Village girl Amala (50th episode)

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-50-

 

After hearing the story of Kiran and his addiction to sex and drinking cum, Amala thought for a while on how to help Swapna’s family to cover this serious issue.  Yes, it’s their mistake to have open sex that influenced the young boy without parents. Uncle Ramana drinking alcohol and fucking Swapna in the living room had spoiled the boy. Then aunty in the name of giving motherly love to the orphan boy offered herself to him and then slowly the boy got used to fucking aunty in open and when uncle scolded him, the boy left the house only to be rescued by Swapna from some goondas.  This incident made them to pamper him even more. To such an extent that he cant live without sex and drinking cum

Amala thought of several alternatives and finally zeroed down on this plan. This will work.

Next day morning around 6, that boy came and without waking up Swapna, had lifted her skirt up and removed her panty and was about to put his dick.. that’s when Amala stopped him !!!

The boy is very shy but when it comes to sex, he wont care about surroundings but when Amala stopped him, he got angry. Amala knows its delicate situation, she leaned over his shoulder and whispered into his ears “Kiran, you want to fuck me ?”

His anger came down, she continued “Kiran, do what I say then you can fuck me like Swapna”

That boy got up from Swapna who woke with up hearing the commotion. Swapna is surprised as Amala is almost hugging him from back.

“Kiran, if you study hard and get IIT seat, I will help you in that, then you can fuck me every week , in the campus .. its my promise”

That boy’s dick flattened. Swapna is unable to believe what Amala is saying

Amala continued .. “Kiran, I know since its very tough to get IIT seat , whatever promise I made may not materialize at all. Just to let you know I am not telling lies, I will let you fuck me now.. but on one condition that you shouldn’t lick your cum !!!”

His face says it all.. he is so happy , he nodded in silence indicating his acceptance and soon Amala bent down on her fore arms lifting her ass up and pulling her panty down.. Kiran immediately settled behind her and he started fucking her in his usual style.  As Amala is looking into Swapna’s eyes, she started crying.. “Amala.. stop this.. you deserve better life.. please.. we will find another solution” ,  Amala doesn’t want that boy to get any doubt on the seriousness of her promise, she pulled her friend Swapna down and dragged her feet and removed her panty and started licking her down there..



Kiran is pumping Amala hard looking to Swapna’s eyes and pussy and pully Amala by her hair.. he reached his peak and fucked another minute and just before release Amala turned back and grabbed his big dick and took its head into her mouth to receive his hot juices.. not giving that boy any chance to drink his cum.. as he released his thick hot semen in tranches she swallowed his juices happily and he collapsed on the floor in exhaustion , Swapna got up and sat on his face and pulled his face hard on her pussy and made him lick hard and wild.. “Kiran, do as Amala akka said, your life will be settled.. study hard, get into IIT Delhi and fuck akka every week.. its her promise and I will fuck you every week while you are preparing for IIT , its my promise.. stop tasting cum , start tasting my juices..” , Swapna is shouting..

After a minute , she got up .. leaving Kiran to get some breath.. Before he could get any air, Amala sat on his face and rubbing her wet pussy on his face , she said “Kiran.. this is an offer that you wont get from any girl.. you are fucking aunty, stop that.. study hard.. you are fucking Swapna akka, reduce that.. study hard.. just in six months your life will change.. I will see you in IIT Delhi”

Those words made an impact on his mind !!!

But coming out of addiction is not that easy and should be gradual..

Amala, Swapna, Kiran went to the back yard and Amala suggested we play some cricket..  

While playing cricket , Amala knocked him down.. part of the plan.. she has hit upper thigh with the hard cricket ball just enough for him to take rest in bed for a month.. the spot is near to his groin, so his dick cant even raise for a month !!!

The girls giggled and now Swapna thinks the plan will work.. she thanked her friend Amala once again and reminded her about family dinner. Amala knows how much Swapna’s pussy is itching for papa’s dick !!!

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From Swapna’s house Amala didn’t go home, she went to meet her favourite physics sir Prasad sir who was instrumental in getting her IIT seat.  He runs a training institute for IIT and has very good success rate. He amassed so much wealth , now he built a big house in that small town. Since couple of months, he stopped teaching as his wife died recently and also he wanted to retire early as he worked hard for 10 years.. wake up at 4 AM and sleep at 11 PM.. he used to cover so many batches

His daughter Sudha is close friend of Amala. Every one used to call him Prasad sir but Amala used to call him Prasad uncle as she is friend of Sudha and used to visit her house often

Since its unplanned, she didn’t even call her, Amala landed in their house.

Sudha is in living room doing her home work. Sir may be so great, but he couldn’t make his daughter get seat in IIT.. Of course IIT is so tough..

This is Amala’s first visit after getting IIT seat as she couldn’t meat Sir before going to Delhi as she was so much busy.  Sir was angry on her as he planned to felicitate her for getting such a good rank. Of course he gets some publicity but Amala is not interested in such activities. She just allowed him to put her photo in his marketing brochure.. anyway that business he handed over to his friend and Prasad sir has retired

Amala hugged Sudha and congratulated her on moving to such a big house while Sudha congratulated Amala for getting IIT seat. After few minutes, Amala is looking around for uncle.. Sudha told papa is in first floor taking rest.  Amala wanted to surprise uncle, she said she will go up and say hi to uncle and come back. Sudha said ok..

Amala took the stairs and went to first floor.. she saw one room with door slightly opened.. Amala went that side and she was walking slowly without any sound to surprise the uncle.. As she went near the door, she saw Uncle sitting on a chair in balcony with his back towards the door. She could see his back, but found something is wrong and weird. Amala watched in fascination. No doubt, Prasad Uncle had his back to her and he was fully clothed. But there was no mistaking what he was doing.

The elderly recently widowed, father of her dear friend Sudha, and was busy stroking himself fast and hard. His hand was holding the railing and his head was thrown back. His hand was moving in long strokes and short thrusts.... A rhythm she was familiar with for all the times she had masturbated her own papa to orgasm. That was how she managed papa and Anil uncle, when she needed to and it never took them too long to come.



But Prasad Uncle seemed to go on for quite a bit. His hand was clearly under his dhoti and every now and then, his tall broad frame shuddered. He paused as he relished that wave of pleasure and then gave himself a few more long strokes. As he leaned forward and sometimes back, he turned a bit which gave her a glimpse of his hand on his cock. It seemed a full fist and the head was jutting well beyond the clenched fist. Amala felt her throat itchy, and the dryness in breathing coming from excitement. She felt a release of fluid between her legs and she shifted uncomfortably.

Uncle was now hunched over. Hard strokes with the hand flying over the pillar of flesh he caressed lovingly. Then after a few short ones his head was thrown back and she heard the groan of satisfaction in the release and frustration at being alone by himself. He shook shuddered and spasmed, for several long seconds as he came. Amala watched in fascination as his body jerked. As the elderly man thrust, jerked and slowed down, she heard him exhale with a long and deep sigh. Satisfaction. And then a shudder and a stifled moan.

She stepped back out of the room, her feelings a mixture of embarrassment, sympathy, excitement and illicit thrill. She ought to have knocked or at least, cleared her throat. She glided down the stairs as silently. She came down to the kitchen and Sudha asked her, "Did you meat him?"

"He was in the bathroom," whispered Amala and stared out of the window. Aunty had died a few months ago after a protracted illness and Amala had come to spend time with her close friend Sudha and console father and daughter. Sudha was now quite reconciled but clearly her father had more problems than he could discuss with anyone. Amala shivered involuntarily at the thought of the cock she had seen him wield and lust raged through her body when she thought of how different it looked from what she had seen and experienced of her own papa. And then she remembered the college girl stories Sudha and she had exchanged years earlier when Sudha told her of the raucous noises from her parents room all those years ago.



Sudha got up in the middle of the night to get some water and she had heard loud moaning noises and some slapping sounds. When she peeked through the door which was ajar she had seen her mother sitting astride her father. Uncle had been slapping Auntie's sumptuous ass. Her saree had been pulled aside in the typical fashion that Indian's make love, not quite undressing but pulling aside clothes and raising skirts to accommodate the male. Her breasts were squeezed out under her blouse and bra and Uncle had been nipping at the flesh. Auntie was screaming, "Yes! "Bite me! Maul me! Take me!" Begging to be fucked harder and harder.



When Sudha had shared this story with Amala they had giggled with the usual thrill that college girls have for discussing all things sexual.

Now that memory came back to tell Amala the unstated story of Uncle's continuing sexual needs and how the absence of Aunty was causing him to be the way she had seen him now. The rich wetness between her legs scared her.

"Just take the tea for him," she whispered to Sudha and went to guest room to lie down for a bit.

As she lay back and closed her eyes she saw Uncle looming over her and she opened her eyes with a start. It was her imagination. She smiled a little smile to herself and closed her eyes again. And watched him come over her and sink his animal size cock into her cunt. Involuntarily her legs spread and she squirmed, wondering if she would be able to take the pillar in one stroke.

She caressed her lower belly, allowing herself the naughty indulgence of a very private pleasure. She rubbed herself, sighed, turned over and slipped into a long mid morning nap.

Later in the afternoon

Sudha made tea for papa and asked Amala to go and give.  Amala placed the cup on a tray and got the midday paper and slowly walked up the stairs.

There lay uncle sprawled on his easy chair, reading a newspaper. He didn't see her coming. And she didn't have any warning of what she was going to see as she came from behind him and looked over his shoulder.

Her eyes latched on to the tent in Uncle's dhoti. And the cloth which was held up, revealed a bit from the side to show the flesh of his cock. Amala stood transfixed. She saw the bulge twitch from the involuntary effects of a prolonged state of arousal. She quietly set down the tray, and moved closer to her friend's father. With one of her hands she lightly covered his mouth to let him know that he was not expected to say anything or stop her. The other hand slipped through the gap in the dhoti and her small hand closed around the raging cock. His eyes opened wide in shock.

  

Amala had unfulfilled promise to uncle for getting IIT seat.  During those days he was so close to her and there were rumours that he was very strict towards other girls, especially his own daughter but was cool to Amala. As he is burly and heavy, every girl is afraid of him, also Physics is the most difficult subject to learn and like many in that profession he is also short tempered. Later when she was in Delhi, some girls told her he used to call some girls to his house for private tuition and used to beat them on the ass if they don’t study well and also give special treat to some good girls who used to get good marks.. of course the girls would never tell anyone outside on what goes on in the private tuition as every one is afraid of Prasad Sir and their sole goal is to get IIT seat

 

Amala skipped the facilitation function but she promised him a special treat which at that time she was thinking of a hug and kiss like his daughter but now that she has tasted the love from men , the meaning of special treat has changed !!!

Her throat went dry as she surveyed the dimensions of the tool in her hand. Her fingers softly felt the skin, her thumb reached up as she held him the way one would hold a joystick of a videogame. Her thumb moved over the head and her fingers traced the line back down to the base of his cock. Her other hand now moved from covering his mouth to the back of his head and her fingers gripped his hair. Her hands slowly slid up and down the cock and with each move the paper rustled. The rustling followed a pattern as Amala's hand fell into a rhythm on the cock of her friend's father. The man groaned.

"Beti!" he said pleadingly, referring to her in Hindi as daughter for that is how he had addressed her for years now.

"Ssshhhhhh, uncle!" she whispered, "you know you need this. And then, have I not come here to help both of you overcome what you have been through?"

The man groaned in protest and threw his head back. He remembered the special treat that Amala promised him, has she come to give this old man that badly needed treat ?



Amala continued to slide her hand up and down the pillar of flesh. First she gave him steady long strokes and then one quick jerk. Then again she went back to long strokes followed by two quick thrusts. She kept her head down and eyes lowered. It was an act of kindness and she didn't want to acknowledge Uncle, or that she was masturbating her friend's father. Prasad Uncle's hands were gripping the arm rests of his chair and as his hips thrust upward his legs stretched out under him, as pleasure shot down his legs all the way to his toes.

Amala lovingly brought her other hand to the cock and changed hands how as her other hand needed rest. She remembered Sudha's narration of how long her dad could fuck and also the incident of the morning that she had witnessed. Her right hand now took charge while with the left hand she caressed the underside of his penis. Pre-cum oozed over her fingers as the elderly man started to juice up. She opened her fist to take in the fluid and use it to lubricate and continue the stroking. The wetness drove Prasad crazy, he hissed, his face contorted in ecstasy as his daughter's friend, this sexy young woman, pleasured him beyond his imagination.

 

His hands stretched and he surprised Amala by slipping it under her kameez, a task made easy by the fact that she was leaning and the top was easily accessible. She gasped as she felt the fingers of his large rough hand touch her torso just below her breast. The old man felt her breast through the lacy fabric of the bra. It was just a cup bra covering half her breast and he quickly folded down the lace edge to feel her nipple.

She shuddered, her hands gripping the cock harder. She needed this to end soon, before Sudha walked in. She couldn't stop Prasad Uncle from touching her after having made the first moves. Prasad's body was wracked with pleasure which was enhanced from the softness of her breast which he was now caressing furiously. Prasad was half sitting up from his previously reclining position in that chair. Her thumb moved over the head again and again. As he shuddered her mind quickly drew a map of his cockhead and zoomed in on the most sensitive zone. She leaned forward and quickly focused on stroking him hard and furiously on that side of his cock, making sure her thumb ran over the head as she stroked downward.



Her head was leaning forward over him. Her top gave him enough of a view of her soft breasts now jiggling with the effort of her stroking his cock. His hand changed orientation and he put his palm on her stomach his fingers pointing downward. She gasped. She stopped stroking him for a moment to control herself. Her head thrown back. His fingers slid into the top of her salwar and past her panty. He stroked her hair down there, the furry patch and he felt heat and dampness as his fingers discovered her pussy. He just covered the whole pussy palming her and letting his fingers caress rather than invade.

Yes, his world was centred around the waves of pleasure emanating from within him as her silken fingers firmly yet gently moved up and down his pulsating cock. But he was not able to shrug off the thought of what he was feeling with his daughter's friend. The smallness of her fist somehow adding to the thought that she was in every way smaller than him, younger, a different generation. And that prevented him from letting his fingers push apart the fingers that were so clearly soaked and aching for satiation.



She shuddered and her hands moved over his cock faster. Her hair fell forward, making for a gentle screen between his lust laden gaze and her head, just over his cock. He had no way of knowing how close she was with her luscious lips to the head of his cock. His hand rested on her head as he gently and suggestively pressed her to lower her head.

She resisted taking him in her mouth though a drop of saliva from her somehow wet mouth dripped on to the cock in her fist. She sucked in her breath and continued to hand fuck him faster and more furiously.

Uncle Prasad groaned loudly and closed his eyes. His legs were stretched as far as they would go and his toes were extended. His hips started to jerk and thrust violently. But what took him over the cliff was her hand which she brought up to his chest and started stroking the hair softly. Her hands were on him everywhere. He felt the cum surging up from his insides, boiling to the surface with an intensity. His knuckles went white as he gripped the arm rests.

Amala watched in fascination as the man under her hands twisted, turned and thrust himself. She could not close her wet open lips around his cock. Yet, something in her wouldn't allow her to move back either. She remained, tantalizingly close, her lips mimicking the act of taking him in and her mind reminding her of who she was with. Uncle Prasad.