Village girl Amala (50th episode)

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Payal

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Payal

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Kamala

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Rich hot haughty women trapped by old cunning care taker

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Kamala

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City Amala  -- Village Amala

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Payal

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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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-37-

Ashok lapped at her young clit, and she knew she would cum soon. He slurped her hole, then licked her clit more. Kamala moaned loudly, arching her back as she came. The second orgasm was slower and longer, the muscles in her belly flexed. She wrapped her hands in his long dark hair and came against his lips. He felt the jet spray of thick liquid inside his mouth which went straight down his throat. She let him lick her clean as she sat with her head bowed down and drained of all energy. Grateful for the delightful taste of her own sweet juices on his lips when he leaned up and kissed her. Soon they lay completely entangled on the couch. When he finished lapping her juices, Ashok sat back on his haunches again. She tugged at his shirt, wrenching it off him. She had not realized how buff he was.

She ran her fingers over his washboard abs. On impulse, she touched the front of Ashok's shorts, moving her hand along the length of his throbbing hard on. Ashok gave a surprising moan. Ashok sat back on his haunches, fumbling with his zipper. His erection made his brief bulge, and Kamala's eyes widened. She opened the zipper, and his turgid cock sprang free. Ashok's eyes widened when she got his penis out. She looked at the big dick pointing straight up from his groin, it was almost 3 times bigger than her husband's. She pulled down his shorts, and then she wrapped her fingers around his firm shaft. She felt his blood coursing through the warm velvety column which throbbed it in the palm of her hand. The sensation of the velvety head sliding through her fingers sent an exciting shiver down her back.

She rubbed the pre-cum over the cock head with her thumb. He groaned as his hard cock twitched in her hand. He positioned his gigantic throbbing 9th inch cock between her sensitive folds, and her breath caught due to the sight of a big giant. Ashok ran his cock along the inside of her thigh, and rubbed the head over her wet pussy. He held the tip of his swollen red head between her cunt lips, then he aimed right at her pink opening of the cunt, he pressed the bulbous head between her folds which gilded deep inside her wet cunt hole.

The sensation of the cushion head sliding between her slick inner lips sent sparks of pleasure through her. She felt his body weigh between her legs. His wigging hips parted her thighs even further. He was stroking the entire length of his cock along her slit. She felt him pushing the slippery knob of his cock faster and faster into her moist cleft. She was breathing heavily. She gasped in shock. Her breath caught in her throat. "Uncle, what are you doing?" she squealed in her muffled voice as the head of his tool wedged itself in to the split of her womanhood, nestled in the entrance between her slippery folds, the head of uncle's invading presence chiselled between her clenching pussy lips. She urgently whispered, "Uncle, No," and struggled to get out under him, but she was so wet down there, every move lodged him a little further into her moist cleft.

Then Ashok thrusted forward, and his shaft easily slid all the way in her cunt. Her whispered protest turned into incredulous squeak as he pushed his extra-large dick where it counted. His full length slid into her hole in one fluid motion. Ashok grunted in ecstasy as he eased his giant penis inside her pussy. She tried to push him off, but the moment he invaded her, intense pleasure fountained from between her legs. Her cunt muscles contracted and her body trembled in pleasure as his hard, big and thick shaft pushed into her vital young love tunnel.

She hissed, "Uncle, stop it. What do you think? What are you doing?"

"Just for a moment," he pleaded in a very husky voice, "No one will ever know."

She felt his pubic bone grind firmly against her, and realized his giant cock was completely buried inside the narrow passage. She could feel him throbbing deep inside her belly. She was breathing fast, her breasts heaving, nipples hard with excitement, and her vagina wet and ready. She longed to give in, but she whispered with rasping breath in a fake protest, "Uncle, I cannot, I am a married woman!"

"Yes, Kamala! Think me as your husband, we are married and it is our first fucking," said he, and pushed his cock further. "Uncle, I love you...love you...fuck me Uncle, my cunt is yours only as you are my husband, I am married to you," cried Kamala, and embraced him tightly. Slowly, Ashok pushed his huge dick into her. She moaned as she felt him stretch her. He fucked her slowly kissing her mouth and face. Ashok pressed his mouth tight on her, and pushed her back onto the couch. Locked together in a kiss with bloated flesh tightly lodged in her cunt, they just lay in this intimate embrace as man and woman. Her heart was beating like crazy. He grabbed her by the shoulders, slowly but firmly, he pushed into her vagina with his strong hips. She responded by rocking her hips to meet his thrust, and she could not help it. She was on her back with her thighs wide apart, and so excited that she could not protest any more

Ashok kissed her neck. "I know, you want it too...," he whispered in her ear. He was right. She felt the warm moistness down there. It had been quite a long time she had a man between her legs. Her juicy peach was ready to be creamed. Then their eyes locked together, and she held on to his waist with both hands, clamped tightly on him, and pulled him into her. "Oh, yes,' Kamala hissed, "Yess! Take me, Uncle! Take me now!"  

He moaned in pleasure. As she started moving her hips, a tidal wave of pleasure flowed between her legs. Her body was finally getting what it needed. She cried out with lust as he filled with her rapid thrust, his hands moved down her back to her bottom, and cupping her buttocks. He drove himself in to her, put his lips on her lips to muffle her moans of ecstasy. Her breasts wobbled up and down her blouse, as Ashok thrusted in and out of her. She felt his pounding hips rising and pushing, and Ashok's hands under her butt as he was pushing fast.

Ashok increased his tempo, his hands moved down to her back to her bottom, and grabbed her buttocks. He pressed his face into the hollow of her neck, pushing himself on her. Her hands grabbed his hips and pulled him deeper inside her, increasing his rhythm. He began to moan loudly, and she knew he was about to come. She breathed. He looked into her eyes without stopping. She hissed, "Please come inside me." He gasped, his eyes went wild, and he planted himself deep inside her, his dick expanded in her tight passage. In utter bliss, she moaned, "Ohhh...Yes, Uncle! Do it for me."

Then she felt him squirt and she orgasmed explosively as the dam broke and a tremendous vibration took possession of her convulsing body. The contraction of her spasming cunt seemed to suck the sperm right out of Ashok's balls, shooting a torrent of hot white seed into her womb. He gave a triumphant roar as he blasted his load into her baby factory. She clawed at his back as he was seeding her. She cried with pleasure, "Ohhh...uncle, yes! Yess! Fuck me, fill up me with your seeds. Do it to me. Do it in my hot wet cunt."

Delirious with lust, she felt her contracting cervix open and she could swear he was shooting his load right into her womb. She was coming so hard she thought she would pass out. With each grunt, Ashok's dick expanded in her narrow tunnel for preparation of another blast, the tightening in her cunt triggered another wave of orgasms, spasming, grasping and milking his spurting cock, sucking thick white gobs of creamy sperm right through her cervix, and in to her ripe and ready womb. She fully realized he was breeding her, and she was actually helping his eager swimmers on their way to go inside her little egg. Her tunnel was slick with his cummings and still he kept Cumming, she could not believe how much there in those big balls. She wanted every drop of his virile nectar inside her adulterous cunt.

As he emptied his balls into her gripping, sucking cunt, she milked every last drop of his honey from his dick. When her incredible orgasms finally ebbed a way, his dick slowed down in her throbbing slit, and after a few gentle final thrusts, he collapsed on top of her body, panting rapidly from the exertion. She also just lay completely exhausted under him.

Finally, he got off her, and as his shrinking penis slipped out, Kamala let out a sigh, it was over. When she felt the warm moistness of sperm leaking out of her, she got out from the couch to get her clothes back on. He reminded her of a young bull she had seen in her town. She could not believe what she had done just now. She took off her dress and went into the bathroom for a clean wash. She could not help a nervous giggle when she took off her panties as she felt uncle's nectar pouring out from her, and she wanted to see it. She took a little hand mirror, and positioned herself by squatting on the floor, and watched the pearly white syrup flowing from her open cunt like honey from some exotic pink flower.

She was mesmerized, it felt like a dream. She cleaned up as best as she could. She thought, without any protection, she had let a man nearly twice her age shoot sperm in her cunt willingly, eagerly even, and at her most fertile time. The fact that her orgasm only increased her chance of her pregnancy. Just one of those little swimmers was enough although Millions would probably get into her unused womb.  

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Amala came back from Goa trip abruptly as she is not comfortable with that environment and also the way Ramesh, Kishore fucked a stranger there made her cry.. Payal tried to convince her that these things are common now a days, but Amala being a village girl couldn’t digest the vast cultural shift

Anil came back from office in the evening and saw Amala alone in the house.. where are others ?  

He went to her room and knocked on the door and asked “Amala.. where are the rest ? I thought you guys went for 4 days and you came back so quickly.. what happened dear ?”

Amala got up from her bed and hiding her tears, didn’t want to tell the truth..”Uncle.. I want to go to my village for few days.. I want to see my papa..”

Even though she is not crying but her voice is shaking.. Anil realized she became home sick.. He called his friend Ashok and put the phone on speaker

“rey Anil. How are you ? after so many days..”

“Ashok.. I thought you will ask about your daughter Amala first”

“Anil.. when she is in your safe hands, why should I worry.. any problem ?”

“talk to her”

“papa.. I want to see you.. urgently.. we are getting one week holidays next week.. I want to come there”

“Amala.. your wish.. I also want to see you Amala..”

“I am booking tickets then”

“one sec.. rey Anil.. why don’t your family also come for few days here..”

“Ashok..i have foreign delegates coming next week.. I cant come..”

“Anil.. then send others”

“Ashok.. they are not kids.. you only talk to them and convince.. I don’t have any problem if they want to go.. in fact I wanted Payal to experience the rural culture and behave like a proper traditional girl like Amala”

“rey Anil.. don’t judge her by her looks and dress.. anyway she would also like to enjoy the village environment.. I will call them and invite.. Amala, till then don’t book the tickets”

“papa.. lets do one thing.. I and Jaya aunty will come first.. Payal, Ramesh can come directly from Goa”

“Goa ?”

“Haa.. papa.. they are in Goa”

“ok.. then you and Jaya aunty can come first.. I will call her later “

“ok Anil.. take care.. good night”

“good night Anil.. good night Amala”

Amala is happy now.. hugging uncle she says “uncle.. I am so happy now.. I want to give you a treat”

“Treat ? what treat ?”

“Uncle.. I will take you out for dinner and then to movie.. any way tomorrow is weekend..”

“cool.. good idea..”

“uncle.. can I ask you one thing ?”

“haa.. why are you hesitating ?”

“aunty always go to movie with her friends.. I never saw both of you going together”

“beti..she has her life.. I have my life.. and we have a common life.. I will never intrude into her personal life”

“but she is your wife right”

“so what.. I have trust on her.. she also has the same trust on me..”

“can I ask you some thing ?”

“ask baby.. “

“she has her personal space.. fine.. so she goes to her friends place.. hang out with her friends husbands ? you don’t mind ?”

“Amala.. marriage doesn’t mean we suppress our natural instincts and hidden desires.. if I think like that how can even kiss you dear ?”

“uncle.. this .. you are doing in your own house and in front of her.. but what she may be doing is in her friends place and not in your presense..”

“doesn’t matter dear.. I trust her.. if she is satisfying her urge and desires.. who am I to stop it”

“what if you accidentally watched her being fucked by your friend in his house  ? sorry to ask all these questions”

“hahaha.. Amala.. she has her own choices to make… we are all adults.. if you start suspecting your partner .. then there wont be any life”

She became silent and started thinking about what she saw in Goa.. Ramesh, Kishore fucking a stranger girl..  If whatever uncle is saying makes sense.. that too under the pious relation of marriage system.. what authority she has on Kishore, Ramesh to suspect their intentions ? did I not move with papa, uncle ?  As she got clarity, she hugged uncle and said “lets get ready for dinner date uncle.. its my treat.. I got my scholarship granted and got money in my account.. this is all due to your help in getting me seat in prestigious AI/ML course..”

Anil hugged her tight and kissed her on forehead and says “lets have a party then.. will be ready in 5 minutes.. any way you girls will take atleast half hour to be ready”.. she playfully gives a small pat on his chest and replies “uncle.. we are going for dinner date.. I should atleast look pretty right ? give me 15 min”

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