Village girl Amala (Update : Mar 31)

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Kamala, Jaya came back from shopping, by then Payal, Ashok got freshened and are watching cricket.  

Seeing quite Payal, Jaya asked Ashok “Bhayya.. this monkey made any mischief with you ?”

Before Ashok could answer Payal went and sat in Ashok’s lap and giving him kiss on cheeks , she looked at her mom and says “Mom.. uncle is so nice, he prepared lunch for me”

Kamala is laughing inside as she knows only thing uncle knows is omlet .

Ashok pats Payal on het back and says “ok Payal.. you are also a nice girl, take care of Amala when she comes there”

Payal and Jaya are happy with that statement.. Jaya holding his hands says “Bhayya, you don’t worry about Amala.. she is like my daughter”

After some emotional dialogs they leave and Amala, Kishore come from college

After dinner , while watching TV , Ashok raises the subject

“Amala, I am getting lot of calls from home, need to leave in 3-4 days time to take care of business, before that I need to make sure you are comfortable”

Amala knows what papa is going to say, she starts leaving , but this time Ashok is stern and he holds her and pulls her into his lap and starts caressing her back and says “Amala.. you have Kishore as company. Why are you so much upset”

Kishore also echoes “ha.. Amala.. I will take care of you.. trust me”

“Kishore.. I always trust you.. but cant trust uncle”

“which uncle ? he is a gentleman” (raising the voice shouts Ashok)

“uncle.. relax.. don’t shout at Amala.. she has a point”

“Kamala.. my patience is waning.. Anil is my best friend, I know him since decades”

“but uncle.. as a girl Amala has some reservation , lets address those”

“what reservation Amala ?”  (still maintaining same tone)

“papa.. I cant be as freely there in their house. “

“they have a big house, you will get a separate room”

“papa.. that’s not the point”

“then?”

“papa.. I don’t know how to tell you.. I had a bad experience in the past”

“what ? what are talking Amala”

“papa.. I never told you this.. every girl has something similar in her life, something that we cant tell our parents.  If mom was there I could have atleast told her”

“what happened Amala.. tell me.. now I am worried”

“Papa.. I will tell you.. I am not telling lies to escape from this.. its upto you”

Amala starts telling her past experience while all three are listening with curiosity

… … …

The bell rang loudly as I started to stuff my books back into my bag. Looking at the sky, the clouds were starting to darken, little bolts of lightning in the distance. I flung the bag over my shoulder and exited the classroom, quickly making my way to the gates, hoping to miss the heavy downpour that’s coming.

I felt a drop of water land on my head. Shit. I’m not going to make it, I thought to myself. I looked up at the sky as it started to rain hard. Lifting my bag over my head, I started to run. Hold on, Lakshmi Grandma’s house was nearby, probably I could wait there until the rain subsides. I kept running until I reached their front porch, panting hard. I swung my bag down to the floor, trying to catch my breath.

Lakshmi Grandma was my grandfather’s sister, married to Venkayya Grandpa. As my grandparents had passed away early, we used to spend a lot of time in Lakshmi Grandma’s house as they did not have children of their own. Both Grandma and Grandpa always looked at me as their own granddaughter, showering me with gifts and expensive jeweler.  

I knocked on the door and waited, shivering. My clothes clinging onto my wet body.

“Who’s there?”, a soft voice asked from behind the door.

“It’s me Grandma… Amala.”

The door flung open. “Ammu, what are you doing here?!”, Lakshmi Grandma stood there looking at me dripping from head to toe. Grandma looked like the sweetest old Indian lady you would ever meet, ever ready to feed and take care of you. She should be in her late 60’s by now, I could not remember her exact age. She had married Venkayya Grandpa at the very young age of 19, who was 6 years elder.

“Sorry Grandma, it just started to rain. Can I wait here until it stops.”, I replied her, my teeth shattering a little. I picked up my bag as she moved aside to rush me into the house.

“My poor baby…come in Ammu,” she said, immediately taking the bag off my shoulder and putting it beside the entrance, closing the door behind her. “Quickly, go and take a bath before you get sick.”, she started to wipe off the water off my face with her sari. I quickly rushed into the living room making my way to the guest bathroom.

The layout of the little one-story house started with the hall making its way into the living room and the kitchen at the back. Along the left and right side of the living room, there were 3 small rooms, the master room belonging to Grandpa and Grandma, one guest room and another empty room they use for storage. There was a smaller attached bathroom in the guest room.

I walked past Venkayya Grandpa sitting at the dining table in the living room, drinking his tea and watching an old black and white Tamil serial on their television.

“Hi Grandpa”, I waved at him as I made my way into the guest room with Grandma following me closely.

“Ammu?”, his eyes lifted up from the mug, looking at me walk by, leaving little puddles of water on the floor. I could hear the rain lessening as the night grew closer. Grandpa was a heavily balding skinny man with a little tummy, his winkled and rough hands a result of the hard labor he endured over the years. He looked tired and fragile, enjoying his quiet retirement. He wasn’t a good-looking man, but he had always treated Grandma well, and is a respected man in the community and within the family.

“She got wet in the rain. Let her have her shower.”, Grandma said, without looking at him, pushing me into the room. “Leave your wet clothes on the floor Ammu, I’ll put them out to dry.”, she continued, taking a towel from the cupboard. Grandma left the towel on the bed and left the room, closing the door behind her.

I untied my hair and slowly proceeded to remove my clothes, leaving them in a neat pile on the floor. Outside, I could hear Grandma on the phone, talking to my mum, informing her that I was here taking shelter from the rain.

I stood in front of the big mirror above the dresser, staring at my body. Two firm perky C- cup tits stood out of my chest with dark chocolate brown areolas, my hard nipples sticking out from cold. They looked like Hershey’s Kisses, I thought to myself. My flat tummy was glistening under the light from rain water. I watched as drop of rain water glided down towards my shaved pubic area. Two puffy dark pussy lips were stuck together, a small hood in between them hiding my clitoris. The inner lips were sticking out a little bit behind the hooded clit from between the juicy puffs.

I let my middle finger slide down, gently touching the clit, teasing myself. It’s been so long since I masturbated. I felt a little bit of sticky liquid on my labia skin. Ok. I’m definitely going to play with myself once I get home before I sleep tonight. I removed my hand, realizing that Grandma could walk in anytime to take my wet clothes.

I tied my hair into a ponytail, quickly grabbing the towel from the bed and went into the bathroom.

The fresh water felt like a breath of fresh air on my body, washing away the grime and dirt. I stood under the shower head for a little while, my head tilted back to avoid the water hitting my hair. I reached up with both my hands, gently pinching my nipples as a soft moan escaped my mouth.

“Ammu?”, I heard Grandma’s voice coming from the bedroom.

“Yes Grandma?”, I lowered the water pressure to a light drizzle to listen properly.

“I have prepared some food for you in the kitchen, please have your dinner before you go home.”, she continued. “I’m going to meet up with some friends at the village diner.”

“Ok Grandma.”, I replied her as I increased the water pressure again, slowly applying soap to my thighs. I heard the room door close as Grandma left. I wondered if Grandpa was going as well. They have their own group of the village elders that they were good friends with. Either way, I knew how to lock up if they didn’t come back by the time I left. I continued my bath, my mind blank, enjoying the feeling of the warm water hitting my body.

I stayed in there for another 10 minutes before turning off the tap. I exited the shower into the room, Grandma had taken the clothes off the floor, she probably had hung it out to dry in the yard. The rain had also stopped but I could hear thunder in the distance, it was probably going to pour again later tonight. I slowly dried myself, taking my time. Hmmmmm, I wonder Grandma had prepared for dinner. I could hear my tummy growling slightly.

I dried myself and wrapped the towel around me, the other end of it barely covering my inner thighs. Whatever, I thought to myself. I opened the room door a little bit and peeked into the living room, Grandpa was still sitting in his chair, the television was still on with the volume lowered. His head was tilted back a little bit as a little snore escaped him. Grandma must have left him there seeing as he had dozed off.

I reached up with my right hand, holding onto the towel tightly just above my breasts and walked past Grandpa to the kitchen. His eyes were closed shut as he slept peacefully on his favorite chair. I giggled a little as I moved past, watching him sleeping in that awkward position. As I entered the kitchen, I noticed 2 covered plates on the little table beside the stove. Hmmm, I wonder what Grandma made today. She must have prepared a little extra for Grandpa to eat as well. I removed the cover, looking at the little vegetarian thali set Grandma had prepared for us. Great. I shall go change into some fresh clothes and dig in. I knew I had some extra shorts and t-shirts in the guest cupboard.

“Lakshmi? ...”, I heard Grandpa call out from the living room. He must have woken up from the sound of the plates moving. I knew Grandpa was a light sleeper, and in my defense, I tried to be as quiet as a mouse. “Lakshmi? ...”, Grandpa called out again, peering into the kitchen entrance from the living room table.

“It’s me Grandpa.”, I replied him, peeking my head out from behind the kitchen entrance wall. Waving cheekily.

“Ammu?”, I saw a little smile on Grandpa’s serious face. “What are you doing in there? Where is Grandma?”, he inquired.

“She went out Grandpa. Something about meeting some friends somewhere…”, my head still sticking out looking at him, my toweled body still hiding from behind the wall.

“Oh yes. Ok. I remember now.”, he looked like he was thinking hard. He probably couldn’t remember, I thought to myself. I don’t blame him, at that age, they must forget little things easily. “Anyway, could you bring me some hot tea, Ammu.”, he said. I just realized Grandma had taken the cup and plate off the table and washed them.

“Sure, Grandpa”

I went back into the kitchen, putting the kettle to boil as I brought his cup and saucer out. Looking down at my exposed thighs, I could feel little gusts of air hitting the bottom of my butt cheeks. Shit. I really should adjust myself. I unwrapped the towel a little bit, dropping it down a little bit. I redid the knot just above my nipples, my cleavage was deeper now but at least the towel was dangling a little lower covering more thigh. I could feel the knot struggling to come loose. It’s alright, I thought to myself, I’ll serve Grandpa his tea, then go to the room and get changed. I put the little teabag into the cup and waited for the water to boil.

The second the kettle whistled, I slowly poured in the boiling water. I held onto the little ceramic cup handle with my right hand, balancing the saucer in the palm of the left as I very slowly made my way towards Grandpa at the living room table.

“I’m coming Grandpa.”, I gave him a warning as I approached closer.

I saw his eyes widen a little bit watching me inching my way closer to him balancing the little cup and saucer, his gaze focused on my cleavage for a second before he shifted it away to my face.

I felt the struggling knot slip open.

Oh fuck.

I watched in slow motion as the knot slowly unfolded, the towel dropping to my feet revealing my naked body to Grandpa. Mindlessly, I reacted by letting my right hand go of the tea cup, trying to cover my breasts from Grandpa’s view. The cup dipped as the hot tea slowly fell down to the floor, drops of the boiling water hitting my pubic area, thighs and ankles.

“Owww.”, I shouted in pain as I felt the little sprays of tea hit my body, quickly trying to brush it off with my hands. I bend my body and got on the floor, squatting to pull the towel back up to cover myself.

“Oh no Ammu!”, Grandpa’s eyes widened as my naked breasts came into view, the meat jiggling in his face. Grandpa stood up, pushing the chair back with force, bending down to pick up the towel, covering my body as I was arched on the floor. He picked up the cup and saucer, placing them neatly on the table. “Ammu, are you ok?”, he asked me. “Did the tea burn you?”

“Hmm, a little bit Grandpa”, my right hand rubbing off the last droplets of hot tea off my calf. Parts of my skin was burning as I tried to block off the stinging pain in my mind. I slowly stood up again, just holding the towel to my chest, my back and ass were fully exposed in the living room.

“Wait here Ammu.”, Grandpa slowly made his way into the master room behind me. I just continued to stand there, holding the towel.

A minute later, Grandpa walked back into the living. He placed his right hand on my exposed lower back just above my ass, gently giving it a little squeeze. “Sit down, Ammuu”, he said as he sat back on his chair, his left hand holding a little tube of aloe vera ointment.

I pulled out the chair from the living room table to Grandpa’s right side and sat down on it. My naked bum warming the soft cushion as I placed the towel on my body, covering my breasts and pussy from Grandpa’s eyes.

“Lift up your leg, Ammu”, Grandpa said, tapping his knee. His eyes shifted from the little dark shadow the towel had casted over my pussy lips back to my legs.

I slowly lifted right leg and placed it on Grandpa’s lap as he squirted some aloe vera onto the palms of his hands.

“Some parts of the skin look scalded.”, he said as he gently started to rub my right ankle, both his hands rubbing the smooth skin all the way up to the calf. “This should help to contain any blisters on your skin.” His hands were slowly making its way up higher to my thighs. He squirted more aloe vera from the tube onto his palm, gently applying it on my inner thighs, squeezing and caressing the skin. He stopped just as his hand was about to reach the towel.

“Lift up your other leg, Ammuu.”, his gaze still focused between my legs. I placed both my hands on the chair arm rests to hold my body steady as I put my right leg down.

“Ok Grandpa”, I said softly. The gentle caress of his old hands on my skin was sending little shivers up my body.

Grandpa adjusted his chair, moving a little closer to me, spreading my legs apart a little wider in the process. I slowly placed my left leg on his lap, holding down the towel between my legs, covering them from Grandpa’s view.

“There’s no need be shy Ammuu”, he chuckled softly, looking at my hand.

I looked down shyly at his hands that were gently rubbing the ointment on my left ankle. “I don’t want to disrespect you, Grandpa.”, I said softly. “You are already helping to put the aloe vera on the burns.”. In truth I could feel my pussy get a little wet.

“Hmmm.”, he moaned a little as his hands slid onto my thighs, gliding against the warm liquid on my skin. “I don’t want to see any scars on this beautiful skin.”, he said softly as I could feel his left-hand slide into my inner left thigh, gently pinching the warm skin.

“Pull up the towel a little bit, Ammu.”, he said, looking at my eyes. “I saw the tea splash onto your hip and stomach as well, didn’t it?”. His eyes were warm, looking at me with sympathy.  

“No Grandpa, its ok. Really.”, I replied him. My mind was racing, thinking if I should. The old man has probably never seen a naked woman in years, a very young one at that. Furthermore, he was gently massaging the little burns, his hands feeling up my smooth thighs. But he was also my grandfather, although only related my marriage, he had watched me grow up into the teenager I was now.

“Don’t worry, Ammu.”, he said softly, his voice piercing, “I’m just trying to ease your pain. I was the one who asked you to bring me the tea. This is my fault.” The middle finger on his right hand was slowly entering the towel on my upper thigh.

“Are you sure, Grandpa?”, I asked him, looking at his old tired face as he nodded slowly. He didn’t look fierce at this moment, more curious and sympathetic to my current predicament.

I looked down at my right leg placed on his lap, my attention focused on my toes as I slowly slid the towel up to my navel just below my belly button.

I held my breath as my dark puffy pussy lips slowly came into Grandpa’s view. I immediately regretted pulling up the towel, wondering what was going through Grandpa’s mind at this moment.

Grandpa 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, Ammuu. 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 Grandpa. If I wasn’t so careless, you wouldn’t have to do this.”, I whimpered softly, avoiding his eyes.

Grandpa slowly moved my hand away, looking at my face. “Don’t say that, Ammu.”. 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, Ammuu?”

“Yes…. yes Grandpa…”, 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 Grandpa 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 Grandpa…. 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 Ammu…”, he said coldly, “Are you a virgin?”

“Yes… yes Grandpa. 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 Grandpa’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 Grandpa… 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 Grandpa did to my thighs a little while ago.

“You’re not a virgin, Ammu. 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?”. Grandpa 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 Grandpa….no one…”, Fuck. It felt so good. I could feel myself getting wetter. Grandpa 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 Grandpa’s fingers deep inside of me, exploring my wet cave. Grandpa 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 Grandpa….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.”

“Grandpa…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. Grandpa 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.

“Grandpa, 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.

Grandpa let my labia lips go, and slowly got off the chair, pushing himself upwards. “Get on your knees, slut.”

I looked up at him, the expression on his face was scary. He didn’t look like the same Grandpa that was married to my sweet Grandma. He gripped my right wrist hard, pulling me off the chair to the floor. My pussy was so wet from Grandpa’s fingering. The slight slapping and pulling of my pussy had sent gushes of pleasure up my spine. I knew everything that was going on was so wrong, but I could not help myself. I was enjoying the force and humiliation coming from this old man, someone I had considered my own grandfather.

I lifted my body up slowly, folding my knees under me on the floor, looking up at Grandpa.

“You should know what to do.”, he unfolded his dhoti, letting it drop to the floor. Grandpa’s semi flaccid cock was swinging freely between his legs, the skin was already pulled back, exposing a purple whitish mushroom head over the dark brown foreskin. Little veins ran up and down along the shaft. His cock looked to be around 5 inches long in this condition, and skinny. A long saggy scrotum sack hung loosely behind the swinging cock. His entire pubic area was full of thick black and white pubic hair, as were his ball sack.

Grandpa gripped the base of his cock, holding it out in front of him. “Open your mouth, you little slut.”, he slowly rubbed the base of the shaft. “Show me how much of a whore you really are.”. He brushed the cock head on my lower lip, pushing it gently in between my lips.

“Suck.”, he looked down at me.

I slowly opened my mouth, taking the head into my mouth. I felt Grandpa place his hand on my head, holding my hair back. I let my wet tongue slide all over the smooth head, teasing the little pee hole with the tip of my tongue. Grandpa slowly pushed his hips forward, allowing more cock meat to enter my mouth.

I held my right hand up, letting the saggy ball sack rest on the palm of my hand. Gripping Grandpa’s hairy testicles, I slowly moved my head back and forth, sucking the cock head hard.

“Hmmmm …. ahhhh.”, his eyes were closed as he moaned, enjoying the feeling of my warm mouth slurping his old cock. I could feel the shaft twitching in my mouth, hitting the roof of my mouth. “Fuck … have you had a lot of practice?”, he moaned, “Hmmmmmm….”. I gripped his balls tightly; feeling the two little testes suffocating in my palms. I continued to suck Grandpa’s cock, slowly taking in every inch until the cock head touched the back of my mouth.

“Get on all fours, you little slut.”, Grandpa looked down at my face, his cock buried in my mouth, my nose resting on his pubes. “I’m going to fuck you like the whore that you are.”

My eyes widened as I slid his cock out of my mouth, a long trail of saliva hanging from my lower lip to the mushroom head. “Grandpa…. Grandpa…. wait…”, the sudden fear in my voice obvious to the both of us. “I’ve never been fucked before…. only fingers… Grandpa…. Please.”

“You’re lying to me again!”, his voice threatening. He glared at me; I could feel his eyes piercing mine. “Everybody has tried you …. It is my turn now!”

“No one has tried me Grandpa…”, I could feel the tears slowly streaming down my face, “I … I have never done it before … I swear….”

Grandpa raised his hand, slapping me across my left cheek. The sound of the slap echoed within the living room. I fell back, taken by surprise by his actions. I slowly started to sob. “Grandpa…. Grandpa… please don’t hurt me.”

“Then turn around…”

I slowly turned around and got on my arms and knees, arching my back, exposing my asshole and wet pussy to him.

“Hmmmmm…. This pussy is mine now…”, he said to himself as he got on his knees behind me. I arched the front of my body lower, burying my face in my arms, sobbing quietly. I felt Grandpa’s old hands on my butt cheeks, gently squeezing the fleshy meat. His fingers slowly grazed along my ass until it reached my pussy. Gripping each inner pussy lip with his thumb and forefinger, he spread my labia flaps wide open, exposing the little pink pussy hole.

I clenched my fist as I felt Grandpa’s hard cock touch the base of my bum. He let my pussy go, his right hand guiding the cock head towards my gaping pussy, bracing myself.

“I see a little tight asshole ...”, he snickered behind me. I felt the head slowly part my pussy lips as it entered me.

“Ahhhh….”, I half moaned half cried out in pain. Grandpa slowly pushed his cock into me, inching in deeper and deeper. I felt his left-hand grip my hip to balance himself behind me, the palm of his right resting just above my butt crack, the thumb slowly pressing against the entrance of my anus.

“Grandpa… slowly …. slowly please…”, my voice muffled by my face buried in my hands, in between little sobs.

“Stop acting, you little slut.”, Grandpa slowly started to move his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into me. His grip on my hip tightening, the finger nails digging into my skin. “Hmmmmmmm…... how many cocks have you had in here bitch? It feels so tight…”

I whimpered softly as Grandpa slowly started to plough my pussy. Thap! Thap! Thap! Thap! The sound of his hips hitting my butt with every hard thrust echoing inside the living room. I felt his thumb slowly digging into my ass, enlarging the little tight virgin hole. His finger digging deeper and deeper as he continued to hump my pussy hard. He has so much pent-up energy for an old man. Every thrust from him pushing my body forward slightly.

“Ah.. Ah….Ah…Ah…Ah….Ah…”, I slowly started to moan, the pain had turned to pleasure.

“Are you enjoying this, you little slut?”, Grandpa asked me, the entire length of his thumb was now deep inside my ass, twirling and digging. “I want to fuck this little hole too…”

“Ah.. Ah… Ah… no… please… Ah..Ah…”, I moaned , praying he wouldn’t stick his cock up my anus. I felt Grandpa’s cock tense inside my pussy.

“No… please don’t cum inside Grandpa… please…”, I lifted my head up, bending my neck to look at him in fear. It would be my end if I ever got pregnant before marriage. I felt his cock slip out of my pussy as I silently thanked God in my head.

“Bring your mouth here, bitch”, he pulled me by the hair, pushing my face down to his hard erect cock.

I opened my mouth, taking the purple slimy cock head in my mouth. Grandpa was stroking the base, slowly moaning. I could taste my pussy juice on him as I sucked hard on the head. Grandpa held his cock with his left hand, using the right to push the back of my head in, swallowing his cock. I closed my eyes as thick creamy cum gushed out of him, hitting me in the back of my mouth. I started to gag as the cum slowly slid down my throat. Fuck. It tasted pretty bad.



“Swallow everything.”, he said, looking down at me, gripping my head firmly around the cock. He held me there for a while, making sure I had swallowed every drop then let my head go, sliding the slimy flaccid cock out of my mouth. I watch as it shrunken back into its foreskin as Grandpa collapsed backwards, exhausted.

He pulled me closer to him, his right hand holding onto my left breast, the thumb and index finger pinching my hard nipple.

“Oww… Grandpa… don’t.. ”

“You better not tell Grandma anything. This remains between you and me.”, he whispered threateningly at me. I nodded my head in silence. “You belong to me now… my little slut…”, he kissed my cheek as a single tear escaped the side of my eye. “Go clean up. I’m expecting a friend. He should be here soon.”, he let me go. Holding onto the back of the chair, he slowly brought himself up. I looked up at Grandpa, he looked like a tired old man. How did he have the energy to do what he just did.

I stood up, grabbing the towel from the floor and went into the guest room, locking the door behind me. My mind was racing, thinking back, how did I end up in this situation with Grandpa? What if Grandma ever finds out? What would my family think? I started to cry silently. I was definitely afraid of Grandpa, he has always been strict with my brother and me growing up, hence why we generally avoided him. But Grandpa had always looked after us, protected us. I’m seeing him in a new light. I also felt guilt and shame.

I walked towards the bathroom and switched the light on, stepping inside to clean myself.

… … ….


Amala stopped narrating and started crying !!!  Every one is shocked at hearing her horrible experience .. in villages these kind of things happen quietly and many girls don’t have enough courage to resist nor inform parents

Ashok hugging Amala and consoling her , patting her back is in a dilemma now.. what to do ? how to send her to Anil’s place ? already promised both Anil and Payal..