Hot Masala/Chapter Three
Hot Masala
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Chapter Three
It was about eleven when the garden door smashed against the wall, which announced the arrival of our young guests. Mary immediately dragged Carrie from the room for a conference, which left me with the two Indian girls. Bugger, they didn’t remove their saree. Maybe they had learned a few manners from Carrie. However, Aditi had her hand tucked tightly between her legs while she squeezed herself, which was somewhat distracting for me; especially the smile she beamed me while she did it.
Chandani shuffled herself closer to me and asked in a low voice, “Would it be improper for us to remove our saree if we have your permission?”
I didn’t have the heart to tell them that I would much rather see them naked and they certainly didn’t have to ask my permission to remove their clothing. So I answered, “Yes, you have my permission to remove your saree.”
It took them less than two seconds to divest themselves of the offending garments and bless my eyes with their treasures. Actually, both of the girls were gorgeous; from the neck down. Their faces were… well they were much different than British girls. I wouldn’t say they were baggers, but unusual.
Aditi stood about five feet, zero inches and not only had her hips noticeably widened, but all of her hard corners had rounded out and softened nicely. A little gap opened down in her ‘Y’ and I spotted what looked like the hard finger of a clit that peeked its head out at me. I was only able to observe the little bean for a few seconds before she tucked her hand back between her legs and squeezed herself; unhindered by cloth this time.
The younger Chandani, whom I guess to be around ten, was about four feet, ten inches and had the ‘thin as a rail’, long and lanky appearance girls have after a growth spurt. She was all arms and legs without a hint of a curve. You could only tell she was beginning to develop by the little puffs of fat that pushed out her nipples. There was not a sign of hair between her legs to mar the beauty of her bare and very fat little clam.
I was distracted by Aditi’s hand movements and she looked straight into my eyes while she hastened her strokes. Have you ever looked a girl in the eye while she openly masturbated for you? It suddenly became a bit heated in the room and JT decided to stretch himself down my trouser leg.
I figured it would have broken the mood if I explained that open masturbation was considered a bit more than ill-mannered, but I wasn’t going to do that. I loved watching her do it too much. It was innocent and shameless and the girl had never been burdened by staunch discipline and rules.
The confines of my trousers became so uncomfortable I was forced to make a quick adjustment; which did not go unnoticed by either girl. Chandani inched her way closer to me and bent over for a better look. With a giant smile on her face, she asked, “He’s so strong. Won’t you let me hold him?”
The way my lower brain reasoned, my daughter asked me to fuck Aditi, so allowing Chandani to hold my cock should not be an issue. I nodded my head and before I could reach my flies, the girl had my belt open and my trousers and pants around my ankles. Then her silky soft hands gripped and rubbed me against her cheek.
Bugger! I almost lost it. You have no idea how exciting it was to watch and feel her rub my cock against her cheek and was almost too much for me to handle at the moment. So, I gritted my teeth and tried to hold the sperm back while she offered my cock out to her sister. Then, Aditi sank to her knees and rubbed her cheek against me while she shivered in orgasm.
Bugger… bugger… bugger me, that was hot. When the orgasm had worked its course through her small frame, she kissed the mushroom and whispered, “Please put him inside of me.”
I never noticed that Carrie and my daughter had rejoined us. Carrie’s face had the pallour of death on it; like she had seen a ghost. However, my daughter came over and told me in a low voice, “Let’s go to your room.”
I helped Aditi to her feet, gently kissed her lips and whispered, “We’ll continue this shortly.”
Her eyes opened wide, then she flew up into my arms and plastered her lips against mine. I had no choice but to grasp her bum cheeks and decided they felt even better than they looked. It was a bit of a struggle to pull my trousers and shorts up before I hobbled to my room and laid her across the bed so I could undress.
The girl’s dark skin glowed and her face reminded me of the cat who got the cream as I rolled her on top of me. Then I motioned my daughter over and whispered, “You get to put it in.”
I believe that made her happy, the way she smiled and quickly nodded. It was impossible for me not to groan when she grasped my cock and rubbed it through the girl’s slit a few times before she popped it into her entrance.
Then, I kissed Aditi and told her, “It’s all yours now.”
Her eyes glittered as she raised herself up on her knees and not so gently, impaled herself on my throbbing pole. A wail came from my throat as I was treated to the most agonizingly pleasurable journey my cock has ever taken. When her bum came to rest on my thighs, I had to hold her hips so she wouldn’t move. The slightest little shift would have caused me to spill my load… and… and then, she started to hum.
It was a very deep vibration that resonated through her body and found its way into my cock. You should have seen the expression on her face. If nirvana had a face, it would have been hers now. My nirvana was a little further away now and some semblance of control had returned… so I pulled her on top of me, grasped a bum cheek in each hand and firmly ground my cock into her.
She squeaked a few times before her hum turned into a low wail as her body jolted on top of me. I could feel her bum cheeks clench before the rhythmic contractions started; which sent little tremors through her body.
When her cunny tube clamped me like a velvet lined steel vise then tiny electric sparks traveled up and down the length I had buried in her. Carrie had her face tucked so far between our legs I couldn’t see her eyes, but Chandani and my daughter were far enough back I could see their smiles. Great devilish smiles like they were in on the greatest secret in the world.
Aditi’s little orgasm left me so randy, my balls had begun to speak to me. When she finally opened her eyes, I whispered, “Are you ready for a good shag with me on top?”
She weakly nodded her head but I couldn’t move until the girls between our legs did, and told them, “You girls need to budge over a bit so I can get Aditi under me and fuck her brains out.”
My daughter giggled before gales of laughter broke out, but the quizzical look on Chandani’s face told me she didn’t quite understand the humour. Carrie did, however, and looked shocked, but they all moved out of the way so I could reposition Aditi. I put her ankles on my shoulders, grasped her firm bum cheeks and plowed her juicy little furrow.
The girl threw her head back as her eyes rolled up and all expression left her face. Then, she slowly came back around and held my back while I hammered myself into her. I felt something grasp my sack, looked back and saw what appeared to be my daughter, coaching her friend Carrie. I would guess she was being instructed on how to handle a man’s nut bag.
Mary told her, “They get really tight just before he squirts and you can see the juice go through that little tube there.”
I could feel the sack tighten while she spoke. Sound in the room became muted like it was under water and a bright white fog drifted over my vision before tiny flashes of light appeared, and then my senses exploded. Aditi wrapped her arms around me and I held her suspended in the air as the bomb went off inside my nut bag and blew the first gout of white jelly against the back of her womb.
Through the fog I could hear Carrie squeal, “It’s happening. I can see it,” as the next fusillade of little gouts of come balls blasted their way out of me. Then the suction pump inside Aditi’s cunt came to life and tried to vacuumed the bone marrow out of me.
With my strength failing fast, I tilted myself over and collapsed on the bed. All the while, my balls tried to pump out sperm that didn’t exist. Then Aditi climbed on top of me and laid her cheek against my chest before consciousness departed and the room faded to black.
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The Indian girls were only around for another day, then left to start the next leg of their journey. As a going away gift, I treated each of them to a good tongue lashing. Spicy… hot and spicy is the only way I can describe their exotic flavour. I’m sure a lot of it can be marked up to genetics and diet played a big role, but I thoroughly enjoyed the taste. Before Aditi left, she pulled her saree over her back and leaned over the arm of the sofa in the lounge so I could plug her leak one more time. What can I say, the girl really liked my cock in her. Of course, I really liked it too and wished she could stay longer.
There’s an Indian restaurant in the next town and I’ll have to take my daughter there sometime so I can find out if she likes the food. I would love to taste some of those exotic Eastern spices when I lick her.
Carrie became a regular fixture around the place. Neither Mary nor I have been able to get her to go starkers with us. She did however drop her knickers and we both enjoyed the thorough arse reaming and tongue lashing I gave her. She had never experienced an orgasm before, but I helped her to achieve three in one session that required a little kip before she headed back to her place. Since then, she’s regularly asked Mary, to ask me to lick her. She’s still a bit shy and prefers to follow the chain of command.
Eventually, Mary’s cherry gave way. She had taken a preference to faux fucking, and really enjoyed it when I would fuck what I could into her with my cock, then squirt inside her hole. During one of those sessions, we both got a little too frisky and when she pushed herself into me, the stubborn little hymen shattered into a million pieces. Needless to say, it was an unexpected development and thankfully she only experience a short burst of pain, but was very sore for several days. However, since she mended, we fuck like rabbits.
The downside was she won’t let me lick her friends now. With the hottest, wettest, tightest, most wonderful pussy in the world, that usually required attention several times a day, who was I to complain? Besides, if tried to sneak a lick in now from her friends, she would probably nail my ball bag to the wall.
In parting, I want to stress that no matter how nice the back hole may seem at the time, the front hole is so much better.
The End
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