Village girl Amala (50th episode)

[Muthiah Sivaraman]

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Payal

[Muthiah Sivaraman]

Payal

[Karmayogee]

Sizziling

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Kamala

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new story started , please read it

Rich hot haughty women trapped by old cunning care taker

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hot story

[Vasanthan]

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[Chandan]

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Kamala

[Urupudathavan]

Zuper

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City Amala  -- Village Amala

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-36-

After admitting the kids to IIT Delhi, both Ashok and Kamala go back to their native places.

Kamala lives in a nearby town to Ashok.

They got busy with their routine work for few days and one day Ashok went to town for some business work and wanted to Kamala. He called her and asked if she is free. Kamala said come uncle , we haven’t met after our Delhi trip

Ashok reached Kamala’s home. She is alone. After some chitchat about their lives and about Amala, Kishore he wanted to leave.  But Kamala stopped him

"Uncle, you promised me in Delhi that you will see my palm, and tell me about it. You are a great palmist"

"Ohhh! yes...forgot about it.. come near me," he called her. He took her palm, and placed it on his lap, and started studying the lines. He told her some facts of her past. Then he said, "Kamala, your marriage line is fine, but with some problems, but your child line speaks that you will have a kid within a year." "It is not true," she said, and the big tears rolled down her cheeks as she said it

Ashok looked at her in surprise as tears had gathered in her eyes, and a flood of tears gushed down her cheeks. Then she started saying, "I was in my eighteen when my parents fixed my marriage with a medical representative. As you know in small rural areas like ours, the parents in law, the relatives and everybody expect a baby from a newly married couple immediately. Each passing month, my husband and I looked for signs indicating that in ten months' time we would be parents. Little did we realize that our path to parenthood would be significantly longer, indefinite with uncertainty. But it is a road that we traveled together for the last 6 years, growing closer and giving each other moral support. Maybe it was a premonition of difficult times ahead, but more likely it was just a natural step for me, which motivated me to consult with a gynecologist two years before. Medical Test was conducted on me and my husband.

From the reports/Tests, it was revealed that due to Male infertility on the part of my husband, I cannot conceive a baby ever in my life. Since I love my husband very much, and don't want to hurt him, I tore the Reports, and told him that the fault was from my end. My in-laws in turn blamed me for being childless . It was easier for us to cope on our own without having to cope with their disappointment. Our friends were supportive, even though they could not fully understand what we were going through. But my husband was such a nice man throughout the years that he has supported me by giving his maximum love to me, and neither of us ever thought of divorcing each other. The Relatives, neighbors, and colleagues on the whole were generally sensitive. The challenge is answering innocent questions posed by strangers such as, "How many children do you have?" I felt worse for the person asking than for myself. I would spend the next fifteen minutes explaining that it is a natural question and they had not hurt me by asking it. "

Ashok remained silent for some moment, then he said, "Male infertility refers to a male's inability to cause pregnancy in a fertile female. Male infertility is commonly due to deficiencies in the semen and semen quality. This means your husband is not able to conceive a child, even though he had continuous sexual intercourse with you. Male infertility is due to low sperm production, abnormal sperm function or blockages that prevent the delivery of sperm. Illnesses, injuries, chronic health problems, lifestyle choices and other factors can play a role in causing male infertility."

He continued his saying, "Kamala, listen carefully, what I am saying is from a medical point of views . There are other important reasons for becoming male infertility, so tell me without hesitation and shy whether your husband has problems with sexual function — for example, difficulty with ejaculation or small volumes of fluid ejaculated, reduced sexual desire, or difficulty maintaining an erection (erectile dysfunction) and pain, swelling or a lump in the testicle area."

With drooping eyes, she replied, "Yes, he has all these problems that you mentioned."

Now, Ashok noted the reasons for her unhappiness, her emptiness and her sorrow. He could now guess how the healthful tint of quiet happiness which once painted her smooth cheek, had given place to a pale face, her eyes which were keener and most restless in glances once, now there was unquiet dropping of her heavy lids, as if tears lurked beneath their shadow. He very lightly touched her shoulder with one hand while wiping her tears away with the other.



Immediately, he looked away so that she would think this first touch from his side to be subconscious or genuine instead of being fake or forced. Ashok touched the side of his head first, then slowly brushed her hand backwards, moving his right hand through her hair, so smoothly, through the thickness of her hair.



After that, his hand went down the side of her neck, passed her ear lobe, and started brushing something, ever so slowly, "stroke one, stroke two" off the top portion of her blouse, just above her breast line. Ashok saw her distress, "Kamala," he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," she choked. "It's just that..." Ashok said nothing, but caressed her shoulder. Finally, Kamala broke down. She pushed Ashok's hand away and ran inside the bed room, crying. Ashok followed her. She sat on the side of the bed. Ashok walked slowly to her. He sat beside her. For a few moments they sat, his arm around her shoulders as she cried. "I..." Kamala spoke, choking on her tears. A fresh wave of tears washed over her. She fought them back and went on, "I...I love my husband very much."



"Oh, Kamala!" he said, stroking her hair. He let her cry a bit more. When it seemed, she might not stop, he kissed the top of her head, very tenderly. Ashok rubbed her shoulder more, trying to find the right words to comfort her. "Everyone in this world has problems, but that does not mean that one should give up their hopes and leads a painful life. There is no fault on your part, you are fertile, and you can be a mother."

"But, how?" Kamala sobbed.



"Kamala," Ashok said awkwardly. He touched her shoulder. His hand moved down, brushing the side of her breast. She clutched his hand in hers, pressing it against her boob. He kissed the side of her neck, her ear. His fingers continued, thrusting, probing, stroking deep inside of her. He held onto her shoulder. His finger stroked her skin. She thought nothing of it, but when his hand moved upwards and he started caressing her neck. She gave him an utterly surprised look. Ashok looked into her eyes a moment, then leaned forward, and kissed her on the lips. Before she could say something or oppose him, he timidly kissed her on the lips. Now she stared at him in shock. A second later, he grabbed her shoulder, and kissed her again, bolder this time and longer. She tried to stop him, but his strong warm lips on her made her weak in the knees and she let herself be kissed.



It was a quick kiss, an innocent kiss. But Kamala's heart leapt in her breast...he had kissed her! She leaned closer, her lips parted slightly, hoping for another. Ashok hesitated, sensing what she wanted. At last he gave in and kissed her. Their mouths worked slowly. Caught up in the moment, Kamala took his face in her hands and kissed him more deeply. He returned the kiss eagerly. Their tongues danced. 

After a long minute, they parted. Ashok looked at her as Kamala sat upright, dropping her eyes shyly. Her bosom heaved, and her nipples were prominent beneath the sweaty, clinging blouse. Soon his hands were all over her. A delightful shudder went through her as he caressed her breasts over her blouse, and impulsively she started kissing him back. For minutes, they were lying in the bed with their tongues intertwined. Suddenly, Ashok was kissing her again, passionately, wantonly! She returned his kisses, caressing his back as two fell on the bed. He kissed her neck, tugging at her damp blouse.


She wriggled under him, helping him get it off. Her full breasts bounced free. He kissed and sucked them, nibbling her nipples. Ashok kept his hand at her sides, but he stroked her softly. Her skin sang at his touch. His long fingers dancing along her flanks made her feel drunk. She drowned in dizziness, her nipples grew hard, and without thinking, she took his hand and let him touch. Her face showed every expression, moans slowly rolled off the edge of her tongue and out of her mouth. He held her breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she thought she would cry from the pleasure that sparked from chest to groin. She pushed back against him, deliberately grinding her ass against his pelvis. He kissed the back of her neck, and tweaked her nipples until she wanted to beg him, to touch her, to fuck her and to whatever it was he wanted to do.

Her knees grew weaker and her heart grew fonder. Then he reached under her saree, and started caressing her thighs. She pushed his hand away, but he kept his mouth glued to her, and his roving fingers quickly found the soft fabric that was his target. He possessively cupped her cunt over her panties. The intimate touch aroused her beyond belief, and silently she allowed him to fondle her, until his hand slipped under her waistband, and he started to explore her bush.



Now she had to stop him. "Uncle! No!" she gasped, "Nooohhhh...Please!" His fingers were on her soft wet flesh. His fingers gently pushed down her slit, finding her very wet, and with a tiny movement, he opened her up. He rolled her clit between his fingers and strummed it harder and harder until her head seemed to swim. He pushed against her G-spot and bit her gently on the back of her neck. She came with a cry that did not sound like her. It sounded wild and untamed. Not like her at all.


Her body twisted, jerked and muscle plasm released tension in her inner thighs. She did not have to beg him to continue. His hands slid down to her torso, over her belly and met in a beautiful wave of movement against her clit. He fluttered his fingers over her mound, through her outer lips, over her throbbing clit. His fingers found her cunt and he slid into her. His other hand continued its beautiful torture of her clit His index gently glided over her moist lips, and dipping in between her slippery folds, he began rubbing her clitoral hood. Immediately, Kamala spread her legs to allow him access, and he found her emerging little love button.

He rubbed the juice of her cunt on her hardening clitoris, and soon she was squirming with pleasure. He kept rubbing her clitoris in circles until she was gasping for more.  "Ohhh yes, uncle! Just there! Ohhhh...yes," she moaned. Rotating her pelvis forward, she tried to increase her sensation against her throbbing clitoris, and her undulating hips slowly rocked in unison with his agile fingers. Then he slid his fingers up and down between the folds of her cunt again and dragged wetly across her slit from her throbbing clitoris to her opening and then back up. "Ohhhh yes! Slow like that, Uncle!" she sighed.



His middle finger teased her entrance, and the feeling was just too good to stop for Kamala. Then his finger plunged deep into her, and she yelped as it slipped into her depths. Kamala bit her lips not to make any further involuntary sound, but her mind was screaming, "So good, so good, please don't stop

He fingered her cunt until she almost collapsed. She felt her knees shaking. He finger fucked her until she lost all thought and her hips rose up to meet his hand, bumping against him greedily. She had lost all shame, all shyness. Now, she wanted to come against his elegant hands, wrapped in his arms. "Come for me, Kamala," he whispered in her ear softly. She felt her body tighten at just the tone in his voice. She felt herself clamp hesitantly around the fingers that he thrust deep inside of her. "I want you to come for me," he whispered. He untied the string of her petticoat, and tugged it down to her ankles.

He pulled off her panties which were soaked through the front, and this sight aroused Ashok more. He kissed her navel and she cooed and squirmed. He pulled her panties down with his hands, kissing and licking her hip and leg as he pulled them off. She rubbed her pussy lips with his fingertips, already yearning for release. "Ohhhhh...God! I am comingggggggg...Aaaahhhhhhh," she moaned in pleasure. Ashok's finger felt the stickiness of liquid oozing out from inside. The juices gradually flowed into his palm. He slurped like a greedy boy licking honey.



Ashok bent down and kissed her nether lips. The sight of him eating her out was too good as she felt his mouth lapping around her cunt. Suddenly, Ashok nestled his head between her thighs. "Ohh...my goodness!" she thought and closed her eyes. She felt his hands on her thighs, his breath on her bush which sent a warm pleasant rush through her body. When his tongue touched her clit, she clenched his hair. His tongue parted her lips and licked inside of her cunt. Each time he lapped up against her button, he drew back toward her entrance a little more. His tongue whirled and sent sparks of pleasure up her spine.

He crawled on top of her and started kissing again, and hungrily she replied. His long rigid tongue forced in to her, and that opened her, and he wriggled as deep as he could. Cupping her ass in his hands, and pulled her hard against his face until his nose was pressed against her smooth pelvic area, and she could hear him labored breathing. Her hips bucked up to meet him, and she pushed harder against his face, blindly seeking tongue, lips and teeth. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Kamala cried, wriggling her hips back and forth.

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Nice update

[kavitha99]

Ashok uncle is back

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Great update

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