Adultery A Girl Chooses a Coach by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The moment Sudhir saw Aruna flounce in he tried to get up; but his recliner made that difficult. Soon, she was in front of him and leaning forward she gave him a good look down the front of her top. Aruna did not have all that much to show, her breasts being reasonably flat, more like inverted saucers; they were covered quite completely by the bra she was wearing.

"So how is my Daddy-Uncle?" she asked impishly.

"I am fine," grunted Sudhir. Over the years his embarrassment at dealing with the girl had increased as she grew older. He had now reached a new level of inhibition following the way she had taken him just the other day.

"Or should I be more precise and ask how your cock is?" she laughed.

Sudhir squirmed. Suddenly after years of enforcing discipline and standards he found it difficult to reprimand Aruna for her language.

"Have you ever used words like that?" she asked him.

"What do you mean?" stammered Sridhar.

"With aunty. Does she ask for this -- your cock?" she asked reaching out and searching out the outline of his cock.

"I can't be talking about all that you," gasped Sudhir.

"Why not? I can tell you that Gopi does talk like that with me! And I too with him!" she said laughingly. She found his cock and rubbed lightly with her thumb as it progressed from its repose to a state of excitement.

"You shouldn't be," said Sudhir.

"Shouldn't be what?" asked Aruna.

"Telling me what you talk and do with him in your bedroom," said Sudhir.

"Oh, I thought you were going to say that I should not use such language," said Aruna with a smile.

"You are no longer a little girl, you know. So I cannot tell you what to talk or not," he said.

"Oh, so you agree that I am now grown up!" she teased him, wiggling her chest at him seductively.

"Well, after what happened the other day....." mumbled Sudhir.

"But Daddy-Uncle! I do want to know some things about language," she pouted.

Sudhir groaned inwardly. If he had known she would be here he would have worn his jeans or trousers. As it was he was wearing the traditional 'mundu' which is a sarong -- like garment worn on the lower part of the body. Quite often he wore nothing else underneath but today, luckily he was wearing underwear.

Still, the 'mundu' was bad at concealing hard-ons and all this talk from his niece was definitely having the effect she desired. As she looked down at him as she stood in front of him, she saw the bulge twitch and grow. She sighed. That mass of delectable flesh was what had caused all that restlessness last night.

Somehow, Gopi seemed more like an appetizer. Everything he did with his cock make her pussy tingle and desire the fullness and stretching out she had experienced with her Sudhir Uncle. It was a different matter when Gopi "ate her out" as Gopi called. That orgasm was wild. But she still needed to stuff herself -- engorge herself on Sudhir Uncle. But at least that orgasm drained her enough for her to last -- till this moment.

"What language?" asked Sudhir, who had always prided himself on the standard of education that their previous generation had received. The current lot did not have half of the command on language they should have had.

"Like how to make love-talk!" she said happily, jumping and clapping her hands, suddenly becoming the same little girl who had refused to grow up all these years.

Shanta and Aruna's mom looked at her from the other end of the hall and laughed. "I wonder how she manages," mused Aruna's mother. "She is still a little girl!"

"So long as Gopi is happy its fine," said Shanta aunty leading the way back into the kitchen.

The levels of that extended hall were such and Sudhir's office was so arranged that you could not see Sudhir if he was on his recliner. If anyone in that area stood up they could be seen from torso upwards only. And a little woman like Aruna a little less than that too.