig, she dislodged his organ from her throat. ÒThere,Ó she said, when
she had recovered her breath. ÒNow I am going to have Paulita
deflowered.Ó She looked at the girl. The blonde still held the box of
chocolates. She grabbed a handful of them. No longer content to eat them
one at a time, prettily and with perfect manners, she stuffed the whole
handful into her mouth.
ÒTch,Ó Raza said. She turned to Amanda. ÒTake the chocolates away
from her,Ó she said of Paulita. ÒShe eats them like sheÕs six years old.Ó
ÒShe is frightened,Ó Amanda whispered. She did not take the
chocolates, at least not the box anyway, instead taking a handful for
herself and eating them almost as rapidly as Paulita.
ÒAh, my bottom aches!Ó Belinda moaned, distracting them all. The
woman flopped onto her side. She rubbed her naked rear with her hands.
ÒPaulita,Ó Raza said, ignoring both Amanda and Belinda. ÒI shall now
have you opened. Craig is going to wear a condom to do it, because his
penis is covered in wicked paints. I donÕt want you to have to suffer from
them. His dick going up you will be enough.Ó
ÒOh but he is wearing--Ó Paulita gasped, over her mouthful of
chocolate. She pointed at CraigÕs latex-covered cock.
ÒYes, he is wearing a condom,Ó Raza said. ÒWhen he ejaculates, your
belly will be denied his seed. But it is not his seed in your belly that
interests me today. Today you will simply feel his poker, breaking through
your hymen and opening you up. I know Belinda wished to save you, but I
say, what for? Let us have you opened, so you can enjoy life. We have
many fine men in India and they would love to exert themselves between
your pretty young thighs. So do not worry that you will not be filled with
CraigÕs seed. The main thing is to get you opened, penetrated, so you are
no longer a shy virgin.Ó
Belinda had been flogged lying belly down on the mattress and so
Paulita, still with her hand to her mouth, still jamming the last of the
chocolates sheÕd taken into her cheeks, turned and laid down on her tummy.
Amanda reached for her blonde sweep of hair, tumbling down PaulitaÕs
back. She stroked it, even as the girl nervously adjusted herself on the
mattress, opening her legs in a wide vee even as she finished stuffing her
mouth with chocolates.
ÒWill- will it hurt?Ó Paulita asked, craning her pretty head up.
ÒOf course dear. It is your first time,Ó Raza answered. ÒHow sweet
you look readying yourself for the prong. But I have seen girls in your
state back out at the last minute. No sooner do they feel the charger
knocking at their portal, splitting open their lips, than they leap up, or try
as best they can to, and sometimes in the process cause the nervous male
to spill himself without ever entering them.Ó Raza patted PaulitaÕs
bottom. This made the girl wiggle for hadnÕt she been told that, for this
occasion at least, it was her proper vaginal entrance that was to be
taken? ÒStand up,Ó Raza told Paulita. ÒI want you truly and completely
opened.Ó
ÒIn my pussy?Ó Paulita managed to get out, amidst the anxious
tightening of her throat.
ÒYes. In your pussy, for now...Ó Raza said, letting her voice trail off
into a smile. ÒCome. I have just the thing for you, and for your aroused
suitor. It is in the barn, out back. We use it to mate the animals. But
today I will have you upon it, so that you may be used without restraint.Ó
It was an odd sight twenty minutes later, for they had paused for
drinks in the kitchen before proceeding out back. The Hindu was having his
afternoon break, taking tea at his home in the village. He would not know
that his niece had witnessed Òthe opening,Ó as Raza called it.
The girls sipped lemonade. The ice clinked in their glasses as they
drank. PaulitaÕs lemonade had a small plastic parasol perched on its edge.
AleshaÕs had a slice of lime floating in it. There was the smell of hay, of
fresh cut wood. Before the girls stood a wooden platform. Loops of iron
were set in it, near its four corners. At the far end of the platform was a
big iron loop, much bigger than the four rings at the corners. Alesha paid
no attention at first-- there were many items jammed into the barn,
including a tractor, rakes, a scythe and metal buckets.
Raza indicated the object with the loops.
ÒThis is the mating platform,Ó Raza said. ÒAn animal is splayed
upon it, a sheep perhaps, or a goat. Its head is put through the big iron
loop at the end, and its four legs through the loops at the corners. Then a
male is presented to the animal. His cock is guided into the vagina and he
is made to fuck it. Whether the female is in the mood for it or not,Ó Raza
added.
Paulita let out a squeak. She dropped her glass. It shattered on the
wooden floor of the barn. The blonde fell backward, but Belinda, despite
her sore bottom, caught her. In the process BelindaÕs glass was knocked
from her hand and also fell to the floor and broke.
As Alesha swept the floor, several minutes later, the strokes of the
broom making a whisking sound on the boards, Craig opened up Paulita. He
did her with a condom on, which meant she would not, unlike the animals,
feel his seed pumping into her when he came.
ÒAn animal is fucked to conceive, but Paulita is being opened for
pleasure,Ó Raza intoned, watching the process. Craig was made to stand
with his ankles fastened, by rings set in the floor. They insured he
remained at his task until it was done.
The sound of CraigÕs organ sliding back and forth inside Paulita could
be heard above the broom. Alesha watched as she swept, looking up from
her work furtively.
ÒYes,Ó Raza said, noticing AleshaÕs gaze. ÒYou will be next my dear,
in perhaps a few weeks or months. We will find a nice strapping Indian
boy for you, and it will be done at this time of day, when your uncle is out
having his tea. He will leave you a girl, and come back to find you a
woman. But he will be none the wiser, I think, for you still have such a
childish figure. Except for your breasts, of course,Ó Raza smiled.
Craig grunted. He released himself into his condom. Paulita
squealed. She could feel CraigÕs ejaculatory pumping, inside herself, but
there was no gush of sperm accompanying it. The condom collected it all.
Instinctively she knew she should feel the wetness, the flooding, and
despite her (now taken) virginity she lamented the lack of this ending. It
was as if, having surrendered her hymen, having been torn open and bled
for him, she was being denied her just tribute.
Craig finished. He withdrew from Paulita. The condom came out
still wrapped to his cock, his sperm ballooning the tip.
ÒOh me!Ó Paulita sighed. She felt her blood on her thighs. She felt
her wetness, from her excitement. But she did not feel the pooling of
CraigÕs sperm in her womb, or in her cunt, or running in abundance down
her soft thighs. No, Craig left with his sperm. He had simply used her. He
had given her nothing.
ÒThere. You are all finished,Ó Raza said. She patted PaulitaÕs head.
ÒMy how silent you were. Were you being a good girl or were you deprived
of your pleasure? No matter. You are fucked now and available for our
games.Ó
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