Village girl Amala (Update : Mar 31)

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After heavy fucking and aggressive treatment in front of every one, Anil collapsed on the sofa and trying to catch his breath but still his dick is not falling .. looking at the village girl Amala, he signed towards her to come and sit next to him.  Amala didn’t want to create a scene, she quietly went and sat next to him on sofa.  Pulling her by hair, he raises his voice “why did you shout at me when I was fucking the bitch Jaya ? are you trying to teach me the manners in my house ?”, asks Anil

Amala is expecting this humiliation and is ready for it but before that wanted to make her point clear again.

“Uncle.. you can fuck me if you want. Issue is not that.. but give respect to the girls.. we are not animals.. we are humans.. why do you old men always have this fantasy of fucking younger pussies ? don’t you guys have your wives to fuck ? or they have become dry and old ?”

Every one in the room is shocked.. Amala is known to be a mild mannered well behaved village girl but the way she is raising her voice is really shocking

“uncle .. before you ask why I am raising my voice, I need to narrate the traumatic incidents happened to me in my life when I was younger.. these stories are common in village, but how long should I cover it ? Should I not share it openly so that no one will ever try to do such things ? girls need respect uncle.. we may have beautiful bodies but we also have heart.. our feelings must be respected right ? what right you guys have to manipulate and take advantage of our innocence ? please listen to my story”

Amala started narrating the grandpa story.. the story that she told to her dad.. but only a part of it.  On a rainy day how I was abused and manipulated by the old man and his friend..

Continuing further …  (please read episode 21 before reading further  Episode 21)



Under the shower, I slid my fingers down between my pussy lips. Shit. It was so sore. I grabbed the shower head, placing it under my pussy, washing out whatever little bit of cum that might be in me. I was dead afraid of getting pregnant, that would mean the end of me.   The guilt I felt came from the fact that I had enjoyed the fucking I had received from my Grandpa. Nani would be heartbroken if she ever found out. I felt like crying again but I caught hold of myself, I prayed this was just a one-time thing. Perhaps Grandpa would let this incident go and we can move on like nothing ever happened.   I turned off the shower tap and slowly walked to the sink, staring at myself in the mirror.

My cheek was slightly swollen from where Grandpa had slapped me just now. I gargled my mouth, trying to wash away the taste of his cum. I relaxed a little, I think I just need to go home and sleep this off. I slowly exited the bathroom, making my way to the cupboard to put on some clothes. I found an old pair of loose shorts and a tight t-shirt. Seeing as my inner wear was still drying, I just slipped these on temporarily and looked at myself in the mirror again. My nipples were poking out from the fabric.   I opened the door slowly, stepping out into the living room, Grandpa was sitting on the 3-seater couch in the hall. In front of him was a little table and 2 single seater rattan chairs. I kept quiet, making my way to the kitchen to have my meal. I could feel Grandpa’s eyes watching my every move as I avoided looking at his face.   I grabbed the plate and sat at the living room table to eat.

My mind still flooded with images of what just took place half an hour ago.   “Mohan Ji?”, I heard a voice call out from the porch.  “Mohan! Come in come in.”  The living room wall was blocking my view of the main entrance. I remained at my seat, completing my meal. I could hear heavy rain drops hitting the ceramic tiled roof as it slowly started to pour again.   “Don’t stand in the rain Mohan. Come inside.”  “Thank you, Mohan Ji.”, I heard the gruff voice reply. Much clearer now as the man had entered the hall and shut the door behind him. I went to the kitchen to clear my plate and wash up, I noticed Grandpa still hasn’t touched his meal.   Muffled voices came from the hall as I heard the man chatting away with Grandpa like they were old friends.   “Amala dear ...”, I heard Grandpa call out, “Dear… come here …”.  I really wasn’t in the mood to meet anybody, especially after the hard fucking I had just received. I just wanted to go into the guest room and be by myself. But I was afraid of Grandpa and what he might do to me.  

I casually made my way from the kitchen to the hall. I saw a big figure seated on one of the rattan chairs opposite Grandpa. He slowly came into view as I got closer. I stood beside Grandpa, looking at this Mr Mohan for the first time. He was a hefty man, even seated, you could tell he was about 6 feet tall, dark close to black skin tone, a massive protruding stomach sticking out from his neatly pressed formal shirt. He looked to be in his early 50’s, had on a thick gold chain and shiny gold rings with various precious stones on a few fingers. His thick grayish hair slime backwards with a lot of hair product and a neatly trimmed goatee. The man looked like a gangster, I thought to myself  “Meet my friend Mohan.”, Grandpa said, his opened his arms, acknowledging me to hello to his friend. Mr Mohan stood up, slowly lifting his big frame and reached out his right hand to me.  

“Hi Uncle.”, I said, my face expressionless.   “Who is this beautiful young girl, Venkayya Ji?”, Mr Mohan inquired as I shook his hand. He held my hand for a little while, his thumb gently caressing the skin on the back of my hand. I saw his eye taking a quick glance at my protruding nipples over the tight shirt. He smelled of baby oil and cheap perfume.  “This is Amala. She is my wife’s brother’s granddaughter, Mohan”, Grandpa replied.   “I see ...”, he let go of my hand and sat back on the chair, his eyes moving from my nipples down to my exposed thighs.    “I used to work with Mohan here at the estate. He has now made it big in the city. A big-time producer and director.”, Grandpa said with pride.    “No…No…Venkayya Ji ...”, Mr Mohan said, laughing slightly. “I rarely produce nowadays Venkayya Ji. I am more focused on finding new… umm… talent.”, his eyes locked on to mine.   “What does that mean?”, Grandpa inquired, a little bit of curiosity in his voice.  

“The company I manage locate new young talents to star in our movies. Some of these people will start with modelling, maybe a few smaller roles in some movies … some even continue on to be stars in their own right. We manage them exclusively.”  “Interesting … Tell me more about this Mohan …”, Grandpa was leaning forward now. “Amala, bring some drinks for Mohan.”  Sigh. I honestly didn’t care about what this Mr Mohan did, but Grandpa seemed to be very interested. I just wanted to go home but it had started raining hard again. Seeing as my parents knew I was at Nani’s house, there was no urgency to come pick me up. Nani was probably stuck at her get together as well, unable to come home. I walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of cold mango juice from the fridge, pouring it into two cups for the two men. I could hear more laughter coming from the hall.   I walked back into the hall, this time holding a little tray with the cups in it. I gently placed the cups on the table in the middle of Grandpa and Mr Mohan. I could feel Mr Mohan’s eyes looking at my thighs and legs. What a creep. I was just about to turn around and walk back into the living room.  “Have a seat here, Dear.”, I heard Grandpa’s voice behind me.


I turned around and saw Grandpa looking up at me, his hand tapping his right leg. He wanted me to sit on his lap. I glanced at Mr Mohan, his eyes were watching every move I made with a lot of interest.   I kept quiet, slowly getting in between Grandpa’s legs sitting down on his right leg, my thighs in Mr Mohan’s direct line of sight. Grandpa wrapped his right arm around my waist, sliding his hand under my shirt and placing it on my stomach. He was very daring in front of this man. I avoided looking at Mr Mohan, slightly embarrassed by my current position. I heard Mr Mohan take a sip from the cup.   “Go on Mohan …”, Grandpa said. I could feel his finger touching my belly button, gently caressing my tummy.   “Yes Venkayya Ji. As I was saying, we usually head to the outskirts to look for young potential talents for our industry.”, I looked at him, his eyes focused on Grandpa’s hand under my shirt, the right hand still holding the cup. He cleared his throat. “Ahem. Once we find them, we usually take them to the city to find work, usually smaller roles in any small-scale productions. Some get the opportunity to be the main star for up-and-coming directors.”  



Grandpa placed his left hand on my left knee, the palm of his right hand still placed on my stomach under my shirt. “Do you look for girls or boys usually?”  “Both. I personally prefer hunting female talent.”, Mr Mohan chuckled a little.   “I’m sure you do, Mohan.”, Grandpa laughed along with him. “When you do find a particular person that you like, what is the process usually?”, Grandpa continued the line of questioning in regards to Mr Mohan’s job.   Mr Mohan placed the cup back down on the table, using his left hand to slick his hair back over his round face. “When we find a potential candidate, we will conduct a basic interview and have them model some clothes. Once completed, we will send their information and pictures back to the main office.”  I felt Grandpa’s left hand move down my left thigh, his fingers dangerously close to the opening of my shorts. I tried to move my legs closer together but he pinched my thigh, I barely stopped myself from shouting out in surprise as I felt the sudden jolt of pain. Thank God my other leg was blocking Grandpa’s left hand from Mr Mohan’s sight, but I was pretty sure he knew. From this angle he could make out Grandpa’s hand moving between my legs but could not see where to.   “What type of clothes do they model?”, Grandpa asked.   “Hold on Venkayya Ji. Let me show you.”, Mr Mohan said, adjusting himself to pull his phone out of his pocket. I heard his screen unlock as he intensely scrolled through his gallery. He reached out with his right hand, handing the phone over to Grandpa. “Just keep scrolling the album, Venkayya Ji.”  Grandpa took his left hand off my thigh, taking the phone from Mr Mohan.



He placed it on his left knee, his fingers slowly swiping through the pictures. Out of curiosity, I looked down. Girls looking to be around my age, sensually posing in various little clothing they had on their body. Some were wearing miniskirts and tight-fitting tops. As Grandpa kept scrolling, the pictures were getting lewder. Some girls were wearing bikini’s or sexy under garments. Grandpa stopped at one picture, a girl was topless, her hands covering her nipples with her legs spread, her thin panties barely covering her pussy. She had a sexy expression on her face, as in inviting the person looking at this picture to sexually ravage her body.   I knew Mr Mohan was looking at my face, trying to judge my expression.   “Very nice.”, Grandpa said, handing the phone back to Mr Mohan. He smiled in appreciation.   Grandpa’s right thumb was now directly placed below my under boob, gently pushing the meat on my breasts upwards, making them dance under my shirt.  



“What do you think of Amala?”, he asked, smiling casually, “Does she have any potential?”. Grandpa started to shake his right leg, making my tits jiggle and bounce under my shirt. Mr Mohan was looking at my nipples dance.   “She is indeed very beautiful …”, Mr Mohan said, “… but it goes way beyond the face, we need to look at her body stats, skin complexion. We tend to avoid individuals with any permanent scarring or damage to the skin.”  “No … no… her body is perfect … isn’t it dear?”, Grandpa asked, looking at me, embarrassing me in front of this man. I kept quiet, my eyes staring down at the floor. “Maybe you can take a proper look at her Mohan? See if she is capable of being a candidate in your agency. The money could be useful to us.”  “Sure Venkayya Ji.”, Mr Mohan’s eyes perked up at the opportunity. He had been trying very hard not to look at Grandpa’s hands under my shirt all this while. He looked at me, a little smile on his face. “Come here, dear.”   “Go, Dear”, Grandpa slowly moved his right hand out of my shirt, gently tapping my bottoms as I stood up, making my butt cheeks jiggle under my shorts. I walked around the table and stood beside Mr Mohan.



He reached out and grabbed my hand adjusting my body to stand directly in front of him. Grandpa was getting a good view of my ass from behind.   “I am going to take a look at your skin, dear.”, Mr Mohan said, his eyes now looking up at my hard nipples through the shirt.   Mr Mohan held started to run his fingers from my shoulders, along the length of my right arm down to my hand, gently squeezing the flesh on my under arm as he touched me. He was nodding a little to himself, taking mental notes of my body. He repeated the process on my left arm, gently pinching and feeling the smoothness of my young skin.   He slowly released my arm, letting it dangle freely by my sides. Mr Mohan looked up at my face, looking into my eyes as he placed both hands on my shoulders. He was big enough to reach me even though he was still seated. I could feel his hands gently squeeze my shoulders as he traced his fingers down my neckline over the shirt.

He ran his fingers down towards my breasts, stopping just where the fleshy meat started. “Hmmm…very nice structure…”, he said to himself. I could not see Grandpa’s face as he was behind me.   Mr Mohan removed his hands from my chest and put them on my hips. He gripped the sides on my shirt, very slowly lifting it up.   Oh no. Was he going to pull it off.   He rolled the shirt up, tucking it just under my breasts. My entire midriff was exposed to this complete stranger. This was getting a little too much, I was wondering why Grandpa was not stopping him. Mr Mohan placed both his hands on my hips. “Beautiful skin colour, nice tone …”, he mumbled to himself. Holding my hip tightly with his left hand, he used his right hand to touch my stomach, covering the belly button. “Perfect flat stomach…”, he continued.  



I could feel my breaths getting heavier having this man’s hands on my body. My chest was rising and dropping, nipples sticking out hard. I’m sure Mr Mohan noticed this as well. His right index finger gently doing circles around my belly button. “Such smooth skin…”, he whispered. His finger slowly started to slide downwards. My back was covering all his actions from Grandpa, but I’m sure he knew his friend was taking every opportunity to touch me. The tip of the index finger went into my shorts.   Shit. I gulped.   Mr Mohan was staring at my navel as he very slowly pulled my shorts downwards with the finger.   Was he going to strip me in front of Grandpa? No way. My mind was racing, a little gasp escaped my mouth.   He pulled my shorts down exposing my entire clean shaven pubic mound, stopping just before reaching my pussy. “Hmmm… the skin gets darker as it goes lower…”, he mumbled to himself again.

“Nice to see that you keep it shaved, dear.”, he said, looking up at me with a grin on his face. I looked up to the ceiling, avoiding his eyes. The entire length of my body from just below my breasts to my pubic area just above my pussy lips were exposed to him now.   Tap! He let go of my shorts and let the garters hit my skin as it went back into its original place, pulling my shirt back down. “Turn around, dear.”, he said, twirling me around. I could finally look at Grandpa. He was sitting back on the couch, his legs crossed with a wide smile on his face looking at Mr Mohan touch me.   I felt Mr Mohan’s hands on my legs, feeling the skin on my calf, slowly making his way up to my thighs. Each hand on both my thighs, he was pinching and gently squeezing the meat. Both his hands were working my inner legs and thighs. “Very smooth beautiful legs…”, I heard him say behind me.  

Oh my god. This was so humiliating, having this random stranger fondle and touch my skin. I kept my mouth shut and looked straight. Grandpa remained in his position. “What do you think, Mohan?”, Grandpa asked, still smiling.   Mr Mohan hands were still on my thighs, caressing the smooth flesh. “Very nice, Venkayya Ji”, he replied from behind me. I could hear the lust in his voice, I know he wanted to fuck me really bad but Grandpa being there was holding him back.   My body jerked up suddenly as both his hands suddenly entered my shorts from the gaps on my legs. I felt both Mr Mohan’s hands on my ass cheeks, gripping it firmly. I let out a big gasp as his sudden action took me by surprise. “Fantastic ass…”. His thumbs were buried under my butt line, all his fingers roaming around the juicy ass meat. He squeezed hard again, holding my entire ass in his hands and started to jiggle the meat. “Hmmmm…. very firm….”, he whispered, letting out a little sigh.  

He continued kneading my ass for a while then let go, taking his hands out from under my shorts. I felt humiliated, having this stranger’s hands roam my body freely. Mr Mohan tapped my ass, watching the meat move and jiggle a little bit. “Go have a seat, dear.”, he said to me.   I slowly made my way around the table again and sat at the other end of the couch. Away from Grandpa at the other end, looking down at my legs. I did not want to look at either man in the face.   “I think she has a lot of potential to go far in this business, Venkayya Ji.”, Mr Mohan sneered at my direction.   “That’s good to hear….”  “I would actually like to take some pictures of her... you know… to send back to the agency. I think we may be able to immediately find work for her once she is done with her studies.”  

“Fantastic Mohan. Can you do it here?”  I saw his face drop a bit. He probably wanted to do it alone with me so he could take the opportunity to touch me without Grandpa around. “Yes… yes of course.”, he said looking around the house. “That can be done. I will need some time to prepare the clothes for her to model as well…”.   “How does next Saturday morning sound?”, Grandpa asked. I knew why he chose that day. Nani was going for a wedding in the village next door. She was going to be away for the entire weekend. Fuck. I didn’t have a say in this situation, the choice was made for me by Grandpa.  “Sounds great, Mohan Ji.” 

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