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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

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Chapter 20: Indian Giver

Bob Best was very careful for the next couple of weeks. Little Leena let him know that she was ready to come to his bed any time he wanted and Priscilla, although less forward about it, was similarly inviting. Lucinda gave no indication that anything had happened between them but her normal reticence became a virtual lack of acknowledgement of his existence.

Leena watched her teacher carefully. If he didn't want to risk having her, she understood and as long as he left her stepmother and Priscilla alone too, she accepted it. Ravi was subtly pestering her while making sure that none of his friends observed him and Madhuri was spending every moment she could with her blonde friend. Leena was flattered by the older girl's attention and respect but she was still determined to get even with Ravi through his sister.

Madhuri's naïve, fourteen-year-old mind was flooded with new and disturbing information. She'd quizzed her friend incessantly about what she'd seen her do to Ravi and her questions had led to answers that simply added to her confusion. Leena talked a lot about Mr. Best, too, and the things he could teach her. Her friend didn't define what these things were except that they were similar to what she'd done to Ravi. It was all very secret because other people would be jealous if they knew what Mr. Best taught and Leena said she doubted that the teacher would want to teach a foreign girl like Madhuri.

And then the church schedule handed Leena an opportunity for executing her vengeful design. Some might say that it wasn't fair to Madhuri because she hadn't offended Leena in any way but Leena was so angry at Ravi that the effect on her friend was secondary. And anyway, Madhuri was going to have to marry some old guy in India so she'd be better off if the marriage got cancelled.

It was not only the church schedule that pleased Leena. It was also her friend's menstrual schedule. Madhuri had just finished her period and, in Leena's mis-educated mind, that meant that she was at the most vulnerable point in her cycle. It wasn't like it had been in her own case when Mr. Best had made love to her at the mid-point of her cycle. Maybe then she'd really get revenge on Ravi.

The joint Retreat with the Middleville congregation was an annual affair. Everyone sixteen years and older attended except for those who had to remain behind to care for the younger children and the infirm. Leena was excluded because of her age but since Bob Best was only an occasional attendee at services, he was a natural caregiver. And nobody would suspect that a schoolteacher like he would take advantage of his position and have improper relations with a schoolgirl, especially one barely into her teens.

The new family in the congregation, Ravi's family, were also invited. Ravi didn't really want to go and suggested that he should stay home and care for his fourteen-year-old sister. For a day or so it looked like that would be the solution but then Leena suggested that Madhuri could stay with her and the schoolteacher, Mr. Best could look after both of them. Madhuri's parents agreed with alacrity, never dreaming of how their precious daughter would be taken care of.

"You gotta fuck her Mr. Best. You gotta!" It was Friday night and Madhuri was in Leena's bed but Leena was in Bob Best's bedroom. She was wearing only a shorty nightgown and she had her hand on her teacher's rock-hard tool. "I want you to do me too, but you gotta do her first. Willya ?"

Bob had been drinking all evening while he watched the two schoolgirls he was caring for. The younger one's firm, shapely body appealed to him but the dark girl's plump, busty softness also appealed, especially since he had not yet sampled her delightful charms. Her appeal was heightened by her timid deference to whatever he said or did.

"I'll get her ready for you, Mr. Best. Just wait and listen and when you hear me go to the bathroom, you go to my bedroom. I bet she'll letcha do whatever you want."

Madhuri was extremely naive, innocent to the core. Her parents were already faithful members of Reverend Wilson's church. The idea of what was right and what was wrong was preached into her system every Sunday, backed up by numerous Bible verses.

Leena had gone to sleep almost as soon as she got in bed beside the bigger, older girl. Then she'd snuggled closer, pushing her thigh between Madhuri's and causing both nighties to slide up so that they were naked belly to naked belly. Madhuri was getting a warm feeling in her belly like she had when she'd seen Leena playing with Ravi's private part and she began to slide her hand up under the other girl's nightie. She heard Leena groan something and she jerked her hand back down to her side, scared to death that she had awakened and knew what she was doing. Her heart was pounding so hard it thrummed in her ears. Leena groaned again, only this time Madhuri thought she heard formed words. It sounded like she had said, "feel me."

Leena was pretending to talk in her sleep so it came out, "fuuuuuume." She shifted in her feigned sleep to her stomach and let her arm flop over onto the older girl. Madhuri didn't move. Leena's arm was over her bare hip, her hand under the high-riding hem of her nightie. Seconds went by, long seconds. She silently begged her friend to accidentally touch her more and as if she heard her prayer, Leena moved her hand up under her nightie and directly over her breast, palm down. Madhuri's breathing stopped. And then it sped out of control. Her nipple was so sensitive she wanted to scream. Heat rushed up her body. The tingling that began where Leena's palm touched the point of her nipple shot out in all directions, darting about wildly until she almost couldn't bear it. She'd never felt anything like this before. She now knew why Ravi's expression had been so euphoric. She also knew that Leena knew she was awake but it was easier to pretend this was happening in their sleep.

Madhuri's innocent teenage morals had been thoroughly bathed in religious waters. She had warring thoughts of right and wrong swirling in her head. It felt so incredibly good to have her breast touched but it was wrong, wasn't it? This wasn't something "good" girls would do. She wasn't able to understand why her body was reacting this way to something that was supposedly wrong but it seemed to prove what Leena had said. What she'd done to Ravi had been wonderful for him and Madhuri wondered what Mr. Best did for Leena that was also so wonderful. More seconds crept by as the plump girl luxuriated in the warm feelings that radiated outward from her soft breasts which her friend was squeezing and then, without a word Leena was slipping out of bed and out of the bedroom.

At first the Indian girl imagined that her friend was going to the bathroom, but some minutes later when she hadn't returned she let panic conjure up all sorts of conclusions. She was in Mr. Best's room telling him what they'd been doing, wasn't she? Madhuri tossed about in the bed, sure Leena was telling on her

When the door finally creaked open and Mr. Best peeked in, Madhuri was sure her conclusion was correct. Leena had told on her. Guilt washed over her like a baptismal dunking. Mr. Best never turned on the light. He walked through the dark room slowly, deliberately, with eerie precision, and she watched him. There was nothing she could do. He stood over the bed looking at her and then he sat down on the edge. His weight made her body shift towards him. She couldn't help it. Her hip met his muscled thigh. She froze with the contact.

She tried to pretend sleep but it was no use, she was sure the gasp she had made when our bodies touched gave me away. "Where did Leena go," she asked, feigning a sleepy voice although she was as awake at that moment as she'd ever been in her whole life.

"She's asleep in my bed, Madhuri. She told me that you seemed lonely and afraid and she asked me to come in and comfort you."

The naïve Indian girl lay there tensely as the man's hand began to caress her hair in long strokes. "You're a very pretty girl, Maddy. A lovely girl. I'm so glad you're staying here with us."

Madhuri felt paralyzed. Nobody had ever called her Maddy before and it was a secret bond now with her schoolteacher. She remained quiet. She could feel, she could hear, she could see, but she couldn't react. The man never stopped speaking in his deep, gentle voice. It was a mantra of soft, quiet words dedicated to her beauty. She quit listening to the words and only heard the hymned rhythm as her eyes sluggishly shut.

When the man's hand moved from her hair, she hardly noticed. She was caught up in the hypnotizing hum of his voice. When his fingertips inched down her breast and snagged on her distended nipple, her eyes shot open in a fixed stare. And still he didn't quit. Over and over he told her how beautiful she was. Her hands were clenched in tight fists and her fingernails dug into her palms. A voice in her head shouted at her "this is wrong" but she remained immobile in stony silence.

Bob's big hand hefted her soft, heavy left breast and tenderly massaged it. He released it then and left only his palm to touch the very tip of her nipple. The fires of hell surged through her and she shuddered from it. And still he murmured on. "You have a perfect body, Maddy. You're made for love." He flattened his hand on her bulging stomach and let his middle finger dance around her belly button. It didn't tickle as much as enhanced the warmth that radiated out from her swollen breasts.

His fingertip pushed at her belly, moving lower to the hair-crowned mons. "So lovely, Maddy. So beautiful and lovely," his litanous song continued. He lightly stroked his fingers through her pubic hair that had recently started growing. His fingers inched right to the spot that was burning.

Madhuri's heart raced. She felt feverish. A slight buzzing vibrated in her ears. Her breathing was disjointed. She remained still. Scared. Excited. Anxious. Violated. But motionless.

Bob's hand flattened against the girl's privates and his middle finger again led the way. It jabbed at her tightness and tunneled its way inside. He dug until he hit that itchy spot. "You're so sweet, Maddy. So wet... so slippery... so ready," he crooned but in her innocence the fourteen year old girl didn't understand.

On and on went the man's words of how beautiful she was, how lovely, how good. She wanted to believe him. And on and on went his touching, soft, gentle and deliberately slow. Something was building inside of her. It was climbing, growing, becoming bigger and making her breathless. She wanted it to stop but she needed it to go on. She started to panic. She couldn't breathe. He continued to draw tiny circles. She tried to speak, she tried to tell him she couldn't breathe, that she was burning, that what he was doing was wrong, but all that came out was short puffs of air.

The feeling exploded over her with tiny bursts spiraling to her toes. The man's finger stopped, and pressed tightly against her. She felt little spasms fighting back at his finger, wave after wave that peaked, and then flittered out into her body, and finally died out. Her body went limp from exhaustion.

"You're so beautiful, Maddy. So wonderful," he whispered as he removed his hand and stood. The distraught girl watched him walk to the door, and then turn to her.

She was mortified. Flushed with shame. She had lain there, not moving, not complaining, and just letting him touch her. She knew how wrong it was for him to do that despite what Leena said and her friend's words didn't stop guilt from creeping over her like uncontained ivy. And then Mr. Best turned away from the door and returned to the bed.

"It's not right to leave you like this, Maddy. It's not right," and he sat down beside her, pushing the sheet down and uncovering her plump, busty body.Bob took a trembling breath, as he looked down at the naked, semi-conscious young woman on the bed. He had just finished giving her an orgasm, her first ever, with his hand. Now, as he sat beside the lovely youngster he took the opportunity to take a few deep, steadying breaths. His hand stroked her swollen labia, petting her like a small, vulnerable kitten. He fondled her large breasts with the other hand, marveling at their pliant fleshiness.

His cock strained upward seeking a way out from beneath his shorts. He stroked her body, slowly and Madhuri began to stir, softly moving on the bed until suddenly she gasped, coming fully awake. She looked up at Bob with wide frightened eyes, confusion mingled with wonder on her face. She pulled her arms up around her breasts to shield them and then tried to cover her sex all at the same time. She pulled her legs up and closed. Closing her eyes tight, a flow of tears began to trickle down her cheek.

Bob brushed the tears away with gentle fingers and stroked her hair. "It's all right Madhuri. You should never be ashamed of your body". He slipped a hand between her buttocks and dipped a finger into her drenched cunt from behind. She began to straighten her legs and draw away, but Bob held her firmly. Slowly drawing his thick finger in and out of her pussy, rolling and twirling it inside her wet tightness, he whispered, "oh Madhuri... feel the wetness from your sex? Feel the pulse of your heart, the rush of blood through your veins"? He continued his leisurely finger fucking, adding another finger. "Feel how your cunt muscles contract around my fingers? This is all good and natural. As natural as breathing. Doesn't this feel good, Maddy"?

Madhuri began to relax with the hypnotic, deep voice of her teacher. She felt his fingers deep inside her, her muscles pulsing around them all on their own. Mr. Best was her guide, her advisor, and the teacher of her school. She had always trusted him and trusted him still. She was afraid to open her eyes as his voice washed over her like a warm shower. Afraid that if she did, she would see her shame. But how could it be? If Mr. Best was doing this to her, how could it be wrong. Could it be wrong when it felt so good?

"Open your eyes, Maddy. Open your eyes and look at me" Bob commanded.

Madhuri took a shuddering breath; then she opened both eyes, years of obedience ingrained into her. Bob was looking at her, his eyes searching her face and traveling up and down her naked body. She shivered slightly, not from cold but from exposure. This time she did not try to cover her nudity. He once again began running his long thick finger up and down the entire length of her pussylips, circling lightly around her hardened erect clit.

"Mmmmmmm", she moaned.

"You're such a good girl, Maddy". He tilted her face up to his and kissed her. His tongue slid readily into her waiting mouth. This aroused him. She was so open to him, not fighting him at all. He kissed her deeply, breathing in her breath, stealing it from her, literally taking her breath away. When she was pliant in his arms once again, he stroked his hand up and down her belly. He circled around her breasts until reaching the peak and pinching her stiff nipples. He nudged his hand between her thighs, insistent to claim the prize that waited there.

Bob felt the lust building again inside himself. His cock jumped and strained, waiting restlessly to be unleashed.

The fourteen-year-old girl's silken wetness greeted his warm hand and he began to rub her clitoris. This time with the intention of getting her on the verge of a climax. Rubbing, stroking and pinching her clitoris, Madhuri was soon writhing on the bed like before. This time, she did not fight the rising heat of desire and gave in willingly. Her long, full thighs fell open, her submission causing Bob to swell with lust, pride and power. Taking advantage of her open legs, he pulled and stretched her labia, rubbed and stroked her clitoris, finger-fucked her hot wet cunt.

Manipulating the tender virgin flesh between her innocent thighs, he brought the innocent schoolgirl to the brink of cumming again and again. Madhuri moaned and begged with him without knowing what she was begging for. Her words and sounds were meaningless noises and whimpers but understandable just the same. When she was mindless with need, Bob rose to kneel over her on the bed... He quickly spread her legs and knelt down between her thighs. Before she could protest, he had his tongue on her swollen, throbbing clitoris, licking and sucking at it like a baby at his mother's tit. Her protests were bitten back before she could voice them as he inserted one finger, then two, into her tight young pussyhole.

Madhuri gasped, the teasing orgasm just out of reach as Bob expertly used her. Moaning and half-sobbing, she felt his hot tongue licking her, sending unimaginable waves of pleasure rippling through her body. Her hands found his head and she kneaded his hair like a kitten.

Bob was crazy with lust and finally allowed himself to act on it. Shedding shorts, he exposed his raging hard cock. The head was flaming red, a big mushroom shape. The shaft was thick and heavily veined terminating in heavy, cum-filled balls. It jumped and jerked with a life of its own. Not missing a beat, he continued to lick and suck Madhuri's clitoris. It was so swollen and red and sensitive that Bob knew this succulent woman child would orgasm soon.

Overcome, Bob said huskily, "Maddy, open your eyes". He stood up and let her see his powerful cock, jutting proudly from heavy balls amid curls of thick hair. Her eyes widened in alarm. Her teacher was so much bigger than her brother, Ravi. The terror in her eyes spurred him on. He quickly clamped a hand over her mouth and held her down. "Ah, Maddy, don't struggle now. This is still right and good". Warily he took his hand off her mouth and reached down to grasp his cock.

His cock transfixed her. She had never seen one before except for Ravi's when Leena had played with it and her teacher's was huge and red and so hard looking. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him begin to stroke his cock slowly. His big, warm hand on his cock aroused her. She remembered that same hand buried in her wetness, fingering her, stroking her. She was confused and scared but too aroused, too curious to prevent what happened next.

"Maddy, grab your knees and pull them up, open yourself to me", Bob said. He stroked his cock, which swelled even larger as she obeyed him. It took everything he had not to moan when he saw her legs lift and spread for him, separating her labia and exposing her throbbing clitoris to his view. This delightful girl was a perfect choice, he thought. Then all thinking left him as he single-mindedly began to rape her.

Madhuri watched as Bob leaned over, one arm by her side supporting his weight above her. He was between her legs now and she felt the first nudges of his cock against her hot cunt. He was so hot and hard... she felt drunk with the feeling of no control over what he might do to her next!

Bob wanted to ram his cock into the girl's virgin sex, for he was sure she was a virgin. He wanted to rip her hymen from her and claim her for himself to forever be the one who made this plum girl into a busty woman. But instead he began to rub the head of his cock up and down her slit, letting her get use to the feel. He rubbed the head of his cock in her juices and ran it up and over, back and forth across her clit. He watched through hazy desire as Madhuri pulled her legs wider. He placed the velvety mushroom head against her clitoris and rubbed her there until he could feel her throbbing, see her bucking hips straining for him. Then, placing a thumb on her clitoris, he placed the tip of his cock right outside her inviting slit.

Madhuri gasped, realizing what would happen, what had to happen. This whole night had been building up to this very moment slowly and she knew that she did not have the power, or desire to stop it. She almost stopped breathing, waiting.

Bob was sweating from the effort to keep from violating her savagely, and slowly eased the head of his cock into her pussy. He watched the head push her labia in and pull them out until the head was all the way inside of her smoldering, silken hole. He felt a rush as his cock bumped against the useless barrier blocking his entry. He began to work her clit with his thumb, the smooth silk of her wet sex, the virginal tightness of her vagina slowly breaking down his composure and patience. He steadily pushed against her hymen, at the same time fingering, rubbing, and pinching her clitoris until she was moaning loudly. All of a sudden she went rigid and then began bucking wildly. He gave a shout of triumph as he rammed his cock all the way into her tight tunnel, sheathing his entire cock in her hot pussy, ripping past her hymen like it was so much cotton candy.

Madhuri screamed in pain as her hymen ripped, but the crashing of her orgasm dulled the pain almost immediately. She could not stop the convulsive buck of her body or the spasming of her muscles as they sucked and gripped Bob's huge thick cock. Whimpering and moaning, she gripped his arms as he moved within her. Her vagina was sore and violated, but the beginnings of a deeper, scarier feeling began to emerge.

Bob grunted, shoving his cock deep into Madhuri's tightness, holding it there just savouring her velvet heat surrounding him. Her pussy was almost viselike, the grip on his cock almost painful. He began to rotate his hips, his cock mirroring his movements deep inside her. Feeling her body tense and her muscle's milking him, he knew that she was approaching another orgasm. Confident, he let loose finally.

With her legs wrapped around him and her fingers digging into his arms, he hunched over her and began to piston into her; the coming release so desperate that he no longer cared about her feelings. He fucked her hard and slow and hard and fast. Pounding and pounding his thick cock into her tight wet pussy. Gripping her hips tightly, leaving bruises he lifted her to meet his thrusts. Ramming her cunt - in and out he finally got to have her-totally and completely... she was now his.

Madhuri flopped like a rag doll impaled on his cock, but her clitoris was so tender, her vagina so stuffed that she could feel the climax building. It started slowly and then built more and more until she was screaming from the pleasure and need for release. Oh, God... how could this feel sooooo good? He continued his deep thrusts for what seemed at times for hours and then-only seconds.

With a few more savage thrusts Bob let loose and filled Madhuri with his sperm. His cock thrusting and jerking itself inside her; he could feel the hot sperm pulsing out of his thick cock in thick urgent wads.

Madhuri felt Bob's cock jerking hard inside her and then felt the hot splash of his sperm. This sent her soaring and she moaned and screamed as her body danced on his cock, climaxing with him.

Bob pulled out of her and rubbed the head of his glistening cock on her labia and clitoris, wiping himself off on her. With the rage of desire satiated for the moment, he was able to concentrate on her again. He pulled himself together and sat down, pulling her onto his lap. Holding her trembling body, he caressed her face and stroked her hair. He noticed that she was once again crying but let her cry this time. It was appropriate. She had given herself to him. She would be his now. His tongue licked her salty neck, tasting her spent desire. She was soon limp in his arms as she slept. He laid her on the couch and covered her with a blanket.

Unnoticed by either of them, Leena had entered the room and was seated on the floor. They had not seen the flash when the pictures were taken, the photos that Leena would use to torment the girl's brother. But the sight of Madhuri's obvious ecstasy had been too much and the other girl had masturbated furiously to her own climax while Mr. Best completed his initiation of the Indian girl; Madhuri's choot was no longer kori , Leena mused with satisfaction as the teacher dismounted from the girl's limply twitching frame. She'd show Ravi who was a slut.