Adultery A Girl Chooses a Coach by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Kiss!" she hissed down at him. Her pussy was throbbing with excitement. The danger of what she was doing added to the thrill, the way the groping with Gopi in that corridor had. "We don't have much time for this!" she wiggled her hips forward, pressing and searching with her cunt lips for his lips.

Sudhir kissed as she found him. Instinctively he reached out with his tongue and lapped at her. He had not done this before. Clearly, sex had changed. He reflected that he could not use the word 'evolved'; after all in Kamasutra his ancestors had clearly shown and dwelt on the full range of what a man and woman could do to one another. The new generation was rediscovering, through the west, an old Indian tradition.

She gasped as he tongued her. she gripped the backrest hard and smeared her pussy on his mouth, manipulating herself so the lips opened out on his face. She yielded some juices onto his face and Sudhir found himself licking and tasting his niece like he never thought a woman could be savored. His hands slid up the back of her thighs and he caught her small ass in his large rough hands and kneaded them.

"Ah!" moaned Aruna. Yet with her hand she pushed his hands away and smoothed down her skirt. "We will be spotted," she whispered urgently.

"This," she said hoarsely as she felt a wave of pleasure coming on, "is 'eating pussy!'"

"Daddy-uncle," she said into his face holding him lovingly as she kneeled back onto his lap, "we need more space." His cock was now under her, and protruded from between her legs up, tenting her skirt in the process.

"I need that," she said nodding downward "to fuck me! You know the word 'fuck'?" she asked. There was no laughing smile or playfulness. Her cheeks were hot and flush with lust. "I need you," she whispered, her eyes welling up with tears. He had seen that happen before to her when he was being strict and she was begging for a treat.

She was begging for a treat here too. But how different things had become since this young girl had wedded! These tears were desperation that an opportunity might not arise and she would have to go through a few days and nights aching for that cock to impale her.

He touched her cheek and nodded in the direction of the adjoining room which served as his library of sorts. It was still not too far from where they were now but at least it was inside a room. The door still could not be shut for that might invite attention for that was a room which was never kept shut.

She leaned forward and smiled, causing the tears to release from here eyes. "The lessons must continue," she got off and looked down in marvel and the exposed cock as Sudhir gathered his mundu. When he got up he saw the stains from his own secretions on the chair.

Leaving all tell-tale signs as they were both hurried to the next room. Aruna knew the layout of the house and in a jiffy knew where she wanted to be. On one wall, least likely to be seen from the kitchen or that side of the hall was a shelf from ground to the ceiling. The lower part of it was a wide chest of drawers. From there up, it was shelves all the way to the ceiling. But the depth of the shelves was lesser than that of the drawers. So on top of the drawers was space.

On this space Aruna sat facing Sudhir Uncle who was busy tucking and rearranging his mundu. She held her arms out to him and invited him.

"What other words do you want to know?" she asked. "And what can you teach me? I don't know how else to ask. Show me something I can take to Gopi," she said, looking him in the eye.

"How did you become like this?" wondered Sudhir aloud.

"You!" she replied, ever the brat. "You guys forced me to get married! Now I asking my Daddy-Uncle why he did not teach me more things. Why did you stop? Don't stop!" she said, once again reaching for his cock.

"Treat me like your slut," she said running her fingers up and down the thick object of desire. Sudhir gasped as his niece expertly played. He looked down and saw how small her hands were. She was small overall, including in her pussy. The other day she had ridden him -- the control was with her. she knew how far and how much she could take. He would have to be careful not to be too rough with her today.

"Do you know what a slut is?" asked Aruna, pulling him closer by his cock on which both her fists had a firm grip. "She wants to be treated rough and hard. Like a, like a.... slut.," said Aruna.

She reached around him and clutched at his ass with one hand and with the other she guided him to enter her. "Put your cock in my cunt, Daddy-Uncle," she implored. Then she looked up and asked, "Do you know that word 'cunt'?"

Sudhir gasped as he felt the same prickliness which he had felt on his nose now on his cockhead. He was up against her pussy, his cock nosing her. she was gaping open in her wetness and arousal but his blunt head was merely nestled against the open tunnel. How was he going to do this without hurting her he wondered. And did they have enough time?

As he rocked and prodded against her cunt gently she asked, "Is that how a slut is treated? That is not what Gopi told me!" She put an arm around his neck and hoisted herself. Reaching from under herself she tried to keep his cock on the right spot. Its slippery trunk did not help as it slipped from her fingers.