Hariyati

Chapter 4 - Hariyati

"This is Hariyati." Mr Jessop had come to find them. They were respectably dressed. They were all dressed in shorts and shirts. Nakedness and exposed genitalia would come later. Naked and engorged genitalia indeed!

And she bowed. Just so sexual to Mike and Paulo. They did not see it as simply polite, bowing being so much the polite norm in large parts of the world, rather they saw it as the young servant girl bowing to her masters.

Were they meant to bow in return? Paulo held out his hand in the European way and she took it. Her small hand in his. A first touch skin to skin. There would be more; so much more.

She was not very big, but more than made up for that in her attractiveness. Long, blue-black hair reaching down her back, dark eyes to match, high cheekbones, a wide mouth and, seemingly, a ready smile. Nothing unwomanly about her body beneath the sarong. Difficult to gauge her age but with rounded hips and full breasts -- breasts they had already seen down below them on the track -- Paulo judged her eighteen, perhaps nineteen.

What was it like for her to be left with three men; three foreign men who she knew were anxious to use her in rather depraved ways? It was upsetting to Paulo to see her look back over her shoulder perhaps to see if she could still see the track and her parents walking away. Were they recounting their money as they walked? A conflict between wanting to tell her to go back to them, run after them, and the desire to put his hand within her sarong and touch young skin.

Mr Jessop led her off to show her where she would sleep. Katherine's room no doubt, but Paulo wondered if she would ever sleep there. Would Mr Jessop prefer to have her in his bed, ready for him to hold in the morning, or would he generously allow her to sleep with Mike or Paulo - sometimes? In Paulo's mind the thought of being awoken in the middle of the night by Hariyati, her small brown hands caressing him or perhaps waking in the dark to feel those gorgeous lips sliding up and down his cock.

"I'm so hard, Mike."

"Me too. Isn't she just so..."?

"Fuckable! And you know what Mr Jessop said. The next time we come we come, we ejaculate, we do it together in Hariyati. No wanking, no nothing. I'm sure it will be soon. I hope so! I really want to get my cock out. I suppose it would not be the right thing to be standing here naked and erect when Hariyati and Mr Jessop come back?"

"I'm not sure there's a done thing or a right or a wrong. Perhaps best if she becomes naked first. I mean, she might be a virgin for all we know, three full erections might really frighten her. What if she's never seen one before? You know like, maybe, it was for brides in Victorian times, all at once seeing their new husband rampant on that first night in the bedroom. Must have been a shock and a half. Surely, some must have thought, that thing cannot go in, not enough room!"

"I don't know, Mike, I suspect they were not that naïve. Animals in the field. Once you've seen a bull or horse covering a mare, you're going to have a pretty good idea of what men keep in their trousers! And surely, they would have played with objects. Hairbrush handles, phallic cucumbers and bananas... I know I would have, if I was a girl! Anyway, Mr Jessop said these local girls are fairly free and easy. A cultural thing. She'll know about men."

"But will the local boys be as big as Mr Jessop?"

"That'll be a nice surprise for her. His big black truncheon and white curly hair!"

"We've got to stop this talk, Mike. I so feel like going to the viewpoint for a wank but we need to wait for Mr Jessop."

"Hariyati you mean."

The lads returned to their work, but every so often they glanced towards the villa. What was Mr Jessop up to with Hariyati? Surely, he was not already... He had said it would be all of them together. Perhaps he meant one by one. Would Paulo or Mike be the next to be called in? The thought of knocking on the door and going into Katherine's room and finding Hariyati in bed was not exactly unpleasing. The idea of stripping and getting in under the sheet with her had Paulo hard again.

And then up the path came Mr Jessop and Hariyati. Her eyes were still rooted to the ground.

"We have been talking, Hariyati and me," said Mr Jessop. "As expected, she is not a virgin but is ever so nervous about being with us. You could say she is shy," the old man smiled up at them, his teeth white. She has lain with boys, of course, and older men. It is not the custom for mere boys to take a girl's virginity. Girls are taken to older men. A privilege of age. A shame it is not more widely practised." The smile was wider. "I would enjoy that: young girls being brought to me." The smile broadened. "Before you young lads, before you have your opportunity."

Paulo could imagine Mr Jessop would very much like that. But it was little different with Hariyati. She had been brought to them for very much that purpose. He felt himself hardening again in his shorts.

"She tells me the men and the boys were in the dark of the night -- well, sometimes, and the older man certainly. She asked if we could wait until night. She seems a little shy." Mr Jessop's grin was wide, perhaps seeing Paulo's face drop. "I think it is only an early shyness. She will blossom if she is anything like the other girls! But I said I could not wait, and I can very much see you do not want to wait." His eyes were on the bulges in the lads' shorts. They were making no attempt to hide their obvious arousal. "So, we compromised. Hariyati will be blindfolded as if it was night to her."

Yet anything but night to the men! Paulo watched Mr Jessop take a gaily coloured handkerchief from his pocket, unfold it and make it into a blindfold and tie it around the girl's head. Her face as the handkerchief covered her eyes showed apprehension. It made Paulo a little nervous too -- but only a bit.

"You can take your shorts and shirts off now if you want."

There was to Paulo something strangely erotic in taking off his clothes in front of this girl he had only just met. Not that she could see - but he could. A strange pleasure in getting completely undressed with her present -- and not just to be naked, but to be naked and erect with her. It was as it had been when they had discussed around the small round table -- three naked tumescent males - but now, as they revealed their arousal to each other, there was the girl present which, perhaps, made it more 'normal' to Paulo than it had been before at the table; as if what they were doing and about to do was, in any way, commonplace. Their generative organs were certainly aroused, Mr Jessop's thickening and growing as the lads revealed themselves. Paulo thought again, was Mr Jessop senior not just so endowed?

Just so wonderful being there with Hariyati and feeling so excited and sharing that excitement with the other men. Paulo looked at Mike and their eyes met. He shook his head in almost disbelief. The sheer eroticism of it. Men naked and erect with a young girl, blindfolded and effectively helpless. A girl there for their pleasure and unable to do anything but accept. There was an unexpected excitement in being with other equally erect men, a pack feeling perhaps. Men not so much hunting as about to fuck together. Men about to share a girl, share in her slippery, hot, vagina; exchange her as if she was a single cigar they were smoking or a shared bottle of beer.

"Paulo, would you like to undress her?" Again, a joy. What man would not enjoy removing a young girl's sarong with or without her being blindfolded? Paulo had seen Hariyati's breasts when she had been there with her parents and Mr Jessop on the track but now he saw them revealed close to; indeed generous and very firm, quite excellently rounded and with upturned dark nipples and surrounding puckered skin; he would enjoy sucking them, moulding them, perhaps even decorating them with pearls of his semen. And then Hariyati was revealed entire. Such womanly hips, such a fine bottom, one so suitable for all sorts of games not least bouncing one's thighs against when taking the girl from behind; perhaps he might be able to smack her buttocks, would she like that sort of play? And at the juncture of her so smooth, brown thighs a repeat of her blue, black hair only this was all curly; thick, copious and mysterious -- Paulo could see none of her womanly slit beneath. A hidden mossy grove for three brave explorers to poke at with their penises.

The girl shivered, though it was not cold at all -- far from it; what thoughts must be going through her head knowing she was now exposed to three strangers -- three male strangers having every intention of using her. Not sexually inexperienced but... strangers and strangers from afar at that.

Between them they eased the naked girl back onto one of the loungers, the very one upon which Paulo had first fucked Mrs Jessop -- not that he was going to reveal that to Mr Jessop Snr. The men were more than happy to take hold of the naked girl and help her lie down, as if, despite the blindfold, she could not do that herself. They were gentle but their hands nonetheless held the girl as they eased her backwards making her ready and accessible for their use.

"You will need to open her legs." It was Mr Jessop giving directions, rather as if it was three men preparing a blow-up doll for their rather strange pleasure. "They need to be open wide if we are to fuck her."

Such a crude way of expressing it. A rather extreme animal pleasure in preparing the girl to be, well, 'used.' It was anything but a sweet, romantic liaison, not at all something with candles, soft music, subdued light and sexy lingerie. This was all much more basic. A girl's body being prepared in bright sunlight for multiple coition, her vagina to be filled by several men. They, or rather Mr Jessop senior, had hired her for that, after all.

So good to reach and take hold of the girl's two knees and ease them apart. She was unresisting. Paulo doubted he would have forced them apart; he would not have carried on had she suddenly developed resistance, perhaps panicking at the thought of three men molesting her and crying out that she wanted to go 'home.' There was none of that. Instead, she giggled as Paulo moved her knees in opposite directions, revealing the inside of soft thighs and then watching as slowly those dark curls which went up between her legs came apart, her labia major separated and showed what 'little girls are really made of...'

Delightful moist pinkness but with the inner labia fringed with dark skin; that delightful soft flesh that so attracts the men and makes them want to push their own soft skin -- soft skin with a hardness beneath -- into that flesh. And Paulo could see just where penises could go -- indeed, would go: though whether three penises in quick succession should go in there was a more questionable matter. Nonetheless that was what was going to happen.

He stared, taking in the delights in front of him and, by his side, two other men were doing the same. Paulo could feel the tension and as he turned back to look at his fellows, he could see the tension reflected in their penises. They were just so engorged, so shiny and taut at their ends, so strong so ready. Who to go first?

"Mr Jessop, perhaps you might like..." he was senior after all -- and paying for the 'treat.'

"Kind of you, Paulo, but in all modesty, I wonder if you might wish to stretch her a little before me." He reached and made his cock bounce. It was bigger and thicker than Paulo's -- there was no question of that. "You first."

"Might I... might I lick her first?"

"I'm sure she'd like that."

Paulo had been staring but now he brought his face downwards and his eyes closer. Weren't women's sexual bits just so fascinating, so attractive, so... He stuck out his tongue and touched warm, wet flesh. So soft! It made Hariyati jump. One lick, two licks and then Paulo lost a little control and buried his face in her, grabbing her hips and holding them as she bucked against him. Probably she had expected a penis, but she got a tongue!

A strangely animal act, Paulo couldn't get enough, especially when Hariyati's lubrication really began to flow. Hot, soft and liquid; he buried his face, licking and sucking, bringing her lips into his mouth and very much lapping up her wetness; drinking her indeed.

When Paulo surfaced, he saw his two colleagues bent over the girl sucking away on a nipple each. From being led, shyly out from the villa she was now being serviced by three men. Paulo looked up at her face. Hariyati's eyes were hidden but her mouth was open, and he could see her tongue moving. There was no question she was merely lying back and accepting her 'fate,' she was undoubtedly enjoying the attention. That was good, very good and he had no compunction about doing what he did next.

Women and men are made to fit together and that was exactly what Paulo did.

"Excuse me." And as the other two men raised themselves from their sucking, Paulo settled himself down upon Hariyati's naked body. A lovely feeling of flesh upon flesh and, as he did so, in he slipped; his male organ entering the female equivalent. The third female organ it had entered in fewer weeks. It was just so warm, so wet and pleasingly tight. His knob surged up inside the girl, his 'probe' exploring her depths. So good to begin the motions of intercourse, the steady sliding movement he had enjoyed so much with other women in recent weeks. Up and down, up and down -- that so pleasing motion.

A pat upon his bottom from Mr Jessop indicated it was time to swop. It was Mike's turn to fuck and Paulo's turn to stand back and watch his friend lower himself onto Hariyati and carry on where he had left off. A rather ridiculous sight, Paulo thought, as he watched Mike's bottom rise and fall as he worked away; yet how very good to be engaged like that. He looked towards the waiting Mr Jessop, his fine erection rising darkly from his white curls. The contrast of big black penis and snow-white hair was surprising and seemed to give further emphasis to the penis, emphasising its size and length. Not absurdly large but very definitely bigger than his own. Not absurdly big but undoubtedly impressive. Would Hariyati be surprised or did she already know?

Already the girl had felt the weight of two men upon her. Two men had already penetrated her and would do so again. Neither had come. Was this Hariyati's first multiple intercourse or was she already experienced like that. Did the young men make the rounds, or did they accompany the older men for instruction? Was it normal for the young men to hop from hut to hut, popping in to give each girl a stroke or two rather like simply dropping in for a few words? What an idea! The thought in his mind of the young men wandering around the village as erect as Mike and he when going for their morning ritual. Two village boys meeting, quite unfazed by their standing penises and one saying Hariyati was now 'open' and the other then hurrying to try.

It was clear to Paulo and Mike that Hariyati had not yet felt, or seen, Mr Jessop's cock when engorged. Atop her it was obvious he was manoeuvring for entry. All of a sudden, her hands came up into the air, waggling about as she said something in her own language. It was obvious she was surprised at what she felt pushing at her.

"Hold her hands. I've got to do this."

The lads did what they were told. It was certainly erotic, enough to make Paulo shake. He knew it was potentially awful, an overly large penis being forced into a helpless young girl. But that did not stop him holding her hand tightly or his erection, strengthened by the sight and thought, jutting out over her, mirroring Mike's the other side. The girl's head was shaking from side to side. Paulo could not actually see Mr Jessop's big coffee coloured knob and its accompanying black and so firm shaft pushing at the girl's soft flesh but in his mind he was imagining. He had already done just that, but in his head the thought of probing her was vivid, almost as if he was in Mr Jessop's mind.

Mike licked his lips, "can we see it go in?" It was obvious he was as aroused by the thought of Mr Jessop's big cock forcing the girl as he was. Was Mr Jessop succeeding, certainly his buttocks were flexing, was he going in? Hariyati's protests did not seem as strong as they had been, but she was still shaking her head.

"Do you think perhaps if..." Paulo was being concerned, "Hariyati put it in..."

"Perhaps you are right." Mr Jessop got up from the girl. He might be quite old, but his cock did not at all reveal that. It was strong. "Help her up."

It was Mr Jessop's turn to lie down. What a delight for Mike and Paulo to lift the girl up between them and place her astride Mr Jessop. She could not see but it must have been obvious to her by the way her legs were planted either side of the lounger leaving her thighs widespread that below her there was going to be a penis sticking up and waiting to enter. Her hands dropped and for the first time, with her hands anyway, she felt her employer's cock. Again, Hariyati's mouth fell open. Wide enough for a penis to enter, indeed!

Wonderful to watch her fingers exploring, taking in Mr Jessop's erection and balls. They watched as Hariyati, brought her knees up so she was kneeling on the lounger either side of Mr Jessop, facing him, and then descended, until she was sitting atop Mr Jessop's knob, holding the penis vertical, or roughly so, with her hand. Penis and vaginal opening just making contact. Mike and Paulo bent their heads down to watch the better, their hands reaching for their own penises and stroking. Mike had wanted to watch the entry and he was certainly going to see it. And then she let herself descend a bit further. Mike from the rear and Paulo from the front, they both watched Hariyati's lips stretch and move around the invading penis as it began to go in. Such a sight as the knob slowly disappeared and the long black shaft began to shorten. Amazing to realise just how much of the male could go into the female.

And then Hariyati began gently to ride up and down the pole. The lads still held her but with the penis now inside herself, Hariyati had both hands free and perhaps to steady herself but more likely not, she reached and found the two other erections; two grab handles in her hands!

It was not long before Paulo had to step back and pull himself from Hariyati's hand. Wonderful to be so excited, so aroused but it did mean he was rather 'on the edge.' Very nearly his penis had spurted and that would have been right across Mr Jessop's chest. Paulo did not think Mr Jessop would have minded but he would. He wanted to come inside Hariyati.

Having a young girl bouncing up and down your cock, massaging it with such soft, warm wetness is going to cause a reaction even at seventy. Mr Jessop's eyes closed, and his teeth clamped together as his lips drew back, his fingers clenched, and it was obvious what was happening. So obvious what spasm and natural act Hariyati was causing.

Hariyati's vigorous movement slowed. It would have been polite perhaps to let Mr Jessop rest and subside within the girl, but Paulo could see Mike was too excited for that. Mike grabbed her hips and lifted her up and off; Mr Jessop's still erect penis pulled from its comfortable sleeve to fall with a bit of a 'plopping' sort of sound onto his stomach. Hariyati reached out as Mike lifted her hips higher and her hands took hold of the top of the lounger. With Hariyati on all fours and knees either side of Mr Jessop's hips, Mike straddled the lounger, one foot either side and shuffled forward and was in Hariyati within seconds of Mr Jessop's enforced departure.

Obvious to Paulo just how desperate his friend was to fuck. Like a bull or stallion taking a heifer or filly. He was in and doing. An unusual position because of his so spread legs. Paulo grinned at the sight. It was just like his allusion to the bull or stallion -- did Mike's 'eggs' not swing away in their sack between his spread legs! Such a sight -- Mr Jessop Snr. was just below him on the lounger, his big black penis steadily shrinking whilst straight above it, inches away, Mike's strong organ pounded away at the place it had been moments before