Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2011 11:41:48 +0200 From: Penelope Silversmith Subject: Bindi Chapter 4 Bindi -- Chapter IV 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. --- I could not get enough of beautiful brown child lover. In bed I would explore every inch of her perfect thin childlike body. She quickly some some weight from the regular meals I had been giving her and her ribs showed a little less. I loved to lick her sweet girl like slit which was brown outside and delicate pink inside, and I loved to feast on her small childlike nipples. My favourite was to lay my little Bindi on her tummy on the bed and spread her small brown cheeks. I could then lick up and down her perfect little crevice, alternating between her little wet vagina and her small puckered anus. I could spend hours with my mouth buried in backside. And don't imagine for a minute that she lay there passively. I am not sure whether Bindi had an orgasm but she would eagerly press her little girl sex against tongue and lips, urging me to penetrate her. As the weeks went by and we became closer, my young Indian lover and I explored a few kinks. One night, before tucking into our takeaway supper I went into our rudimentary bathroom and took out a chocolate bar from my pocket. I broke off a length of several squares and pressed it deep into my vagina. There it lay melting while we tucked into our curries. When we were done I said to her: 'Time for dessert!' I stripped off the sarong I wore around the house and sat on the table, in front of my little Indian girl. Sadly I had miscalculated the timing and my arousal, because the sweet brown viscous liquid had poured out of my vagina and down my thighs and legs nearly to the ankles. Not a problem for my little darling. She loved chocolate! Bindi's tongue was very pink in contrast to her dark brown lips and face. She licked up my legs and thighs like a little pussy cat. The closer she got to my wet centre the more aroused and wet I felt, and began to drip more. But she caught up and soon was licking and sucking the chocolate juice out of my sweet sticky bush. Finally she placed her whole mouth inside my vulva and licked and sucked to her hearts' content. We played this game several more times, putting chocolate in each other wet holes and licking it out. Being a young girl with a very sweet tooth she never tired of our chocolate fun. I must confess to another small fetish -- I love to watch young girls pee. I find something so erotic about seeing a trickle of urine run down their hairless little pussy lips. Bindi noticed I liked to watch her while she squatted over the toilet and could not help but stare at her cute little pussy while she peed. She in turn watched me while I peed. I think for her it was a game and she entered into it enthusiastically. When I placed my hand against her little brown pussy to feel the warm pee running over it, Bindi giggled and gave me a warm toothy smile. I felt the trickle of her flow on my fingers. When she was finished I dipped my hand in the bucket which was there for the purpose, cupped my hand to hold some water and used it to wash her little privates clean. Next I took my turn, squatting on the primitive toilet and letting the pee flow out between my meaty lips and through the tangle of my pubic hair. Bindi let my heavy stream run between her fingers. After she washed my sex the same way I had washed hers', but not before she licked and smelled her urine covered fingers. We soon took our playing to the next level. I lay on the floor and had Bindi squat over my chest. She peed onto my breasts and stomach. One of her little squirts went astray and landed on face. I licked it. Not too salty and tasting of ammonia. I then decided to prepare a surprise for my little brown lover. We had developed a kind of routine after work. When I entered the bungalow Bindi would remove my shoes, trousers and underpants. She would immediately begin to lick my pussy like a little kitten, using her little pink tongue to cover every nook fold and crevice between my legs. No matter how hot and sweaty I was, my little Indian girl seemed to relish removing every bit of the day's feculence from my privates. As her tongue probed my clitoris, vagina and anus I would inevitable succumb to a powerful orgasm which drenched the little girls' face with fluid. My wicked surprise for Bindi was that I decided to hold my pee for a long as possible, and drink extra water to make up for the perspiration which poured off me all day in the brutal climate. As soon as my underpants had been removed and Bindi's face was inside my hairy bush -- its rightful place, I let go with a powerful stream of urine. Bindi nearly jerked back with surprise but I held her head in place and my stream poured onto her. The little brown girl quickly recovered and opened her mouth to accept my malodorous gift to her. The volume was far too much. She swallowed a little but my current seemed to go on endlessly and she closed her eyes, letting it wash over her. We made quite a mess on the tiled floor, and of course I helped her clean it up. I had tried some water sports in my University days, but my Indian child-lover inspired me to take it to another level. I had an idea that I wanted to try out, and I had some beer and soft drinks delivered to my bungalow. I drink moderately, but cool Kingfisher beer was the perfect drink for the appallingly hot climate. My house was not equipped with a refrigerator and I had to order in a big bag of ice. I drank several bottles of beer and encouraged Bindi to drink the sodas I had ordered. She needed no encouragement! Like most little girls she had a sweet tooth. I managed to stop her emptying her bladder. When we had both consumed several bottles I spread a plastic cover on the bed and we both undressed. I kept foreplay to a minimum because our bladders were close to bursting. I mounted little Bindi in the scissors position and pushed our two sexes -- my hairy pussy and her hairless little slit -- together. I began to rub her so that my open vulva were rubbing against hers. Bindi quickly caught on and began rubbing me back. The sensation for me was excruciating. The pressure of my arousal and the pressure on my bladder together was both unbearable and exciting. I cannot tell you how Bindi felt but she was humping me enthusiastically panting with excitement. When the pressure became too much to bear, I released my bladder and the pee coursed out of me straight at my little lovers hairless little slit. It felt incredible, the release of my aching bladder and the warmth of my own pee trapped by her little body was indescribable. But what happened next was even better. Bindi followed my example and let her own stream flow and a second jet of warm liquid pulsed over my open vulva. The climax that I had at that moment was one of the most powerful I had ever experienced. The result however was that we were lying there each covered in each others piss. The cover on the bed was in no way capable of containing the inundation of our combined discharge and had to be washed. The whole house smelled of urine for the next couple of days. I made Bindi clean it up. I should point out at this time our relationship had evolved as my dominant side emerged. Bindi, though sometimes a little mischievous as young girls often are, was very obedient and eager to please. My nature being what it is, I took advantage of this and used her whenever and for whatever I pleased. Whenever my conscience pricked me I would remind myself that were it not for my generosity she would be living in a cardboard box somewhere. When we were at home, I insisted Bindi remain naked for me at all times. Of course I trained her to do what limited housekeeping the small bungalow required. She became very sensitive to my every whim and my moods, and sought to please me in any way that she could. Being more than slightly dominant in nature, I took advantage of this situation and used her for my own pleasure, whenever and however I felt like. I had her lie between my legs, face into my muff for hours at a time, licking and sucking on my pussy and ass. She gave me a seemingly endless stream of orgasms with that talented little tongue of hers. On the other hand if I wanted to taste her, she was mine for the taking. I did not tire of her little brown pussy with its delightfully pink centre. And since her hymen was already absent I had no qualms about using my fingers and tongue deep into her tight little hole. If I had stopped to analyze this I should have realized the poor little girl was desperately afraid of being turned out into the street, and her submissiveness was a self-preservation mechanism. Today I would act differently, but then I was young, thoughtless and self-centred. To be continued...