Chapter 10: Indian Delivery
From a scenario by Dalhia 57
It was the end of their exams for Naina and her sister Ritu. Their first year at Birmingham University had passed like a dream. They had discovered Europe thanks to a grant offered by an Indian industrial company. They had become acclimatized soon, Indian students in a cosmopolite university with no problem. Just as if fate was conspiring to help them, their main Economy professor, Mrs Leena, fancied wearing Indian clothes even when she was lecturing her students. They felt really at home. They had befriended two of the university professors who had saved them from rape and maybe worse. They had been so scared that their first idea to thank Tim and Tom had been to accompany them to their home and spend the night with them.
Their mentors had been so caring and gentle, trying hard to please them that they had remained there as their girl friends. The two guys even promised them marriage, but only when they had finished their studies in four years. Naina and her sister now considered themselves as Tim and Tom's wives, wearing often sarees like married women. They just didn't wear the red dot on their foreheads that advertised an Indian woman's married status. It would be their boyfriends' privilege to apply it when the ceremony would have been celebrated.
Living with their boyfriends, sharing their beds and spending so much time there in the throes of a young love had had the unavoidable consequence : both of the girls were heavily pregnant. By some miracle, delivery was expected in about a month, allowing them to finish their exams, board a plane to India as most companies don't accept expecting women in their last month of pregnancy.
Leena had come to Tim's home to announce them the results. They would be made official on the next Monday but Naina would then be already in India. If you had witnessed that meeting, you could have thought it was taking place somewhere in Mumbai or Delhi as the three women were in sarees and cholis, with all the details that you could expect.
- Congratulations, Naina and Ritu : both of you passed your exams with honor and you received commendations from the jury!
- Great! So we are admitted in the second year! It's a relief. I was so scared!
- You are joking! You scored on most topics and, globally, you, Naina, are this year's major and Ritu is just a trifle behind, far in advance from the rest of my students! Continue in that direction and I can promise you a very interesting post in some international company, even with the present crisis!
So the girls had boarded the plane in an ebullient mood. Prince Kyrhan, who would receive them in his Rajahstan Palace, had sent them first class plane tickets for the four of them. He wanted that the heavily pregnant girls traveled in comfort. Both sisters had been moved by that attention and even more so when they were told that their mates would enjoy the same curtesy. They hadn't met the prince so far but his wife Kira who seemed always in command of everything. Even professor Leena and the fiendish Gupta seemed to acknowledge her superiority.
Early july was the monsoon period and the weather is hot and rainy in India. Few tourists were on board. The group had the first class cabin for themselves. They had been served Champagne cups and both girls unaccustomed to drink the delicious beverage felt pleasantly dizzy. Like many pregnant women, Naina and Ritu were as horny as you could imagine. The champagne had wiped out their inhibitions. Their comfortable armchairs could be converted into beds and they soon used that possibility, asking their respective companions to join them.
Tim and Naina exchanged kisses that became soon more and more demanding and hot. They covered each other faces with kisses and tongue lashes. Tim started soon to explore her neck making her mew in the most attractive way. Her moans seemed to embolden her mate who sneaked his hand under her saree to reach her belly completely devoid of any fabric. Shy Indian women often used long cholis that almost covered their bellies but princess Kira had other views, exhibiting as much skin as was possible, usually to please her husband. She was wearing the skimpiest cholis, often choosing the new bikini cholis that left nothing to the imagination. Her sarees were worn low, showing off her navel and a wide band of skin underneath. The other women of Kyrhan's harem as the group called itself had followed suit.
Naina and Ritu had been appalled when they had first seen the provocative garments but after their training course at Demeanor School, nothing could shock them any more. They were presently wearing their sarees in that way for the benefit of their boyfriends. If the taxi driver, the other travelers at Birmingham then at Heathrow airport and the custom officers there had enjoyed their sexy attire, they didn't care.
Tim's hand had now reached under Naina's saree hem, pushing aside her petticoat. She parted slightly her thighs as he was pushing up her clothes to give him more leeway. Following the rules of Demeanor school, she wasn't wearing any undies under her garment. Tim's fingers soon reached her unprotected twat. She gasped when he started to caress her there in the most pleasurable way. The shy girl who would have pushed him away had disappeared, replaced by an experienced girl who loved pleasure, whether she received or offered it. Now that she had decided not to take the count of the men who had had the chance of being serviced by her at Demeanor School, her inhibitions had fallen down. She still loved with all her heart her betrothed Tim but she now knew that he would never object if she found solace with another man as long as she did take all the requested safety measures.
Tim opened his fly and positioned himself between her legs. Naina lifted her legs, passed them around his hips and crossed her ankles in his back. Thus, she would be able to forbid him to dismount and force him to follow the rhythm she wanted. Tim loved a slow tempo and it suited her perfectly but from time to time, she wanted him to change gears and fuck her really hard. She would be able to announce him her needs without exchanging a word, a not so easy problem when both your tongues are engaged into a delicious combat.
Tim was now busy mauling her swollen breasts with both his hands, his cock already deeply embedded into her cunt and his tongue trying to reach as deep as possible into her mouth. They wouldn't have stopped now if a waitress had entered the cabin.
Tom and Ritu were equally engaged in similar activities a few seats away. The only difference was that Ritu was on her belly. She was turning desperately her neck to kiss her boyfriend and when their mouths weren't in close contact, she found the opportunity of emitting a symphony of gasps, moans and love talk that Tom seemed to enjoy a lot.
Tim and his twin brother especially enjoyed something they had been taught at Demeanor school. Since then they had exercised every day and they were becoming pro of it : control their cunt sphincter to massage their partner's cock. Gupta had told them it was named the nut cracker and that it was a common exercise in nineteenth century brothels. Girls in Hanoï could push a peeled banana into their cunts, slowly pull it out with their internal muscles and cut it into pieces with their sphincters. Eating the falling banana pieces straight from the girl's cunt was a major turn on for the customers and the slimy residue would be a perfect lubricant if some big cock intended to replace the banana.
Naina was still not strong enough to cut down a banana but she was already quite able to offer a glorious massage to Tim's cock and milk him delicately. Tim screamed as he emptied himself into her pussy. She should have been less efficient as minutes later, Tim was snoring on the bed. Naina disengaged carefully not to awaken him and went to another armchair. Ritu joined her soon.
- Tom is sound asleep, too?
- Yes, sis! I didn't think he was that tired! I didn't even climax! I'm frustrated!
