23-05-2026, 03:48 PM
He reached for the veshti, untying it with quick movements. The fabric fell away, leaving him completely naked before her. His cock hung between his thighs, already hardening again at the sight of her.
Yazhini’s eyes dropped to his cock, her lips parting on a small gasp. She’d seen it before, had it in her mouth just minutes ago, but seeing it now, knowing what was about to happen, made her breath catch in her throat.
Selvam climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her thighs. He could see the moisture glistening between her legs, the evidence of her arousal making his cock throb.
“Are you sure, ma?” he asked, his voice rough with need. “We can stop if you want to.”
Yazhini shook her head, her eyes meeting his with a determination that surprised him. “I’m sure,” she said. “I want this. I want you.”
Selvam’s hand moved between her thighs, his fingers finding her center. She was wet, so wet, her body already ready for him. He circled her entrance with one finger, feeling the heat of her, the tightness.
Yazhini gasped, her back arching off the bed. Her hands came up to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
“Uncle,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Please.”
Selvam positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. He could feel the heat of her, the wetness, the tightness that waited for him.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
Yazhini nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation and fear. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, her body trembling beneath him.
Selvam pulled back, his hands sliding down her sides. He needed to slow down. Needed to prepare her properly. His mouth found her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, the remnants of his cum still clinging to her throat. He kissed a trail down to her collarbone, then lower, between her small breasts. Her heart hammered beneath his lips, the rapid thud-thud-thud matching his own pulse.
He moved lower still, his mouth traveling down her stomach. The skin here was smooth and warm, untouched by sun. He kissed the dip of her navel, his tongue tracing the shallow hollow. Yazhini’s stomach muscles contracted beneath his lips, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Uncle,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Selvam continued his descent, his lips brushing the soft skin just above the dark curls between her thighs. He could smell her arousal now, warm and musky, mixing with the jasmine scent still clinging to her hair. His cock throbbed at the scent, but he forced himself to focus on her.
He settled between her thighs, his hands on her inner legs, spreading them wider. She was completely exposed to him now, her most intimate parts glistening in the moonlight. Selvam’s breath caught at the sight of her... so young, so untouched, so ready for him.
He lowered his mouth to her center, his tongue finding her clit with practiced precision. The taste of her flooded his senses... clean and sweet with an underlying musk that made his cock twitch. He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue, applying gentle pressure.
Yazhini’s reaction was immediate. Her thighs clamped around his head, her hands flying to his hair. “Uncle!” she gasped, her voice high with surprise.
Selvam held her legs apart with gentle but firm hands, keeping her open to his mouth. He continued his attentions, his tongue working her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Her inexperience showed in every response... the way she tried to close her legs against the intensity, then forced them wider, her hips bucking in short, awkward jolts.
He kept his tongue strictly on her clit and the outer folds, circling, pressing, pulling back to read every twitch of her hips. He deliberately kept his fingers outside her, wanting to be the one to break her seal with his cock and nothing else. That privilege was his alone.
Yazhini’s breathing changed, becoming more erratic, more desperate. Her hands tugged at his hair, not sure if she wanted to pull him closer or push him away. Her hips moved in uncoordinated thrusts, her body responding to sensations it had never experienced before.
“Uncle, I... I don’t... “ she gasped, her words dissolving into a moan as Selvam sucked her clit between his lips.
He felt her body tense beneath him, her inner muscles clenching around nothing. He increased the pressure of his tongue, circling faster, feeling her approach the edge. Her thighs trembled against his hands, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid.
When she came, it was with a sharp cry that echoed off the bare walls of the bedroom. Her body arched off the bed, her hands gripping his hair with surprising strength. Selvam continued his attentions, gentler now, helping her ride the waves of pleasure.
Her body went limp beneath him, her chest heaving with each breath. Selvam kissed his way back up her body, tasting her on his lips. When he reached her face, he found her eyes wide and glassy, her lips parted in wonder.
“What was that?” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
Selvam smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Your first orgasm,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “But not your last.”
Yazhini’s eyes widened further. “That was... I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
Selvam kissed her softly, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Her arms came around his neck, pulling him closer. He could feel her heart still racing against his chest, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
“I want more,” she whispered against his lips. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Selvam positioned himself between her spread thighs, his knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her hips. His cock hung heavy between them, thick and dark in the moonlight, the head swollen and glistening with her wetness from where he’d pressed against her entrance.
He gripped the base with one hand, his fingers wrapping around the shaft just above his balls. The skin was hot beneath his palm, the veins prominent against his grip. He brought the swollen head to her center and dragged it slowly up her slit, feeling the slick heat of her coating him. The wetness was abundant, her body still trembling from the orgasm he’d given her with his mouth.
He dragged the head down, then up again, painting himself in her arousal. The sensation was exquisite... her wetness warm and silky against his sensitive skin. He did it again, slower this time, feeling the swollen ridge of his cockhead catch against her folds.
Yazhini whimpered beneath him, her hips lifting off the mattress. She was rolling toward him now, chasing the pressure, her body instinctively seeking more contact. Her hands found his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
“Uncle,” she gasped, her voice high and desperate. “Please. I need... “
He notched the head against her opening, the tip pressing into the slick entrance. He began to push forward with slow, steady pressure, his eyes fixed on her face, watching for any sign of pain.
The resistance was immediate and total.
His cockhead met something firm and unyielding, a barrier that pushed back against him with surprising strength. Her unbroken hymen, the membrane was warm and elastic beneath the tip of his cock, taut and sealed and completely intact. The pressure was intimate in a way that made his balls draw up tight against his body.
Selvam froze. His breath came in ragged bursts, his chest heaving with the effort of holding still. The barrier held firm against his cockhead, warm and stubborn, refusing to give.
“Still sealed,” he murmured, his voice thick with awe. “After all these years, your little pussy is still completely untouched for me.”
He held there, his cockhead pressed firmly against her hymen, feeling the membrane dimple inward under the pressure. It was like pressing against a closed door... warm, smooth, stubbornly resistant. The sensation was unlike anything he’d felt in years. Decades. His cock throbbed against the barrier, the head swelling further.
He rocked his hips in tiny, deliberate circles. The movement made his cockhead nudge and stretch the membrane, the thin barrier dimpling inward before springing stubbornly back each time. The elastic resistance clung to his cockhead like a second mouth, warm and tight and completely unbroken.
He pulled back an inch, then pressed forward again. The membrane pushed back against him, the same firm resistance, the same warm pressure. He did it again, pulling back and pressing forward, feeling the barrier flutter and cling to his cockhead with each shallow thrust.
Yazhini whimpered beneath him, her nails pressing into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her hips lifting toward him with each forward press.
“Uncle,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “It feels so... I don’t know what... “
He drove forward with real pressure, his hips pushing his cockhead firmly against the barrier. The membrane stretched inward, dimpling deeper than before, but still held. The resistance was incredible... warm and smooth and tight around the tip of his cock, refusing to give despite the pressure.
Selvam held there, his breath ragged, his cock pulsing against the sealed entrance. He could feel her heartbeat through the barrier, rapid and fluttering against the head of his cock. The intimacy of it was overwhelming... her body so close to being his, the last thin membrane between them the only thing keeping her untouched.
He pulled back again, then pressed forward, the same slow, deliberate pressure. The barrier pushed back, the membrane clinging to his cockhead before springing back as he withdrew. He did it a third time, a fourth, each press stretching the hymen a fraction more, each withdrawal letting it snap back to its original shape.
The sensation was maddening. His cockhead was swollen and sensitive, every nerve ending alive against the warm, elastic resistance. He could feel the exact shape of the barrier, the way it curved inward under pressure, the way it clung to him like it was trying to keep him out.
Yazhini’s hands moved from his shoulders to his back, her nails dragging down his skin. Her body was trembling beneath him, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. She was trying to push her hips up, trying to take more of him, but the barrier held firm.
“It won’t... “ she gasped, her voice high and confused. “Why won’t it... “
Yazhini’s eyes dropped to his cock, her lips parting on a small gasp. She’d seen it before, had it in her mouth just minutes ago, but seeing it now, knowing what was about to happen, made her breath catch in her throat.
Selvam climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her thighs. He could see the moisture glistening between her legs, the evidence of her arousal making his cock throb.
“Are you sure, ma?” he asked, his voice rough with need. “We can stop if you want to.”
Yazhini shook her head, her eyes meeting his with a determination that surprised him. “I’m sure,” she said. “I want this. I want you.”
Selvam’s hand moved between her thighs, his fingers finding her center. She was wet, so wet, her body already ready for him. He circled her entrance with one finger, feeling the heat of her, the tightness.
Yazhini gasped, her back arching off the bed. Her hands came up to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
“Uncle,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Please.”
Selvam positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. He could feel the heat of her, the wetness, the tightness that waited for him.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
Yazhini nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation and fear. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, her body trembling beneath him.
Selvam pulled back, his hands sliding down her sides. He needed to slow down. Needed to prepare her properly. His mouth found her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, the remnants of his cum still clinging to her throat. He kissed a trail down to her collarbone, then lower, between her small breasts. Her heart hammered beneath his lips, the rapid thud-thud-thud matching his own pulse.
He moved lower still, his mouth traveling down her stomach. The skin here was smooth and warm, untouched by sun. He kissed the dip of her navel, his tongue tracing the shallow hollow. Yazhini’s stomach muscles contracted beneath his lips, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Uncle,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Selvam continued his descent, his lips brushing the soft skin just above the dark curls between her thighs. He could smell her arousal now, warm and musky, mixing with the jasmine scent still clinging to her hair. His cock throbbed at the scent, but he forced himself to focus on her.
He settled between her thighs, his hands on her inner legs, spreading them wider. She was completely exposed to him now, her most intimate parts glistening in the moonlight. Selvam’s breath caught at the sight of her... so young, so untouched, so ready for him.
He lowered his mouth to her center, his tongue finding her clit with practiced precision. The taste of her flooded his senses... clean and sweet with an underlying musk that made his cock twitch. He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue, applying gentle pressure.
Yazhini’s reaction was immediate. Her thighs clamped around his head, her hands flying to his hair. “Uncle!” she gasped, her voice high with surprise.
Selvam held her legs apart with gentle but firm hands, keeping her open to his mouth. He continued his attentions, his tongue working her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Her inexperience showed in every response... the way she tried to close her legs against the intensity, then forced them wider, her hips bucking in short, awkward jolts.
He kept his tongue strictly on her clit and the outer folds, circling, pressing, pulling back to read every twitch of her hips. He deliberately kept his fingers outside her, wanting to be the one to break her seal with his cock and nothing else. That privilege was his alone.
Yazhini’s breathing changed, becoming more erratic, more desperate. Her hands tugged at his hair, not sure if she wanted to pull him closer or push him away. Her hips moved in uncoordinated thrusts, her body responding to sensations it had never experienced before.
“Uncle, I... I don’t... “ she gasped, her words dissolving into a moan as Selvam sucked her clit between his lips.
He felt her body tense beneath him, her inner muscles clenching around nothing. He increased the pressure of his tongue, circling faster, feeling her approach the edge. Her thighs trembled against his hands, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid.
When she came, it was with a sharp cry that echoed off the bare walls of the bedroom. Her body arched off the bed, her hands gripping his hair with surprising strength. Selvam continued his attentions, gentler now, helping her ride the waves of pleasure.
Her body went limp beneath him, her chest heaving with each breath. Selvam kissed his way back up her body, tasting her on his lips. When he reached her face, he found her eyes wide and glassy, her lips parted in wonder.
“What was that?” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
Selvam smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Your first orgasm,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “But not your last.”
Yazhini’s eyes widened further. “That was... I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
Selvam kissed her softly, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Her arms came around his neck, pulling him closer. He could feel her heart still racing against his chest, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
“I want more,” she whispered against his lips. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Selvam positioned himself between her spread thighs, his knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her hips. His cock hung heavy between them, thick and dark in the moonlight, the head swollen and glistening with her wetness from where he’d pressed against her entrance.
He gripped the base with one hand, his fingers wrapping around the shaft just above his balls. The skin was hot beneath his palm, the veins prominent against his grip. He brought the swollen head to her center and dragged it slowly up her slit, feeling the slick heat of her coating him. The wetness was abundant, her body still trembling from the orgasm he’d given her with his mouth.
He dragged the head down, then up again, painting himself in her arousal. The sensation was exquisite... her wetness warm and silky against his sensitive skin. He did it again, slower this time, feeling the swollen ridge of his cockhead catch against her folds.
Yazhini whimpered beneath him, her hips lifting off the mattress. She was rolling toward him now, chasing the pressure, her body instinctively seeking more contact. Her hands found his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
“Uncle,” she gasped, her voice high and desperate. “Please. I need... “
He notched the head against her opening, the tip pressing into the slick entrance. He began to push forward with slow, steady pressure, his eyes fixed on her face, watching for any sign of pain.
The resistance was immediate and total.
His cockhead met something firm and unyielding, a barrier that pushed back against him with surprising strength. Her unbroken hymen, the membrane was warm and elastic beneath the tip of his cock, taut and sealed and completely intact. The pressure was intimate in a way that made his balls draw up tight against his body.
Selvam froze. His breath came in ragged bursts, his chest heaving with the effort of holding still. The barrier held firm against his cockhead, warm and stubborn, refusing to give.
“Still sealed,” he murmured, his voice thick with awe. “After all these years, your little pussy is still completely untouched for me.”
He held there, his cockhead pressed firmly against her hymen, feeling the membrane dimple inward under the pressure. It was like pressing against a closed door... warm, smooth, stubbornly resistant. The sensation was unlike anything he’d felt in years. Decades. His cock throbbed against the barrier, the head swelling further.
He rocked his hips in tiny, deliberate circles. The movement made his cockhead nudge and stretch the membrane, the thin barrier dimpling inward before springing stubbornly back each time. The elastic resistance clung to his cockhead like a second mouth, warm and tight and completely unbroken.
He pulled back an inch, then pressed forward again. The membrane pushed back against him, the same firm resistance, the same warm pressure. He did it again, pulling back and pressing forward, feeling the barrier flutter and cling to his cockhead with each shallow thrust.
Yazhini whimpered beneath him, her nails pressing into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her hips lifting toward him with each forward press.
“Uncle,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “It feels so... I don’t know what... “
He drove forward with real pressure, his hips pushing his cockhead firmly against the barrier. The membrane stretched inward, dimpling deeper than before, but still held. The resistance was incredible... warm and smooth and tight around the tip of his cock, refusing to give despite the pressure.
Selvam held there, his breath ragged, his cock pulsing against the sealed entrance. He could feel her heartbeat through the barrier, rapid and fluttering against the head of his cock. The intimacy of it was overwhelming... her body so close to being his, the last thin membrane between them the only thing keeping her untouched.
He pulled back again, then pressed forward, the same slow, deliberate pressure. The barrier pushed back, the membrane clinging to his cockhead before springing back as he withdrew. He did it a third time, a fourth, each press stretching the hymen a fraction more, each withdrawal letting it snap back to its original shape.
The sensation was maddening. His cockhead was swollen and sensitive, every nerve ending alive against the warm, elastic resistance. He could feel the exact shape of the barrier, the way it curved inward under pressure, the way it clung to him like it was trying to keep him out.
Yazhini’s hands moved from his shoulders to his back, her nails dragging down his skin. Her body was trembling beneath him, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. She was trying to push her hips up, trying to take more of him, but the barrier held firm.
“It won’t... “ she gasped, her voice high and confused. “Why won’t it... “
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