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Twisted Teen Tales – Chapter 58
Twin Teen Teasers – Indian Style (part 25)
The insistent ringing of the phone finally woke a still tired Tara from her slumber. She was not yet fully aware of her surroundings, but realized that Sanjiv was currently with Harsha in the other bed. They were either too busy having more sex or fast asleep, she wasn’t sure from where she was. Finally she reached over and picked up the phone to discover that principal Nailer was on the other end. He informed her that the teens had stayed over last night at his place, and were very excited about seeing their parents. Tara was too dazed to wonder why her girls were staying with the school’s principal, but at least she knew where they were. Nailer offered to pick up the Krishnas and their teenage companion and transport them to his place for their rendezvous with the twins. Roughly two hours later the trio entered the principal’s home to be greeted by their two mischievous twins wearing wet bikini bathing suits that left little to the imagination. The weather was unseasonably warm and they had taken full advantage of the situation. Sanjiv was happy just to see and hug the wet bodies of his twins, who took full advantage of the event to get his clothing quite wet and reveal a growing erection that they were delighted to see forming. Tara was scandalized while Harsha just stood by herself to witness this erotic family reunion.
Almost on cue, Nailer’s former live-in lover, now the Arnold Palmer girls’ physical education teacher made her appearance and stopped traffic. Except for a black thong that was nearly swallowed between her thick cunt lips, she was naked with a capital N. She had trimmed down significantly since her days with Niles Nailer when most of the exercise she got was bouncing up and down on his big cock by the hour. The principal’s self control drove her crazy. She’d be exhausted and still that big tool was as hard as when it popped from her mouth perhaps an hour and a half ago. That meant she’d have to bend over, spread her cheeks and take almost the entire length of that rigid shaft for perhaps half an hour before he’d finally blow his load deep into her lower intestine. At first it was so humiliating that she’d flee from the room to hide and lick her wounds, which were mental more than physical. In time she began to appreciate his power and stamina, even though she was leaning strongly toward the lesbian side of things. These days there was a truce and even some affection between the former master and his slave.
Last night when a devastated Sarita and a well-worn Sundari had finally come home to roost at the Nailer place, they had taken the groove strap and cane from both Nailer and Renate. They had returned many hours after the agreed upon time and so they suffered the consequences. Following a hot shower and plenty of ointment liberally applied to cunts and bottoms, the twins were ready to turn in for a good night’s sleep. Unfortunately the sleeping arrangements had Sarita bedding down with an eager principal, while Sundari was matched with a partner who was definitely lesbian and determined to teach this exotic foreign visitor a few advanced tricks. The beds creaked for hours and more than once the twins met in the bathroom to repair the damage that their tight bodies had endured.
Niles Nailer suggested that food, Indian food, was in order. How he managed to pull off this small miracle was a trade secret that he kept to himself. The twins wasted no time reacquainting themselves to their native fare. Their parents and Harsha tried to be more reserved, but the sight and aroma plus the fact that they hadn’t eaten a decent meal in more than three days won them over. The adults wasted no time demolishing the bill of fare presented to them by the school principal. The twins put their heads together and shortly thereafter they escorted Harsha into the main house to see if another bathing suit could be found for her.
The conversation that was taking place at the table was silenced by the arrival of Harsha, her fabulous body accented by the two tiny pieces of cloth that revealed more than they hid. Nailer let out a whistle that made the twins laugh, but didn’t register to his other Indian guests. Tara grinned at the sight of her husband’s cock growing once more and poking against the wet material of his trousers. Speaking in their native tongue she chided him for his lack of self-control. Sanjiv was not one to take instructions, insults or challenges from those who were female, even those from his wife. He stood up and towered over Tara, who realized that she had pressed one of his buttons in public. She wondered what her punishment would be and secretly hoped it involved a sound spanking or even perhaps a touch of the cane before being taken to the bed and raped until she was sore and ready to perform any nasty thought that was harbored in his male reptilian brain. It was those nasty thoughts that always made her come back to her husband; no other lover could be so male and dominant, and many had tried over the years.
Tara was caught unawares when her husband ordered her to strip naked and do exactly what he said or once they returned to their lodgings he’d take the skin off her bottom with his heaviest cane and then sodomize her until she bled. She remembered the look on the airport clerk’s face when she opened one of his suitcases to discover his cane and whip collection. Sanjiv added to her distress by casually mentioning that where he came from women were handled roughly when they deserved it, and these were the implements he used whenever his wife or teen-aged children deserved his wrath. As she complied, Renate and principal Nailer watched, speechless at what they were about to witness. The twins ignored this contest of the wills, having experienced this battle more than once when the family was together back in India. They instead were busily examining Harsha’s nearly bare body and becoming quite excited at the way she responded to their poking and prodding. Nailer’s head began to swivel back and forth from Tara and Harsha as they obeyed Sanjiv and the twins.
Tara had quite a body for her age and having delivered twins. Long ago she lost count of how many lovers she had enjoyed besides her husband, but it was considerable. During her brief estrangement from him, she was taken by literally dozens of men. She was so popular that on some days she awoke to find last night’s lover still sleeping beside her, then shortly after his departure, a second lover arrived in hopes of convincing her to become his mistress. No sooner had she dismissed him, her cunt filled with his sperm from a number of couplings that long afternoon, it was time for a shower and dressing. Her third partner often took her to a sex club to show her off to his friends. After hours of constant sex with men and women of all ages, someone would take her to their home for even more sex with his family members.
When Sanjiv finally capitulated, she was only too happy to allow him to return to their bed. For a number of weeks afterward she became a one-man woman. But there were signs that her faithful husband had regressed to the wild man she loved and married. So she accommodated herself to his new loves, often becoming the third person in a tryst. Not completely satisfied, she began to cheat on Sanjiv, who seemed to be delighted at her mature behavior.
Now Tara found herself stark naked in front of strangers, on her knees with her hands behind her back. Her husband’s big cock was only inches from her face and she could see from the expression on his face that it would be a lengthy punishment that would certainly not end when they left to return to their current accommodations. To make matters worse Sanjiv had invited principal Nailer to get seated and watch what happens to women from India who forget to remember their place. Not only did his host accept this offer, he ordered Renate to retrieve the handcuffs from his bedroom. Tara hadn’t been this humiliated for many years. At least her darling twins had taken Harsha away from this humbling display. Seconds later her husband grasped her hair and pulled her face against his twitching cock. She dutifully parted her lips and began accepting the hard length of male anger that began filling her mouth and soon was poking against the back of her throat.
By the time the handcuffs were put on Tara, her lower face was soaked with saliva and the big tool was making her gag almost continuously. Watching Tara suck her husband’s dick had gotten to Niles Nailer and so Renate joined in the fun. She was smart enough to get a pad on which to knell while she gave her former master a very professional blowjob that had him panting like a dog after only a few minutes. Things were going swimmingly until Tara began to vomit, splattering Sanjiv, with some residual damage to Renate and Nailer. What happened next was astonishing. While the principal and Renate watched open-mouthed, the infuriated Sanjiv cuffed his sobbing wife across the ears, calling her all sorts of names in his native tongue.
Still cuffing her with one hand he forced her down to begin licking up the vomit she had splattered over the concrete. He leaned over and punched her in the side only inches from her hanging tit. She listed like a ship in high waves and for her trouble he kicked her in the ass to add to her misery. Only when the last trace of her vomit had been properly disposed, did he cease his beating. By then Renate had disappeared to find a robe for Sanjiv to wear since his clothing had taken most of his wife’s vomit. When she returned Renate couldn’t help but notice that the Indian visitor had a substantial erection.
Before he donned the robe he dragged his sobbing wife over to the edge of the pool and threw her into the water so she landed face first. Like many Indian women she could not swim and quickly panicked, swallowing water that only disoriented her even more. Tara went under and then rose to the surface for a few brief moments before heading for the bottom of the pool once more. Meanwhile Sanjiv was wiping the vomit from his person, oblivious to his wife’s distress. When Renate made an attempt to rescue Tara she was stopped by Nailer, who was heartily enjoying Tara’s struggles.
The third time Tara popped to the surface, her face nearly blue, Sanjiv grabbed her hair and deliberately pushed her under once again and kept her there until she ceased struggling. Even Nailer began to start worrying about whether or not he was doing the right thing and avoiding getting into the middle of a husband and wife spat. It was Renate who finally brought him to his senses by diving into the pool and wresting Tara away from her husband’s grip. The woman was unconscious, cold and not breathing when Renate brought her out of the pool and started CPR.
Sanjiv paid little attention to what was transpiring. He apologized for his wife’s behavior and assured the principal that she was in for a beating she’d long remember once he got her back to the suite they occupied. When principal Nailer offered his rec room and the toys it contained, Sanjiv was tempted but declined. However when Nailer offered to keep the twins and Harsha while he was disciplining his wife, Sanjiv smiled and accepted, knowing full well that this lecher had plans for the three of them. His opinion of principal Nailer rose considerably when the man volunteered a duffel bag sufficiently large to contain a dazed Tara, still handcuffed and soon gagged as well. To add to her discomfort he produced a leather hood that fit Tara’s wet head with little room to spare. This was one man who impressed his guest. The two of them would have many enjoyable times disciplining his twins as well as Harsha, Tara, Pamela Mallory, and his new manager’s troublesome daughter.
On the way back, Tara had vomited a number of times, just adding to her husband’s fury. Nailer was less than thrilled and eagerly accepted Sanjiv’s offer to assist in disciplining Tara further. First they gave her a cold shower that turned her lips blue and made her nipples stiff as stone. Nailer sat on the edge of the tub and guided Tara as she sucked his cock and tried to swallow his balls. Sanjiv was behind his wife who was bent forward to service the principal. He was pounding away inside her tight asshole, his big hands keeping her hips from moving too much as he ass raped his wife.
They dragged a gagged Tara from the bathroom to the main room of the suite and tied her in spread-eagle fashion to the big bed. Sanjiv offered his wife’s pussy to the school principal when he wasn’t whipping her soundly back and front, and he eagerly accepted. As Nailer watched and stroked his flaccid cock, Sanjiv started his wife off with the groove strap, something he had used quite often earlier on the twins when they started to get fractious. He laid a dozen blows on the opening to his wife’s pussy, landing each on top of the others. While he rested from his labor he smiled at the principal and observed that his wife’s cunt entrance would be super-tight by the time he got around to fucking it. All Nailer could do was grin and continue stroking his nearly erect prong. Sanjiv added another twenty before he was satisfied. Tara was sobbing nonstop, but the gag kept her quiet.
Fucking Tara initially proved to be a difficult task, but once the principal split those swollen cunt lips, his cock had little problem as long as he didn’t pull out. It was obvious by the look on her face and the tears, that Tara definitely wasn’t enjoying his effort. This irritated him, but he decided it would be more fun to take it out on her brats and the other hot body if she was as sexy as she looked. He hung around long enough to help Sanjiv flip his wife onto her belly so he could use the cane on her ass and other areas of interest. Nailer was heading for the door when the first whoosh of the cane made him turn around to see the damage, and it was impressive. There was a welt growing like some kind of a mushroom across both her rounded cheeks. Her entire body was stiff as it absorbed the terrible pain of that first blow. He heard the second blow as he was opening the door. He didn’t look back this time; enough was enough.
Upon returning to his place he discovered that the twins had indeed taken over. First he located Renate and Sundari locked in a sixty-nine out by the pool. They were on their sides, face to cunt, and it was apparent from the large stain on each side that they had been at it for some time. He was tempted to kick them in the ribs, but instead he headed inside to see where the other two troublemakers were located. Naturally the pair was staining the sheets in the room he had assigned to the twins, even though they rarely used it. In this case they were face-to-face, exchanging tongues as they fondled each other’s bodies. Harsha didn’t seem to be troubled by the welts, cuts and bruises that decorated her sex partner. At this time Harsha was squeezing Sarita’s firm tits and strumming the nipples, while her partner was reciprocating by finger-fucking her. Nailer began to regret doing Tara, since he was long past the time where he could go all afternoon or evening with the right sex partner.
Nailer wasted no time introducing himself to Harsha and letting her know that she would soon be under his thumb at Arnold Palmer High. He pointed toward Sarita and had the twin display her most recent welts and cuts, compliments of the teachers that worked under him.
“This troublemaking slut is one of our greatest problems. No amount of serious punishment seems to tame this little animal, and we have tried every form of discipline that we are allowed to use in this twin teaser’s case. Her sister is almost as bad, but at least she doesn’t cause too much trouble in the class. Still we keep her tightly bound and gagged in her classes as well. I am aware that at least two members of the teaching staff have been trying hard to subdue her to the point that she might be able to wear clothing and be kept in minimum bondage during her classes.”
Pointing toward Sarita he shook his head and warned Harsha that the quickest way to get on his private punishment list would be to remain in the company of this ingrate. Hopefully the arrival of her parents might add discipline to her home life and translate to improved behavior in class. He sighed for effect, secretly hoping that her parents would be the type to let her run wild. In fact he was already planning to seduce Tara Krishna to be his part time mistress, with her husband’s permission of course. He started to imagine what was going on in the hotel even as he began working on seducing Harsha. It would be quite some time before Tara made an appearance outside the house based on the terrible beating she was probably still receiving. Who knows? Perhaps he might convince Sanjiv to let him have Tara for some intensive education and discipline so that she would become a dutiful wife, able to interact with those important to her husband’s career. Could Sanjiv had read his mind, the Indian stud would have laughed at Nailer’s thoughts on the subject of taming his wife. She was already trained and what he demonstrated to the principal at his home was just an example of the power he held over his sexy wife.
(To be continued – rolf palsy)
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