Taming Sayali
Chapter 8
While the women prepared supper I visited my charge to be sure that she
had weathered the rigors of her day with the two. I could not resist running my
hands over her breasts, squeezing them gently to assess any damage, at least
that was what I told myself I was doing. Sayali knew better. For the first time
she spoke to me. "This is not fair, I am your student, not her's. She is jealous
and wants to do harm to me. My mother has changed as well, you are my only
hope."
Her words made me feel almost light-headed; there was hope that I might
yet possess her spirit as well as her body. What a delightful prospect before
me! My fingers toyed with her hardening nipples as she pressed her naked body
against me. "I have never been with a man, only girls. Perhaps you will be my
first, but only if I am free of this hole in the ground you put me into every
night."
My fingers had now made their way to her swollen mons. She gasped in
pain, her body stiffening as I probed the lips of her cunt. Her little gasps
soon changed to low moans as I entered her, pushing first one and then two
fingers into her surprisingly moist channel. I was amused at what she was saying
with her body; it did not entirely match with her words. This one was going to
be a challenge for quite some time. Perhaps it might be wise to let Kanan have
her way with the girl for a time, it might make her promises more honest and
meaningful.
I could not resist tasting the juices that were coating my fingers. I
raised them to my lips as she watched, her eyes veiled, breasts rising and
falling, more to entice me than to gain an extra amount of the hot, almost
aromatic air. She tasted of the ocean; salty, more tart than sweet, still to
become smooth, perhaps even refined. My erection was almost painful, and it took
every ounce of will to prevent myself from taking this dusky temptress where she
hung, naked and so very available. My retreat to the safety of the house was
done in haste once I had lowered her into the pit for her evening's rest.
Neelem and Kanan were still chattering and occasionally laughing as they
worked, so I took the opportunity to sit in the parlor and mull over what was
happening. There were now three women, or was it two women and an imp, to
contend with. Each in her own way way possessed characteristics that strongly
attracted me.
Neelem was mature, had this wonderful home, and was all I could ask for
in the bedroom. She held me in respect and with her I knew I would have a
comfortable life unfettered by the challenges associated with raising a family.
I quickly corrected that last thought. How could that be true? I had to face up
to things; she did have a family I would have to inherit. It was Sayali, the
very creature that had created this conundrum I was now wrestling with. Mentally
I berated myself for allowing this falsehood to muddy the waters, so to speak.
Kanan was a new variable in this very complicated equation. She was
mysterious, exotic, intelligent, wise beyond her years and yet still dealing
with the traumas of her past, and unwilling to let them go so she could begin
living her own life. There was also the issue of her agenda. Was she attracted
to me as much as I thought I was to her? Was our potential relationship just a
ploy on her part to gain better access to her ultimate objective, Sayali? How
could I devise a test to answer that key question in an unambiguous fashion? For
the moment I was at a loss when it came to these issues.
Finally there was Sayali, the root cause of my uncertainty. There was no
doubt that I was tremendously attracted by her physical attributes. The thought
of her breasts, that plump pubic mound, her haunches, the way she moved, her
scent, all combined to turn me into something less than a rational member of the
species. She was responsible for the primitive feelings that now roamed freely
through my psyche, disconcerting me no end.
However, there was more to her than that. She was youth, something I
might be able to recapture if I possessed her completely. There was this aura of
energy that surrounded her; she so reminded me of a force of nature at times.
Then there was her view of things that intrigued me. Just what was going through
that inquiring and at times devious mind? Finally I had to admit that there was
that terrible temptation to make her the canvas upon which I would create my own
masterpiece from those parts of her that I needed, leaving the rest to wither.
How terribly selfish of me to dare envision such a prospect? Yet I did dare to
confront that self-serving option.
This was but the first level of a complex puzzle. Now there were the
issues created by the potential interactions that could develop between the four
of us. I thought back to the days at the university when I wrestled with the
mysteries of probability theory. The puzzle I was facing encompassed all four
of us in various configurations, two at a time, three at a time, and even four
at a time, the only one that had but a single, unique result and perhaps might
be the only one worth pursuing. I heard Neelem calling to me that it was time
for supper, and so I began preparing myself for what was to be more than just a
meal.
The meal was exceptional and it took some time before I could broach the
matter that we all knew must be discussed. They both looked up from their food
when I cleared my throat. I complimented them on the meal that had been prepared
and then launched into a discussion of how to handle the taming of Sayali, only
I used the word "education" in lieu of the more blunt term. I had the feeling
that using polite words was perhaps not the best way to gain their confidence. I
took the position that Sayali was young and impressionable. Kanan immediately
supported this view, and Neelem chose not to argue the matter.
When I stated that the girl needed discipline, both women smiled, and I
noticed Kanan's facial expression becoming almost feral as she nodded. I went on
to suggest that we draw up a list of regulations and appropriate punishments for
any infractions she might commit, as well as rewards we might offer for her
cooperation and progress. I asked if either of them wanted to take charge of
making one of the lists.
Kanan quickly volunteered to come up with a list of punishments that
Sayali would receive for various types of infractions. I suggested that before
this could be done, someone had to come up with the rules and regulations the
girl was to follow as she was educated. Neelem gave me that knowing grin I was
beginning to dread and said she would take charge of the rules and regulations.
Kanan recovered nicely by offering to become Neelem's partner in this
endeavor. I in turn volunteered to assist Kanan in developing the punishment
list. This still left the matter of rewards to be addressed, and I quickly
filled that void and waited for either woman to offer assistance. I was a bit
surprised when neither volunteered. There were games being played and prudence
dictated not bringing the matter into the open until I knew the reason for their
silence. I determined to worm the information from Neelem by whatever means was
necessary once we retired to the bedroom.
Neelem took her time coming to bed. I could hear her talking with Kanan,
and the sound of laughter on more than one occasion. Finally she arrived and
took off her robe; she was naked beneath it. I had been planning to seduce her
if necessary, but she had beaten me to the punch. I welcomed her with a lengthy
kiss, probing her warm wet mouth as my hands roamed her curves and crannies. She
moaned loudly and I wondered if that was genuine or for Kanan's benefit. My
lover did have a wicked sense of humor at times. What happened next was
obviously for my benefit as her hand wrapped around my rapidly growing cock and
stroked it with practiced skill until I was fully erect, a matter of perhaps a
minute or so.
We had been together long enough that we knew each other's signals. The
one I received was loud and clear, she wanted me inside of her. To my surprise
she was quite moist and I slid easily into her, eliciting another long drawn out
moan. We arranged our bodies so that I could begin to penetrate her fully, using
long, slow thrusts that made her velvet-like channel clutch my hard shaft as it
moved over her wet flesh. We went at it for a very long time; every time I
picked up the pace, a prelude to an ejaculation, she would clamp herself tightly
around my thrusting cock until my long, slow movements resumed. I was too caught
up in my own passions to question her commands, I just obeyed.
Neelem surprised me when she signaled that she wanted to assume the
superior position, an even better way of controlling me. I was under her spell
and complied immediately. Now she was the aggressor, working her cunt muscles
such that every time she rose and fell my entire length of rock-hard flesh
received a delighful sensation of gentle friction and warmth. My thrusts began
to match her motions and soon we were moving as one, our bodies meshing
perfectly as we headed for perhaps a simultaneous orgasm, a rarity, despite the
folk tales that surrounded such a phenomenon.
I really do not know who came first, or if it was a tie. All I could
remember was this tremendous feeling of relief and pleasure as our loins fused.
This had been a very extraordinary event considering what had transpired today.
In a sense we were affirming our relationship and that made me quite happy, and
proud that I still was able to evoke a response like that from her despite all
that was occurring.
Afterward we talked about the only subjects worth discussing, Sayali and
Kanan. I teased her about how quickly she seemed to warm to the intense school
teacher. She was silent for a few moments, her hand idly playing with my
depleted shaft.
"There is a strength in that stick figure of a woman that I am forced to
admire. I was unaware of those things that happened to her while she was at home
and during her time at the university. She has seen much for one so young. I
cannot say that I am completely comfortable with her, for it is obvious that she
has designs on Sayali as well as you."
I chuckled and received a playful swat from Neelem. Now it was my turn
to speak. Neelem listened, but her hand started to stroke her wet vulva, teasing
the rubbery flesh and causing me to wonder if perhaps I would be expected to
provide an encore before we settled down for a night's sleep. I provided my view
of this exotic female.
"I'd be less than honest if I said I was not attracted to Kanan. She has
a certain intensity, even an aura about her that tempts and at the same time
cautions me about making any advances. I think that she has yet to recover from
what occurred to her both at home and at the university. I'm not sure I want to
be the one to force her to accept her past, and try to go beyond it. Going a
step further I also think that Sayali may play a role in solving this problem
Kanan is wrestling with."
At this point my bedmate snorted and grasped my cock, which had yet to
reawaken. Then she spoke in a tone that told me I was treading upon dangerous
ground. "How can that be! It's obvious that Kanan is insanely jealous of Sayali
for her youth, beauty and innocence. My daughter is everything that she cannot
ever be. I believe that Kanan's plan for Sayali has nothing good about it. She
wants to suck the life from my daughter and make her as miserable as she is!"
As she spoke she squeezed my cock even more powerfully.
Despite my discomfort I focused on her words. "Innocence", now that
would not be an attribute I would assign to the young beauty, but in truth
Sayali was innocent to the ways of men. Perhaps she was just beginning to
realize the power she possessed and was testing her strength on me. What a
suggestion; it was well worth considering. Neelem broke my concentration when
she kissed the head of my wounded organ as her way of apologizing. It triggered
the normal response such an act would induce, I began to harden. Neelem
enveloped my cock in her mouth and began to get serious about arousing me. The
second time we went at it was almost as intense and passionate as the first
time. It was marvelous and I slept the sleep of the fully satiated that evening.
Kanan had to leave early the next morning, for she had to go home to
prepare herself before beginning to teach her classes at school. She promised to
return this evening and planned to stay with us over the weekend. I could hardly
believe that only a week had passed since this situation with Sayali had at last
come to a head. I wondered what the weekend would bring, then had to dismiss it
from my mind when Neelem enticed me to return to bed and make love to her once
more. In the meantime, Sayali languished in the pit, waiting for one of her
jailors to release her into the sun.
(To be continued)
