08-07-2019, 12:49 PM
Chapter- 12
“Hmmmm….you have a beautiful past…now open those up for me there….sweetheart…” Javed said. “Huh…What…” I replied, beads of sweat breaking out on my forehead. “Your legs…open your legs for me…” As I sat there dumbfounded, Javed reached beneath the table with his left hand to my knee, keeping his other hand centered on my cunt. He looked past me to Samir and said “Samir…give me a hand here…it looks like your sister is still getting used to the way things are going to work around here from now on…take her knee…you and I’ll open her up…” I didn’t need to nod or say anything; Samir knew I wanted him to do as he’d been told. He reached down beneath the table and closed his hand over my right knee, my bare skin feeling electric beneath his fingers. He moved his hand, pulling my leg in his direction, he could feel only minimal resistance and the fact that I was agreeing with what was being done to me caused a jolt of arousal to shoot through him. He could see that Javed was pulling my other leg as well, the opening between my thighs growing as the skirt part on my yellow dress rose higher and higher. Soon both of them had my legs pulled open until they pressed against their own legs, my legs open in a big ‘V’ facing directly towards Basim and Nasim across the table, Samir released his grip on my knee but left his hand in place. He shivered as I made no attempt to close my legs. “That’s good Samir…hold her dress up out of the way for me…I want to make sure the boys here have a nice view…” Javed said. While Samir gathered up the material of my dress on his side, Javed did the same pushing it almost up to my waist.
With a nod from Javed, Samir reached further across my midsection and held the gathered fabric in a knot in his hand; holding it against my flat stomach, just above the slim waistband of my panties. “Well…look at that…” Javed said as I slowly brushed his black hand over my lower abdomen “Aren’t those just the cutest panties you’ve ever seen…” The tiny corn-silk yellow panties that matched the bra I was wearing, the waistband was a slim ribbon that fit low on my hips, with the front panel of my panties barely covering my lush mound. With the panties being so small, it was easy to see that I was cleanly shaved, but the thing that Samir, Basim and Nasim notice was the fact that my panties were so wet in the front as to be almost transparent. My labia could clearly be seen through the sodden material, the tantalizing line of my seeping gash a dark shadow between my fleshy petals. “Fuck me…look at that …she’s soaked…” Nasim said, leaning forward for a better view through the glass table. “Yes…she is…isn’t she…” Javed replied a lecherous grin on his face as he ran his fingers slowly up my thigh before toying with the leg opening of my panties. He traced his index finger all the way up the angled edge of my panties until he hit my waistband and then his fingertip moved across my flat stomach. Holding my bunched up skirt against my mid section, Samir could feel my stomach do a flip as Javed’s finger traced teasingly along my waistband.
Samir looked up at my face; I was looking down into my lap as if in a trance, watching what was happening to me; just like the boys across from me. My mouth was open and I was breathing in ragged little gasps, which was making my massive breasts rise and fall with each rapid breath. I continued to sit there with my legs widely spread, letting Javed have his way with me. Samir’s attention was drawn back to my lap as Javed continued the exploration with his fingertip, following the line of the leg opening down on the other side of my seeping little box until it disappeared beneath me. He then took his middle finger and placed it right in the middle of my fleshy mound, he pushed inwards slightly the material slipping between the lips of my overheated pussy. He drew his finger slowly up, following the line of inviting crevice, until he hit the prominent nodule of my clit. “Aaahhhh….” All of them looked at me as I gave a little gasp, but never looked up, my eyes focused on Javed’s big hand, his finger now drawing a slow circle around the fiery button of pleasure. “Aaahhhh…aaahhhh….” I gasped again as Javed toyed with my clit for a few seconds longer, my panties seemed to get even wetter; the dampness shimmering in the subdued light as more of my discharge flowed through the soaked fabric. As Samir held my skirt up out of the way, Javed slowly drew his whole hand upwards, pressing his palm against my flat stomach.
Samir watched as Javed inserted his fingertips beneath the waistband of my panties and slid his hand right down inside. “Oh yeah…she’s a wet one…all right…fuck man…this is like sticking your hand in a bowl full of melted butter….” Javed said as he looked up at his two friends. Javed’s hand was cupped right over my mound and as Samir looked down, he saw Javed start to manipulate his fingers. Not only was it bizarrely erotic to see but the lewd wet sound emanating from between my legs was wickedly thrilling. “Oh my God…” I let out a low groan as Javed started to work me over, the sticky squelching sounds coming from my dripping cunt could clearly be heard as Javed’s fingers moved more forcefully now. “Oh….I….Ohhhh Gooooodddddddd…..” I moaned as I started to come just a few minutes later, my feet shot out straight as the muscles on the insides of my thighs quivered like a plucked bowstring. I gripped the arms of the chair tightly, white knuckling it as the intense sensations shot through me. “Aaahhhh…Aaahhhh….” I gasped as Javed kept working over my sloshy box with his hand and fingers, I was coming so hard that I almost seemed on the point of convulsion, my body gyrating and spasming in paroxysms of ecstasy. Samir stared, breathless as he watched me climax, his hand was pressed up against my stomach as he held my skirt up out of the way; allowing Javed to finger my unhindered. He could feel my stomach muscles tensing and flexing as the luxurious sensations of a toe-curling release shot through me, his cock was hard as a rock as he looked at my strikingly beautiful face; now glistening under a fine sheen of perspiration, my eyes half closed in blissful pleasure, my mouth open as I raggedly gasped for air.
Javed kept his fingers bust in my gushing cunt and within another minute or so he brought me to a second climax, my squeals and moans of pleasure filling the air. And yet Javed continued to work on me, his hand still moving diligently inside my panties until I finally had to reach down and place my hand over his. “Please….please no more…” I pleaded; my oversensitive pussy throbbing from the intense sensations those talented fingers had just given me. Javed stopped what he was doing but kept his hand where it was, his huge mitt cupping my sex possessively. “Nice…very nice…” he said as I slowing withdrew my hand from his, setting it back on the arm of my chair, but making no move to close my legs or remove his hand from inside my panties. “Oh fuck….was that ever hot…” Nasim said causing everyone at the table to look in his direction, he reached beneath the table and unzipped his jeans; drawing out his cock which was rock hard. He pointed the dripping tip right at me and said “God…I need to come again after watching that…” “Samir…” Javed sad, looking past me to my brother “You can let go of her skirt now…” Samir released his hold on the material which then slumped against Javed’s arm, but still left their view of his hand beneath my panties mostly unblocked. Samir then looked at Javed expectantly. “I want you to go into the house…get a couple of things for your sister…” Once again it struck Samir’s strange that Javed was talking as if I wasn’t right there between them.
“Get her one of those hair band things to tie her hair back…I want you to get her some red lipstick…” Javed said to Samir. “Red lipstick?” Samir asked, looking quickly at me; I was still recovering my intense orgasm. “Yeah…as bright red as you can find…” Javed said, all eyes looked at me as I turned towards Samir and said “Samir…on my makeup table…you’ll find some lipstick standing on end…on the bottom you’ll see the names…I think there’s one there by Revlon called ‘Ravish Me Red’…in the top left drawer you’ll find a bunch of hair bands and scrunchies…” Javed nodded a smile on his face and said “I love that….Ravish Me Red…that seems pretty appropriate…based on what we’re going to be doing to that sweet mouth from now on…” Samir rose from his chair and hurried into the house, he couldn’t believe how wired he was to see what Javed was going to have me do next. Since he wanted my hair pulled back and fresh lipstick put on, it wasn’t hard to guess that he’d be putting my mouth back to work. Samir scrambled up the stairs and into my bedroom, heading straight for my makeup table. He opened the drawer I’d mentioned spotting a myriad of combs, brushed, clips and other hair accessories. He rifled around amongst the various hair bands and scrunchies, finally pulling out a scrunchie covered in yellow material; he figured it would match my sundress pretty well.
Samir turned his attention to the lineup of lipstick tubes standing on end next to some other makeup containers; the black and silver tubes looked like a column of bullets, but bigger. It reminded him of his own cock compared to those three bullies; the second one he turned over was the one I wanted ‘Ravish Me Red’. He turned on his heel and speed out of there, taking the stairs two at a time. When he came to the table, everyone was still in the same position, Javed’s hand was still inside my panties, his fingers moving languidly over my hot flesh, while Nasim still had his cock out, the end dripping pre-cum as he slowly stroked it back and forth. Samir could tell that Nasim was doing it slowly just to keep it nice and hard, not to get off; he figured that I would be put in charge of taking that load out of him. “Here’s everything you wanted…” Samir said as he set the stuff down on the table in front of Javed. “Good…before you sit down…grab that cushion off that foot rest thing…” Javed pointed to the cushion atop one of the ottomans in front of the closest lounger, Samir stepped over and grabbed it before retaking his seat. “Great…toss it under the table…” Javed said, Samir did as he was asked and then sat forward; elbows on the table, not wanting to miss a thing.
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“Hmmmm….you have a beautiful past…now open those up for me there….sweetheart…” Javed said. “Huh…What…” I replied, beads of sweat breaking out on my forehead. “Your legs…open your legs for me…” As I sat there dumbfounded, Javed reached beneath the table with his left hand to my knee, keeping his other hand centered on my cunt. He looked past me to Samir and said “Samir…give me a hand here…it looks like your sister is still getting used to the way things are going to work around here from now on…take her knee…you and I’ll open her up…” I didn’t need to nod or say anything; Samir knew I wanted him to do as he’d been told. He reached down beneath the table and closed his hand over my right knee, my bare skin feeling electric beneath his fingers. He moved his hand, pulling my leg in his direction, he could feel only minimal resistance and the fact that I was agreeing with what was being done to me caused a jolt of arousal to shoot through him. He could see that Javed was pulling my other leg as well, the opening between my thighs growing as the skirt part on my yellow dress rose higher and higher. Soon both of them had my legs pulled open until they pressed against their own legs, my legs open in a big ‘V’ facing directly towards Basim and Nasim across the table, Samir released his grip on my knee but left his hand in place. He shivered as I made no attempt to close my legs. “That’s good Samir…hold her dress up out of the way for me…I want to make sure the boys here have a nice view…” Javed said. While Samir gathered up the material of my dress on his side, Javed did the same pushing it almost up to my waist.
With a nod from Javed, Samir reached further across my midsection and held the gathered fabric in a knot in his hand; holding it against my flat stomach, just above the slim waistband of my panties. “Well…look at that…” Javed said as I slowly brushed his black hand over my lower abdomen “Aren’t those just the cutest panties you’ve ever seen…” The tiny corn-silk yellow panties that matched the bra I was wearing, the waistband was a slim ribbon that fit low on my hips, with the front panel of my panties barely covering my lush mound. With the panties being so small, it was easy to see that I was cleanly shaved, but the thing that Samir, Basim and Nasim notice was the fact that my panties were so wet in the front as to be almost transparent. My labia could clearly be seen through the sodden material, the tantalizing line of my seeping gash a dark shadow between my fleshy petals. “Fuck me…look at that …she’s soaked…” Nasim said, leaning forward for a better view through the glass table. “Yes…she is…isn’t she…” Javed replied a lecherous grin on his face as he ran his fingers slowly up my thigh before toying with the leg opening of my panties. He traced his index finger all the way up the angled edge of my panties until he hit my waistband and then his fingertip moved across my flat stomach. Holding my bunched up skirt against my mid section, Samir could feel my stomach do a flip as Javed’s finger traced teasingly along my waistband.
Samir looked up at my face; I was looking down into my lap as if in a trance, watching what was happening to me; just like the boys across from me. My mouth was open and I was breathing in ragged little gasps, which was making my massive breasts rise and fall with each rapid breath. I continued to sit there with my legs widely spread, letting Javed have his way with me. Samir’s attention was drawn back to my lap as Javed continued the exploration with his fingertip, following the line of the leg opening down on the other side of my seeping little box until it disappeared beneath me. He then took his middle finger and placed it right in the middle of my fleshy mound, he pushed inwards slightly the material slipping between the lips of my overheated pussy. He drew his finger slowly up, following the line of inviting crevice, until he hit the prominent nodule of my clit. “Aaahhhh….” All of them looked at me as I gave a little gasp, but never looked up, my eyes focused on Javed’s big hand, his finger now drawing a slow circle around the fiery button of pleasure. “Aaahhhh…aaahhhh….” I gasped again as Javed toyed with my clit for a few seconds longer, my panties seemed to get even wetter; the dampness shimmering in the subdued light as more of my discharge flowed through the soaked fabric. As Samir held my skirt up out of the way, Javed slowly drew his whole hand upwards, pressing his palm against my flat stomach.
Samir watched as Javed inserted his fingertips beneath the waistband of my panties and slid his hand right down inside. “Oh yeah…she’s a wet one…all right…fuck man…this is like sticking your hand in a bowl full of melted butter….” Javed said as he looked up at his two friends. Javed’s hand was cupped right over my mound and as Samir looked down, he saw Javed start to manipulate his fingers. Not only was it bizarrely erotic to see but the lewd wet sound emanating from between my legs was wickedly thrilling. “Oh my God…” I let out a low groan as Javed started to work me over, the sticky squelching sounds coming from my dripping cunt could clearly be heard as Javed’s fingers moved more forcefully now. “Oh….I….Ohhhh Gooooodddddddd…..” I moaned as I started to come just a few minutes later, my feet shot out straight as the muscles on the insides of my thighs quivered like a plucked bowstring. I gripped the arms of the chair tightly, white knuckling it as the intense sensations shot through me. “Aaahhhh…Aaahhhh….” I gasped as Javed kept working over my sloshy box with his hand and fingers, I was coming so hard that I almost seemed on the point of convulsion, my body gyrating and spasming in paroxysms of ecstasy. Samir stared, breathless as he watched me climax, his hand was pressed up against my stomach as he held my skirt up out of the way; allowing Javed to finger my unhindered. He could feel my stomach muscles tensing and flexing as the luxurious sensations of a toe-curling release shot through me, his cock was hard as a rock as he looked at my strikingly beautiful face; now glistening under a fine sheen of perspiration, my eyes half closed in blissful pleasure, my mouth open as I raggedly gasped for air.
Javed kept his fingers bust in my gushing cunt and within another minute or so he brought me to a second climax, my squeals and moans of pleasure filling the air. And yet Javed continued to work on me, his hand still moving diligently inside my panties until I finally had to reach down and place my hand over his. “Please….please no more…” I pleaded; my oversensitive pussy throbbing from the intense sensations those talented fingers had just given me. Javed stopped what he was doing but kept his hand where it was, his huge mitt cupping my sex possessively. “Nice…very nice…” he said as I slowing withdrew my hand from his, setting it back on the arm of my chair, but making no move to close my legs or remove his hand from inside my panties. “Oh fuck….was that ever hot…” Nasim said causing everyone at the table to look in his direction, he reached beneath the table and unzipped his jeans; drawing out his cock which was rock hard. He pointed the dripping tip right at me and said “God…I need to come again after watching that…” “Samir…” Javed sad, looking past me to my brother “You can let go of her skirt now…” Samir released his hold on the material which then slumped against Javed’s arm, but still left their view of his hand beneath my panties mostly unblocked. Samir then looked at Javed expectantly. “I want you to go into the house…get a couple of things for your sister…” Once again it struck Samir’s strange that Javed was talking as if I wasn’t right there between them.
“Get her one of those hair band things to tie her hair back…I want you to get her some red lipstick…” Javed said to Samir. “Red lipstick?” Samir asked, looking quickly at me; I was still recovering my intense orgasm. “Yeah…as bright red as you can find…” Javed said, all eyes looked at me as I turned towards Samir and said “Samir…on my makeup table…you’ll find some lipstick standing on end…on the bottom you’ll see the names…I think there’s one there by Revlon called ‘Ravish Me Red’…in the top left drawer you’ll find a bunch of hair bands and scrunchies…” Javed nodded a smile on his face and said “I love that….Ravish Me Red…that seems pretty appropriate…based on what we’re going to be doing to that sweet mouth from now on…” Samir rose from his chair and hurried into the house, he couldn’t believe how wired he was to see what Javed was going to have me do next. Since he wanted my hair pulled back and fresh lipstick put on, it wasn’t hard to guess that he’d be putting my mouth back to work. Samir scrambled up the stairs and into my bedroom, heading straight for my makeup table. He opened the drawer I’d mentioned spotting a myriad of combs, brushed, clips and other hair accessories. He rifled around amongst the various hair bands and scrunchies, finally pulling out a scrunchie covered in yellow material; he figured it would match my sundress pretty well.
Samir turned his attention to the lineup of lipstick tubes standing on end next to some other makeup containers; the black and silver tubes looked like a column of bullets, but bigger. It reminded him of his own cock compared to those three bullies; the second one he turned over was the one I wanted ‘Ravish Me Red’. He turned on his heel and speed out of there, taking the stairs two at a time. When he came to the table, everyone was still in the same position, Javed’s hand was still inside my panties, his fingers moving languidly over my hot flesh, while Nasim still had his cock out, the end dripping pre-cum as he slowly stroked it back and forth. Samir could tell that Nasim was doing it slowly just to keep it nice and hard, not to get off; he figured that I would be put in charge of taking that load out of him. “Here’s everything you wanted…” Samir said as he set the stuff down on the table in front of Javed. “Good…before you sit down…grab that cushion off that foot rest thing…” Javed pointed to the cushion atop one of the ottomans in front of the closest lounger, Samir stepped over and grabbed it before retaking his seat. “Great…toss it under the table…” Javed said, Samir did as he was asked and then sat forward; elbows on the table, not wanting to miss a thing.
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