Twisted Teen Tales

                             Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 38

                       Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 5)

       Niles Nailer soon discovered that Wilma Mallory was one hot piece of ass that really was into sex in all its varied aspects. She practically inhaled his cock in her eagerness to getting him ready for another round of down and dirty, no-holds barred sex. The principal was used to being the aggressor, this was a pleasant change of pace as far as he was concerned. He laid back, his hands folded behind his head, and watched his cock appear and disappear into Wilma's mouth that was doing a very good imitation of a vacuum cleaner without the loud noise. She was sort of humming when she wasn't slobbering all over his rapidly stiffening joint.

In no time at all he was ready and raring to go. Muscling his dick into Wilma's asshole did prove to be a challenge. Her sphincter had fully recovered its original shape and was just as tough to penetrate as the first time. He did remember the trick of smacking her rump smartly as a way of loosening up that unblinking brown eye just enough for him to get a foothold into that tight tunnel of hot flesh.

       Wilma grunted and then sighed as he penetrated her outer defenses. He reached around and grabbed her big fun bags and began massaging and squeezing those enhanced boobs while he made a small inroad into her channel. She practicallly purred as he moved a fraction of an inch deeper with every powerful thrust. Niles Nailer was sweating like a pig by the time his prong had reached its limit inside his partner's super tight asshole. As for Wilma, she was quite contented. She just loved it when her asshole was filled to its limit by a nice thick cock. When the principal began to move from side to side in an effort to widen the breach he had made, she groaned and shifted her body to give him a little more leverage.

       The minutes went by and gradually his dick began to loosen up her tight asshole to the point that he could begin moving his cock back and forth perhaps by as much as three or four inches. Wilma was really beginning to enjoy the stretching her lower tunnel was experiencing. He picked up the pace and neared his objective, his churning balls building up a good head of pressure. She'd know it when he sprayed her insides this time. His hands were transmitting that signal through her enhanced tits, warning her that he was on a collision course and there was little she could do to stop him now. Wilma made the most of it, trying to match his thrusts with movements of her own. Then he was spurting and filling that warm, wet and very tight back passageway with his hot cum. It was one of his better efforts and portended for better times in the future when he would have the pleasure of doing both Mallory females, perhaps even at the same time. The thought of watching Wilma and Pamela locked in a sixty-nine while he rested up between fucks was a vision that excited him even after just  blowing his nuts.After a bathroom break and some grab-ass, they returned to the bedroom and Wilma took up the remainder of the story of Tara and Sanjiv's wedding and subsequent honeymoon.

       The doctor arrived bright and early in the mornng and gave Tara a cursory examination to check out whether she was able to face the women in a few hours. Sanjiv's bride grimaced in agony when the Indian lady doctor inserted a few fingers into her well stretched and quite swollen cunt to see if all the cocks had done any serious harm to her insides. She assured the frightened bride that she was in good enough shape to deal with whatever the women had planned for her during the day and perhaps well into the night.

       For the first time the doctor gave her some advice on how to deal with what awaited her. Regardless of the threats they would make and the torments they would inflict upon her, they dared not harm Tara in such a way that she would be unavailable for her husband's sexual needs during the two week honeymoon he had planned for them. Then she dropped a bombshell, casually mentioning that the patriarch had wakened this morning with the urge to use her body again, a great honor in case she did not realize it. Word would get out quickly and aid her cause, no matter what the women thought.

       Tara was quite surprised to discover that the leader of the family was already erect, compliments of the young teenager who once again sat by his bed with an impish smile on her youthful face. He whispered something to the girl and she pointed towards his groin, beckoning with a toss of her head that Sanjiv's bride approach. It was the teen who instructed Tara to get on her knees and prepare to receive his hard cock into her mouth, still held open by the dental fixture. Then she began to feed that foot long length of gristle into Tara's mouth, making sure it received plenty of tongue before she pressed the bride's head forward to allow more of it to begin the journey down her sore throat. That part of the process was most painful, but also most enjoyable to him since her gullet went into spasms and treated the patriarch's cock to some unexpected and rare stimulation.

       The girl continued to guide her head up and down as she swallowed and regurgitated his cock that soon was coated with her saliva. The teen urged her on to greater efforts, making her take him deeper and holding it much longer. Tara lost track of time, her focus now concentrated on the pain in her throat and the pressure from his hard cock. In retrospect she was undergoing a humiliating spectacle witnessed by a female who had not yet attained full maturity, but nonetheless was in total control of the situation. She began to wonder when he would mount her and finish this ritual. Time passed and she continued to bob up and down like some automaton, receiving no sign from either him or his youthful companion that he was ready to use her sore cunt.

       Suddenly the teen's surprisingly strong hands jammed Tara's head forward until she choked on the intruder now blocking her airways. She panicked and made an effort to escape from the iron grip of the girl, but failed. Then she felt the first spurt from that snake she had captured within her gullet. It was followed by another and another, the time between each spasm lasting for many seconds. Tara was on the verge of passing out from the lack of air, when the impish female jerked her head up and off the patriarch's twitching cock. Tara did her best to either swallow or cough up the patriarch's offering. While she was doing her best to regain her composure, out of the corner of her eye she noticed the teenager's impish grin and dancing eyes. She made a mental note to find out just who this little demon was, to see if she could wheedle the support of her new husband in bringing this creature to heel.

       The teenager was still  not yet done tormenting Tara. She proceeded to place a noose around Tara's neck and draw it tight enough to make her start worrying. She order the new bride to her feet and made her bow and kiss the head of the patriarch's cock that was beginning to wilt like a plant lacking water. This symbol of her acceptance of his rule accomplished, she was led outside into the already shimmering heat. Her "mistress" used the rope to guide her toward a low building off to a corner of the compound. The sun sucked the moisture from her naked body as she slowly made her way to where the women of the  family awaited. Tara felt ike a beast of burden being readied for another day in the fields. Having some idea of what would be done to her by the angy group of women, the option of working in the fields under the broiling sun was not that unattractive.

       Once inside the hot, dry building she had a great deal of difficulty navigating toward her destination, despite her handler being less than three feet in front of her. The only light was quite dim and came from a few air holes cut into the ceiling of the building. Then she found herself in a large room occupied by many women. It was almost impossible to distinguish their faces or figures. There was a low murmuring from the group and even a few cackles that gave her goosebumps. One shape rose up from the crowd and approached her. Tara squinted and managed to make out her features. She was perhaps in her forties or fifties and quite tall. Her sari did not allow any estimate to be made concerning her figure. The teenager detached herself from Tara by handing the rope over to the tall woman and whispering a few words to her that made both of them chuckle. Then to add to Tara's discomfort and lack of status, the little imp pinched her on one of her bare cheeks as she exited from the room.

       "So this is the one that Sanjiv decided to wed? I guess that a woman from his own family wan't good enough to be his wife, but we were certainly good enough to be his lovers and worse. Those of us foolish enough to be enchanted by his honeyed tongue and smiling countenance deserve what has befallen us. My dear husband upon learning that I had slept with this rascal almost drove me from his house. I had to endure an entire year as his bond slave in order to once more get back into his good graces. Despite having most of the skin whipped from my back, bottom, breasts and belly plus having my yoni sewed shut for months at a time until it became so infected that no one would come near me because of the stench, this was not enough. He took a much younger female, a girl just turned thirteen and she and my husband cavorted daily in what was once our bed. Many times I would be forced to join as nothing more than a receptacle for his sperm and her spendings. There were times that I wanted to throw myself into the river and be swept away to end my miserable life, but I did not have sufficient courage. Now I have an opportunity for vengeance, and you will learn what it means to suffer from the thoughtlessness of your husband, who is not what you have been led to believe."

       Tara listened with one ear, but her mind was also occupied by her growing thirst. It had been many hours since she had been given water, now her mouth was dry, tongue sore, lips chapped and split and her throat parched. Every breath she drew made things worse, and now she faced a mob of angry females, all eager to punish her for the sins and misdeeds of her lover and now husband, Sanjiv. The next thing she knew hands were grabbing at her bare body, voices raised in anger. It was the tall woman who restored a degree of order to what was to occur. She challenged the women to obey what they had collectively decided, or leave the building to those who would. There were muttered complaints and muffled curses, but her words carried the day. The woman took charge and identified half a dozen of the group to have a turn with Tara, using the room located off to the side.

       Someone grabbed her by the hair and pulled Tara to her feet. Another scratched her flank, leaving broken furrows in her smooth flesh and drawing a slight bit of blood that was of no consequence. She was pushed and shoved from the main room and soon found herself in a nearly dark location. Tara was tripped to the floor and straddled by one of the women. Hands grabbed her tits and began mauling them. Another woman sat on her chest and held her head steady. Tara struggled to no avail and then she choked on the first spurt of acrid piss that began painting the insides of her mouth and soon was shooting straight down her raw throat. She fought to escape the stream of hot pee that issued from the one sitting on her chest, but she couldn't get any leverage. One after another her assailants took a turn pissing down her throat and gradually filling her belly to the point that it became uncomfortable.

       All that piss splattering off her swollen and very sore tongue only added to her misery. Tara had lost count of how many of these shrouded women had mounted her chest and humiliated her, all the while hinting, and in some cases guaranteeing, that this was nothing compared to what they had planned for her next. Despite the strong flow of liquid into her belly, she was growing even more thirsty, hoping against hope that someone would show her some mercy and give her water to at least swish around in her sore mouth which was now beginning to form small ulcers from this latest assault. Now and then the weight on her chest would lessen, a sign that younger women or even teenagers were using her as their toilet. To her horror she heard the voice of that imp from hell who had humiliated her no end when she was with the patriarch. The voice chilled her blood as the girl declared that she had gotten permission from the family head to return and join the other women in welcoming Tara into the family of Sanjiv. Unlike the others, she chose to piss into Tara's eyes and nostrils, causing her to gag and totally panic. As she spiraled down into pure terror she could still hear the girl's tinkling laughter.

       When she finally regained her composure, the next torment began. They dragged her over to another spot in the room where the dirt floor had been hollowed out sufficiently that her head hung over the edge unsupported. Tara's belly had been bloated to obscene dimensions from all the urine that she had been forced to swallow. The tall woman stood over her bare body and directed the efforts of a number of women who got busy winding lengths of rough hemp rope around her bulging midsection. Satisfied that everything was in place, the leader directed the first group of women, the eldest members of the family, to take the first turn. It took Tara some seconds before she realized their intentions; they were about to force some of the piss from her bloated belly. The first pull on the ropes had little effect, but the next forced a fountain of acrid waste into the air, most of which landed on her face, with some even returning down her throat into her buging belly. She could hear the excited comments and laughing that came from the audience. Tara steeled herself for another round, and was not disappointed.

       This torture was fiendishly simple. The weak members of the family were still able to generate plenty of pain and humiliation with little effort on their part. As her stomach slowly emptied, it required more strength to get anything to come up, which was easily accomplished by the younger and stronger family members. Worse yet, what they were forcing from her belly was much more concentrated and when it rained down on her face and body, it actually stung and in some of the more tender areas made the skin blister. By now the ulcers that formed within her mouth were causing her a great deal of pain, and her tongue was so swollen that all she could do was mumble or squawk like a jungle bird.

       It was long before the women were done with this part of the torment that Tara fainted from the strain that this simple torture was producing on her. She was revived and her belly once again squeezed by the heavy ropes digging into her swollen midriff. The ones working on her now were the strongest and seemed to enjoy the level of cruelty they were demonstrating. These acted as team members, working the ropes so that she failed to have any time to recover from one torrrent of acrid liquid, before another began its way up to the surface as well. Once again Tara passed out and nearly drowned this time as she continued to reflexively puke up what was left in her swollen, sore stomach.

       When she woke up, she knew instantly that it was the imp from hell who was leaning over her and laughing. Then the little demon hawked up a dollop of thick phlegm and spit it into Tara's propped open mouth. This excited the mob of women and they too followed her lead, some blowing snot from their noses and letting it drip from their fingers into Tara's mouth. She could not believe how nasty these harpies could be to her. Why were they so cruel? Had she known more about her new husband, she might not have found herself in this precarious position. Sanjiv's bride was unable to communicate to the women about her condition, not that it would have made any difference. However she was removed from the room, and half-carried, half-dragged to the area where her next ordeal was to take place.

                             ( To be continued - rolf palsy )