Village girl Amala (Update : Apr 2)

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I felt Grandpa’s finger slowly graze along the lacy panties in between my butt cheeks, his index and middle fingers gently feeling the skimpy material that stuck on my pussy lips. I remained in this position, my knees on the couch seats, my arms on the head rests, my back arched towards them, sticking my ass out. I kept my face buried in my arms, feeling humiliated having this man watch Grandpa touch the most intimate parts of my body. The skirt was pulled up to my waist, only the thin lacy panties barely covering my pussy.  “What do you think of this, Mohan?”, Grandpa asked him, I heard the cheeky tone in his voice. He slowly slid his thumb and index finger in between each thigh and pussy lip, pinching them together. I could feel my pussy lips being squished together, bulging out over the thin lace. He kept pinching and massaging them, making the fat lips puff out in Mr Mohan’s face.   “It’s amazing, Venkayya Ji.”, He must be drooling looking at the sight before him.

“Hold this pose, Venkayya Ji. Let me take some pictures of your hands on her bum.” *Click. *Click.   “Is this ok, Mohan?”, Grandpa slowly slid his index finger under the panty line, the tip resting on my left pussy lip.   “Grandpa… please stop this…”. I could feel my pussy starting to betray me, my slit was starting to get a little wet. I was slowly getting turned on having Grandpa’s fingers tease me.   *Click. *Click. “Fantastic, Venkayya Ji. Her pussy must be so smooth.”, he commented.   Grandpa’s finger gripped the edge of the panty line, slowly pulling it aside.   Oh god. I pushed my head deeper into my hands, the thin frame spectacles crushing my palms.   My fat pussy lips were now on open display towards Mr Mohan as I heard a little gasp escape his mouth. Grandpa pushed the panties to the side, making it rest on my right butt cheek, my little asshole was also exhibited in the living room.

I could feel the tight hole clenching and opening in Mr Mohan’s face.   *Click. *Click. *Click *Click. The camera started going off quickly as Mr Mohan gathered himself, making sure to take a picture of every single detail of my juicy pussy lips.  Grandpa’s middle finger slowly slid in between my slit, touching the entrance of my pussy hole, gathering a bit of creamy cum and made its way up to my clit, gently massaging the little hard nub.   “Look at her Mohan, she’s so wet…”, Grandpa chuckled slightly, his finger continuously teasing my little clitoris.   “Grandpa…”, I whispered softly, trying not to moan is the pleasure of the moment. His finger was driving me crazy.
“Grandpa…please….ahhhhh….stoppp…ummm….ahhhh….”,trying to plead in between moans.   I felt Grandpa’s thumb and index finger find my right labia flab, he pinched it between the fingers, pulling it aside. My pink wet pussy hole was now open, gaping at Mr Mohan. *Click. *Click. *Click. The camera continued on.   “Feel how soft her pussy is Mohan.”, Grandpa said, still pulling my right pussy lip aside, exposing all the wet pink flesh in between my dark pussy lips to him. I was letting out little gasps of pleasure, breathing heavily, my chest rising up and down.   Mr Mohan held the camera with his right hand, the left gripping my left ass cheek, squeezing it hard. Grandpa let my pussy lip go, giving Mr Mohan his approval to touch me. He sat quietly beside me, watching his friends every move.

I felt Mr Mohan’s big hand slowly graze across my pussy, his middle and index finger slowly gliding against the soft wet puffy lips, feeling the smooth fleshy skin.   “Very nice...”, he whispered. His middle finger now sliding up and down my slit.’  “Uhmmmm…emmmmm”, I moaned softly into my hands. Fuck. It felt so good having this man’s hand gently caress my pussy.   Mr Mohan took his hands off my pussy, gripping the panty, and pulled it down to my knees, resting on the couch seats. He gripped my thigh, pushing my legs further apart. My body looked like I was getting prepared to be doggy styled hard.   I glanced at Grandpa from in between my fingers, he had his right hand on his cock over the dhoti, gently stroking himself watching Mr Mohan fondle me.   *Click . *Click.   Mr Mohan took another few pictures of my exposed asshole and pussy. I heard him put the camera back down on the table, the camcorder still recording everything that was taking place on the couch.

I felt his right hand on my lower back, gently feeling my smooth skin. He slowly slid his middle finger downwards towards my butt crack, making its way to my asshole. He gently poked it, feeling it clench on his finger. I heard him laugh slightly, looking at how the little hole was reacting to his touch. Grandpa was stroking his cock a little harder now, watching Mr Mohan’s hand.   Mr Mohan slowly slid his finger down towards my pussy. His left hand holding onto my left butt, gripping it tight. The finger slowly slid down in between my slit, spreading my creamy cum in between my pussy lips . Eventually he found the hole, slowly sliding his middle finger in.  “Mmmmmmmm …..”, I moaned softly as the finger entered me.   “Fuck… she is so tight, Venkayya Ji.”, he said softly, his finger slowly sliding in and out between my fat pussy lips. I arched my back a little bit more, giving him more access to my pussy. I wasn’t thinking about my shyness anymore.   “Take your top off, Dear.”, Grandpa said, placing his left hand on my breasts, gripping my right nipple between his thumb and index finger.  

Without thinking, I removed my top and the spectacles from my face, placing it on the empty seat beside me. Grandpa grabbed my right tit, pinching and pulling my hard nipple. Then the left.   “Hmmm…. Mmmmm… ”, Fuck. That felt so good. Mr Mohan’s index finger pushed its way in, digging into the depths of my wet pussy hole, slowly pumping deep into me. He continued on like this for a couple of minutes, coming close behind me. I could feel his erection rubbing against my left butt cheek as he continued to finger me hard,   “I think that’s enough Mohan. Shall we proceed with the next outfit?”  Shit.I was so close to cumming. Why is Grandpa stopping it now, teasing me then leaving me wanting for more. I felt Mr Mohan’s finger slowly slide out of my dripping pussy as I collapsed onto the couch.

Little drops of my cream wetting the soft cushion under me. I slowly moved my body up, sitting down properly on the couch, with my breasts and pussy on display to both of them.   *Click. *Click. *Click. “Spread your legs a little bit more,dear.”  Mr Mohan went back to taking his pictures of me. The tent in his pants was at its peak. His fingers were wet with my cum. I slowly spread my legs a little more, allowing him to take some close-up shots of my dripping pussy. I was too turned on to care at this point, and both the men knew it.   “I think we can do the final shoot outside.”, Mr Mohan said, staring at my breasts. “I think we can go with the bikini next.”  Shit.


Mr Mohan placed the camera back on the table. “Could you pass me the skirt and panties, dear.”, his eyes constantly shifting between my nipples and my pussy. I slowly stood up, my legs shaking slightly from the near orgasm I was about to have. I pulled the skirt and the lacy panties out from under my legs and handed it to him. I stood there stark naked, showcasing my body to Grandpa and Mr Mohan. I could feel the wetness from my pussy dripping down my thighs.   “Absolutely beautiful.”, Mr Mohan stood back, taking in the sight in front of him. “Maybe we can end with a full nude photoshoot.”, he chuckled. He already had photos of every part of me, and a video of both Grandpa and him fingering and playing with my pussy. What else did he want.   Grandpa remained silent, his right hand still on his cock over the dhoti, looking at my body. Mr Mohan slowly walked towards the luggage bag again, unzipping it and pulling out a thin yellow bikini.

He had already strategically placed it on the top of the pile of clothes. He zipped the bag shut and walked back to me, his right hand reaching out to hand me the bikini.   I’ve never worn a bikini before in my life, I thought to myself as I took the yellow cloth from his hands, staring at it.   “It’s like wearing your underwear, ma. Let me help you.”, he said, a little grin on his face.   I slid the bottom part under my legs and pulled it up to my waist. Oh my god. It was so skimpy; the rear part was basically a thong. I turned my head over my shoulders and looked down. My entire ass was on display with a thin yellow string disappearing into my ass cheeks. The front end barely covered my fat pussy. The edges of my dark pussy lips were sticking out from the sides.   Was I supposed to wear this outside? In public? My heart was beating fast. What if somebody see me? Thank God Nani’s house was pretty distanced away at the end of the little village, surrounded by fields. The only issue was that the villagers worked at these fields so the occasionally do walk past the house.



My mind was racing with so many thoughts.   “Turn around, dear,” Mr Mohan said. I slowly turned around, the front facing Grandpa who was still sitting down on the couch. I lifted my hair, showing my entire back to Mr Mohan. He picked up the bikini top, placing the 2 cups over my breasts from behind and slowly tied the 2 strings at my back. He came closer to me, his big belly rubbing onto my back, slowly pushing his hard cock in between my butt cheeks, grinding me as he tied the bikini.   I ignored his movements, looking down at my breasts. The 2 cups barely covered them, the edges of my dark areolas from each breast were sticking out noticeably. The meat from my tits pushed tightly together making them seem even bigger than they were. Of course, the bikini was at least two sizes smaller than required for my bigger breasts and ass.   Grandpa stood up, taking a good look at me. “She looks very fuckable.”  The statement stunned me, and obviously Mr Mohan, who definitely wasn’t expecting that. “Uhh… yes… yes, Venkayya Ji.”, he stammered.

“I could not find a proper bikini for her size. Most of our models are flat chested.”. He moved away from my back, standing a few feet behind me.   Grandpa placed his hand on my left breast, gently squeezing it. “Do you like this bikini?”, he asked softly.  “Yes, Grandpa.” I lied, looking down at his hand.   “Shall we head to the garden?”, Mr Mohan asked. Grandpa let my breast go, heading towards the front door, opening it wide.   Fuck. The realization of me having to go outside dressed like this hit me like a ton of bricks.   “No. no… not dressed like this…”, I took two steps back, bumping into Mr Mohan.   “Oh, I almost forgot.”, He went back to the luggage bag and pulled out a small bottle of coconut oil. “This will make her skin glisten under the sunlight.”, he said with a wide smile on his face.

He held my hand, guiding me to the rattan chair and sat down. I stood in front of him, wearing this bright yellow bikini that barely covered my most intimate parts. Grandpa went outside. I could see him walking down the porch area, probably heading to his usual spot on the swing. It was really bright and sunny out, closing in to the middle of the day.   Mr Mohan looked up at me, both of us alone in the hall. He squirted some oil onto his palms and slowly started to rub my legs, massaging the oil into my skin up to my thighs. “Your Grandpa was right, you do look very fuckable in this.”, he grinned at me. Squirting more oil onto his palms, he started to rub it between my legs, squeezing and pinching my pussy lips together with his fingers. “I know a lot of men who would love to play with this little pussy of yours. They will make you career grow.”, he smiled.   I remained quiet, watching him as he moved towards my breasts, slowly rubbing more coconut oil onto them, his fingers making sure to touch my hard nipples as he massaged me.

“Hmm…so soft…”, he whispered, as he grabbed both my breasts, pushing them together. A little bit more of my dark areolas peeked out, the nipple barely hiding inside the bikini top. He finished rubbing more oil on my arms and picked up the camera again. “Ok dear, let’s go.”  I peeked out the front door, the walls surrounding the garden were about 4 feet high. Thankfully, the surrounding roads looked empty. I felt Mr Mohan’s hand grab my ass, pushing me outside. Grandpa was sitting down on his usual spot, on the swing, watching us. His eyes lit up as he saw me walking out, my body shining under the sunlight, the bright yellow bikini barely holding my assets in.   “Wonderful. She looks great Mohan.”  “Thank you, Venkayya Ji”,   “Come here, Dear.”  I slowly walked towards Grandpa. He remained seated as he bent down to take a closer look at my bikini bottom. He reached out, pulling the thin material out, crumpling it into a tight string. He slowly adjusted it so the string would fit snugly in between my slit.



My fat pussy lips were fully exposed, hugging the string from the outside, giving me a camel toe. His right thumb and index finger pinched my pussy lips together, making the string dig deeper into me.  “Perfect.”, he said, looking at his handywork.   “Stand beside your Grandpa, ma”, I heard Mr Mohan from behind me. I adjusted myself to stand beside the swing, Grandpa wrapped his hand around my waist, making sure that my barely covered breasts and pussy were fully exposed to the camera. *Click. *Click. *Click.   “Come to the garden, ma.”, Mr Mohan held my left hand, guiding me down towards the grassy area. I kept peeking out over the wall, afraid anybody would see me in this embarrassing get up. I could hear birds chirping and chickens clucking all around me.   “Uncle, can we finish this fast…”, I asked him as he made me sit on the grass.   “I will do my best.”, he said, with a little smirk on his face. “OK. Lie down sideways”  I lied down on the right side of my body, resting my head on my right hand.   “Look at the camera and smile…”. *Click. *Click. “Lift up you left leg.”  I slowly spread my legs, my juicy camel toe coming into the camera’s view. *Click. *Click.   “Lie down on your back, spread your legs and look up towards me.”  I followed his instructions, moving my oily legs apart. *Click. *Click. *Click  “Arch your back upwards…”, he said, a little smile on his face. “Pull your tits out.”  “What… no… no…. not outside… please”, I cried out. “People will see…”  “There is no one here.”, he said softly.

“It’s just the two of us.”, he arched his face towards Grandpa. I looked up at the swing, Grandpa had dozed off again while watching us, probably waiting for everything to be over so he could fuck me again before I left.  Sigh. I slowly pulled out my breasts from the bikini top, my dark oily nipples shining under the sunlight. Pushing the cups under my boobs so they stick out firmly towards Mr Mohan.   “Perfect.” *Click. *Click. “Spread your legs wider apart, ma.” *Click. *Click. *Click.  I heard some shuffling sounds from behind the wall. A soft gruff voice called out to us.   “Hello. What are you doing?”,the voice said.  

An old face was looking at us from over the wall.  From his view, he could see Mr Mohan squatting down, pointing his camera at me, but he could only see the top of my head, my arched back blocking the view of my breasts and spread legs.   “Good morning Da Da Ji.”, Mr Mohan called out cheerily. I immediately tried to stick my breasts back into the bikini top, struggling at how tight it was. Fuck. I would have to untie the top and readjust my breasts into it. I just kept my head down, closing my legs. Making sure the man behind me could only see the back of my head and my arched back.   “Morning Mohan. What are the two of you doing?”, the soft gruff voice asked again, I could hear genuine curiosity. I slowly turned my head, trying to look at who it was. An old dark face looked back at me, unkept black and white hair and a long scraggly beard on his heavily wrinkled face. I saw him carrying a dirty shovel over his shoulder. Fuck. It was a local villager. Thank God, I didn’t recognize him.  


“We are doing a photoshoot, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Mohan replied. I could see his cock bulging out under his pants, the outline very obvious.   “Photoshoot?”, he said softly, “For what?”, his eyes looking at my scared face.   “She is going to become a model.”, Mr Mohan said, letting out a little laugh.   “Hmmm…why is she wearing her underwear?”  Fuck. Obviously, he could see most of my body was out of the open, my privates were still covered by my arched back. Oh God. Just stop asking questions and leave already, I was thinking in my head.   “Hahahahahaha…. It’s not underwear Da Da Ji. It’s a swimsuit…”. Mr Mohan stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me upwards. No no no no no. I felt my body lunge upwards, my hand immediately covering my exposed nipples, the other hand covering my pussy. I looked down at my feet, avoiding the old villager’s eyes.   “It doesn’t look like it is covering anything.”, he stared at me curiously.” It just looks like underwear.”  Mr Mohan’s eyes lit up; an idea suddenly came to his head.

“Da Da Ji, come in, let me show you the difference.”  I whispered frantically. “Uncle, what!!!! No… please….”. Mr Mohan ignored me. I looked at Grandpa, he was still asleep on his swing, his head hanging downwards. Fuck. I looked up as the old man slowly opened the gate and walked towards us. We were shaded under the big tree in the garden. The old man looked like a beggar, wearing a torn t-shirt and pants, walking barefooted on the grass. He still had the shovel over his left shoulder, holding the wooden base with his left hand.    He slowly approached closer, not taking his eyes off me. I tried to hide my body behind Mr Mohan, still trying my best to cover my breasts and pussy from his eyes.   The villager stood in front of us, still looking at me curiously. Mr Mohan had a sly smile on his face, his right hand still holding the camera.  “Show him your bikini, dear.”, he grabbed my wrist with his left hand, pulling me beside him.

I nearly lost my footing as I stumbled beside him, covering my body.   “Bikini?”, the villager said out loud.  “Bikini, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Mohan laughed, “It’s what you call this suit.”  “Oh..”, the old man was looking at my flat belly.   “Take your hands off your body, dear.”, Mr Mohan said softly towards me. “Show him your swim suit.”  “Uncle… please… no….”, I whispered back towards him, scared and humiliated by what is going on right now.   “Shh…it’s ok.”, his left hand gently stroking my arm. “Show him then we can continue.”  With a heavy sigh, I slowly moved my arms to my sides, showing the old man my body, I kept my head tilted downwards, but my eyes were watching the villager’s every move. His jaw dropped looking at me. My breasts were sticking out from the bikini top, my dark areolas on full display with my oily hard nipples poking out towards him. My fat puffy pussy lips out in the open with the bikini disappearing in between my slit.



I stood there like a statue, my mind blank, showcasing my body to this stranger.  “Doesn’t she look nice?”, Mr Mohan said, placing his left hand on my ass, gently giving it a squeeze. He used a bit of force and pushed me closer towards the old man.   The villager was stunned, his eyes seemed confused at which part of me to look at. “Wow…”, he gasped softly. “She is a model?”  “I am going to make her one. That is why we are taking photos.”, Mr Mohan replied, smiling widely. He was excited watching the old man’s reactions.   “This underwear she is wearing…”, the villager said softly.  “Bikini. Yes?”  “Bi..kini… I can see everything.” his eyes looking down at my puffy pussy lips. This was so embarrassing.   “Yes… the material is different from normal underwear, Da Da ji.”, Mr Mohan said cheekily. “Feel it.”  Wait. What. Is he kidding?  The villager didn’t wait for any response from me, immediately, placing the palm of his right hand on my pubic area, feeling the thin yellow bikini bottom. “Yes… it is not like normal cloth…”, he slowly pulled the bikini out a bit, looking down at my clean-shaven mound.   *Click. *Click. *Click. Fuck. Mr Mohan was taking pictures of this stranger’s hand on me.  

The old man slowly let the bikini go, his finger tracing down to my exposed pussy. He pinched the left puffy meat with his thumb and index finger, pulling it open. Thank God my slit was still covered by the crumpled yellow string. He gently pressed the flesh, feeling the smooth soft skin on his fingers. *Click. *Click*. The villager paid no mind to the camera, his attention focused on my pussy.   “The top is different as well, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Mohan looked up from the little camera screen. “You can feel hard material on it to support her breasts.”. he looked at me, giving me a wink. Bastard.   The villager shifted his eyes to my breasts, my dark nipples protruding towards his face.   “Let me feel.”, he whispered. He dropped the shovel to the ground. Slowly grabbing my breasts from below, holding them up to his face. His face full of excitement looking at my young body. He gently pinched my nipples, pulling them outwards, twirling the hard nubs with his fingers. *Click. *Click. *Click. Mr



Mohan was busy beside us taking every shot.   The old man slowly bent his body, positioning his face close to my breasts. Oh no. I watched his dry black lips open up as he took my left nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently. His released his grip from my right boob. “Mmmm..”, he moaned softly , his eyes closed. I could feel his teeth gently nibbling on my nipple. With his free hand, he unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, slowly stroking it.   From my point of view, I could only see the top of his head, the dirty black and white hair slowly moving as he gently suckled me. *Click. *Click. The old man was rubbing his cock hard now. Moaning loudly as he switched to my right nipple, trying to take my entire areola into his mouth as well.  

The villager smelt quite bad, but I barely paid any attention, my mind was racing, feeling the tongue tease and play with my right hard nipple in the old man’s mouth. “Aaaa..”, I moaned softly, my eyes slowly rolling back.  *Click. *Click. “Dear, why don’t you help him.”, Mr Mohan asked.  I reached under the old man’s body, trying to find for his stroking hand. Fuck. Why could I not reject this. After being teased on the couch just now, and now with my nipples being played with. I was so damn horny. I found the villager’s cock, grabbing it hard. It didn’t feel big in the palm of my hand.   The old man’s body jerked up, standing straight, looking me in the eyes. I avoided his gaze, looking down at the old cock I was touching. I slowly pulled the foreskin back, the black head oozing precum. He looked to be close to about 6 inches, thin and veiny, but the mushroom head was thick and fat. I slowly started to stroke him.   “Ahhhh…mmm….ahhh”, the villager closed his eyes, taking in the pleasure I was giving him. *Click. *Click. *Click.   “Suck his old cock.”, Mr Mohan stood beside me, whispering into my ear softly.  



I dropped to my knees as if in a trance. Still slowly stroking the base of his cock, the fat head bulging out towards me. *Click. I heard the camera go off again. I stuck my tongue out, licking the little bit of pre cum out of his pee hole. I could smell stale piss coming from him. His body jerked up, his eyes wide open looking down at me, his face in shock as I slowly took the mushroom head into my mouth. *Click. *Click. *Click.   I slowly sucked him. “Ooohhhh.”, I heard a soft moan as he placed his dirty right hand on my head, stroking my hair. I closed my eyes, taking his cock in deeper into my mouth, my nose grazing against his white pubic hair. “Ohh…. ahhhh.”, the villager moaned as he slowly moved his hips forward. I kept sucking , playing with the mushroom head with my tongue, cleaning his cock.   *Click. *Click. *Click. Mr Mohan was walking around us, taking shots at every angle.  

I felt his body jerk up again. Warm bitter cum started to flow down my throat. Oh shit. I didn’t want to swallow it but it was too late. I tried to move my head away but the old man held his grip on my head. “Ahhhhh….”, One final moan as I tasted another spurt of cum exit him onto my tongue. He finally let my head go as I collapsed backwards onto the grass, trying to spit out whatever cum that was still inside my mouth.   The old man stood there, smiling widely, looking at me. Mr Mohan walked beside me, his camera facing downwards, using his left hand to grip my under arm and brought me up. My tits were jiggling as I moved.   The villager slowly stuck his cock back into his pants and zipped up, looking at me. “Thank you, dear.”, he said, coming in for a hug. He planted a kiss on my lips, tasting his cum on me. I felt his right-hand wrap around me, grabbing my ass, squeezing it hard.     “Did you enjoy it, Da Da Ji?”, Mr Mohan asked, looking at him.  ”Fantastic Mohan. Thank you also.”, he released his grip from my bum, and put it together in a praying motion, thanking Mr Mohan.

Why the fuck was he thanking him for? I did all the work. I felt the anger rise up in me. First Grandpa, now Mr Mohan were using me like a slut. We both watched as the old man slowly picked up his shovel, making his way out towards the gate. He waved at us as he slowly walked away.   “Thank was great. Amazing shots.”, Mr Mohan commented, his eyes looking at the camera screen, grinning. “It’s my turn now.”. He grabbed my arm, pulling me back towards to front door of the house.   As we got closer, we saw Grandpa standing there at the entrance, his cock out of his dhoti. He was holding the base of the shaft, pointing it at my direction. “Did you have fun, Dear?”, he asked me, smiling slightly.