Adultery The Glass Dolls (victims of the nature) (Upd Aug 01)

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On Sunday morning, Amrutha got into kitchen to make some food for her husband and daughter. She gets time only on Sunday to cook, that’s why she never misses the opportunity to cook on Sundays. The maid Komali helps her in cutting vegetables, washing utensils. While cooking, Amrutha likes to chat with Komali as maids have this habit of not hiding any secret, she would tell how romantic her husband is blah blah.. but unfortunately her husband and daughter stay in the village while Komali works in city and sends money to them, as education, rent is expensive in city



“madam, I need some 20000 rupees extra in addition to the regular salary”

“Komali, you never asked for extra money so far, why suddenly you are asking now ?”

There was silence from Komali for some time. Amrutha asked her again “what happened, why are you dull ?”

Komali with a sad tone said “madam.. my daughter Valli is not well”

“oh really ? what happened ?”

Again silence..

“tell me Komali.. is everything alright with Valli ?”

Komali gathered her composure and said “madam, this world is not for soft girls like Valli. She is a soft target for many men in the village. I can tolerate if some hungry boys and mad uncles stare at her and scan her beauty. What happened last week was cruel.. no girl should undergo that kind of torture..agony”

Amrutha was stunned, she looked at Komali, held her hands and asked “what happened Komali ? What happened to Valli ? she is such an adorable cute girl. Anyone tortured her ? tell me Komali”



“madam.. I will tell you since you are such a kind person and helped our family many times. Valli had faced an unfortunate and unimaginable torture, but god is kind, next day itself god gave punishment to that goonda and took away his life. He met with an accident and died on the spot”

“really ? tell me full story”

Komali started telling

Madam, I will tell whatever Valli told me.. two days back I went to village after getting call from my husband, Valli was in hospital and this is what she told me



Yesterday  after sch ool, I was walking back home carrying my books. There was another girl in the class next to mine. Her uncle used to come on a bicycle every day to take her home.

That day, as her uncle was about to take her away on the bicycle, he asked me, "Where do you live? I see you every day; you walk past our house constantly. Doesn't anyone come to pick you up?"

I told him where I lived. He remarked, "Oh, that’s quite far away. Why don't you come with me? I can drop you off at your house on my bicycle."

For me simply owning a bicycle was a big deal. When he offered to drop me such a long distance away on it, I felt tempted. However, I hesitated to answer, wondering why I should go with a complete stranger. Just as he was about to leave, saying, "If you're too scared, that's up to you—we're leaving," I hurriedly said...

"I'll come," I said.

He seated the other girl on the back carrier, placed me on the front crossbar of the bicycle, and we set off.

Because I was sitting on the front crossbar and holding my books—resting them on the bicycle's handlebars—I ended up sitting quite far back on that bar. As he pedalled, the friction of his thighs rubbing against mine made me feel a strange sensation. Moreover, because I was sitting behind him, he had to lean forward to pedal, causing his chest to press and rub against my back. Until that day, I had never experienced the touch of a man. Somehow, we reached their house in about eight to ten minutes. He dropped the girl off, turned to me, and asked, "By the way, what is your name? You never told me."

"You didn't ask me my name," I replied, telling him it was Valli.

Looking at his niece, he said, "Tell mother I’m dropping Valli off at her house and then heading straight to a friend's place, so I’ll be back tonight." With that, he sped off on the bicycle.

As we zoomed along, I felt like I was floating on air.

Suddenly, the bicycle veered off the main road onto a side path. Alarmed, I asked, "Why are we going this way? My house isn't in this direction."

"I know, Valli... this is a shortcut."

"There are mango orchards and such this way... taking this route saves a lot of distance," he said, steering his bicycle forward along the dirt track.

As we went along, the path narrowed until it became nothing more than a slender footpath. The entire area was desolate—a dense forest filled with a silence so profound it felt unsettling, almost frightening.

There wasn't a soul in sight; the trees had grown thick and tangled, creating a truly intimidating atmosphere.

He stopped the bicycle near a cluster of dense bushes. Frightened, I asked, "Why are you stopping here?"

"Oh, nothing, I just stopped to relieve myself. By the way... why are you still carrying those books? The carrier at the back is empty now, isn't it? Hand them over; if we put them there, your arms won't ache." Without waiting for my reply, he reached beneath the books I was clutching to my chest and took them from my hands.

As he reached for the books and slid his hands underneath, his fingers pressed firmly against my bosom, digging into my chest.

Overcome by the natural shyness and panic of a young girl, I instinctively let go of the books; some fell into his hands, while others tumbled to the ground.

"Oh dear... why the panic?" As he placed the books from his hands onto the bicycle's rear carrier and turned back to gather the rest, I bent down and began picking up the scattered books one by one; meanwhile, he just stood there by the bicycle, watching me...



Why are you just standing there after knocking all my books to the ground? As he stared intently at me, saying, "Come, help me sort out my books," I looked down at myself. Since my mother always stitched my clothes loosely to accommodate my growing body, the loose blouse I was wearing sagged forward; my budding breasts—still small like apples—were fully exposed to his view, nipples and all. Startled, I instantly clutched the books I was holding against my chest and stood up straight.



Smiling, he came over and gathered the remaining books one by one. Finally, as he reached for the books in my hands, he deliberately pressed his hands against my breasts—a touch I could clearly feel—before taking the books away. He placed them on his bicycle carrier, took a couple of steps aside, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his manhood. Turning sideways so I could see, he began to urinate in a strong, hissing stream.

It was the first time in my life I had ever seen a man's private part; it was thick and long, standing erect like a sweet potato. The tip looked reddish, rounded, and glistening with moisture. Because there was very little distance between us, I could see it all with startling clarity.

My throat went dry, and a strange anxiety washed over me; I could feel my heart pounding wildly. I was gripped by fear, yet at the same time... A sense of suspense, filled with indefinable, strange desires...

He finished urinating; holding his manhood, he shook it up and down to flick off the last few drops.

I stared at his manhood, mesmerized, forgetting even to blink.

He turned towards me without a shred of shame or hesitation, as if this were the most normal thing in the world; his manhood was still exposed in his hands.

Regaining my senses—though I was in a state where I hardly knew what I was saying—I blurted out, "Ew... ew... ew... why are you walking around like that? Put it away."

He smiled faintly and began taking steps toward me.

I stepped backward, filled with fear.

In a single bound, he lunged at me, grabbed me in an embrace, and pressed his erect manhood firmly between my thighs.

Strangely, his manhood was pressing directly against my crotch, right between my thighs.

I was terrified; tears streamed down my face.

"Don't do anything to me... please... let me go... I want to go home," I sobbed.

"Shh... you shouldn't cry like that. You're saying this out of ignorance, but once you taste the pleasure in this... you'll come looking for me, wanting it again and again," I said... Unexpectedly, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the midst of some dense bushes.

By the time I realized what was happening, I found myself lying on soft bedding amidst the bushes. He laid me down and positioned himself over me; his manhood was pressing hard against my thighs, feeling as rigid as a crowbar. It seemed he had made prior arrangements to create a comfortable spot for lying down there. As I wept, he snapped at me sternly, "Look, if you keep crying like this, I’m actually going to fuck you."

Terrified, I instantly stopped the sobbing and hiccupping that had gripped me until then.

Then, planting a kiss on my cheek, he said, "Valli, you're a good girl... look here... if you stay just like this for five minutes, you'll understand exactly what I'm about to do." Unexpectedly, he cupped my face in his hands and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. "See? This is called a kiss. Have you ever seen your mom and dad kissing like this?" Saying this, he kissed my lips even more firmly and for a longer time...

My heart was pounding—a mix of fear and anticipation... Yet, alongside that fear, I felt a certain desire and a curiosity about what would happen next. He began trying to part my lips and slip his tongue into my mouth...

The fear hadn't left me yet; I kept my lips tightly pressed together. Gently and tenderly, he said, "Part your lips, Valli... If you keep them clamped shut like that, how will you taste the sweetness of the kiss?" He said...

As if under a spell, I parted my lips... and instantly, his tongue slid into my mouth.

His tongue swirled within mine... and slowly, I began to lose control of my body.

I lost track of time as he kissed me... nor did I realize when my arms had wrapped themselves around him.

By the time I regained my senses, my blouse had been pushed all the way up, leaving my breasts completely bare; his hands were firmly cupping them from the base and kneading them gently—a sensation where a sweet kind of ache mingled with pleasure, intoxicating me further. As that heady pleasure washed over my entire body, I opened my heavy, dazed eyes, broke away from the kiss, and—looking slowly into his eyes—asked, "What are you doing to me?"

"Don't you know what I'm doing to you? I'm giving you a taste of the pleasure of fucking," he said, adding, "Tell me the truth... how does it feel when I kiss you like this and gently knead your breasts?" He asked...

 

"I don't know... but my whole body feels intoxicated and overwhelmed with a strange sensation," I said.

"That’s exactly what I’m asking—how does it feel when your body is overcome by that intoxication?" he asked.

"It feels wonderful... being crushed in your hands like this... feeling that intoxication spread through my body... I feel like staying in your grasp forever, letting that intoxicating feeling grow even stronger," I said, blushing deeply.

"That’s the spirit... now you’re finally on my wavelength... just wait and see," he said. As he moved slightly down my body, he suddenly took my left breast fully into his mouth; swirling his tongue around the nipple, he gently nibbled at it with his teeth. At that, I let out sweet, low moans—"Sss... ah... mmm... ah... what are you doing?... mmm... ah... oh my... it feels so good... mmm"—and, dazed with pleasure, I pressed his face even closer against my breasts.

As he buried his face in my breasts—taking my right breast fully into his mouth, gently nibbling at it with his teeth, while his other hand softly kneaded my left breast—I moaned softly, "Ah... mmm... sss... ah... oh God..." and, in a haze of pleasure, pressed him even closer against my body.

 

Just then, he lifted my hips and pulled down my panties; I raised my waist to help him remove them. In an instant, the panties slipped off and fell away.

While still sucking on my breasts, he stripped off all his own clothes. Seeing him lie naked and completely bare upon me stirred a strange, intense desire deep within me. I had only ever seen small children naked before, but seeing a grown man naked and lying on top of me didn't make me feel shy; instead, intense sexual desires surged through my body, shaking me to the core.

He lay upon me, his eyes heavy with intoxication—as if he were dead drunk—and as he moved to claim me and take my womanhood, I remained spellbound, gazing at his naked body.

Disregarding my feelings or emotions, he played with my body exactly as he pleased.