Kate and Julia: Abducted in India by Lindsey Brooks Page B

maleness had reawakened those same sensations she had spent so much of her time ruthlessly subduing.
    Jahngir gave another sigh, and Julia opened her eyes a crack only for them to spring wide of their own volition at the sight they beheld.
    The girl called Afia had her head resting on the man’s stomach, his hand holding her long black hair out of the way while her mouth moved slowly up and down on the hard flesh of his thick shaft. She was…! Julia felt a warm glow in her sex even as she refused to believe what she was seeing.
    Was Afia sucking on the penis? The English girl clapped a wet hand over her eyes. This could not be happening. Surely she would wake soon and find she was safely in her hotel room in Peshawar.
    “Now you, Reshmina,” she heard Jahngir say. “Suck my cock.”
    It was true, Julia thought, and was stunned by the quiver that suddenly ran through her sex. The girls really were sucking his – what had he called it? His cock? She parted the fingers covering her right eye and watched as Afia removed the cock from her mouth and angled it towards the other girl’s. Before she took it between her lips, Reshmina wriggled her tongue over its fat, pink head. And did it not seem a much brighter shade than it had been, Julia thought with her belly flipping, and even bigger than she remembered it? She must look away, she told herself, but her gaze seemed trapped. Like a rabbit transfixed by a car’s headlights she continued to stare at the disaster fast approaching her.
    Only one clear thought penetrated the confusion filling Julia’s head: the Pathan had spoken English to the girls. She had the disquieting feeling that he had deliberately done it to be sure she would be in no doubt about what was happening. Julia turned the eye squinting between her fingers from Reshmina’s bobbing head to Jahngir’s face. He was smiling. And he was looking directly at her!
    She retreated from his bright gaze and crouched on the step at her end of the bath. Drawing her knees up and wrapping her arms around them with the water covering her to her chin, Julia stared fixedly into the depths of the pool. She felt deeply ashamed. Her nipples were hard cones pressing into the fronts of her thighs and she could feel her pussy glowing and quivering with indecent arousal. Her fingers slid involuntarily down her skin and almost reached her sex before her self-disgust drew them back.
    Whatever was she thinking? That was the problem, she answered herself. She was not thinking, merely feeling, and that would never do.
    How on earth had she let herself get into this awful state over the vulgar behaviour of these uncivilised natives?
    Julia shivered and tried not to listen to the moist, slurping noises the girls’ mouths made as they took turns to lick and suck Jahngir’s cock and the soft grunts and sighs he was making in response. It was disgraceful, she thought. They had no right to demean her by making her witness such an exhibition of licentiousness. She looked up as Jahngir suddenly gave a long, gasping moan, arching his back to thrust his hips upwards with his head back and mouth wide. Reshmina had her lips clamped firmly over his shaft, drawing on it until her cheeks hollowed from the suction.
    Breathless, the English girl watched the girl’s throat bob once and then again before her head lifted and she turned the glistening cock in Afia’s direction. To Julia’s utter amazement the native girl lapped the thick pearl of semen at its tip onto her tongue, swallowed, then began to thoroughly lick the saliva-covered cock before once more engulfing it with her mouth. Oh heaven, they were starting all over again!
    Jahngir Khan rising to his feet and wading back into the pool spared Julia from the humiliation of a repeat performance. He ducked beneath the water and resurfaced with an alarming splash right in front of her. Heedless of his half-hard penis jutting in front of him, he reached out a hand.
    “Come along. It’s time we