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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
WANTON WINTER
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Chapter Thirteen
ÒLook, auntie. That woman has a dot on her head,Ó I said. I tugged on
my auntÕs sleeve. She turned and looked at the young woman standing at
the jewelry counter.
ÒSheÕs an Indian,Ó my aunt told me.
ÒLike Tonto?Ó I asked.
ÒNo, silly,Ó my aunt laughed. ÒSheÕs from India.Ó
ÒWhy does she have a dot on her head?Ó
ÒItÕs a religious symbol of some kind,Ó my aunt said. ÒPerhaps sheÕd
explain it to you if you asked.Ó
At that moment, perhaps sensing that she was being discussed, the
woman turned. She was about the same age as my aunt. She had long dark
hair, pinned up very neatly atop her head. She wore a crisp dark business
suit. She gave us a soft smile. I blushed. My aunt smiled back.
ÒCome. LetÕs look at the jewelry,Ó my aunt said. She clasped my
hand and drew me forward.
Within a few minutes we had made the womanÕs acquaintance. My
aunt bought a piece of jewelry and we drifted with the woman to the
department storeÕs coffee shop. We sat dipping our drinks. We gazed at
the customers passing by outside the glass divider that separated the shop
from the storeÕs main floor.
ÒYou are 13?Ó the Indian woman said, discovering my age as we
talked. I nodded. ÒI was married at 13,Ó the Indian woman said.
ÒReally?Ó I asked.
ÒYes. In India it is not uncommon for children to marry,Ó she said.
She explain how parents often picked mates for their children while they
were still in grade school.Ó
ÒPerhaps she would be more responsible if she were married,Ó my
aunt said, offhandedly, and smiled at me.
ÒIt is one reason my parents chose to have me marry. To make me a
responsible young lady,Ó the Indian woman, whose name was Sarife, said.
ÒOh, but Brad is not here anymore,Ó I said. ÒHeÕs gone back to
college.Ó
ÒWhoÕs Brad?Ó Sarife asked. My aunt rolled her eyes.
ÒSome guy sheÕs in love with.Ó
ÒIÕm not in love with him!Ó I protested. ÒI just like him.Ó
ÒLiking is enough, sometimes,Ó Sarife said. ÒI did not meet my
husband until our wedding day.Ó
ÒDid you like him?Ó I asked.
ÒVery much,Ó Sarife said.
I looked out the window and caught sight of a guy who was looking at
CDÕs.
ÒI would like him,Ó I offered. My aunt and Sarife followed my gaze.
ÒWould you really?Ó Sarife asked.
ÒYes,Ó I said.
ÒShe falls in and out of love,Ó my aunt said. ÒBut he is quite a pick.
I shouldnÕt mind marrying him myself.Ó
ÒSuch broad shoulders,Ó Sarife said.
ÒHe has dark eyes,Ó my aunt said.
ÒAuntie, heÕs not for you and Helene. Or you and Sarife, either,Ó I
scolded. ÒI saw him first.Ó
ÒOh? Well, why donÕt you go say hello? He looks like heÕs about to
go,Ó my aunt told me. She lifted her coffee cup and sipped, still gazing at
him. I sank lower in my chair. I felt myself blushing.
ÒHeÕs too cute,Ó I confessed.
ÒLook! HeÕs putting the CD back! HeÕs checking his watch!Ó Sarife
said.
ÒHe looks like such a slacker. IÕm surprised he has a watch,Ó my
aunt said.
ÒChloe,Ó Sarife said. She looked at me. ÒWould you really marry him
if you could?Ó
ÒYes!Ó I said. But I slipped lower in my chair, and I was blushing
quite strongly now.
ÒHe is turning to go,Ó my aunt said.
Sarife rose. She looked at my aunt and then at me and said, ÒI should
love to marry you to him, Chloe. If I get him for you, will you let me do
that?Ó My aunt turned. Her eyes widened.
ÒSheÕs too young to get married,Ó my aunt said.
ÒIf you wish to make her responsible, then she must be married,Ó
Sarife said. She set down her coffee cup. She walked out of the shop. We
watched her. The boy turned to go but she intercepted him. She was quite
beautiful. She had no problem striking up a conversation with him.
We sat in my auntÕs living room. I sat between Sarife and my aunt.
Across from us, on a chair by himself, was Jacob. He was nicely dressed,
in an open suit coat and slacks, with a t-shirt under his coat. He was
hunched forward looking at a book lying open on the coffee table that
separated us. It was an edition of the Kama Sutra. It was lavishly
illustrated with photos of Indian sculpture, and paintings, taken from holy
shrines in India.
ÒCool,Ó Jacob said.
ÒIÕm glad you like it,Ó Sarife told him. ÒBut its purpose is not to
amuse, or to pass the time. ItÕs a very important text. It was designed to
allow lovers to fulfill themselves and each other completely.Ó
ÒSo you are agreed, then, that you wish to marry Chloe?Ó my aunt
asked Jacob. He looked up. His eyes fell upon me and he smiled.
ÒSheÕs young. But sheÕs cute,Ó he said. ÒBut we havenÕt even gone on
a date!Ó
ÒThis would be a traditional Indian marriage,Ó Sarife said. ÒThe
bride and groom are not given the freedom to commingle with each other
prior to the wedding day.Ó
JacobÕs smile broadened as his eyes lingered on me. I could feel his
desire to undress me, to see me naked, and my own urges were not
dissimilar. I blushed. I looked shyly down at myself. To my surprise I
saw that my loose blouse, worn without a bra, had sprouted nipples.
Sarife rose. She walked over to Jacob. She sat down beside him and
put a hand on his leg. She stroked his thigh. It was hard and muscled, I
saw, beneath his tight-fitting slacks. She allowed her fingers to travel up
to his crotch and she took hold of his zipper.
ÒLift your skirt, Chloe,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒAuntie!Ó I cried. She reached over and took hold of my skirt with
both my hands. She slid it up my slim thighs. My legs were white, skinny.
She exposed my panties, whiter still than my legs. With a single finger
she touched me deftly between my thighs, where my panties cupped my
sex. At once I felt myself grow moist. The blush on my cheeks grew
redder.
ÒIn India we are more free regarding sexuality, and yet more
disciplined too,Ó Sarife told Jacob. ÒTake your zipper, for instance.Ó
Jacob looked down at himself, at the bulge he was making in his pants, and
at Sarife, holding him by his fly. ÒWould you think me a slut if I did this?Ó
Sarife asked. Slowly her polished nails drew down the metal tab of his
zipper. His crotch opened upon the white bulge of his underpants, like an
abdomen spilling guts. Thickly his penis surged through his pantsÕ open
fly. The tight white cloth of his Jockeys strained to keep him in check.
ÒI- I,Ó Jacob stammered.
ÒOr this?Ó Sarife said. Lightly she stroked his bulge. Her fingertip
was like a butterfly upon the back of a bunched-up snake. ÒYou feel
healthy,Ó Sarife said. ÒAnd that is important. It is the most important
thing, after all, to a traditional marriage. For the purpose of marrying is
fertility, reproduction. I am going to draw your cock out of your
underpants now and inspect it. You will need to help, a little. I can see
that youÕre awfully big. Help me get your cock free. Then do nothing-- I
shall see if youÕre truly fit for Chloe. Do you have a handkerchief? I will
need to make you spurt. Again, to make sure every aspect of your sex is in
order. You may look at Chloe while I make you cum. Her aunt will make
her cum for you. Perhaps you will cum together,Ó Sarife smiled. She
tossed back her dark hair, which was loose now, and looked over at
Rebecca.
ÒChloe, part your legs,Ó my aunt told me. ÒWait. Let me pull down
your panties first,Ó she said.
It was a day later. We sat eating in the breakfast nook, at my auntÕs,
though it was afternoon. Jacob sat across from me at the table. Sarife
sat beside him. My aunt sat between myself and Jacob. He was dressed as
before. I wore a skirt.
ÒHow are you feeling today, Jacob?Ó Sarife asked him. Jacob bit into
a sandwich my aunt had made for him. It was an egg salad sandwich.
ÒFine,Ó Jacob said. His zipper was zipped up. My underpants hugged
my warm fruit-like sex beneath my skirt. I felt need; I wondered if he did
too. More than my tummy wished to be fed. I bit into the sandwich my
aunt had fixed for me. It was peanut butter and jelly.
ÒAre you filling up after your nice spurt yesterday?Ó Sarife asked.
ÒI wish you wouldnÕt put it that way,Ó Jacob said. Guiltily he looked
at his sandwich.
ÒWhy?Ó Sarife asked. ÒYou have the look of a boy who has jerked
himself off. But you did not. I did it for you. And you came quite nicely.
Such a load! How are you feeling today?Ó
ÒFull,Ó Jacob said.
ÒAh,Ó Sarife said. ÒSo you are full again. Good. Eat your egg salad
sandwich. It will make you fuller still.Ó
ÒI-- donÕt really want to be,Ó Jacob said. ÒI mean, not in my balls.Ó
ÒYou will need it for where we are going,Ó Sarife told him. She
tossed back her dark hair and smirked at my aunt. My aunt smiled. I
blushed.
ÒI know-- but IÕm full enough already,Ó Jacob said. ÒWhen will we
get there? We havenÕt gone anywhere yet!Ó He looked at Sarife. Then his
eyes fell hopefully upon her small hand, poised by her plate on the table.
Her other hand was under the table, but in her own lap, not his.
ÒIt is a remote location,Ó Sarife said. ÒI chose it so that you and
Chloe would be free to love each other completely. Without distractions,Ó
Sarife said. ÒOf course Rebecca and I will be there, to assist, and to
supervise, but that will be all.Ó
ÒWhy do you need--?Ó Jacob began, but then his eyes, falling upon
SarifeÕs breasts, stilled his mouth. Sarife had fine, large bosoms, young
and uptilted, and he realized three women, instead of one, were hardly a
cause for complaint.
ÒBecause the purpose of an Indian marriage is not pleasure, but
procreation,Ó Sarife said. ÒPerhaps in America children are simply
allowed to date, and take their pleasure at their leisure, and marry and
honeymoon however they wish. But not in India. Or in an Indian-style
wedding and honeymoon. Hence Rebecca and I will be there, as well as
yourself and Chloe. And I will bring a friend along too,Ó Sarife said.
JacobÕs eyes widened. ÒA friend?Ó he asked. ÒYou just said--Ó
Sarife stood up. She walked over to a briefcase sheÕd brought with
her. She bent and opened it. Her rump pressed boldly against the back of
her dress, showing its trim outlines through the thin fabric. From her
briefcase she took a long, whippy stick. It was sheathed in leather.
Sarife turned and showed it to Jacob. I heard a gasp escape my throat.
ÒAn odd implement to bring along on a honeymoon, donÕt you think?Ó
Sarife smiled at Jacob.
ÒYes,Ó Jacob said.
ÒHowever, consider this,Ó Sarife said. ÒYou are blissfully ensconced
in Chloe. Your desire, of course, is to spurt, and as quickly as possible.
All your concentration is focussed on her, and how wonderful she feels,
and how deeply your cock is embedded in her. Your mind is your cock, in
fact. It is difficult to maintain oneself in such a situation, donÕt you
agree?Ó
ÒHuh?Ó Jacob asked. I felt my legs draw apart. I put down my
peanut butter and jelly sandwich on my plate and let my hands drop to my
lap.
ÒYou must have something to take your mind off your dick, in such a
situation, if you are to truly pillage Chloe, as she must be pillaged, in
order to conceive the healthiest of babies,Ó Sarife said. She gave her slim
wrist a flick and the crop, which she was holding, swished smartly
through the air. ÒFortunately, your bare behind is sticking up, as you fuck
her,Ó Sarife told Jacob. ÒAnd if I crack this upon it, skillfully and
deliberately, causing pain in your buttocks, that will help take your mind
off your cock. Hence you may fuck her longer, and when you spurt, she will
receive you with complete abandon, and you will hold nothing back.Ó
ÒGod,Ó Jacob said. I felt my fingers delve under my skirt.
ÒChloe, do not play with yourself,Ó my aunt cautioned me. ÒEat your
sandwich.
Sarife continued to stare at Jacob with her sultry, half-smirking
smile and her beautiful large Indian eyes. She gave another light swish
with her crop. There was a fringed tassel at the end of it and Jacob stared
at the tassel. It swung and bobbed with every slight quiver of SarifeÕs
delicate hand.
ÒYes,Ó Sarife said. ÒYou will give completely of yourselves to each
other, Jacob. And as I said, the location will be quite remote. There is
freedom in that, but danger too, for there will be no medical services
available there. If you are injured--Ó Sarife let the word hang in the air.
ÒChloe, take your hands off your lap,Ó Rebecca told me again. ÒPick
up your sandwich.Ó
ÒYou will have to rely on your instincts to get you through,Ó Sarife
said to Jacob. ÒI expect you to be obedient at all times. Obedient and
available. Perhaps you think you shall be cock of the walk there, with
three females? Oh Jacob, that is not the case, in a traditional, supervised
Indian wedding. The male is there to serve the bride. His cock and balls
are not his own. They belong to her. And yet she will be submissive to
you, Jacob. You do not have to worry about that. You will both be
submissive to each other, in your own way, for in that way may you both
enjoy the fulfillment of complete surrender.Ó Again Sarife whisked the
crop she held through the air. JacobÕs eyes followed it, and his mouth hung
open.
ÒDo you think you can accept your marriage to Chloe?Ó Sarife asked
Jacob. ÒAs the mission traditional Indian standards will make it? Do you,
Jacob? Refuse now if you must, for otherwise we will leave in the
morning.Ó
ÒI--Ó Jacob said. He looked at me. I still had my hands on my lap,
under my drawn-up skirt, and my aunt now reached down and took hold of
my wrists. When she brought my hands up to the table my fingers were
moist. ÒYeah, I--Ó
ÒJacob, the experience will be an intensely physical one,Ó Sarife
said. ÒEspecially for you, since the male, in the end, is the one who must
truly perform. It is the femaleÕs role to receive. But you will have to be
constantly available, and ready. It is a job for a young man. I would not
have chosen you if I didnÕt think you could do it but one never knows,
despite your fine emission yesterday. Speak now if you wish not to cum.Ó
ÒIÕll.... cum...Ó Jacob stammered. He looked at me and his eyes were
hungry. I hunched my slim shoulders. I stared back at him like a trapped
lamb.
ÒChloe, eat your sandwich,Ó my aunt said.
ÒVery well,Ó Sarife said. ÒWe shall leave in the morning and you
shall stay the night in this house, Jacob. You will sleep alone tonight, of
course. And suitably bound so that you cannot, even in your dreams, find a
way of relieving the tension I know you are already feeling in your loins.Ó
ÒBut--Ó Jacob said. He tore his eyes from me and looked at Sarife.
ÒYou do not need to pack anything, Jacob,Ó Sarife smiled. ÒA
condom? You do not need one. Chloe is free from disease. What else
would you need? IÕll bring along a razor for you, so you may shave. What
else does a male need, hmmm? Except for his sperm, of course. Eat your
sandwich, Jacob. ItÕs egg salad. It will give you lots of sperm.Ó
ÒBut IÕm in college!Ó Jacob said.
ÒA slacker like you can miss a weekÕs worth of classes,Ó Sarife told
him. ÒAnyway mid-terms are not until Easter. You must think only of
Chloe now, Jacob, of her petal-like mouth, between her legs, that waits to
receive you. Think entirely of her now, and for the next week.Ó
ÒIÕm already thinking about her,Ó Jacob said, looking at me again.
ÒWhy do you think IÕm here?Ó
ÒYou do not find me attractive?Ó Sarife asked him.
ÒHell yes!Ó Jacob said. He looked at her and then at my aunt. ÒDamn!
I want to--Ó his voice broke off.
ÒI know what you want, Jacob,Ó Sarife said. ÒYou wish to fuck all
three of us. Alas, the discipline I must impose prevents that, at least for
the time being. But rest assured that, though I cannot permit you to fuck
me, for your sperm must go to Chloe, nonetheless I might have you.Ó
ÒHuh?Ó Jacob asked.
Sarife looked at Rebecca and then back at Jacob. ÒImagine that you
are inside of Chloe,Ó Sarife told Jacob. ÒHow might you be made to bury
yourself even more deeply in her?Ó
ÒI donÕt know,Ó Jacob said.
ÒHave you considered how deeply you would thrust in her, if at the
same time you were being thrust into from behind? With a dildo?Ó Sarife
said to Jacob.
ÒFuck you! IÕm not gay!Ó Jacob blurted.
ÒOf course you arenÕt,Ó Sarife said. ÒI wouldnÕt have chosen you if
you were. But if the effect of being sodomized is to make you take your
bride more completely, this is a technique that must not be abjured.Ó
ÒDamn,Ó Jacob said.
ÒWith the crop and a well-lubricated dildo, much can be attained,Ó
Sarife told Jacob. ÒYou will fuck as you have never fucked before, so do
not complain about the techniques I employ to derive the maximum
performance from you.Ó
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