Incest Village girl Amala (Updated Sep 13)

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Whenever akka pinches his dick balls, he knows what to do next…she also knows… but these things… akka used to do before marriage but stopped doing after marriage this is first time.. all these days akks maintained the distance  respecting her marital status.. but not any more.. which means she is looking for the old days.. when we used to tease, roll down, hug without any inhibitions.. we never crossed limits but we wanted to be close to each other.. never thought of our gender.. we are one..

Now after 3 years of gap.. Kishore couldn’t hold back.. with his long dick hanging, he reached out Kamala’s waist to tickle her… she knows that’s her weak point and expecting brother will do the same she moved back a little.. he tried to catch her bending forward.. she got up from sofa and heckling him.. you cant catch me.. I am not a kid… his ego is hurt.. he also got up to catch her.. but she is moving around , running around the room

Whenever akka is jumping from bed and running.. her big boobs are swinging and the transparent top is not able to hide her huge melons… not aware of her bounding boobs, Kamala is laughing , heckling and encouraging him to catch her… little she knows he is moving around slowly with a purpose… to see her assets and beauty which he used to adore, feel, touch, caress and even kiss some times before marriage.. but last 3 years she is a different woman

She is running on the bed.. jumping over the sofa.. using all her skills she is moving away from him.. while lifting her gown a bit and running swiftly she is exposing her thunder thighs.. “orey.. why your dick is raising .. never saw him like this.” Gasping for breath , she is commenting on his raising dick.. did she not know she is the reason ? … he is getting into mood.. dick has stopped listening to him.. seeing this she swiftly removed her gown exposing her treasure hidden in pink panty which is well set between the thunder thighs..

Akka has become little fatty after marriage… enhancing her beauty and the glowing skin is making her look like a real house wife.. “akka.. you are not the same girl I saw 3 years back.. you have increased the oomph factor.. stop teasing me… issss” , is he praising her or showing his real intentions… pure milky beauty.. with thunder thighs.. swollen waist.. deep navel.. bouncing boobs.. falling hair.. naughty smile.. inviting eyes and silky smooth body… ahhhh… he is in heaven..

After another few minutes of teasing , jumping, running… she removed the top and thrown at him… his heartbeat stopped for a while… my god… what is she doing… cant take off his eyes from those 38DD melons topped with half inch wide pencil sharp dark tamarind color nipples which are begging to be mauled, pinched, sucked..  before marriage her beauty is not of this high standard… even though the boobs have swagged a bit but they have grown a lot.. that’s why he said akka has bigger boobs than Amala at same age..

Another 2 minutes of running around and finally he decided enough is enough, cant control too long.. he increased the pace, bounced on her, catching and throwing her on bed.. in one single swift movement.. his dick is hitting her panty while her huge melons are being crushed under his chest and with him being kissing distance away from her lips..

Her looks are hitting deep into his moist eyes.. her body is shivering , trying to recoup her breath , she keeps staring at him in awe and wetting her lips , she is preparing for a deep French kiss which she used to give to Kishore on special occasions before marriage.. her sexy eyes, swollen cheeks, wet lips and black thick hair… making him go mad.. resulting in his dick pressing her wet panty more hard indicating his intentions..

She jovially hit him on cheeks and says.. “you want to put that deep into me.. Kishore.. age was never an issue for our love.. we needed to feel our bodies to express our love.. feel .. penetrate.. both are different.. lets stop it..” , kissing him on his cheeks

Thussss.. his dick has started withdrawing and collapsing with those words.. rolling aside, he took her hand and kissed it.. “akka.. we have been like this till 3 years back.. I am glad we are rediscovering our love.. I am not willing to go to reasons… you will only tell when its appropriate.. till then don’t hesitate.. I am here to make you happy… whatever that means to you.. me.. “

While leaning on his chest and pressing his chest with hers.. she puts her arm around his shoulder with love and smiles “Kishore.. you have matured a lot.. I like that.. holding it back is also important.. else your dick will want to smell every pussy.. you are a gem”..

Looking her huge assets.. “akka.. god has given us few things to make us happy.. every boy looks at girls boobs in his first sight.. that’s common.. your boobs are your pride.. your innocence, your love, your beauty .. akka , if my dick raises again, don’t scold me…” , he is open in his conversation… while placing her hand on his limp dick, she says “whatever happens organically , let it happen.. your dick, my boobs.. they were never hindrance to our love.. our joy… even now and in future also they will not distract our love..lets sleep like this… cuddling, hugging, pressing, kissing.. lets not draw boundaries to our love Kishore.. until you find your real love”

He felt bad about that last sentence… “akka.. I want a good looking girl like Amala.. but doesn’t mean I don’t want you.. till I am married, I can do anything .. not answerable to her.. she has her private life, so am I and then there is  a common life between us.. in my private life I can fuck anyone.. she cant question… its my philosophy .. if she doesn’t like that.. she is free to say break up.. I can live without a girl like Amala… but now without you akka”

His voice was trembling when was telling the last sentence.. realizing how much love he has on her.. she bent forward and kissed him on cheeks.. “Kishore.. your life.. your wish.. your dick.. your wish.. I like that concept.. girls are emotional sometimes.. confused and possessive .. no one can separate us..” , she raised her left leg , placing it between his thighs, touching his sleeping dick with her warm thighs..  feeling the sweat and heat.. he says “akka.. lets take shower together.. our bodies are stinking because of running and sweat..”..

She is shocked.. this is not something they did earlier.. taking shower together !!!!

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Switching off all the lights and keeping the bed lamp, Ashok goes and sleep on the sofa while Amala is sleeping on the bed.. she is surprised and yelled at papa .. “don’t start these new things.. come and sleep here”..  he shouts “no.. I am losing control”… “ok then I will only come there then” , replies back Amala

There is no escape for  Ashok.. he gets up and walks up to the bed and sleeps next to her… taking papa’s hand into hers, she asks curiously “losing control means?”… he decides not be drawn into the discussion, he turns her away and puts his right arm around her neck and pulls her closer to his chest and places the other hand on stomach.. where the gown and top are separated.. pressing her smooth deep navel gently..

What a great feeling to both of them.. she also slightly moans and tucks herself into his body while pushing her hips back.. his dick is dancing in his lungee and he is trying hard to keep him quite.. nice natural aroma from her hair.. smooth shoulders and a thin strap on the shoulder holding small yet handy boobs.. he never saw her from this angle before.. always has love but at a distance.. growing up priority is studies.. not distractions like this.. now that she should know the other side of the world, he is being brave..

Feeling each other bodies they slipped into sleep as they had long flight and tiring journey… after couple of deep sleep, Amala still in sleep feels a hard long naked dick between her naked thighs.. papa’s lungee slipped away and his raging cock is finding way between my thighs.. even my gown went upwards exposing my tender thighs and already wet panty.. don’t know why I am leaking so much and wetting the panty.. never been like this.. sometimes in dreams it happens, but today.. its itching there and leaking also..

Papa’s dick is touching my pussy.. of course through panty which is barely covering my swollen juicy pussy.. what to do ? good thing papa forced me to wear panty , otherwise things would have been worse… my itching pussy is feeling happy in the company of papa’s hard dick.. but is it proper ? should I not move away and keep him at a distance ? ok, he is not doing it intentionally , he is asleep.. but I am not right ? why can’t I keep his dick away.. unable to turn back as I am in strong clutches of papa’s arms, at least I can move my hips forward , thus maintaining some distance between the pussy and the dick which are talking to each other ignoring us..

In stead of moving forward, unintentionally my hip moved back putting more pressure on papa’s dick which is now thrusting my pussy lips.. with half open panty .. my breath has stopped for a  while !!!