Dreams and Desires (48 page)

The girls were kind and solicitous towards her, especially Felicity and Melissa, kissing her and giving her warm caresses whenever they had the opportunity. They stayed mostly in the lab though, except when they received their daily doses of Ramón's essence at the beginning and end of each day. On Thursday night, they had come over to mind her again while Adele and Ramón went out. This time, they were allowed to free her from her disconcerting mounting to the pipe in the hallway with the understanding she should remain otherwise bound at all times. They took her to the bedroom and affixed her wrists to the headboard of the bed, alternating between making love to each other and to her. Their sexual activities had become more daring and they each took a turn mouthing her to pleasure while the other kissed her and caressed her breasts. When Ramón returned, Kelly saw that Adele had taken him on another shopping spree and that he was wearing a rather sharp off the rack suit, a dress shirt and a colorful silk tie. After he undressed, the girls lay on either side of her while he plowed her burning furrow and then, to the captive woman's shame, raised her knees to her chest and spilled himself in her rear while she moaned and shuddered with pleasure. Felicity had begged him to take them that way too and, as Adele was escorting Kelly to her bath, she saw the blond girl lubricating Melissa's back passage. The tiny, brown haired girl knelt on the bed, her breasts crushed on her knees, an unsure and apprehensive look on her face as she turned to watch what was going on behind her.

On Saturday, the girls came around again while Adele took the dream man out for driving lessons. They came back around four o'clock and Adele announced to Kelly that they were having a little party for Chandra that evening. Melissa and Felicity seemed to already know about it and they helped Adele prepare some dishes and appetizers in the kitchen.

It was just after 7 P.M. when Chandra's mother dropped her off. Kelly was just emerging dazed and sated from her daily solo session with her vibrator and the follow-up love making with her dream man. The house immediately took on an aspect of gaiety, with all the females kissing and hugging the young Indian girl. She was dressed as she was when she came to work, a plain, colored top and a long, heavy skirt. But she looked to Kelly happier than she had seen her all week. Twice, she had come into Kelly's office while Adele was there and cried while the blond woman held her in her lap, caressing her and whispering consolingly in her ear.

Kelly was way past any concern for her appearance, and she knelt peacefully, naked and bound by the table, while the other women and Ramón happily ate the dinner Adele, Felicity and Melissa had prepared. Everyone except Kelly had dressed for dinner, an unusual circumstance since most of the time everyone went around the house naked. The solicitous women took turns feeding Kelly with a little bite of this or that, caressing and kissing her when she took it in her mouth. Chandra seemed shy and reserved, nervous about something.

After the main course had been completed, Melissa and Felicity, giggling like school girls, escorted Chandra in to the bedroom. Kelly knelt, gratefully receiving her lord's discharge while Adele cleaned up. Through her sex induced fog, Kelly could hear the girls running out of the bedroom and into the bathroom and back again. She was resting on her knees, her head in her captor's lap, receiving blissful strokes of his hand on her hair when the three girls finally emerged together. The two white girls were dressed in short, lacy, white negligees. Each of them had in their possession one of Chandra's hands and they were leading her into the kitchen. When Kelly looked up and saw her she was amazed. The girls had worked a marvelous transformation of the Indian girl. She was wearing a dark red, lacey babydoll held up by straps which ascended her chest from her breasts and tied off behind her graceful, bare neck. The hem came down about one third of the way down her thighs. The lacework mingled with the sheer, dark red background, giving a hint of the bare, brown flesh beneath. The hem and neckline were bordered by black satin with a small black bow tied off in the deep ‘v’ of the bodice. Her graceful thighs were encased in sheer, red, self supporting stockings that had a four inch wide band of lace at the tops. Her thick, jet black hair had been loosened from her seemingly permanent braid and was flowing all around her body, down to just above her round, pronounced hips. The girls had painted her fingernails and plump lips bright red and had accentuated her dark, sultry eyes.

The Indian girl was smiling nervously as she followed the lead of her two white friends. Her feet were adorned with bright red, high heels and Chandra's gait was a little unsure as she balanced herself as she walked. They brought her right up to Ramón and presented her long, delicate hands to him. He turned his chair to face her and took them in his. Kelly sensed the surge of lust and comfort the dream man sent to the young, dark skinned woman who shuddered as she received it, leaning over and presenting her parted lips to him.

Ramón had known, of course, that the young Indian girl was to be presented to him tonight for deflowerment. But he did not expect her to be presented so alluringly. The girls had adorned her with perfume and a musky, flowered scent emanated from her body. He received the offer of her lips and he felt his lust grow as their tongues intertwined. He could sense her apprehension but also her pride in her impending womanhood. When their lips parted, she eagerly drew him from his chair.

"Isn't she pretty?” Felicity asked Adele, happy and proud of her and her friend's accomplishment.

"She's as pretty as any girl I've ever seen,” Adele answered her wistfully.

Kelly just stared at the apparition. Chandra had undergone a transformation. Gone was the awkward, prim youth she had hired almost a year ago. Instead, Chandra had the appearance of a sultry Rani, an Indian princess. She felt the lust emanating from her dream man and felt a surge of her own. What was the strange man doing, she thought. Was he creating some kind of harem for himself? But she knew his purposes went far beyond the sexual enthrallment of beautiful women. Somehow, he fed off of their lusts, drew power from them. She was concerned for the young woman, who had seemed to her, until now, childlike. She had a moment's tug of jealousy. He was her dream man, after all. But watching the girl's happy face as Ramón caressed her cheek, Kelly could not gainsay the girl's eminent happiness, her eagerness for union with the dream man, could not begrudge her her opportunity for ecstasy with him.

Ramón took the young girl by the hand and led her into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. The room was lit by two large, flickering candles on each side of the bed, creating a dream like atmosphere. The girls had turned down the bed and strewn it with rose petals. The excited girl tossed off her shoes and climbed onto it eagerly. She knelt there, her legs folded under her, her delicate hands poised on her thighs, watching lustfully as he drew off his clothes. Her chest was heaving slowly with her growing passion, her firm breasts trembling beneath the exotic garment. Her eyes were wide with expectancy and her red glossed lips were wet and parted.

"What passions these creatures have,” Ramón thought approvingly as he climbed on the bed. “And what depth of emotion and feeling.” He could sense the girl's adoration of him, a mindset that had grown of its own accord from the seed he had planted. She saw in him the redemption of her years of pining for beauty, love and acceptance. Her belief in his goodness was unquestioning. And he saw what a special moment this was for the girl. These humans invested so much in the performance of the sexual act. It was odd they shrouded it with so much mystery, and yet it permeated their thoughts all throughout the day. He hadn't compelled the other women to frenetic sexual activity, he had merely released the gates that bound in their libidos and strengthened their affection for each other. They had done the rest.

Kneeling in front of her, Ramón took the girl's head in his hands and encouraged her lusts while he kissed her again. Her lithe arms circled around him, drawing him to her. Her firm breasts were squeezed against his chest. He felt his cock, grown to hardness, pressing against her belly. He took his hands and untied the straps of the negligee from behind the girl's neck and pulled the bodice down, revealing her round, dark brown orbs. Her nipples were succulently long and fat and were surrounded by the wide, flat circles of her areolas. He placed his hands on her virgin breasts and caressed them lovingly. He knew this introduction into the world of adult passion was a special moment for the girl and he intended to give her all the affection and warmth he could. It was an appropriate exchange for the gift the girl was making of herself to him.

Chandra moaned with pleasure when he put his lips to her teats, sucking on them softly, running his tongue over and around them. He eased her to her back and drew the lacey, red garment over her hips, down her thighs and off of her legs. She was wearing a pair of dainty, matching panties consisting of a triangle of red silk held around her waist by a gossamer thin band of ribbon. He kissed her belly, letting his tongue wash her skin, absorbing her salty taste, the smoothness and firmness of her young body. When he pulled the panties from her loins, the impassioned girl lifted her hips and knees, facilitating the exposure of her secret place to his pleasures.

The young girl's eyes were soft and wet with tears of happiness when Ramón took his place between her opened thighs. He had stroked her sex to fullness, teasing the sensitive lips, tenderly massaging the bud of pleasure above them until her pussy opened like a blossoming flower. She was ready for him, eager for his possession of her. She sighed when he presented his stiff cock to her lush gates, probing the interior with its bulbous head. He entered her slowly while she moaned with bliss, her thighs pressing against his, her arms draped around his back.

The dream man could easily have spared the girl the pain puncturing her hymen would bring. But he sensed the tearing of the membrane and the brief spasm of pain it brought was like a rite of passage for the girl he did not wish to deny her. When he felt his cock push against it, he pressed his lips down upon hers, intertwining their feverish tongues, stoking the girl's lusts. He gave a strong thrust with his hips. The thin barrier held for a single, timeless moment and then he was through. Chandra moaned with pain, her hands and arms squeezing him tightly, her hips retreating, her thighs shuddering. “Ohhhhhhh!” she moaned softly. He was deep within her and he broke their kiss, pausing to let the girl recover from her pain. Looking into the beauty of her strained face, he emitted a surge of radiance, rewarding her for her bravery, granting her a vision of the lustful pleasures that awaited her.

The girl lay still for a moment. He felt her absorbing his energies, reveling in her fullness. Her eyes had been clamped shut as he penetrated her. They opened now, full of wonderment at the feel of his thick cock within her and of pride at her accomplishment. Tears started to flow from her dark, alluring eyes as she stared back at him. “Oh, Ramón,” she moaned. “I love you so much."

Sensing the girl was ready, the dream man began a long, slow, luxurious stroke within her. “Ohhhhhhh!” she moaned again, this time not with pain, but with pleasure. “Oh, god!” she called out. “That feels so good! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!"

Ramón slowly but surely increased the rhythm of his strokes within her tight, hot canal. The girl's body responded lustfully, meeting his thrusts with her hips, clenching his body onto hers. When she came, she cried out loudly, calling his name and her love for him. He waited until she came again, scratching his back with her fingernails, biting into his neck, wrapping her legs around his thighs, before discharging his essence into her, flooding her chamber with his enrapturing fluids.

They made love for about an hour, resting deliciously between bouts. She took his manhood between her lips, gratefully and lovingly drawing out his essence, her long, jet black hair arrayed around her body like a fabulous, beautifying mantilla. He supped between her thighs, bringing her to a new height in ecstasy.

The girls had brought Kelly into the living room. All of the women were overcome with lust at the thought of the dream man fucking the happy Indian girl in the next room. They had all cast off their clothes. Adele sat back in one of the easy chairs, her pale thighs ajar, while Melissa knelt between them, stroking and pleasuring her agitated pussy with her tongue and lips while massaging her own sex to climax. Felicity had stretched Kelly out on the floor and brought her off twice with her hand before falling to her back and guiding her goddess's head to her sex. Kelly, her hands bound behind her, her auburn hair spread out over the girl's belly and thighs, eagerly drank at the girl's lush gash.

When Chandra emerged from the bedroom, her face aglow with pride and satisfaction, the other women were lolling in each other's arms, blissfully enjoying the warmth of each other's flesh. Melissa and Felicity jumped up to kiss and hug her, squealing their delight at their friend's happiness. The slender, naked Indian girl, the pale red traces of her deflowerment dried on her thighs, went over to Adele, who was still sitting in her chair, and threw her arms around her, hugging her tightly.

"Oh Ms. Somers, it was wonderful! I love him so much! I love all of you!” she cried.

"We all love you too, Chandra,” Adele returned sweetly, stroking her long, dark colored back with her pale, white hand.

Chandra kissed her passionately while Felicity and Melissa stood by smiling and holding hands. Seeing the newly made woman triggered Kelly's lust for her dream man. She had risen to a sitting position, her hands still bound behind her. Felicity had dutifully regagged her when she had finished worshiping her pussy and she bit down on it unconsciously, seeking reassurance.

When the Indian girl broke her kiss with Adele, she turned to Kelly. She knelt down in front of her and hugged her too. “Dr. Jameson, you're so wonderful!” she told her tearfully. “Without you, none of this would ever have happened! I want to take care of you!"