Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2011 11:42:32 +0200
From: Penelope Silversmith <penelope.silversmith@gmail.com>
Subject: Bindi Chapter 5

Bindi -- Chapter V
By Penelope 

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One day Bindi and I were walking through the market when a female beggar
approached us. Nothing usual in that, I often had to fight my way through
them to get from point A to point B. This beggar was quite a young woman
who was obviously very heavily pregnant. I would have guessed late third
trimester and I would have been right. She wore a dirty blue Sari and it
was evident she was living on the street. The beggar suddenly recognized
Bindi and before I knew it the two were hugging and chattering in their
language, which I did not understand.

Bindi tried to explain to me who she was. I had to slow her down and in
between the little English she had learned and the poor Malayam I spoke, I
managed to piece together the story. The pregnant girl, Laghima, was
related to her mother. She had been married very young but her family had
not been able to pay the dowry which was promised them. She was therefore a
virtual slave in her husbands’ family’s home and very badly treated. And
she was in danger of being murdered in order for her husband to remarry for
a proper dowry. It was then, sadly, a common enough occurrence all over
India, and still is to this day. Laghima ran away, and was living on the
street.

I did not have to be a genius to guess what would come next. If I was not
careful I was about to pick up another stray. I probably should have said:
'Have a nice day!' And gone on our way. But I was very pleased with
Bindi. Truth be told I was really fond of her. She looked at me with her
beautiful brown eyes and I could not refuse her. On top of that Laghima was
very pretty, from what I could tell beneath the dirt, and she seemed very
sweet natured. I told them the expecting mother could stay with us for a
couple of days, to rest and get cleaned up.

The three of us piled into a Trishaw taxi. On the way the two girls
chattered happily and I had a chance to observe Laghima. She was quite a
bit taller than Bindi, but quite thin apart from her huge baby bump. Her
breasts appeared full and heavy. She was quite a bit lighter than my young
lover; one could not easily imagine them being related. When we arrived at
my bungalow, I told her she must wash and I instructed Bindi to go and
fetch us some supper. The little girl left and I showed Laghima the toilet
and rudimentary shower. She immediately and unselfconsciously removed her
Sari. She was naked underneath, and I had my first view of her heavily
naked body. The first thing I noticed was the dark hair under her arms and
a full pubic bush between her legs. Her breasts were heavy with milk and
her nipples dark and big, typical of many pregnant women. Her abdomen was
large and pointed straight out from her thin frame.

Since she clearly did not mind me watching, I stayed. Laghima took her
time, carefully washing her body and her long black hair. Then, using a
nearby bucket for this purpose she began to wash her single garment. I went
into the house to fetch my sarong for her to wear. When I returned to the
bath-shed, I found Laghima squatting over the toilet-hole peeing. She
laughed at me good naturedly as I watched the stream of urine expelled
between her legs. Again without modesty she used some water to clean
herself, stood up and walked over to me to take the sarong I had for her.

Bindi returned with the usual assortment of curries and Nan bread. Laghima
dug in as if she were eating for two. The girls talked non-stop, and I
understood barely a word. I was not sure then if Bindi had explained to her
cousin the exact nature of relationship, but subsequent events proved that
not only had they discussed it, they had talked about how Laghima could
join our games. After supper Bindi cleared the dishes and Laghima joined me
on the settee, sitting very close. I was conscious of her heavy stomach
leaning gently against me. I reached over and rubbed her swollen abdomen,
smiling at her. Bindi joined us after a few minutes. The young girl lowered
the pregnant woman’s sarong top and exposed her swelling breasts and large
nipples.

'Milky for Beendee.' She said to me an promptly took a large brown nipple
in her mouth and began to suck.  Laghima pulled her head close and began
stroking her hair. Bindi was sucking on her nipple greedily and I noticed
some drops of milk drip from the side of her mouth. I was surprised because
I thought women could only produce milk after giving birth. I found the
sight highly erotic and felt a familiar pressure in my pussy. To my
surprise Laghima smiled and beckoned me, cupping her hand beneath her
swollen breast as an offering. I approached her leaking nipple with a mixed
sense of repulsion and fascination, mothers’ milk was something I had never
tasted. I closed my mouth over her large warm brown nipple. I could
immediately taste it on my tongue. It was sweet and had a hint of curry to
it. I sucked and got a mouthful of Laghima’s milk, it was the consistency
of coconut milk, just as sweet, but without the coconut flavour.

Laghima must have been very aroused -- she had the two of us, a full grown
European woman and a young Indian girl sucking on each breast. From the
corner of my eye I noticed the young mother-to-be had her hands between her
legs and was rubbing her pussy in a determined fashion.  'My goodness!' I
thought to myself. 'This is really arousing her.'  I decided I had to have
a taste of her pussy. I stopped the breast feeding and led Laghima to the
bed. The sarong fell to the floor and she was naked to me again swollen
pregnant belly protruding. I quickly stripped off my own clothes and Bindi
followed suit. Laghima appeared a bit apprehensive but docile. I spread her
legs and buried my face in her hairy sex.

Some say women taste differently when pregnant. This may be true but I
cannot confirm either way. What I can say is that her vagina was preparing
for delivery and was wide and wet. I had no difficulty pushing four fingers
into her gaping vagina. As I fucked her with my fingers she moaned and
gasped. Bindi had crawled in next to her and was once more nursing. I
pushed her to straddle Laghima’s head and before long the pregnant woman
was pushing her tongue into the 12 years old girls' little pussy. After
some time like this we switched positions -- me on my back with my legs
wide open, Laghima kneeling and licking my wet hairy pussy. Bindi went
behind the pregnant woman and used her talented little tongue to probe her
pussy and anus. I had Laghima suck on my clitoris while I hooked my own
finger and used it to stroke my g-spot which is located at the top of my
vagina near the back. The pregnant woman was shocked when the resulting
fountain of clear fluid squirted in her face.

So began our delightful ménage-a-trois. The bed was a bit crowded and
either Bindi or Laghima would end up sleeping on the settee, depending on
who fell asleep first. I did not bring Laghima into my work with me. I just
didn’t want people staring at us. Instead I left her with a few rupees each
day to arrange supper for us when we returned. Laghima was quite submissive
and really horny. She more often than not initiated our sex games. She
loved to have her breasts nursed and Bindi was always willing to
accommodate, sucking her nipples greedily. Laghima was happy between my
legs, licking and sucking and trying to bring me to orgasm so she could
watch me squirt. Both girls found it an endless source of amusement to
watch me squirt from my pussy. Rarely have I ever been so regularly
sexually satisfied for a period of time.

While this wonderful arrangement was going on, things were about to take
different turn in my career. I received a letter informing me that a
Missionary was being sent from Canada to take over responsibility for the
organization. I had half expected this. My appointment had been only
temporary because of my relatively young age. Luckily I had made some
contacts with other NGOs (Non Governmental Organizations -- another word
for Charities) in the area. Thanks to a friend I heard of an opening in
Kathmandu, Nepal. Luckily I had developed a reputation for getting things
done in Trivandrum and I was able to obtain very good references. The job
was offered to me, starting as soon as possible. This was for me great news
and the perfect solution. But what to do about my new Indian family?

I have always been a good lateral thinker and I hatched a plan. I invited
my second in command, Rahul, out for lunch and explained to him that I had
been offered another job starting almost immediately. I told him I would be
grateful if he could take over from me. He was quite surprised, pleased,
and flattered at my confidence. I warned him he would only be in charge
until the new Missionary arrived, but I would happy to increase his salary
in such a way as it would be difficult to roll back. But, I made it clear,
I needed something in return. Rahul listened very carefully as I told him I
wanted him to take Laghima onto the charities payroll and keep her
there. He gave me smile and wink and said he understood perfectly and would
do his best to look after ‘my girls’. I made it clear that if he reneged
in any way I would return and he would surely regret it. He shook his head
and assured me it wasn’t necessary.  I invited Rahul to our house for
supper the next day. He explained to my ‘girls’ that I had to leave and
what the arrangements were. They were not happy with my leaving, but
grateful for the security I had arranged. The following day my girls and
Rahul saw me off from the airport. There were tears all around.

The Missionary from Canada turned out to be a paedophile and was stupid
enough to be caught buggering a young boy. He was promptly sacked and sent
home, leaving Rahul in charge. It was a job he kept for many years.  I
never returned to Trivandrum, but I kept in touch with my girls through
Rahul. I sent them gifts of money every so often for the next couple of
years. Laghima had a daughter. She began to work for the Mission shortly
after and Bindi cared for the baby. She continued working for the Mission
for many years and as far as I know Bindi stayed with her.

For me, Trivandrum was a wonderful first taste of adventure in foreign
lands with beautiful dark (and young) women. I was completely enamoured by
the work, travel and helping other people. I spent the next twenty years
doing Development work and having many adventures. I will share some other
experiences with you in future stories.

- The End -