24-01-2022, 10:52 AM
(This post was last modified: 24-01-2022, 12:58 PM by B1ryani. Edited 3 times in total. Edited 3 times in total.)
**Part 4.**
I held my breath as my dark puffy pussy lips slowly came into Dadi’s view. I immediately regretted pulling up the towel, wondering what was going through Dadi’s mind at this moment.
Dadi remained quiet, his eyes fixated at the young pussy in front of him. His left hand was still on my inner left thigh. He slowly let go of my left leg as it slid off his lap back onto the floor. I immediately pushed my legs together, trying to cover up my wet slit. This movement resulted in my fat pussy lips bulging out from being squished together. I quickly put my right hand over my pubic area, covering it from view.
“Don’t worry, Molu. There is nothing to be embarrassed about.”, he said as he gently placed his left hand over my covering hand. I looked down to the floor.
“I’m sorry Dadi. If I wasn’t so careless, you wouldn’t have to do this.”, I whimpered softly, avoiding his eyes.
Dadi slowly moved my hand away, looking at my face. “Don’t say that, Mol.”. I felt his right hand move up my thigh towards my hip and rested on my pubic area. “Did the tea hit this area?”, He asked as he squeezed the meat on my pubic area. “I can see a bit of scalding.”
I nodded slowly, now watching his every move. He grabbed the tube off the table with his left hand and squirted a long stream of gel just below my belly button, watching as the aloe vera slowly slid down towards my pubic area.
“Your skin here is so smooth…”, He said softly. His left hand was slowly creeping up between my legs, making me open my legs a little wider. The right middle and index finger gently started to massage the mound, spreading the gel onto the smooth exposed surface. “Do you always shave, Molu?”
“Yes…. yes Dadi…”, I said. My eyes focused on his right hand.
“I rarely see a shaved pussy.”, he commented. His eyes now looking directly at my pussy lips. I felt very vulnerable at this moment.
I felt this index finger slowly move it’s way lower, tracing the outline of my left pussy lip, his knuckle grazing against my thigh. “Those who shave their little pussies are usually sluts…. or prostitutes…”, he whispered softly, looking up at me.
The comment took me aback. For the first time. I have never heard Dadi talk that way before. His finger was now on the puffy pussy lip, the tip now gently feeling the soft smooth meaty lip.
“You don’t do all those things, do you?”
“No…no Dadi…. I shave for hygiene…”
His thumb and index finger were now in between each pussy lip and inner thigh. He pushed them together, squeezing my pussy lips against each other. I looked down at his hand. The meat on my pussy lips were folded in between his fingers, the two dark inner lips were sticking out from in between them. I felt the grip on my thigh from his left hand tighten.
“Don’t lie to me Mol…”, he said coldly, “Are you a virgin?”
“Yes… yes Dadi. I am.”. In truth, I honestly was, I have never been fucked before, but due to my constant masturbation, I know my hymen was torn. The only sexual experience I had was giving a blowjob once to an ex-boyfriend.
I felt both of Dadi’s hands in between my legs now. Using his middle and index fingers, he slowly pulled the puffy pussy lips apart, exposing the little pink hole. He put his face closer between my legs, staring into my spread pussy.
“You’re lying.”, he said curtly. His fingers still holding my pussy lips apart.
“No….no Dadi… I swear.”, I was looking at him now, a little bit of fear in my voice. I was gripping the towel tightly over my breasts.
I could feel his right middle finger move slowly towards the pussy hole, the tip slowly entering the little pink orifice. I knew my pussy was a little wet from the massaging Dadi did to my thighs a little while ago.
“You’re not a virgin, Mol. I can tell.”, he looked into my eyes. I could see a little bit of anger and resentment in his eyes. The middle finger slowly slid into my pussy. “How many boys have fucked this fat pussy?”. Dadi slowly started to slide the middle finger in and out of me. His left hand resting on my pubic area, squeezing my pussy lips together as his right middle finger continued to fuck me.
“Ahhhh.”, I moaned softly.
“Why are you lying? ... are you a slut?”, he continued the pace, a little faster. The finger digging deep into cervix.
“None Dadi….no one…”, Fuck. It felt so good. I could feel myself getting wetter. Dadi started to push his index finger into me as well, both his finger slowly working on my pussy. His left thumb and index finger pinched my clit, sending my body jerking upwards. “Ahhhh…”, I moaned softly.
“Hmmmm…. you little slut….”, he let go of my clit, grabbing the towel and pulling it to the floor. I laid down on the chair, my legs spread with Dadi’s fingers deep inside of me, exploring my wet cave. Dadi reached out with his left hand, grabbing my right nipple, pinching the little hard nub with his thumb and finger. “How many boys have played with these tits?”, he asked me again. He pulled the nipple, twisting it as he pulled upwards. Repeating the same movement with my left nipple.
“No one Dadi….mmmmm…..you’re the first…..hmmmmm.”, I said in between moans.
He let go of my nipple, bringing his hand up to my left cheek, tapping it hard. “Don’t lie to me you little bitch….”, he had his serious expression on his face again. The kindness in his eyes was gone. He slowly slid his wet creamy fingers out of my gaping pussy hole. “You’re so wet.”, he stared at his fingers, “Only sluts get turned on like this.”
“Dadi…please, I’m not…. I masturbate …. that’s why I’m not a…not a virgin.”, I looked at him. My legs spread wide open, hard nipples pointing at the ceiling. Dadi held his left hand down on my chest, pushing me onto the backrest.
Pap!
He slapped my pussy slightly. I felt a stinging sensation on my pussy lips.
Pap! Pap! The palm of his hand hitting the puffy pussy lips.
“Dadi, please…. I’m not lying to you…”, I pleaded to him. “You know me … I’m not that type of girl…”
I felt his fingers fiddling with my pussy, looking for my inner lips. He gripped my little labia skin between his right thumb and index finger, gentling pulling the flaps, twisting them in between his fingers.
“Little whore’s like you need to be taught a lesson.”, he said. His eyes staring at my hard nipples.
**End of Part 4.**
I held my breath as my dark puffy pussy lips slowly came into Dadi’s view. I immediately regretted pulling up the towel, wondering what was going through Dadi’s mind at this moment.
Dadi remained quiet, his eyes fixated at the young pussy in front of him. His left hand was still on my inner left thigh. He slowly let go of my left leg as it slid off his lap back onto the floor. I immediately pushed my legs together, trying to cover up my wet slit. This movement resulted in my fat pussy lips bulging out from being squished together. I quickly put my right hand over my pubic area, covering it from view.
“Don’t worry, Molu. There is nothing to be embarrassed about.”, he said as he gently placed his left hand over my covering hand. I looked down to the floor.
“I’m sorry Dadi. If I wasn’t so careless, you wouldn’t have to do this.”, I whimpered softly, avoiding his eyes.
Dadi slowly moved my hand away, looking at my face. “Don’t say that, Mol.”. I felt his right hand move up my thigh towards my hip and rested on my pubic area. “Did the tea hit this area?”, He asked as he squeezed the meat on my pubic area. “I can see a bit of scalding.”
I nodded slowly, now watching his every move. He grabbed the tube off the table with his left hand and squirted a long stream of gel just below my belly button, watching as the aloe vera slowly slid down towards my pubic area.
“Your skin here is so smooth…”, He said softly. His left hand was slowly creeping up between my legs, making me open my legs a little wider. The right middle and index finger gently started to massage the mound, spreading the gel onto the smooth exposed surface. “Do you always shave, Molu?”
“Yes…. yes Dadi…”, I said. My eyes focused on his right hand.
“I rarely see a shaved pussy.”, he commented. His eyes now looking directly at my pussy lips. I felt very vulnerable at this moment.
I felt this index finger slowly move it’s way lower, tracing the outline of my left pussy lip, his knuckle grazing against my thigh. “Those who shave their little pussies are usually sluts…. or prostitutes…”, he whispered softly, looking up at me.
The comment took me aback. For the first time. I have never heard Dadi talk that way before. His finger was now on the puffy pussy lip, the tip now gently feeling the soft smooth meaty lip.
“You don’t do all those things, do you?”
“No…no Dadi…. I shave for hygiene…”
His thumb and index finger were now in between each pussy lip and inner thigh. He pushed them together, squeezing my pussy lips against each other. I looked down at his hand. The meat on my pussy lips were folded in between his fingers, the two dark inner lips were sticking out from in between them. I felt the grip on my thigh from his left hand tighten.
“Don’t lie to me Mol…”, he said coldly, “Are you a virgin?”
“Yes… yes Dadi. I am.”. In truth, I honestly was, I have never been fucked before, but due to my constant masturbation, I know my hymen was torn. The only sexual experience I had was giving a blowjob once to an ex-boyfriend.
I felt both of Dadi’s hands in between my legs now. Using his middle and index fingers, he slowly pulled the puffy pussy lips apart, exposing the little pink hole. He put his face closer between my legs, staring into my spread pussy.
“You’re lying.”, he said curtly. His fingers still holding my pussy lips apart.
“No….no Dadi… I swear.”, I was looking at him now, a little bit of fear in my voice. I was gripping the towel tightly over my breasts.
I could feel his right middle finger move slowly towards the pussy hole, the tip slowly entering the little pink orifice. I knew my pussy was a little wet from the massaging Dadi did to my thighs a little while ago.
“You’re not a virgin, Mol. I can tell.”, he looked into my eyes. I could see a little bit of anger and resentment in his eyes. The middle finger slowly slid into my pussy. “How many boys have fucked this fat pussy?”. Dadi slowly started to slide the middle finger in and out of me. His left hand resting on my pubic area, squeezing my pussy lips together as his right middle finger continued to fuck me.
“Ahhhh.”, I moaned softly.
“Why are you lying? ... are you a slut?”, he continued the pace, a little faster. The finger digging deep into cervix.
“None Dadi….no one…”, Fuck. It felt so good. I could feel myself getting wetter. Dadi started to push his index finger into me as well, both his finger slowly working on my pussy. His left thumb and index finger pinched my clit, sending my body jerking upwards. “Ahhhh…”, I moaned softly.
“Hmmmm…. you little slut….”, he let go of my clit, grabbing the towel and pulling it to the floor. I laid down on the chair, my legs spread with Dadi’s fingers deep inside of me, exploring my wet cave. Dadi reached out with his left hand, grabbing my right nipple, pinching the little hard nub with his thumb and finger. “How many boys have played with these tits?”, he asked me again. He pulled the nipple, twisting it as he pulled upwards. Repeating the same movement with my left nipple.
“No one Dadi….mmmmm…..you’re the first…..hmmmmm.”, I said in between moans.
He let go of my nipple, bringing his hand up to my left cheek, tapping it hard. “Don’t lie to me you little bitch….”, he had his serious expression on his face again. The kindness in his eyes was gone. He slowly slid his wet creamy fingers out of my gaping pussy hole. “You’re so wet.”, he stared at his fingers, “Only sluts get turned on like this.”
“Dadi…please, I’m not…. I masturbate …. that’s why I’m not a…not a virgin.”, I looked at him. My legs spread wide open, hard nipples pointing at the ceiling. Dadi held his left hand down on my chest, pushing me onto the backrest.
Pap!
He slapped my pussy slightly. I felt a stinging sensation on my pussy lips.
Pap! Pap! The palm of his hand hitting the puffy pussy lips.
“Dadi, please…. I’m not lying to you…”, I pleaded to him. “You know me … I’m not that type of girl…”
I felt his fingers fiddling with my pussy, looking for my inner lips. He gripped my little labia skin between his right thumb and index finger, gentling pulling the flaps, twisting them in between his fingers.
“Little whore’s like you need to be taught a lesson.”, he said. His eyes staring at my hard nipples.
**End of Part 4.**
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