[B1ryani]

**Author's Note** - Follow the adventures of Shanti as her body gets explored by her family members and strangers. 

The story includes heavy fondling and groping , exhibition , humiliation , old/young , group sex , insertion , anal and double penetration. This story is strictly fantasy and does not relate to anybody dead or alive . 

If you feel that this story eventually gets too dark for you, I would suggest for you to stop reading from the point you feel uncomfortable. I am writing this strictly from my imagination and not inspired by any real life cases/experiences. 


Chapter 1 - Santosh Dadi.


**Part 1.** 

The bell rang loudly as I started to stuff my books back into my bag. Looking at the sky, the clouds were starting to darken, little bolts of lightning in the distance. I flung the bag over my shoulder and exited the classroom, quickly making my way to the gates, hoping to miss the heavy downpour that’s coming. 

“Shanti!!Shanti!!”, I heard a voice shouting my name. I turned around and saw Manisha running towards me. 

“Heyyyyy …”, I shouted back at her, waving with a smile on my face, watching my friend running towards me. 

“Want to go over to Rahul’s house to chill?”, she asked me excitedly, referring to her newly formed relationship with our classmate. 

“Chill? ... with both of you?”, I laughed, “Don’t the two if you want some…well…private time?”, I asked her, snickering to myself. 

“Hey, come on.”, Manisha looks shyly down at her feet. She was indeed beautiful, with light brown skin, well rounded features and a sweet smile. A stark contrast with my darker skin and sharper features. My bigger breasts and ass were more appealing though, and I was proud of my assets. “It’s not like that… his parents are at home anyway.”, she laughed it off. 

“I don’t want to come in between you guys. Might get a little awkward then.”, I held her hand. “Go have fun.”, giving her a little wink. “I got to get home before it starts pouring anyway.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.”, she replied, waving as she walked away. I could see Rahul waiting for her at the guard house, casually giving me a wave as Manisha walked towards him. I smiled and waved back, turning back around. I picked up my pace as I heard lighting coming from the dark skies. 

I felt a drop of water land on my head. Shit. I’m not going to make it, I thought to myself. I looked up at the sky as it started to rain hard. Lifting my bag over my head, I started to run. Hold on, Jothi Nani’s house was nearby, probably I could wait there until the rain subsides. I kept running until I reached their front porch, panting hard. I swung my bag down to the floor, trying to catch my breath. 

Jothi Nani was my grandfather’s sister, married to Santosh Dadi. As my grandparents had passed away early, we used to spend a lot of time in Jothi Nani’s house as they did not have children of their own. Both Nani and Dadi always looked at me as their own granddaughter, showering me with gifts and expensive jewellery.  They loved me and my younger brother very much, always calling us over for lunch on weekends to spend time with us before we eventually get married and leave out village.. 

I knocked on the door and waited, shivering. My clothes clinging onto my wet body. 

“Who’s there?”, a soft voice asked from behind the door.

“It’s me Nani… Shanti.” 

The door flung open. “Mol, what are you doing here?!”, Jothi Nani stood there looking at me dripping from head to toe. Nani looked like the sweetest old Indian lady you would ever meet, ever ready to feed and take care of you. She should be in her late 60’s by now, I could not remember her exact age. She had married Santosh Dadi at the very young age of 19, who was 6 years elder. 

“Sorry Nani, it just started to rain. Can I wait here until it stops.”, I replied her, my teeth shattering a little. I picked up my bag as she moved aside to rush me into the house. 

“My poor baby…come in Mol,” she said, immediately taking the bag off my shoulder and putting it beside the entrance, closing the door behind her. “Quickly, go and take a bath before you get sick.”, she started to wipe off the water off my face with her mundhani. I quickly rushed into the living room making my way to the guest bathroom. 

The layout of the little one-story house started with the hall making its way into the living room and the kitchen at the back. Along the left and right side of the living room, there were 3 small rooms, the master room belonging to Dadi and Nani, one guest room and another empty room they use for storage. There was a smaller attached bathroom in the guest room. 

I walked past Santosh Dadi sitting at the dining table in the living room, drinking his tea and watching an old black and white Tamil serial on their television. 

“Hi Dadi”, I waved at him as I made my way into the guest room with Nani following me closely. 

“Mol?”, his eyes lifted up from the mug, looking at me walk by, leaving little puddles of water on the floor. I could hear the rain lessening as the night grew closer. Dadi was a heavily balding skinny man with a little tummy, his winkled and rough hands a result of the hard labour he endured over the years. He looked tired and fragile, enjoying his quiet retirement. He wasn’t a good-looking man, but he had always treated Nani well, and is a respected man in the community and within the family. 

“She got wet in the rain. Let her have her shower.”, Nani said, without looking at him, pushing me into the room. “Leave your wet clothes on the floor Mol, I’ll put them out to dry.”, she continued, taking a towel from the cupboard. Nani left the towel on the bed and left the room, closing the door behind her. 

I untied my hair and slowly proceeded to remove my clothes, leaving them in a neat pile on the floor. Outside, I could hear Nani on the phone, talking to my mum, informing her that I was here taking shelter from the rain. 

I stood in front of the big mirror above the dresser, staring at my body. Two firm perky C- cup tits stood out of my chest with dark chocolate brown areolas, my hard nipples sticking out from cold. They looked like Hershey’s Kisses, I thought to myself. My flat tummy was glistening under the light from rain water. I watched as drop of rain water glided down towards my shaved pubic area. Two puffy dark pussy lips were stuck together, a small hood in between them hiding my clitoris. The inner lips were sticking out a little bit behind the hooded clit from between the juicy puffs. 

I let my middle finger slide down, gently touching the clit, teasing myself. It’s been so long since I masturbated. I felt a little bit of sticky liquid on my labia skin. Ok. I’m definitely going to play with myself once I get home before I sleep tonight. I removed my hand, realising that Nani could walk in anytime to take my wet clothes. 

I tied my hair into a ponytail, quickly grabbing the towel from the bed and went into the bathroom.

**End of Part 1.** 

[B1ryani]

**Part 2.**

The fresh water felt like a breath of fresh air on my body, washing away the grime and dirt. I stood under the shower head for a little while, my head tilted back to avoid the water hitting my hair. I reached up with both my hands, gently pinching my nipples as a soft moan escaped my mouth. 

“Mol?”, I heard Nani’s voice coming from the bedroom. 

“Yes Nani?”, I lowered the water pressure to a light drizzle to listen properly. 

“I have prepared some food for you in the kitchen, please have your dinner before you go home.”, she continued. “I’m going to meet up with some friends at the village diner.”

“Ok Nani.”, I replied her as I increased the water pressure again, slowly applying soap to my thighs. I heard the room door close as Nani left. I wondered if Dadi was going as well. They have their own group of the village elders that they were good friends with. Either way, I knew how to lock up if they didn’t come back by the time I left. I continued my bath, my mind blank, enjoying the feeling of the warm water hitting my body. 

I stayed in there for another 10 minutes before turning off the tap. I exited the shower into the room, Nani had taken the clothes off the floor, she probably had hung it out to dry in the yard. The rain had also stopped but I could hear thunder in the distance, it was probably going to pour again later tonight. I slowly dried myself, taking my time. Hmmmmm, I wonder Nani had prepared for dinner. I could hear my tummy growling slightly.

I dried myself and wrapped the towel around me, the other end of it barely covering my inner thighs. Whatever, I thought to myself. I opened the room door a little bit and peeked into the living room, Dadi was still sitting in his chair, the television was still on with the volume lowered. His head was tilted back a little bit as a little snore escaped him. Nani must have left him there seeing as he had dozed off. 

I reached up with my right hand, holding onto the towel tightly just above my breasts and walked past Dadi to the kitchen. His eyes were closed shut as he slept peacefully on his favourite chair. I giggled a little as I moved past, watching him sleeping in that awkward position. As I entered the kitchen, I noticed 2 covered plates on the little table beside the stove. Hmmm, I wonder what Nani made today. She must have prepared a little extra for Dadi to eat as well. I removed the cover, looking at the little vegetarian thali set Nani had prepared for us. Great. I shall go change into some fresh clothes and dig in. I knew I had some extra shorts and t-shirts in the guest cupboard.

“Jothi? ...”, I heard Dadi call out from the living room. He must have woken up from the sound of the plates moving. I knew Dadi was a light sleeper, and in my defence, I tried to be as quiet as a mouse. “Jothi? ...”, Dadi called out again, peering into the kitchen entrance from the living room table. 

“It’s me Dadi.”, I replied him, peeking my head out from behind the kitchen entrance wall. Waving cheekily. 

“Shanti Molu?”, I saw a little smile on Dadi’s serious face. “What are you doing in there? Where is Nani?”, he inquired. 

“She went out Dadi. Something about meeting some friends somewhere…”, my head still sticking out looking at him, my towelled body still hiding from behind the wall. 

“Oh yes. Ok. I remember now.”, he looked like he was thinking hard. He probably couldn’t remember, I thought to myself. I don’t blame him, at that age, they must forget little things easily. “Anyway, could you bring me some hot tea, Mol.”, he said. I just realised Nani had taken the cup and plate off the table and washed them. 

“Sure, Dadi”

I went back into the kitchen, putting the kettle to boil as I brought his cup and saucer out. Looking down at my exposed thighs, I could feel little gusts of air hitting the bottom of my butt cheeks. Shit. I really should adjust myself. I unwrapped the towel a little bit, dropping it down a little bit. I redid the knot just above my nipples, my cleavage was deeper now but at least the towel was dangling a little lower covering more thigh. I could feel the knot struggling to come loose. It’s alright, I thought to myself, I’ll serve Dadi his tea, then go to the room and get changed. I put the little teabag into the cup and waited for the water to boil. 

The second the kettle whistled, I slowly poured in the boiling water. I held onto the little ceramic cup handle with my right hand, balancing the saucer in the palm of the left as I very slowly made my way towards Dadi at the living room table. 

“I’m coming Dadi.”, I gave him a warning as I approached closer. 

I saw his eyes widen a little bit watching me inching my way closer to him balancing the little cup and saucer, his gaze focused on my cleavage for a second before he shifted it away to my face. 

I felt the struggling knot slip open. 

Oh fuck.

**End of Part 2.**

[B1ryani]

Stay tuned guys. Shanti's adventures will continue tomorrow =)

[B1ryani]

**Part 3.**

I watched in slow motion as the knot slowly unfolded, the towel dropping to my feet revealing my naked body to Dadi. Mindlessly, I reacted by letting my right hand go of the tea cup, trying to cover my breasts from Dadi’s view. The cup dipped as the hot tea slowly fell down to the floor, drops of the boiling water hitting my pubic area, thighs and ankles. 

“Owww.”, I shouted in pain as I felt the little sprays of tea hit my body, quickly trying to brush it off with my hands. I bend my body and got on the floor, squatting to pull the towel back up to cover myself. 

“Oh no Mol!”, Dadi’s eyes widened as my naked breasts came into view, the meat jiggling in his face. Dadi stood up, pushing the chair back with force, bending down to pick up the towel, covering my body as I was arched on the floor. He picked up the cup and saucer, placing them neatly on the table. “Mol, are you ok?”, he asked me. “Did the tea burn you?”

“Hmm, a little bit Dadi”, my right hand rubbing off the last droplets of hot tea off my calf. Parts of my skin was burning as I tried to block off the stinging pain in my mind. I slowly stood up again, just holding the towel to my chest, my back and ass were fully exposed in the living room. 

“Wait here Mol.”, Dadi slowly made his way into the master room behind me. I just continued to stand there, holding the towel. 

A minute later, Dadi walked back into the living. He placed his right hand on my exposed lower back just above my ass, gently giving it a little squeeze. “Sit down, Molu”, he said as he sat back on his chair, his left hand holding a little tube of aloe vera ointment.

I pulled out the chair from the living room table to Dadi’s right side and sat down on it. My naked bum warming the soft cushion as I placed the towel on my body, covering my breasts and pussy from Dadi’s eyes. 

“Lift up your leg, Mol”, Dadi said, tapping his knee. His eyes shifted from the little dark shadow the towel had casted over my pussy lips back to my legs. 

I slowly lifted right leg and placed it on Dadi’s lap as he squirted some aloe vera onto the palms of his hands. 

“Some parts of the skin look scalded.”, he said as he gently started to rub my right ankle, both his hands rubbing the smooth skin all the way up to the calf. “This should help to contain any blisters on your skin.” His hands were slowly making its way up higher to my thighs. He squirted more aloe vera from the tube onto his palm, gently applying it on my inner thighs, squeezing and caressing the skin. He stopped just as his hand was about to reach the towel. 

“Lift up your other leg, Molu.”, his gaze still focused between my legs. I placed both my hands on the chair arm rests to hold my body steady as I put my right leg down. 

“Ok Dadi”, I said softly. The gentle caress of his old hands on my skin was sending little shivers up my body.

Dadi adjusted his chair, moving a little closer to me, spreading my legs apart a little wider in the process. I slowly placed my left leg on his lap, holding down the towel between my legs, covering them from Dadi’s view. 

“There’s no need be shy Molu”, he chuckled softly, looking at my hand. 

I looked down shyly at his hands that were gently rubbing the ointment on my left ankle. “I don’t want to disrespect you, Dadi.”, I said softly. “You are already helping to put the aloe vera on the burns.”. In truth I could feel my pussy get a little wet. 

“Hmmm.”, he moaned a little as his hands slid onto my thighs, gliding against the warm liquid on my skin. “I don’t want to see any scars on this beautiful skin.”, he said softly as I could feel his left-hand slide into my inner left thigh, gently pinching the warm skin. 

“Pull up the towel a little bit, Mol.”, he said, looking at my eyes. “I saw the tea splash onto your hip and stomach as well, didn’t it?”. His eyes were warm, looking at me with sympathy.  

“No Dadi, its ok. Really.”, I replied him. My mind was racing, thinking if I should. The old man has probably never seen a naked woman in years, a very young one at that. Furthermore, he was gently massaging the little burns, his hands feeling up my smooth thighs. But he was also my grandfather, although only related my marriage, he had watched me grow up into the teenager I was now. 

“Don’t worry, Mol.”, he said softly, his voice piercing, “I’m just trying to ease your pain. I was the one who asked you to bring me the tea. This is my fault.” The middle finger on his right hand was slowly entering the towel on my upper thigh. 

“Are you sure, Dadi?”, I asked him, looking at his old tired face as he nodded slowly. He didn’t look fierce at this moment, more curious and sympathetic to my current predicament. 

 I looked down at my right leg placed on his lap, my attention focused on my toes as I slowly slid the towel up to my navel just below my belly button.

**End of Part 3.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 4.**


I held my breath as my dark puffy pussy lips slowly came into Dadi’s view. I immediately regretted pulling up the towel, wondering what was going through Dadi’s mind at this moment. 

Dadi remained quiet, his eyes fixated at the young pussy in front of him. His left hand was still on my inner left thigh. He slowly let go of my left leg as it slid off his lap back onto the floor. I immediately pushed my legs together, trying to cover up my wet slit. This movement resulted in my fat pussy lips bulging out from being squished together. I quickly put my right hand over my pubic area, covering it from view. 

“Don’t worry, Molu. There is nothing to be embarrassed about.”, he said as he gently placed his left hand over my covering hand. I looked down to the floor. 

“I’m sorry Dadi. If I wasn’t so careless, you wouldn’t have to do this.”, I whimpered softly, avoiding his eyes. 

Dadi slowly moved my hand away, looking at my face. “Don’t say that, Mol.”. I felt his right hand move up my thigh towards my hip and rested on my pubic area. “Did the tea hit this area?”, He asked as he squeezed the meat on my pubic area. “I can see a bit of scalding.”

I nodded slowly, now watching his every move. He grabbed the tube off the table with his left hand and squirted a long stream of gel just below my belly button, watching as the aloe vera slowly slid down towards my pubic area. 

“Your skin here is so smooth…”, He said softly. His left hand was slowly creeping up between my legs, making me open my legs a little wider. The right middle and index finger gently started to massage the mound, spreading the gel onto the smooth exposed surface. “Do you always shave, Molu?”

“Yes…. yes Dadi…”, I said. My eyes focused on his right hand. 

“I rarely see a shaved pussy.”, he commented. His eyes now looking directly at my pussy lips. I felt very vulnerable at this moment. 

I felt this index finger slowly move it’s way lower, tracing the outline of my left pussy lip, his knuckle grazing against my thigh. “Those who shave their little pussies are usually sluts…. or prostitutes…”, he whispered softly, looking up at me. 

The comment took me aback. For the first time. I have never heard Dadi talk that way before. His finger was now on the puffy pussy lip, the tip now gently feeling the soft smooth meaty lip. 

“You don’t do all those things, do you?”

“No…no Dadi…. I shave for hygiene…”

His thumb and index finger were now in between each pussy lip and inner thigh. He pushed them together, squeezing my pussy lips against each other. I looked down at his hand. The meat on my pussy lips were folded in between his fingers, the two dark inner lips were sticking out from in between them. I felt the grip on my thigh from his left hand tighten. 

“Don’t lie to me Mol…”, he said coldly, “Are you a virgin?”

“Yes… yes Dadi. I am.”. In truth, I honestly was, I have never been fucked before, but due to my constant masturbation, I know my hymen was torn. The only sexual experience I had was giving a blowjob once to an ex-boyfriend.

I felt both of Dadi’s hands in between my legs now. Using his middle and index fingers, he slowly pulled the puffy pussy lips apart, exposing the little pink hole. He put his face closer between my legs, staring into my spread pussy. 

“You’re lying.”, he said curtly. His fingers still holding my pussy lips apart. 

“No….no Dadi… I swear.”, I was looking at him now, a little bit of fear in my voice. I was gripping the towel tightly over my breasts. 

I could feel his right middle finger move slowly towards the pussy hole, the tip slowly entering the little pink orifice. I knew my pussy was a little wet from the massaging Dadi did to my thighs a little while ago. 

“You’re not a virgin, Mol. I can tell.”, he looked into my eyes. I could see a little bit of anger and resentment in his eyes. The middle finger slowly slid into my pussy. “How many boys have fucked this fat pussy?”. Dadi slowly started to slide the middle finger in and out of me. His left hand resting on my pubic area, squeezing my pussy lips together as his right middle finger continued to fuck me. 

“Ahhhh.”, I moaned softly. 

“Why are you lying? ... are you a slut?”, he continued the pace, a little faster. The finger digging deep into cervix. 

“None Dadi….no one…”, Fuck. It felt so good. I could feel myself getting wetter. Dadi started to push his index finger into me as well, both his finger slowly working on my pussy. His left thumb and index finger pinched my clit, sending my body jerking upwards. “Ahhhh…”, I moaned softly.

“Hmmmm…. you little slut….”, he let go of my clit, grabbing the towel and pulling it to the floor. I laid down on the chair, my legs spread with Dadi’s fingers deep inside of me, exploring my wet cave. Dadi reached out with his left hand, grabbing my right nipple, pinching the little hard nub with his thumb and finger. “How many boys have played with these tits?”, he asked me again. He pulled the nipple, twisting it as he pulled upwards. Repeating the same movement with my left nipple. 

“No one Dadi….mmmmm…..you’re the first…..hmmmmm.”, I said in between moans. 

He let go of my nipple, bringing his hand up to my left cheek, tapping it hard. “Don’t lie to me you little bitch….”, he had his serious expression on his face again. The kindness in his eyes was gone. He slowly slid his wet creamy fingers out of my gaping pussy hole. “You’re so wet.”, he stared at his fingers, “Only sluts get turned on like this.”

“Dadi…please, I’m not…. I masturbate …. that’s why I’m not a…not a virgin.”, I looked at him. My legs spread wide open, hard nipples pointing at the ceiling. Dadi held his left hand down on my chest, pushing me onto the backrest. 

Pap!

He slapped my pussy slightly. I felt a stinging sensation on my pussy lips. 

Pap! Pap! The palm of his hand hitting the puffy pussy lips.

“Dadi, please…. I’m not lying to you…”, I pleaded to him. “You know me … I’m not that type of girl…”

I felt his fingers fiddling with my pussy, looking for my inner lips. He gripped my little labia skin between his right thumb and index finger, gentling pulling the flaps, twisting them in between his fingers. 

“Little whore’s like you need to be taught a lesson.”, he said. His eyes staring at my hard nipples.

**End of Part 4.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 5.**

Dadi let my labia lips go, and slowly got off the chair, pushing himself upwards. “Get on your knees, slut.”

I looked up at him, the expression on his face was scary. He didn’t look like the same Dadi that was married to my sweet Nani. He gripped my right wrist hard, pulling me off the chair to the floor. My pussy was so wet from Dadi’s fingering. The slight slapping and pulling of my pussy had sent gushes of pleasure up my spine. I knew everything that was going on was so wrong, but I could not help myself. I was enjoying the force and humiliation coming from this old man, someone I had considered my own grandfather. 
 
I lifted my body up slowly, folding my knees under me on the floor, looking up at Dadi. 

“You should know what to do.”, he unfolded his dhoti, letting it drop to the floor. Dadi’s semi flaccid cock was swinging freely between his legs, the skin was already pulled back, exposing a purple whitish mushroom head over the dark brown foreskin. Little veins ran up and down along the shaft. His cock looked to be around 5 inches long in this condition, and skinny. A long saggy scrotum sack hung loosely behind the swinging cock. His entire pubic area was full of thick black and white pubic hair, as were his ball sack. 

Dadi gripped the base of his cock, holding it out in front of him. “Open your mouth, you little slut.”, he slowly rubbed the base of the shaft. “Show me how much of a whore you really are.”. He brushed the cock head on my lower lip, pushing it gently in between my lips. 

“Suck.”, he looked down at me. 

I slowly opened my mouth, taking the head into my mouth. I felt Dadi place his hand on my head, holding my hair back. I let my wet tongue slide all over the smooth head, teasing the little pee hole with the tip of my tongue. Dadi slowly pushed his hips forward, allowing more cock meat to enter my mouth. 

I held my right hand up, letting the saggy ball sack rest on the palm of my hand. Gripping Dadi’s hairy testicles, I slowly moved my head back and forth, sucking the cock head hard. 

“Hmmmm …. ahhhh.”, his eyes were closed as he moaned, enjoying the feeling of my warm mouth slurping his old cock. I could feel the shaft twitching in my mouth, hitting the roof of my mouth. “Fuck … have you had a lot of practice?”, he moaned, “Hmmmmmm….”. I gripped his balls tightly; feeling the two little testes suffocating in my palms. I continued to suck Dadi’s cock, slowly taking in every inch until the cock head touched the back of my mouth. 

“Get on all fours, you little slut.”, Dadi looked down at my face, his cock buried in my mouth, my nose resting on his pubes. “I’m going to fuck you like the whore that you are.”

My eyes widened as I slid his cock out of my mouth, a long trail of saliva hanging from my lower lip to the mushroom head. “Dadi…. Dadi…. wait…”, the sudden fear in my voice obvious to the both of us. “I’ve never been fucked before…. only fingers… Dadi…. Please.”

“You’re lying to me again!”, his voice threatening. He glared at me; I could feel his eyes piercing mine. “Everybody has tried you …. It is my turn now!”

“No one has tried me Dadi…”, I could feel the tears slowly streaming down my face, “I … I have never done it before … I swear….”

Dadi raised his hand, slapping me across my left cheek. The sound of the slap echoed within the living room. I fell back, taken by surprise by his actions. I slowly started to sob. “Dadi…. Dadi… please don’t hurt me.”

“Then turn around…”

I slowly turned around and got on my arms and knees, arching my back, exposing my asshole and wet pussy to him. 

“Hmmmmm…. This pussy is mine now…”, he said to himself as he got on his knees behind me. I arched the front of my body lower, burying my face in my arms, sobbing quietly. I felt Dadi’s old hands on my buttcheeks, gently squeezing the fleshy meat. His fingers slowly grazed along my ass until it reached my pussy. Gripping each inner pussy lip with his thumb and forefinger, he spread my labia flaps wide open, exposing the little pink pussy hole. 

I clenched my fist as I felt Dadi’s hard cock touch the base of my bum. He let my pussy go, his right hand guiding the cock head towards my gaping pussy, bracing myself. 

“I see a little tight asshole ...”, he snickered behind me. I felt the head slowly part my pussy lips as it entered me. 

“Ahhhh….”, I half moaned half cried out in pain. Dadi slowly pushed his cock into me, inching in deeper and deeper. I felt his left-hand grip my hip to balance himself behind me, the palm of his right resting just above my butt crack, the thumb slowly pressing against the entrance of my anus. 

“Dadi… slowly …. slowly please…”, my voice muffled by my face buried in my hands, in between little sobs. 

“Stop acting, you little slut.”, Dadi slowly started to move his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into me. His grip on my hip tightening, the finger nails digging into my skin. “Hmmmmmmm…... how many cocks have you had in here bitch? It feels so tight…”

I whimpered softly as Dadi slowly started to plough my pussy. Thap! Thap! Thap! Thap! The sound of his hips hitting my butt with every hard thrust echoing inside the living room. I felt his thumb slowly digging into my ass, enlarging the little tight virgin hole. His finger digging deeper and deeper as he continued to hump my pussy hard. He has so much pent-up energy for an old man. Every thrust from him pushing my body forward slightly. 

“Ah.. Ah….Ah…Ah…Ah….Ah…”, I slowly started to moan, the pain had turned to pleasure. 

“Are you enjoying this, you little slut?”, Dadi asked me, the entire length of his thumb was now deep inside my ass, twirling and digging. “I want to fuck this little hole too…”

“Ah.. Ah… Ah… no… please… Ah..Ah…”, I moaned , praying he wouldn’t stick his cock up my anus. I felt Dadi’s cock tense inside my pussy. 

“No… please don’t cum inside Dadi… please…”, I lifted my head up, bending my neck to look at him in fear. It would be my end if I ever got pregnant before marriage. I felt his cock slip out of my pussy as I silently thanked God in my head. 

“Bring your mouth here, bitch”, he pulled me by the hair, pushing my face down to his hard erect cock. 

I opened my mouth, taking the purple slimy cock head in my mouth. Dadi was stroking the base, slowly moaning. I could taste my pussy juice on him as I sucked hard on the head. Dadi held his cock with his left hand, using the right to push the back of my head in, swallowing his cock. I closed my eyes as thick creamy cum gushed out of him, hitting me in the back of my mouth. I started to gag as the cum slowly slid down my throat. Fuck. It tasted pretty bad. 

“Swallow everything.”, he said, looking down at me, gripping my head firmly around the cock. He held me there for a while, making sure I had swallowed every drop then let my head go, sliding the slimy flaccid cock out of my mouth. I watch as it shrunked back into its foreskin as Dadi collapsed backwards, exhausted. 

He pulled me closer to him, his right hand holding onto my left breast, the thumb and index finger pinching my hard nipple. 

“Oww… Dadi… don’t.. ”

“You better not tell Nani anything. This remains between you and me.”, he whispered threateningly at me. I nodded my head in silence. “You belong to me now… my little slut…”, he kissed my cheek as a single tear escaped the side of my eye. “Go clean up. I’m expecting a friend. He should be here soon.”, he let me go. Holding onto the back of the chair, he slowly brought himself up. I looked up at Dadi, he looked like a tired old man. How did he have the energy to do what he just did. 

I stood up, grabbing the towel from the floor and went into the guest room, locking the door behind me. My mind was racing, thinking back, how did I end up in this situation with Dadi? What if Nani ever finds out? What would my family think? I started to cry silently. I was definitely afraid of Dadi, he has always been strict with my brother and me growing up, hence why we generally avoided him. But Dadi had always looked after us, protected us. I’m seeing him in a new light. I also felt guilt and shame. 

I walked towards the bathroom and switched the light on, stepping inside to clean myself.

**End of Part 5.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 6.**

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 Dadi. 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 Dadi would let this incident go and we can move on like nothing ever happened. 

I turned of the shower tap and slowly walked to the sink, staring at myself in the mirror. My cheek was slightly swollen from where Dadi 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, Dadi 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 Dadi’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. 

“Santosh Ji?”, I heard a voice call out from the porch.

“Arul! 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 Arul. Come inside.”

“Thank you, Santosh 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 Dadi still hasn’t touched his meal. 

Muffled voices came from the hall as I heard the man chatting away with Dadi like they were old friends. 

“Shanti Molu ...”, I heard Dadi call out, “Mol… 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 Dadi 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 Dadi. He slowly came into view as I got closer. I stood beside Dadi, looking at this Mr Arul 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 greyish hair slimed 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 Arul.”, Dadi said, his opened his arms, acknowledging me to hello to his friend. Mr Arul 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, Santosh Ji?”, Mr Arul 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 Shanti. She is my wife’s brother’s granddaughter, Arul”, Dadi 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 Arul here at the estate. He has now made it big in the city. A big-time producer and director.”, Dadi said with pride.  

“No…No…Santosh Ji ...”, Mr Arul said, laughing slightly. “I rarely produce nowadays Santosh Ji. I am more focused on finding new… umm… talent.”, his eyes locked on to mine. 

“What does that mean?”, Dadi 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 Arul …”, Dadi was leaning forward now. “Shanti, bring some drinks for Arul.”

Sigh. I honestly didn’t care about what this Mr Arul did, but Dadi 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 Dadi and Mr Arul. I could feel Mr Arul’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, Molu.”, I heard Dadi’s voice behind me.

**End of Part 6.**

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**Part 7.**

I turned around and saw Dadi looking up at me, his hand tapping his right leg. He wanted me to sit on his lap. I glanced at Mr Arul, his eyes was watching every move I made with a lot of interest. 

I kept quiet, slowly getting in between Dadi’s legs sitting down on his right leg, my thighs in Mr Arul’s direct line of sight. Dadi 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 Arul, slightly embarrassed by my current position. I heard Mr Arul take a sip from the cup. 

“Go on Arul …”, Dadi said. I could feel his finger touching my belly button, gently caressing my tummy. 

“Yes Santosh 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 Dadi’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.”

Dadi 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 Arul chuckled a little. 

“I’m sure you do, Arul.”, Dadi laughed along with him. “When you do find a particular person that you like, what is the process usually?”, Dadi continued the line of questioning in regards to Mr Arul’s job. 

Mr Arul 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 Dadi’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 Dadi’s left hand from Mr Arul’s sight, but I was pretty sure he knew. From this angle he could make out Dadi’s hand moving between my legs but could not see where to. 

“What type of clothes do they model?”, Dadi asked. 

“Hold on Santosh Ji. Let me show you.”, Mr Arul 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 Dadi. “Just keep scrolling the album, Santosh Ji.”

Dadi took his left hand off my thigh, taking the phone from Mr Arul. 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 Dadi kept scrolling, the pictures were getting lewder. Some girls were wearing bikini’s or sexy under garments. Dadi 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 Arul was looking at my face, trying to judge my expression. 

“Very nice.”, Dadi said, handing the phone back to Mr Arul. He smiled in appreciation. 

Dadi’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 Shanti?”, he asked, smiling casually, “Does she have any potential?”. Dadi started to shake his right leg, making my tits jiggle and bounce under my shirt. Mr Arul was looking at my nipples dance. 

“She is indeed very beautiful …”, Mr Arul 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 Mol?”, Dadi 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 Arul? See if she is capable of being a candidate in your agency. The money could be useful to us.”

“Sure Santosh Ji.”, Mr Arul’s eyes perked up at the opportunity. He had been trying very hard not to look at Dadi’s hands under my shirt all this while. He looked at me, a little smile on his face. “Come here, ma.” 

“Go, Molu”, Dadi 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 Arul. He reached out and grabbed my hand adjusting my body to stand directly in front of him. Dadi was getting a good view of my ass from behind. 

“I am going to take a look at your skin, ma.”, Mr Arul said, his eyes now looking up at my hard nipples through the shirt. 

Mr Arul 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 Arul 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 Dadi’s face as he was behind me. 

Mr Arul 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 Dadi was not stopping him. Mr Arul 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 Arul 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 Dadi, 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 Arul 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 Dadi? 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, ma.”, 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, ma.”, he said, twirling me around. I could finally look at Dadi. He was sitting back on the couch, his legs crossed with a wide smile on his face looking at Mr Arul touch me. 

I felt Mr Arul’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. Dadi remained in his position. “What do you think, Arul?”, Dadi asked, still smiling. 

Mr Arul hands were still on my thighs, caressing the smooth flesh. “Very nice, Santosh Ji”, he replied from behind me. I could hear the lust in his voice, I know he wanted to fuck me really bad but Dadi 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 Arul’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 awhile then let go, taking his hands out from under my shorts. I felt humiliated, having this stranger’s hands roam my body freely. Mr Arul tapped my ass, watching the meat move and jiggle a little bit. “Go have a seat, ma.”, he said to me. 

I slowly made my way around the table again and sat at the other end of the couch. Away from Dadi 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, Santosh Ji.”, Mr Arul 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 Arul. 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 Dadi 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?”, Dadi 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 Dadi.

“Sounds great, Santosh Ji.”

**End of Part 7.**

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**Author's Note** - Chapter 2 starts tomorrow guys. Do leave me some feedback on what you think about the story so far. Cheers .

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Chapter 2 - The Photography Session.


**Part 8.**

I woke up drenched in sweat. The week had just flown by like a breeze. I looked at the clock, it was 9 AM that Saturday morning. With a heavy feeling in my heart, I slowly slid off my bed and headed into the shower. 

“Make sure you be here on time, you little slut. Follow everything Arul tells you to do or I will take you to the slums to get fucked by every man there.”, Dadi held my arm as he whispered this to me before I left for home that rainy night. “Keep your pussy shaved.”, he smiled slyly at me. The words kept echoing in my head. I was still in disbelieve on what had taken place that night. 

15 minutes later, I exited the shower, wiping myself as I looked down at my freshly shaven pussy and legs. Grabbing my track pants and a fresh t-shirt from the closet, I silently prayed that Dadi would not allow Mr Arul to take advantage of me. I had told my parents I will be meeting up with Manisha at the mall close by to watch a movie. 

I slowly started walking towards the direction of Nani’s house, trying to maximize the time it took to reach the little single-story house. The area around the house was particularly quiet as all the neighbouring houses were distanced very far apart, fields and little farms were spread in between the area. Chickens and cows roamed around freely without a care in the world.  

“Shanti Molu!”, Dadi said out loud, looking at my face as I pushed the outside gate open to their little garden. Dadi was standing outside wearing his old worn-out shirt and a white dhoti, a little cup in his hand, a wide smile on his face. 

“Hi Dadi”, I said softly, looking down at my feet. I did not want to look at him. 

He placed his arms around me, the fingers gently massaging my shoulders. “I hope you are excited for today…”, he said as he slowly guided me into the hall. Looks like Nani has already left to the village next door for her event. I was praying she had decided to stay back as I let out a little sigh.  

“Yes…yes…Dadi.”, I lied.

Mr Arul was already there. The big man was in slacks and a tight polo shirt, his big stomach was sticking out as he adjusted the camcorder on a tripod. The camcorder was facing the 3-seater couch in the hall. I noticed Mr Arul didn’t have his rings on today but the heavy gold chain still swung freely from around his neck. He turned around and took a long look at me, a slight look of disappointment came across his face as he saw I had long pants on. “Good morning, ma”, he adjusted his face into a smile, wishing me cheerily. 

“Morning uncle.”, I said softly, looking at the tripod he was setting up. On the table in front of him was a small digital camera, against the wall close to the entrance to the living room, two small luggage bags were placed on top of one another, presumably with the clothes he wanted me to model for him. 

Mr Arul stood up, facing me, his stomach inches away from my breasts. He pushed the loose strands of hair back behind my ear, the feeling of his touch making me uneasy. “Are you ready for today?”

“Yes.”, I said softly, lying again. In truth I just wanted to go home and be away from these two. I know Dadi was watching me from behind. 

“We will start with a short video interview.”, he continued, his right hand on my shoulder, gently pressing it. “If you are ready, you can have a seat first.”, he pointed to the couch. Then looked back at me, adjusting my hair slightly. I moved around the table and sat in the middle of the couch, looking at the camcorder, wondering what sort of interview this was going to be. 

Mr Arul sat down on the rattan chair, his eyes looking at the little pop out screen. Dadi stood behind him, still holding his cup, looking at me, his face grim. I could feel his eyes warning me not to cause a scene. 

“Lean back … cross your legs.”, Mr Arul said, his eyes still on the camcorder screen. 

I shifted my body, placing my right leg over my left knee. 

“We will start now.”, he said curtly, as he pressed the record button. He took a piece of paper from the table, and started to ask me some basic questions. Name. Age. Where I lived. What courses I intended to pursue in the future. My dreams and aspirations. 

Everything seems normal. The questions nothing out of the ordinary. 

Mr Arul stopped for a second, looking at me, a little smile on his face. 

“How big are your breasts?”

“Sorry?...”, I was a bit taken aback by his question. 

“”Your breasts. What size?”. I saw standing Dadi behind him, looking at me.

“Uhmm… 36 …. 36 C.”, I looked down.

“Keep your eyes on the camcorder.”, he said in a serious tone. “Nipple colour?”

What the hell. 

“Hmm…. Dark brown…”, I replied.

“Do you masturbate?”

My eyes widened. Were these questions on the list, I wondered. “Urm… yes… yes I do…”

“How often?”, Mr Arul was looking at the little camcorder screen, looking at the discomfort on my face from his line of questions. Dadi stood there motionless. 

“2.. or 3 times… a week”, I answered truthfully. Feeling a little shy. 

“Focus on the camcorder. Do you use any toys?”

“Toys?”

“Dildo? Vibrator?”, I saw a creepy smile on Mr Arul’s face. 

“Uh.. no.. no toys”. Of course I didn’t have any toys. I didn’t even know where to buy any of these. The risk of buying anything online and being delivered to my conservative home was too big of a chance that I was not willing to take. 

“Are you a virgin?”

“What?! Are these questions really necessary?”, I blurted out.

“Answer him.”, Dadi said, his eyes locking into mine, his lips a thin line with no expression. 

“Er… no… I am not.”, I said, looking down. How could I tell him that the first cock to enter me was Dadi’s. The memory came flooding back into my brain. 

“Ok. That’s great.” Mr Arul said, pressing a button on the camcorder. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”, chuckling to himself. “Santosh Ji, can we get her to change so we can start with the photoshoot?”

“Of course, Arul. Do what you need to do.”, Dadi replied him, a little smile on his face.

**End of Part 8.**

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**Part 9.**

Mr Arul stood up, walking towards the luggage bag. I heard the zip open as he crouched down and started to rummage through the clothing. 

“What will she be wearing, Arul?”. I heard Dadi ask, he slowly moved towards the other rattan chair and sat down, placing his cup on the table beside the digital camera. 

“We will start with something simple, Santosh Ji.”, he said as he pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt. “Come here, ma.”

I got up from the couch and stood beside Mr Arul, he was still bent over as he handed me the clothes. I glanced down at the bag, piles of clothes were neatly folded in various shapes and sizes. There was also inner wear, colourful bras and panties, bikinis and lacy tops. Mr Arul had come very well prepared. I really hoped I didn’t have to wear anything too revealing. 

I took the clothes from Mr Arul and went into the guest room, locking the door behind me. I spread the top and the jeans on the bed. Alright, it didn’t look so bad, maybe I was overthinking this. I proceeded to change and looked at myself in the mirror. The jeans were tight, hugging my body and showing off the curves on my ass and thighs. Even the white shirt was clinging onto my body, I could see the outline of my black bra over the thin white cloth. I did look good, I thought to myself, letting my long hair down and posing a little bit in front of the mirror.

I unlocked the door and walked out to the living room. I could hear a conversation going on in the hall between Dadi and Mr Arul. They both stopped to look at me as I entered. Dadi was still seated on the rattan chair, with Mr Arul standing up beside him, fiddling with the camera. The camcorder still stood on the tripod, aimed at the couch. 

“How does it fit, ma?”, Mr Arul asked, his eyes looking at the visible outline of the bra on my chest. 

“The jeans is a little tight, uncle.”, I answered truthfully, looking down at the pants, then at him. 

“Let me see.”

I came a little closer to him. Mr Arul put his hands on my hips, digging his right index finger in between my flesh and the tight jeans, his finger nail poking into my skin. “Yes, it is a little tight”, he commented to himself. He removed the finger, gently turning me around, placing both his hands on my ass. He knew he had the approval from Dadi as he had already did it once last week under my shorts. “Good. It looks firm”, he gently squeezed the meat, holding it tight. Giving my ass a little spank, “Go sit back on the couch, ma”, he said. Dadi was watching everything from his chair. 

I slowly moved around the table and sat in the middle again. I saw the camera aimed at me and heard a click. Mr Arul looked at the photo he just took on the camera screen. “The lighting here is good.”, he commented again, looking at Dadi. 

“That’s good, Arul.”, Dadi replied, smiling at us. 

“Pose as you were just now, ma.”

I adjusted my right leg over my knee again, looking at the camera. *Click. 

“Good, now smile at the camera.” *Click *Click. I heard the camera going off as he continued taking photos of me. I smiled slightly. 

“That looks good. Put both hands on your knees and open your legs a little.”, Mr Arul looked up at me from the camera 

I did as instructed, adjusting my body to his commands. 

“Keep that sweet smile while looking at the camera”. *Click. *Click. *Click. 

“Ok. Now lie down on the couch.”

I laid my body down on the couch. Lifting my legs up, looking at the camera again.

“Perfect.” *Click. *Click. “Lift your ass out a little bit, ma.” I lifted my ass, sticking it out. *Click. *Click. 

Dadi’s eyes were watching my every move, his lips curled into a smile. 

“Ok. Stand up. I want to take some full body shots of you.”

I stood up. Standing awkwardly in front of the two men. 

“Spread your legs a little bit, tuck your fingers into the sides of the jeans.”. I followed accordingly. “Good. Now arch your back and purse your lips a little bit. Try and look sexy.”, Mr Arul said. 

*Click. *Click. 

“I know what would help.”, Dadi spoke out suddenly. Mr Arul stood in his place, camera in his hands. The both of us looked at Dadi. “Come here, Molu.”

Shit. What did Dadi want to do. I was following every single instruction, not wanting to anger him. I slowly walked towards him and stood in front; his face was close to my stomach. He slowly pushed my hands to the sides, and held onto the jeans buckle. 

Mr Arul was watching Dadi’s every move. Dadi slowly unbuckled me, pulling the zipper down revealing the black panties I was wearing. The jeans opened up into a V shape, exposing my pubic area covered by the thin black cloth. He looked up at me, then at his friend. “Perhaps she could lift up her shirt as well, Arul?”

“Santosh Ji, that is perfect.”, Mr Arul readily agreed, his eyes locked on to my jeans. “Sit down again, ma.”. I could hear the excitement in his voice. Sigh. I sat back down on the couch, actually slightly relieved that the buckle was loose. It was starting to dig into my skin, I could feel my navel area was a little sore. I think the jeans was at least two sizes smaller than my usual fit. 

“Lie down on your back. Lift up your top.”, he said, taking full opportunity of Dadi’s idea. Mr Arul had the camera aimed at me, but I could see his teeth from the big smile he was sporting. 

“What… no…”, my mouth was dry as I tried to decline him. 

“Follow what Arul says Molu. He knows what would work.”, Dadi said, his sentence more of a command than a statement. 

I let out a long sigh, slowly pulling the white top up to my shoulder. I felt my breasts plop out, the thin black bra holding them in place pointing to the ceiling. I stared down in between my cleavage at Mr Arul, who had his mouth slightly open.

“Hold this pose. Look at the camera.”. *Click. *Click. “OK ma. Now I want you to pull the jeans down to your feet and insert both your thumbs into the panty line just below your belly button. I want it to look like you are just about to remove it.”, he was taking every opportunity he could in this situation. I looked at Dadi hoping for him to dismiss this idea. He kept quiet, watching me. His arms were folded on his chest. 

I arched my back up, slowly pushing the jeans down to my feet and laid back, my legs a little spread. I slipped my thumbs into the black panty. I knew Mr Arul and Dadi could make out the outline of my fat pussy lips over the thin black cloth.

“That’s great. Really Good.” *Click. *Click.  

Oh god. I really hope nobody I know will ever see these pictures.

**End of Part 9.**

[B1ryani]

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**Part 10.**

“I think we can change the outfit now.”, Mr Arul said. I saw him reach down and adjust his cock over his pants with his left hand. I quickly slid my top back down and pulled the jeans up, zipping it but leaving the buckle open to breathe. Finally, it’s over. I stood up, waiting for Mr Arul to tell what to do next. He placed the camera down on the table, walking slowly back to the suit case. 

I followed him closely behind, avoiding Dadi’s eyes. Mr Arul squatted down over the bag, his big tummy squishing into his knees. He slowly pulled out 3 items of clothing, handing them to me. Without looking, I quickly grabbed it off his hands and made my way back into the guest room to change. 

My heart was beating fast as I pulled the top and jeans off my body. I quickly laid down the new batch of clothes on the bed to look at what I was dealing with. A lacy off-white silk sleeveless crop top, a black mini skirt and white lacy panties. I slipped the top over me, the two thin straps barely hanging on over my shoulders, the cloth was hanging off my bra, opening a big gap between my skin and the top. My flat tummy and belly button was visible to the world.  

I removed my black panties, laying it down on the bed and took a proper look at the white lacy panties Mr Arul had given to me. Fuck. It was pretty much see through, with little gaps in between the lace. I sat down on the bed, slipping the panties up over my legs and pulled it up. 

My dark pussy lips were pretty much visible over the thin skimpy lace, bits of the puffy meat were obvious, peeking out through the small gaps between the fabric. My inner lips were squished together tightly in between my slit. I let out a small sigh, and pulled the black miniskirt up. I stood up again, looking at myself in the mirror. The miniskirt was barely even covering the panties let alone my thighs. 

Mr Arul had chosen this selection of clothes very wisely, ensuring a lot of my skin was exposed to him. I slowly opened the door and peeked out into the living room. Both of them were still in the hall. I slowly walked in, both my hands pulling the mini skirt down to, trying to cover the see-through panties. 

Both eyes were on me. A sly smile on Mr Arul’s face. Dadi stood up, walking slowly towards me. 

“Hmm….”, he said, looking at my chest. “Take the bra off…”

“Dadi… no … it will be too vulgar. Especially in pictures.”, I pleaded to him. 

“It’s fine. The pictures are not going to be made public.”. I saw Mr Arul nod his head in agreement. I turned around, wanting to walk back to the room. The bottom part of my butt cheeks was pretty much visible to them. “No …you can take it off here. It’s fine.”, he continued. 

 My face sunk. With my back facing them, I pulled the top off over me. Holding it with one hand, I reached behind me and unhooked the bra, letting it fall down to my feet. I quickly put the top back over my shoulders to cover my breasts. 

“Turn around.”, I heard Dadi say.

I slowly turned, looking down at my feet. Oh god. My nipples were so hard. Dadi looked down at my breasts and smiled. “Perfect. You need to be sexy for this shoot. You want to be a star, don’t you?”

“Yes… yes… Dadi.”, I said softly. He bent down to pick up my bra, putting it back on the table then sitting back down on the rattan chair. Mr Arul was on the other chair beside him, in front of the camcorder. 

“Are the clothes, ok? Do they fit you well?”, he asked, knowing very well it did not fit me well.

“Yes, uncle.”. I kept my eyes down on my feet. 

 “Arul, are we doing the second session here as well?”, I heard Dadi ask Mr Arul. 

“Yes Santosh Ji. We can still use this space. I thought perhaps the next one we can do it in the garden, some natural light would be good for the next outfit.”

Fuck. There are more outfits. It can’t get worse than this, I thought to myself. 

“Come here, ma.”, Mr Arul said, his eyes locked on my hard nipples protruding out of the silk top. “Let me adjust the skirt to fit you better.”

He just wanted to touch me. The bastard. 

I came forward and stood in front of him. From his seated position, he had a great view of my stomach, the gap from the silk top showing me under boobs. 

“Maybe the skirt needs to be a little bit higher, what do you think, Santosh Ji?”, he placed his right hand on my thigh, gently caressing the skin. 

“I agree, Arul.”, in a way giving his friend permission to touch me. 

Mr Arul took his hand off my thigh, placing them on the sides of the skirts, pulling them up higher, just below my belly button. My panties slowly came to his view. 

“This is perfect, ma”, Mr Arul’s eyes were ravishing my pussy, he stared on, taking in every detail of the fat puffy lips sticking out from in between the lacy gaps. “You look absolutely stunning.”, he said softly, his hands still on my hips. 

He looked up under the top, taking in the view of my breasts hanging freely. “Absolutely gorgeous.”, he commented again. “My agency will be very excited to have her with us.”, he said, winking slightly at me.  

“I’m very happy you think so, Arul.”, Dadi said to him. “This is very exciting, don’t you think so Shanti Molu.”, he asked me sweetly. 

‘’Yes Dadi.”, I rolled my eyes. 

“Oh yes, one more thing.”, Mr Arul said, he let go of my hips and stood up, handing me a pair of thin framed glasses. “It has no power on it. Wear it to complete the look.”

I took it from him, placing it over my nose. I’ve never worn glasses before. He reached and pressed a button on the camcorder, aiming it towards me. “I will take a video as well as pictures for this shoot, ma.”

He then picked up the camera. “Squat down with one knee on the floor, your legs spread…”. I got down, following the pose he instructed. He wanted some upskirt shots of my panties. *Click. *Click. 

“Put your right hand over your pussy, ma.”, he said slyly, using the vulgar term to judge my reaction. I kept a straight face. “Cover it and act like you’re shy.” *Click. *Click. 

“Fantastic. Stand up.”, I slowly got up. Mr Arul came towards me, adjusting the skirt by pulling it up a little bit to show off the lacy panties again. “Spread your legs a little bit…. Good. Good. Hand holding your hips.” *Click. 

“Maybe show a bit of your breasts, Mol?”, Dadi asked, looking at my hard nipples. 

“Yes, Santosh Ji. Let’s do that.”, Mr Arul readily agreed. “Pull your top up a little bit, let me see a bit of skin.”

I slowly pulled my top up as the underboob of my breasts came into view, stopping just below my nipple. *Click. *Click. I heard the camera constantly taking pictures of every movement I made.

“No.No. Not like that.”, Dadi stood up. He reached out with his right hand, grabbing the silky top and pulling it up to my shoulders. *Click. *Click. For a few seconds, my breasts were exposed to the both of them, my hard nipples sticking out at attention. I reacted by immediately covering them with my hands. 

“Dadi…Stop…. What are you doing!!”. Fuck. I didn’t want Mr Arul to see me like this. My heart was jumping out of my chest. 

“This pose is perfect.”, Mr Arul said, ignoring my pleas. *Click. *Click*. “Cover your nipples, push your breasts together.”

“Follow his instructions.”, Dadi commented sternly, his eyes digging deep into mine. He stood behind Mr Arul, looking at the photo’s that he had taken on the little screen. I slowly pushed my breasts together making sure my nipples were covered, offering it to the camera. *Click. *Click. “Good, keep looking at the camera.” *Click. *Click. 

 “Fantastic shot, Arul.”, Dadi’s eye’s going back and forth between the camera and my body. 

“Thank you, Santosh Ji. One more pose, ma.”, I could see the tent on Mr Arul’s cock sticking out from his pants under his big belly. He casually adjusted it, trying to push it down. Dadi noticed his actions and choose to ignore it. The man had a raging hard on watching me pose to his instructions. 

“Get on the couch again, face the wall.” I quickly pulled my top back down, my tits jiggling as I adjusted the top as best I could. The feeling of silk brushing against my hard nipples felt really good. I slowly got on the couch; my back was facing them as I stared at the wall in front of me. 

“OK. Bend your body lower, stick your butt out towards the camera.”

Fuck. Seriously?

I slowly arched my back, sticking my ass out towards them. I could feel the miniskirt slowly rising to show my bare bottoms to the room. The lace panties barely covering my pussy. Both the men stood there looking at me. The miniskirt stopped halfway, so the bottom part of my ass was exposed. I adjusted my legs so my thighs were closer together, squishing my pussy lips, the puffy meat struggling to escape in between the gaps of the lacy panties. 

“Beautiful. This pose is perfect.”. Click* Click* Click*, the camera went off again, constantly clicking. Mr Arul came closer to get some close-up shots of my panties that wasn’t covered by the skirt. *Click. *Click. “Stunning, ma. The panties work wonders against the dark skin down there.”. I could feel his face very close to my bum, adjusting the barrel of the camera, taking more pictures. “I’m happy to see you had shaved again.”, he chuckled softly. I kept quiet, my head spinning from his comments about my body. I buried my face in my hands, my back arched, ass still sticking out towards the camera. 

“Yes. It looks so smooth.”, Dadi commented, acting like he was surprised as well since he threatened me to shave before coming for this shoot. Dadi sat down beside me, stroking my hair. “She is indeed beautiful. A perfect model. Don’t you think so, Arul?”.

“Yes, Santosh Ji. Absolutely gorgeous.”, he had stopped taking photos, holding his camera with one hand, the other resting on his belly. His pants struggling to hold his cock in place. 

Dadi slowly took his hand off my head, slowly tracing it along my spine until he reached my skirt. 

“Dadi..”, I whispered. Afraid of what he might do next. He seemed to relish in the opportunity to flash my body parts to Mr Arul. 

“Shhh…don’t worry Molu. I’m doing this for your own good.”, he said softly as his hands slowly began to roam around by butt cheeks. “Any more pictures in this outfit, Arul?”

“No…no Santosh Ji.”, I heard Mr Arul say from behind me. He was watching Dadi’s hands casually rub every part of my ass, over the skirt and under. “We can actually already change outfits…”

“Hmmmm…. I really like this look on her.”, Dadi commented, his hand gripping the edge of the skirt, slowly pulling it up to my waist. “Maybe a few more, Arul?”. My entire ass was now exposed to Mr Arul. Dadi continued to sit beside me, gently squeezing my ass meat, slapping the under side of my butt, making my ass shake. I just remembered all this was also being captured on video. *Click. *Click. Mr Arul continued taking photos. This time with Dadi’s hands playing and kneading my butt cheeks.

**End of Part 10.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 11.**

I felt Dadi’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 Dadi 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, Arul?”, Dadi 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 Arul’s face. 

“It’s amazing, Santosh Ji.”, He must be drooling looking at the sight before him. “Hold this pose, Santosh Ji. Let me take some pictures of your hands on her bum.” *Click. *Click. 

“Is this ok, Arul?”, Dadi slowly slid his index finger under the panty line, the tip resting on my left pussy lip. 

“Dadi… 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 Dadi’s fingers tease me. 

*Click. *Click. “Fantastic, Santosh Ji. Her pussy must be so smooth.”, he commented. 

Dadi’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 Arul as I heard a little gasp escape his mouth. Dadi 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 Arul’s face. 

*Click. *Click. *Click *Click. The camera started going off quickly as Mr Arul gathered himself, making sure to take a picture of every single detail of my juicy pussy lips.

Dadi’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 Arul, she’s so wet…”, Dadi chuckled slightly, his finger continuously teasing my little clitoris. 

“Dadi…”, I whispered softly, trying not to moan is the pleasure of the moment. His finger was driving me crazy. “Dadi…please….ahhhhh….stoppp…ummm….ahhhh….”,trying to plead in between moans. 

I felt Dadi’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 Arul. *Click. *Click. *Click. The camera continued on. 

“Feel how soft her pussy is Arul.”, Dadi 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 Arul held the camera with his right hand, the left gripping my left ass cheek, squeezing it hard. Dadi let my pussy lip go, giving Mr Arul his approval to touch me. He sat quietly beside me, watching his friends every move. I felt Mr Arul’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 Arul 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 Dadi from in between my fingers, he had his right hand on his cock over the dhoti, gently stroking himself watching Mr Arul fondle me. 

*Click . *Click. 

Mr Arul 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. Dadi was stroking his cock a little harder now, watching Mr Arul’s hand. 

Mr Arul 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, Santosh 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, Molu.”, Dadi 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. Dadi grabbed my right tit, pinching and pulling my hard nipple. Then the left. 

“Hmmm…. Mmmmm… ”, Fuck. That felt so good. Mr Arul’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 Arul. Shall we proceed with the next outfit?”

Shit.I was so close to cumming. Why is Dadi stopping it now, teasing me then leaving me wanting for more. I felt Mr Arul’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,ma.”

Mr Arul 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 Arul said, staring at my breasts. “I think we can go with the bikini next.”

Shit.

**End of Part 11.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 12.**

Mr Arul placed the camera back on the table. “Could you pass me the skirt and panties, ma.”, 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 Dadi and Mr Arul. I could feel the wetness from my pussy dripping down my thighs. 

“Absolutely beautiful.”, Mr Arul 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 Dadi and him fingering and playing with my pussy. What else did he want. 

Dadi remained silent, his right hand still on his cock over the dhoti, looking at my body. Mr Arul 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, ma,” Mr Arul said. I slowly turned around, the front facing Dadi who was still sitting down on the couch. I lifted my hair, showing my entire back to Mr Arul. 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. 

Dadi stood up, taking a good look at me. “She looks very fuckable.”

The statement stunned me, and obviously Mr Arul, who definitely wasn’t expecting that. “Uhh… yes… yes, Santosh 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. 

Dadi placed his hand on my left breast, gently squeezing it. “Do you like this bikini?”, he asked softly.

“Yes, Dadi.” I lied, looking down at his hand. 

“Shall we head to the garden?”, Mr Arul asked. Dadi 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 Arul. 

“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. Dadi 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 Arul 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 Dadi 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 ma, 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 Arul’s hand grab my ass, pushing me outside. Dadi 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 Arul.”

“Thank you, Santosh Ji”, 

“Come here, Molu.”

I slowly walked towards Dadi. 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 Dadi, ma”, I heard Mr Arul from behind me. I adjusted myself to stand beside the swing, Dadi 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 Arul 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 Dadi. I looked up at the swing, Dadi 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 Arul. 

“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. 

**End Of Part 12.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 13.**

An old face was looking at us from over the wall.  From his view, he could see Mr Arul 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 Arul 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 aiya. 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 Arul replied. I could 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 Arul 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 Arul 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 Arul’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 Arul ignored me. I looked at Dadi, 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 Arul, 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 Arul had a sly smile on his face, his right hand still holding the camera.

“Show him your bikini, ma.”, 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.

“Binini?”, the villager said out loud.

“Bikini, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Arul laughed, “It’s what you call this suit.”

“Oh..”, the old man was looking at my flat belly.

“Take your hands off your body, ma.”, Mr Arul 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 Arul 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 Arul 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 Arul 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 Arul 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 Arul 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 Arul 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. “Ma, why don’t you help him.”, Mr Arul 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 Arul 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 Arul 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 Arul 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, ma.”, 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 Arul asked, looking at him.

”Fantastic aiya. Thank you also.”, he released his grip from my bum, and put it together in a praying motion, thanking Mr Arul. Why the fuck was he thanking him for? I did all the work. I felt the anger rise up in me. First Dadi, now Mr Arul 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 Arul 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 Dadi 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, Molu?”, he asked me, smiling slightly.

**End of Part 13.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 14.**

Dadi grabbed my hand, pulling me into the hall. I heard the front door close and lock as Mr Arul followed me closely behind. Dadi’s cock was rock hard, swinging at a ninety-degree angle as he moved around. 

He held my wrist, pulling me into the guest room. “Hmmm…. You little slut, how did that dirty cock taste?”, he sneered at me, looking at the dried cum on my lips and chin. Mr Arul held onto the strings on my back, releasing it so the bikini top fell to floor. 

“Fuck the bitch hard, Arul.”, Dadi said, as he lied down on the bed, opening his dhoti. His cock sprang out, the purple head sticking out welcoming me. He pulled his foreskin down, slowly stroking the shaft as Mr Arul undressed me. I felt Mr Arul’s hands on my hips, slowly rolling down the bikini bottom to my legs. He grabbed my ass cheeks hard, pulling it apart, looking at my little tight asshole. 

“Hmm… I’ve been waiting to fuck all your holes from last week, you little cock tease.” He held my head, pushing me face first onto the bed, my head hitting Dadi’s legs. 

“Come here, slut.”, Dadi said, holding his cock out to me. “Time for your lunch.”

I looked up at Dadi’s face, he had that serious scary expression on him again. I slowly crawled up in between Dadi’s legs towards his erection. Behind me I could hear Mr Arul unzipping his pants and removing his shirt. I turned my head to look at him, his big belly casting a shadow over his jet-black cock. Oh my god. He looked to be slightly more than 7 inches, and about an inch and half thick. Even his cock head that was peeking out from his foreskin was black in colour. He looked me in the eyes, smiling. 

Mr Arul grabbed my hips, positioning my ass up to his face. I arched my back towards him as I slowly took Dadi’s cock into my mouth. “Hmmmm…. suck it bitch … suck Dadi’s cock…”. I held the base of his cock straight, slowly lowering my head onto the purple head. Behind me, Mr Arul had his face positioned near my ass, I could feel his breath on my asshole. Grabbing the sides on my hips, he pushed his face into my pussy, biting the fat puffy lips with his teeth. His beard was tickling my clit as he slowly worked his tongue, slowly sliding it up and down my slit. 

“Mmmmphhhh….”, I moaned softly with Dadi’s cock in my mouth, sucking on it hard. Trying to run my tongue up and down along his meat. I felt Mr Arul push his face deeper between my thighs, his wet tongue searching for my creamy pussy hole. “Mmmmm….”, I moaned softly. Fuck. His tongue felt so good as it slowly slid into me, exploring the warm cavity. 

I slowly started to move my head up and down, my lips wrapped around Dadi’s cock, my left hand slid between his legs, searching for his hairy saggy balls. “”Hmmm….keep sucking slut …”, I looked up at Dadi’s face. His eyes were glazing, mouth open as he moaned softly. I grabbed the base of his hairy ball sack, gently massaging the testes. 

Mr Arul took his face off my wet pussy. He adjusted his body upwards, looking down at my asshole, spitting at it, the saliva hitting my ass crack and bum. I could feel the thick cock head touch my pussy lips. Oh fuck. That black monster in going inside me. I lifted my head off Dadi’s cock. 

“Uncle… uncle… you’re too big uncle…. Not yet…”, I yelled out. I felt it enter, pushing my pussy hole apart wide. Mr Arul placed both his hands on my lower back, gripping me hips hard. His right thumb was poking his saliva into the outer rim of my anus. 

“Fuckkkk….”, I yelled out as the fat black cock made its way deeper into me, tearing me apart. The pain was horrible, it felt like my pussy was tearing. 

“Shut up, bitch.”, he shouted from behind me, pushing all seven inches of cock meat into me. His thumb was forcing it’s way into my asshole now. Thap! His hips hit my thighs as he slid his cock out a little bit and slammed it back into my pussy. Thap! … Thap! … Thap!.... Mr Arul slowly increased his pace, it felt like his cock was going deeper and deeper into me with every thrust. 

“Hmmm… come up a little bit”, Dadi moaned softly, gripping my hands pulling me upwards with Mr Aruls cock still slamming my thighs. My breasts were jiggling, swinging up and down in Dadi’s face every time Mr Arul entered me. Dadi opened his mouth, trying to catch my nipples as they danced in his face. His mouth found my right tit, biting down on my hard nipple. 

“Ouuuu…”, I shouted out in pain as I felt his teeth dig into the dark brown nub. Dadi pulled my nipple with his mouth causing more pain to shoot up from my right nipple to the back of my head. Thap! Thap! Thap! Thap! Thap!, Mr Arul’s pace was increasing as he continued to pound my pussy hard. 

Dadi let my right nipple go, finding the left and biting down on it as well. “Ahhhh…fuckkkk…. That hurts”, I shouted in pain, I could feel tears beginning to form in my eyes from the sharp pain coming from my breasts. Dadi pulled the nipple with his teeth, stretching it. I could take it anymore, I collapsed onto his body, my back still arched towards Mr Arul as his hands held onto my hips, continuing to ride me. Dadi’s face was buried in between my tits, his hard cock poking into my stomach. 

“Take it…”, Dadi whispered into my ears. “Take his cock, you little slut.”. He wrapped his arms around my back, holding me down as Mr Arul kept pounding me. Thap! Thap! Thap!. The sound echoing inside the little room. They continued on in this position for a few minutes until I felt Mr Arul’s thick black cock slowly slide out from my gaping pussy hole. 

He moved back a little bit, placing both hands on my pussy lips, pulling it apart to look at the pink sore hole.

“Your turn, Santosh Ji.”, He smiled. 

Mr Arul moved his hands to my bum, pushing me upwards a little bit. I felt Dadi’s cock glide against my stomach down towards my pubic area. He pulled me upwards a little bit more, his hands in between our stomachs, trying to find my pussy. 

Dadi held me tight, my face buried into his neck, my breast squished onto his chest as he slid his cock into me easily. He slowly started to thrust his hips upwards, penetrating the sore hole. “Hmmmmm…mmm….mmm,”, I cried out softly with my face buried into his shoulders. I felt both of Dadi’s hands move down my back onto my ass cheeks, spreading it apart for Mr Arul. 

“I’m going to tear this hole, ma.”, Mr Arul brought his face close to my ear, whispering it to me. Fuck. I clenched my asshole shut as tightly as I could. I heard a small pop and thick liquid started pour down onto the entrance of my anus. Shit. He brought the coconut oil. 

Mr Arul squirted more onto his hand, gently massaging it onto his black knob. Dadi had stopped thrusting his cock into me, his hands still holding my butt cheeks apart for his friend. I started to cry as I felt Mr Arul force his middle and index finger into my tight asshole, using the oil to slide it in and out, trying to enlarge the hole for his cock. 

“Mppphhhhh,”, I buried my face tighter into Dadi’s neck, holding in the pain. Mr Arul slowly slid his fingers out of my oily anus. 

“Are you ready for it?”, he whispered into my ear excitedly. “You can shit easily after today.”, he laughed. I started to tear hearing him speak to me like that. Dadi’s cock was still buried inside my pussy as I felt a fat cock head touch the entrance on my asshole. 

Mr Arul slowly pushed the tip into me. “Ahhhhhh….ouuu”, I lifted my head, shouting out in pain feeling my butt hole widen. I could feel my anus walls tightening around the fat black knob entering me. 

Fuck. It hurt so much. Mr Arul readjusted himself, squatting above me, his hands holding my shoulders to balance himself as he pushed his cock deeper into my ass. 

“Shit. This bitch’s asshole is so fucking tight.”, I heard him comment behind me. 

Mr Arul slowly kept pushing as I felt my anus starting to fill up with cock. The oil was helping him slide in, but barely. The deeper he went, the dryer it was. Dadi was chuckling softly into my ears, his holding still holding my butt cheeks apart. Eventually Mr Arul had managed to push all 7 inches of his fat cock into me. 

Dadi let my butt cheeks go, holding onto my hips now. I was being double penetrated, a cock in both my pussy and asshole. The pain from my anus was causing me dizziness as I silently sobbed into Dadi’s shoulder. 

“This feels good, doesn’t it?”, Dadi whispered to me as Mr Arul slowly slid his cock out and pushed it back into my ass. I cried out a bit as I felt the cock enter me again. Mr Arul was ripping all my holes apart. At the same time, Dadi slowly started to grind his hips into me, a soft Pap! Pap! Pap! sound as his thighs hit my skin. From the back, Mr Arul started to increase his pace as well, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper down my asshole. Thap! Thap! Thap! The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing inside the room as both cocks slid in and out of my holes, pounding me hard. 

This continued on for about 10 minutes, I could feel the cocks hitting each other in between my pussy and anus wall. I sobbed quietly, my tears rolling down my cheeks hitting Dadi’s shoulders, accepting the abuse of both my holes. 

I could feel Dadi’s breaths getting heavier as his grinding increased speed.”Fuck… fuck… I’m going to cum…”, he tensed his body, spraying his cum deep inside my pussy. Fuck! I could feel the cum filling me up as he unloaded into me, the cum dripping out from my pussy hole onto his pubic hair and balls. 

Thap! Thap! Thap! Mr Arul continued to pound my poor asshole. I clenched my fist into a ball, waiting for him to finish. Dadi’s slippery flaccid cock slowly exited my pussy, his cum flooding out between my wet pussy lips. Dadi continued to hold my hips out towards him as he increased his speed even more, his finger nails digging into my shoulders. “Ahhh…”, I moaned softly into Dadi’s shoulders, the pain becoming unbearable from the thick cock. 

Mr Arul quickly pulled out of me, grabbing my hair, and throwing me off Dadi’s body. I screamed in pain as I felt my scalp burning. He got on top of me, his legs spread beside my waist, stroking his thick shaft, his cock was rock hard, thick veins popping out from his black foreskin. 

“Open your mouth slut.”, Mr Arul growled at me, staring me in the eyes. I slowly lifted my body up, putting my face near his cock, the smell of coconut oil and my asshole filling up my nostrils. Dadi laid down beside me, watching with a big grin on his face. “Open it.”. Without waiting for me, he pushed his cock into my mouth, holding the thick base of his cock, and let go. “Hmmmmmmaahhhh”, he moaned loudly as thick spurts of cum started to shoot out of his cock down my throat. He stood there, his head looking up at the ceiling, as I swallowed everything he gave me. Gagging as I felt the long thick cock hit the back of my mouth, still releasing its creamy liquid into me. 

He looked down at me, smiling. “I’m not done , you little slut….”, he said , locking his eyes onto mine, slowly pulling the black meat out of my mouth as the cum started to drip out down my chin. He aimed the cock at my face, stroking it hard again. I closed my eyes, knowing what was about to come.

Cum flew out of his black piss hole, hitting me in the face, hair and chest. Thick goblets of creamy goo sliding down my body, the smell of his cum started to get heavy in the little room. He held his cock at my face, little droplets of cum still falling down onto my legs. Dadi watched him in awe, amazed at the amount of cum this man had in him. 

“Clean it bitch.”, he said looking at me, smiling widely. 

I moved my cum drenched face close to his cock, slowly taking the fat black head into my mouth. I could feel it getting softer as I suckled the head, my wet tongue sliding around the tip and playing with his thick foreskin. I could taste his cum in every part of my mouth. 

“Fuck. That was good.”, he said with a heavy sigh, pulling his cock out of my mouth, looking at me. 

I laid back down, exhausted. Both my holes were so sore from the pounding I had received, I could still feel Dadi’s cum flowing out of my pussy down towards my gaping anus. There was thick sticky cum all over my face and hair, tear stains on my cheeks. Mr Arul slowly moved to the side of the bed, sitting down at the edge, his big belly hanging downwards. His black cock head has succumbed back into it’s shelter under his thick foreskin. He was panting heavily, the thick gold chain he was wearing moving up and down with every breath. 

Dadi looked at me, a sick grin on his face, then at Mr Arul. “Arul, ready for round 2?”

**End of Part 14.**

[B1ryani]

college girl means this is under age story??????????

Nope. 18+ . Young college student

[B1ryani]

just amazing nothing to say bro just amazing

Thank you so much. I will continue on to Chapter 3 of the story. =)

[B1ryani]

**Part 15.**

I left Nani’s house later in the evening. Dadi and Mr Arul took to filling up all my holes multiple times over the course of the day. Dadi even grabbed the camcorder from the hall and placed it in the room, recording Mr Arul pounding my sore asshole for the second time while Dadi used my mouth to release his cum. They took multiple pictures of me in various positions with cum dripping out of my holes on the guest bed, for his personal use, Mr Arul said. Dadi accepted it, making him promise that the pictures and videos stayed within the two of them. Mr Arul agreed with the guarantee that he would get to fuck me whenever he returned to the village. 

I was exhausted when I left, my pussy and asshole sore from the activities of the day. Before I left, Mr Arul took me aside, giving me a strip of pills, telling me to take them the next morning to avoid getting impregnated. I got home, greeting my parents who were watching television in the hall and went straight to my room, my brother was probably out with his friends. I had showered in Nani’s house before I left, desperately trying to wash the cum off from my body. 

“Shanti, how was your outing with Manisha?”, I heard ma ask me from outside my door. 

“It was good ma.”, I replied, “I’m so tired, just going to sleep early tonight.”

“Have you had your dinner?”

I did. Nani had cooked some food for Dadi before she left, which he had made me eat naked in their living room. 

“Yes, ma. I did.”

A month or so had passed, and thankfully, I had gotten my period a week after that day. We had gone to Nani’s house a few times since then as a family, with Dadi and me acting casual as if nothing had happened between us. He would try and cop a feel of my body as and when he had the opportunity to be alone with me, ensuring Nani or my parents were no where close to us. I tried my best to avoid going there alone and spent more time in college with my friends. Mr Arul has been quiet as well, I haven’t heard a word from him since he left back to the city. Deep down I was always fearful that one day those pictures and videos may end up on the internet and somebody would recognize me. 

Classes continued as usual, with assignments continuously filling up my free time at home. I also started to spend more time with Manisha and getting to know Rahul. He came from a well to do family in our village, his father owned several sundry shops in a few villages. He is small framed and skinny, slightly taller than 5 feet. He hair slicked neatly to the side and always wore his thin framed glasses. Rahul was always soft spoken and well natured to wards me, and I started to like him as a friend as well. Manisha had started to get serious with him as well, constantly flirting and spending more time with him. I could tell she really liked him. 

It was the week after our final examinations that Manisha had come spend the night over at my house. We had been looking forward to a girl’s night sleepover, and it has been a long time since we had spent time together, just the both of us. We have been friends for the last 7 years, starting from college, and it just so happened we both got into the same college in the township near our village. 

We spoke a lot about college assignments, other girls and of course, boys. 

“So…. You really like Rahul, huh?”, I teased her.

She giggled softly, swinging her long hair back, her flawless light brown skin shining under the fluorescent light. “Yes. I do ... he is sweet.”

“He is sweet? Or he tastes sweet?”, I looked at her, smiling slightly.

She laughed out loud, pinching my thighs.

“Owwwww…. That hurt Manisha”, I laughed back, rubbing my thigh.

“Pfft.”, she rolled her eyes at me, smiling widely, her left hand slowly rubbing my calf. “He is sweet … to me. He treats me well.”, she looked me in the eyes. “He doesn’t have many friends in college, always keeping to himself.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. He plans to leave and finish his studies abroad, so I guess he really isn’t interested in staying here anymore.”, she said, looking down, a slight frown on her face, her beautiful pink lips curled downwards. 

“Do you plan to follow him?”, I asked, curious. 

“You know we can’t afford it.”, she said sadly. “Maybe after graduation. I would go wherever he is.”

“I see.”, I nodded slightly. “…and he is ok with that?”

“Yea. He is. He said he will bring me there once he has settled in.”, she said, smiling slightly. I could tell Manisha really liked him. I reached out and patted her head playfully. 

“So…. Have you guys done it?”, I said, grinning at her. 

Manisha looked at me with a naughty smile. “Hehehehe …not yet.”, she snickered softly. “Just some light groping as we make out. He’s very shy around me, even when we are alone together.”

“Has he seen you naked yet?”.

“What?! NOO!.”, she blushed hard, avoiding looking at my face. “We are meeting tomorrow though.”

“Where?”

“At a hotel in town.”, she said shyly.

“What! A hotel?! So, you guys do intend to do it then?”, I said, my eyes opened wide. 

“No. Maybe. I don’t know.”, she said, she reached out and held my hand. “We do occasionally rent a room for a couple of hours, but just to make out.”, she said softly, “It’s difficult for us to get any time alone. His family is always at home, so is mine. So, we rent a room at random hotels to kiss.”, she giggled again. 

“Right. Just kiss.”, I rolled my eyes at her, smiling slyly. 

“I don’t know. I might take things to a higher level eventually.”, she said in a serious tone, her big brown eyes looking up at the ceiling, as if in deep thought. “Why don’t you tag along for a little while tomorrow?”

“What the hell? Why would I tag along? To watch the both of you kiss?”, I blurted out, trying to hold back my laughter. 

“Hahahaha, for fun. Just to see his face when both of us appear at the door.”, she smiled cheekily. “Hang out with us for a little while. Then leave. The hotel isn’t so far from here anyway.”

“Fine.”, I let out a long sigh to playfully show my annoyance at her. “But I’ll leave if things get out of hand between the both of you.”

Manisha grinned at me, “It just might.”, she laughed.

**End of Part 15.**