Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2011 11:41:48 +0200
From: Penelope Silversmith <penelope.silversmith@gmail.com>
Subject: Bindi Chapter 4

Bindi -- Chapter IV
By Penelope

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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...