Date: Fri, 7 Oct 2011 19:42:52 +0200 From: Penelope Silversmith Subject: Bindi Chapter III Bindi – Chapter III By Penelope Warning: If your under 18 or it is illegal to read this, then don't--go elsewhere. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2011 Penelope, All rights reserved Please mail to penelope.silversmith@gmail.com if you have any suggestions or comments. --- Bindi's new hairstyle provoked some stares in the office, but India is a very hierarchical society. I was the boss and no one questioned me. We had more than our fair share people staring at us on the street, but being a single blonde woman in India, I was used to being looked at. I think she accepted she was with me and chose to ignore the rest of world. We were inseparable, where I went Bindi came with me. In the days that followed she also took my lead and when we were alone she became much more physical and more like a little girl. I got her used to hugging and kissing to the point where she sometimes took the initiative. I would be doing something at home and Bindi would come to me and put her arms around me and hold me tight. We slept together naked, and because she fell asleep easily I was able nightly to relieve the tension her presence caused me by fingering myself to the point of orgasm while she lay in my arms. Her English improved at an astonishing speed. Soon her vocabulary surpassed my limited Malayalam and we began to converse solely in English. One of the first words I taught her was 'pretty'. I pointed to a model in a women's magazine and said: 'Pretty'. Then I pointed to her and repeated the word. She repeated: 'Bindi..preetee' several times, rocked back on her heels and peeled with laughter, white teeth framing her pink tongue against her very dark face. Then she pointed at me and said: 'Peenee..preetee', and once against burst into gales of laughter. We had hours fun together in this way. I made it a point that we should be very comfortable with each other naked. Eventually as the frightened street urchin in her faded away and the pre-pubescent girl emerged, her natural curiosity took over and Bindi began to express curiosity about my body. The first, naturally, were my breasts. We were lying together in bed and my nipples had begun to harden into little brown points the shape and size of a large pencil eraser. Probably in anticipation of the pleasure I was going to give myself as soon as Bindi was asleep. She pushed my nipple and with her finger, it completely disappeared within my breast and slowly popped back out again. Bindi laughed. In return I used my index finger to circle her small, nearly black nipple. Bindi giggled as I did so. Her nipple grew and swelled slightly. I did the same with her other nipple with similar effect. Her expression was now a little more serious and she was paying careful attention to my actions. I leaned over her and covered her small precious tit with mouth and began to suck it gently. It was evident from the expression on her face that she liked this. I then turned my attention to her other small black nipple and gave it the same treatment. Bindi stroked my head and murmured: 'Nice Peenee, nice Peenee.' This was her way of saying she was pleased. I lifted my head from her chest and pointed to her and said: 'Bindi you baby! I pointed to her and cradled my arms and made a rocking motion. Then I pointed to my own breasts. She got the idea pretty quickly and said: 'Bindi Peenee baby.' I sat up, put her on my lap and cradled her as if she was a young child. The young girl's mouth attached itself to my nipple and she began to suck it. As her soft mouth enclosed on my hard nipple it felt so wonderful. The view of her small dark face on my pale white breast was a powerful visual stimulus. I mentioned earlier my breasts are not huge, but they were large enough for Bindi's small hands to cover one as she suckled me. I moaned softly and said: 'Yes Bindi, yes. Good girl!' Her sucking my nipples felt so good. I wanted her to know she was giving me pleasure. On her own accord the little girl switched to my other nipple and said: 'Beendee like. Good Peenee.' And she gave my other nipple a similar treatment to the first. I began to feel some very strong sensations in my pussy, and I could tell I was lubricating freely. I had always produced a lot of lubrication when aroused, from the time my first lesbian encounter when I was 11. In fact I am part of the small, but happy minority of women who can actually squirt when they climax if sufficiently aroused. I could feel my juices dribbling out of my pussy and down the crack of my ass. I made a mental noted that I would have to clean the settee later. Bindi was naked, seated on my lap. Her legs were slightly spread. My hand almost involuntarily migrated to caress her inner thigh. The skin there was deliciously smooth and my hand travelled up to where her crease formed. I was a bit worried about moving too fast, but I could not help myself and I gently rubbed the delicate soft skin on her crotch. Bindi shifted slightly opening her legs a little wider and giving me more access. She continued sucking on my breast uninterrupted. My hand caressed her sex. The skin there was silky smooth and my fingers delved into the crevice between her plump labia. It softer inside and I could feel the small flaps of her inner lips. I was nervous lest the little girl realise what I was doing and try to stop me. I need not have worried; she was nearly as excited as I was. Bindi began to gently push her dark little sex against my fingers. I used my thumb to rub around the hood of her little clitoris, while my index finger explored further down. It descended over her hole and my finger slid inside. It was slippery at the opening, my finger slid past her urethra into her vagina. I was surprised, my finger slid in easily. The little girl's hymen seemed completely absent. My finger was inside her to the second knuckle. My fingertip stroked the spongy ridges on the top of her vagina while my thumb circled her clitoris. The little girl continued to suck vigorously on my nipple and squirmed on my lap. Clearly she was aroused. I was elated. My reservations disappeared like the snow in spring. I wanted to taste my little Indian girl. I detached her mouth from my nipple and lay her on the settee. Bindi was smiling as I knelt down on the floor, opened her legs and pressed my lips against her exposed sex. Her bald pussy was smooth on my cheeks as my tongue quickly darted in between her plump labia to explore the territory beyond. Every girl, and woman smells and tastes different. I was born with a Murphy nose, which is what we say in our family about those born with a heightened sense of smell, like me. It is both a curse and blessing. Here in India it often seemed like a curse. At the moment it was a blessing as I inhaled the scent of her young girls' sex, aroused as it surely was. Her taste was a mixture of the spicy food she ate every day, a hint of urine, soap, and of course the musty flavour which is at the heart of every woman. I remember her taste and smell to this day, and if I had to take a blind taste test of a dozen pussies, I could pick hers immediately. I licked her up and down her crack. It's pink inside contrasting with the brown skin outside. Perhaps that is why I love dark women; their pussies are like pink open flowers. I sucked and licked her tiny clitoris and forced my experienced tongue into her waiting vagina. My little Indian girl was patting my hair with her small hands and repeating my name: 'Peenee, Peenee'. I pushed her legs higher and let my tongue slide down across her perineum and found her little anus. I licked her there and probed the tight cavity with my tongue. Then back up to her clitoris. It was small but quite accessible. The shiny tip was smooth on my tongue as I pursed my lips and sucked it like I would suck a little penis. At the same time my finger was moving out in and out of her tight little hole. Hymen or no hymen, Bindi was very tight and her pussy gripped my finger as I brought her closer to orgasm. I increased the tempo of my finger jilling her as my tongue circled her sensitive bud. Bindi had stopped calling my name, she was now breathing hard and appeared to be concentrating. Suddenly she let out a loud moan, she went stiff, and I could imagine an increased wetness there in my mouth. Her body went rigid and I knew I had brought Bindi to orgasm. It was beautiful to see this little dark skinned girl in my arms, quivering with pleasure. I felt the moisture between my legs, signalling my own arousal and. My body was telling me I needed relief. I lifted Bindi off the settee and took her place. She crawled up onto me unbidden and took hold of my breasts. She fondled them laughing. Her mood was infectious; I tickled her under her ribs and armpits. She did the same to me and played with the hair under my arms. I was now seriously hot and needed the little girl's mouth on my wet pussy. I pushed her down and opened my legs. Bindi examined my hairy bush, and I use my fingers to spread my vulva for her. She peered closely at my sex, eager to see it up close. I took her hand and placed it on my wet pussy. Bindi rubbed me with her small hand, sending impulses into my lower body. I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to be filled, and to be fucked hard. To this day I do not know what came over me that night, but it was start of what you might call a fetish which remains with me to this day. I lost my virginity when I was 12, a 16 year old cousin who was babysitting raped me. Since that time I had always been careful about what I put in my vagina, always choosing the smallest vibrator or dildo available. When I was active in the Lesbian scene at my University, if there was a strap-on involved, I was the one usually wearing it. I had fisted my partners on occasion but I had never been fisted. That evening I saw Bindi's small brown hand from a different perspective and a light bulb went off. And from that day one of my greatest pleasures in loving young girls has been the feeling of their small fists driving into my wet vagina and pushing against my uterus. I took hold of Bindi's hand and guided her two fingers into my wet hole. Holding her by the wrist I helped her move them in and out. Her fingers made a squishing sound as they dived into my vagina. I placed my hand on the back of her head and pushed her face down to my spread legs. Her open mouth latched onto my vagina with the same eagerness as she had sucked my nipples. I felt a huge amount of pressure building up in my womb which needed release. I guided her thumb behind her fingers in a 'duck bill' shape and I eased her whole hand inside me. Bindi was a fast learner who licked and sucked my clitoris nearly as well as I had hers. She lacked some finesse which she made up for enthusiasm. The feeling of this young girl pushing her small hand deep inside me and her lips licking and sucking on whatever bits stood out gave me the strongest orgasm I experienced to that point in my life. Perhaps it was also the idea that this young girl who was mine added to the feeling. The sight of the dark hair on her small head bobbing between my legs, the slight curve of thin brown bottom, and even the pink soles of her feet at they moved around in the air with the effort of pleasing me. I mentioned that when I have a strong orgasm I squirt. Well I squirted hard that night. The clear liquid which was my cum shot out of my vagina like a fountain, soaking Bindi's hair and, of course, the settee. I could see the surprise on her face, because she thought I had peed on her. She soon realized it was not pee, and she marvelled at this woman who could gush water from her sex. From that night we were much more open about sex. In fact that was pretty much the basis of our relationship. Bindi was a sweet little girl and so eager to please me. When we came home after a day in the hot and dirty city streets, I was barely in the door before Bindi was on her knees in front of me tugging at my trousers. I would be sitting down legs spread while the little brown girl sucked and licked my hairy pussy. She did not seem to mind that sweat and whatever discharge from the day happened to be in between my vulva lips. The little girl was able to give me orgasm after orgasm in this way without asking anything in return. Afterwards we would usually shower together and I would take a turn exploring her beautiful little body and her small, perfect, brown, hairless little sex. To be continued...