Erotica A Girl Chooses a Coach

[Kiñg of Devils]

"She looks like a tart!" commented an aunt only to be told by her husband that she was jealous she never had those looks. As she walked past some of the seated men an older man she knew to be a tease asked loudly, "Is that our Aruna who has grown so big? She used to be small and sit on my lap!" he said, slapping his thigh.

He had been eyeing her sexy, rolling ass, that being his weak point. "Ass man more than a tits man!" he had confessed to his shocked wife when they were newly wed and he first took her doggy style.

"I still can sit on your lap!" announced Aruna as her drinks finally hit her. She sat on his thigh, sideways as little girls do. The gaggle of admirers that went around with her formed a semi circle around her as always. But this grand uncle on whose lap she sat was to her left and the group of men and women was on her right. Those people met each other regularly. She was the one who was the curiosity. After her marriage she had relocated overseas soon after and was returning only now after a couple of years.

A cousin brought her a refill of drink which she gratefully accepted in her right hand. Her left hand dropped to the space between the granduncle's thighs.

"How are things over there? Do you cook? How have you managed to maintain yourself? I am told there is no help and you have to do everything yourself?" These were the typical questions she faced.

"Do you remember those days when you used to sit on my thigh and I used to swing you up and down?" asked granduncle.

"Yes, mama!" she crooned, hand on his cheek and face close to his. She allowed her saree to slip strategically. Granduncle watched that exposed bosom. Without doubt he was still an 'ass man' but her breasts were beautifully swollen, delicately exposed and tantalizingly close. He felt a stirring in his groin which he had not for years. As his cock leaped with a renewed supply of blood, she felt for him.

Whatever his age could not achieve, her hand achieved. She searched for and found his semi-erect cock. Fingers splayed she trapped the head between her thumb and forefinger. Her wrist was turned over towards him. She pressed the soft head and it plopped out of her fingers. When she did that again, it was harder erect and didn't plop that easily. A few more plops later she could not make him plop- he was rock hard.

Granduncle gagged in pleasure as he felt an erection that he had long thought he was incapable of. He put his right arm around her shoulder so that the brazen action by Aruna was as unnoticed as possible. She felt a wetness in her fingers as his precum leaked through.

She could not do more. She had teased him enough. She let go and stood up leaving granduncle gasping for more. That would teach him about the little girl that sat on his lap!

Sudhir was not a 'anything' man. He went for what he fancied in a given woman. And all evening his eyes were fixed on the way that ass of Aruna's held up. With those heels, when she leaned forward, they jutted out ever more, asking to be taken. At one point she spread her legs wide while leaning and he felt his erection go uncomfortably hard in the restraint of his underclothes.

He remembered the last time he had sunk into the hot bubbling cauldron that lay behind that layer of chiffon, between those legs, between those soft now-plump buttocks. She had bulked up just right in the correct places and was just lusciously rounded. Marriage and fucking seemed to have done that to her.

The music started and bodies started swaying as those inclined to dance shifted to one end of the hall. Others gave reproachful looks at the decline in 'cultural standards'. And those who had grown older but had not had the chance to get close to a variety of women also stepped into the melee.

It was packed with jostling, moist bodies. In the encouraging rhythm of Bollywood beats, more barriers fell and gents and ladies, mamas and maamis, youngsters, all came a lot closer. The women let their guard drop, as did dupattas (a kind of stole covering the upper bodies), saree pallos (that part of the saree covering the upper body) and cleavages were bared.

Aruna sipped from her glass as she moved and – some said intentionally – accidentally spilled some drink from her lips. It flowed down her chin and mischievously ran down her chest. She looked down and pulled the blouse forward to the liquid to race down and not stain the delicate fabric.

 

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Her cousin who was dancing with her could not help saying, "Ooh, my!" as she watched the skin glitter, the bosom heave. For a moment she felt like licking the moisture on Aruna's chest and throat and chin and up to those lips, which were now curved in a naughty smile crowned by a sparkling smile.

Aruna moved closer to her and briefly their breasts pressed. She let her hand drop to the other woman's hips and spontaneously they ground out towards each other in rhythm. It was heady.

Aruna laughed and moved off to one of her admirers of the opposite sex. "Come!" she invited him. "You want to try that?" she asked. She was tantalizingly close and they could smell each other. She made the same move, the grind routine and allowed him to come as close as needed to let him imagine he felt her pubis. He wasn't sure but by the time the next grind came around she was gone, having felt his erection rub against her now moist lips.

A heady mix of drink and rhythm, the close proximity to men who she was comfortable with and their open admiration of her caused her to get even more aroused and bold.

She was not alone. Every one was like that now. Just that she had already titillated all those who had been watching her through the evening and some of them were on fire. She whetted their appetite and as the hunger in her loins surged, she looked harder for her Sudhir Uncle, her 'daddy-uncle', and the master lover.

She was now dancing with one of the mamas (old uncles) who was mimicking a move he had seen on TV on a late night song program (Midnight Masala) where they played raunchy numbers. The elder was nearly half down on his haunches and lips were close to her tummy. She was moving in rhythm as is smearing her pussy on all of his body.

And yet her eyes were searching for her ultimate man, the strong, well-muscled and virile Sudhir uncle. That is what caused her to lose sight of other movements on the crushed dance floor and her drink was jolted, this time causing quite a spill, a spray hitting the face of the older uncle who was kind-of between her legs, gyrating. As the liquid flowed down he put his hand on her back and pulled her close enough to lick the fluid off.

She let him do that in the spontaneity of the moment. But she also needed touch. Her skin shivered as the warm tongue plied on her skin just below her breasts. But if she was going to save her saree she needed to rush to the washroom.

Just as she pushed the door to the rest room open, her blouse fell forward and down, unfettered. Aruna just about managed to hold the front panels to her chest. It could not have come undone on its own! Whose sense of misplaced humor was this? She turned around, temper rising and she gasped as she saw it was her Sudhir Uncle.

As she had broken away from the crowd, so had Sudhir. Just a few steps behind her, he had made his move- he reached out and held the cord of the upper tether to her flimsy blouse. As she walked away it had come undone.

Now her face went beet red and she could feel the flush spread to the roots of her hair, her chest and shot like bolts of electricity to the tips of her nipples as they shot to a ramrod-stiff erectness.

Her Sudhir Uncle was magnificent. Towering over her, broad and strong, with a horizontal smear of sandalwood paste on his forehead that seemed to illuminate his face. Muscular arms, broad chest and he was wearing the traditional mundu – a sarong that men wear in that part of India.

He stepped forward and so close that she had to step back and they were suddenly inside the rest room, alone. It was a small one for one person's use. Not like the large one near the main lobby which had many cubicles. This was nearer the banquet hall of the hotel.

He swiveled her around to face the mirror and stood behind her. He was tantalizingly close to her. They could smell and feel the sexy-hot, sweaty presence of one another.

Ever so gently he held her arms and brought them to her sides, fingers interlaced. The blouse panels fell. She stood exposed to him. In the mirror he saw that her beautiful breasts had more body and bounce than before. She was fully a woman now. Those lovely nipples on which he had feasted before, were desperately asking to be sucked again.

She looked at him devouring her with his eyes and she felt a twinge, a pulse, then a rich flow between her legs. She was ready for him, to be taken. Then his eyes came to her eyes.

"Enda, moley," he asked softly. (How are you?)

She nodded without saying a word. Her throat was choked with desire and feeling. Sudhir's hands left hers and slowly, palms on the sides of her legs, feeling her, he drew up, inch by inch, her clothes. Their eyes were on one another; sometimes meeting, sometimes his eyes roamed her body. When he looked at her, she looked at herself, too. And somehow she seemed and felt sexier with his eyes on her.

All the playful flirtatiousness of the evening and the resultant arousal felt pale in comparison to what Sudhir did to her with just his eyes.

When she felt a waft of cool air on her buttocks she came back to the reality of the situation. She was half opened out in a space in to which anyone could enter with her uncle.

"Not here," she barely whispered. "Anyone could come in."

"I have it locked," he lied. She didn't bother to counter what he said though she knew he didn't have time to do that yet. The desire rushing through her body was overwhelming. Sudhir merely moved his foot to the base of the door to jam it and prevent anyone from pushing it open without his noticing.

 

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She had her heels on. That lovely, fuller rump was jutting out. Sudhir's palm closed on the hot furnace between her legs and a finger slipped in front of the panties. Not inside her but across – in from one side and out the other.

His finger felt the soft silky panty as he moved it up and down. Down as far as the panties would allow him and up till he crossed her pussy and the finger came up above the panty waistband.

A few more times and she was shivering and he knew she would not protest the tearing asunder of that flimsy obstacle. The finger traced to the waist side where the panties were thinnest and he proceeded to twist the thin fabric. It wedged between her pussy lips, massaging her there. And Sudhir made it do more of that.

She shivered.

"Stop," she said, trying to grip his hand. That was when he flexed his muscles and it came away in his hands. He brought it to his lips and smelled her. She was ready for her uncle.

Reaching under her he cupped her pubis and pulled her body back so that she leaned forward, hands resting on the washbasin counter.

"We cant!" she moaned, pressing and grinding into his palm which came up from under her, fingers pointing upward.

"Why?" he asked.

"I am trying to get pregnant. Its two years and its not happening. Something is the matter," she confessed.

"Good," he replied. "Let's sort it tonight."

The blouse fell in to the damp basin. It was going to get ruined and she would haven nothing to wear. Grabbed the tethers and held it between her teeth, and tried to wiggle out of his grip. Her breasts were now covered.

Her fingers gripped the marble top and she held the blouse tethers in her mouth and leaned forward, shaking her head in disbelief, denial – she wanted to stop him and she wanted him, too.

Sudhir dropped his mundu and holding her hips tried to feel his way through to her cunt with his cock. Aruna gasped with pleasure as she felt the strong thick cock against her ass. She relished its dimensions! Life was unfair – her husband's cock was a total compromise compared to this. Despite enjoying sex with him, these moments showed her the gross difference.

The cock rubbed, grazed and at times was parallel to her cunt. The only time when it was about to penetrate anywhere was when Sudhir snagged on the sphincter of her anal passage.

"Do you want to take me there?" gasped Aruna. As she spoke her breasts lay bare as the blouse fell again. "I can. I have. I know how to. And it is as pleasurable and I wont get pregnant," she said.

"No," said Sudhir firmly. He wanted that soft, hot, wet sheath gripping his cock as he sank in to her womb.

"What do you want daddy-uncle?" groaned poor Aruna, weak with desire.

She bent forward more, reached under with one hand and guided his cock to its target of desire. "Now," she said urgency in her voice. She had to quickly put her hand back on the marble top to prepare for the oncoming assault.

He gritted his teeth as he made the penetration. Juices poured onto his pillar and both of them moaned in unison as he sank into her, slowly, till his muscled abdomen slapped against her ass.

"Uncle!" cried out Aruna in delight.

"My love," he shivered, his own pleasure overcoming him. They lingered, feeling each other.

"I missed this," they said together. She smiled at him in the mirror looking up. Reaching up behind she undid the knot of hair tossed her head. Long locks cascaded down on her back. "For you," she murmured knowing he liked long, thick hair.

Then she reached under to hold the tethers of the blouse in her teeth to save her it from definite ruin. "Don't!" he stopped her.

"But my blouse," she complained.

"Never mind that," he said gruffly, fucking her once hard for effect. She shuddered and shivered at the effect of his sexuality on her.

"But." she began when he cut her off. "I want to see those beauties," he insisted.

Her breasts. Beautiful mounds of flesh topped by delightful teats, for him to milk. He knew her nipples to be trigger points for twinges of pleasure in her cunt from their fucking in the past. Back then when he had fucked her first here mangoes were like totapuris: saucer shaped with upwards points to the nipples. Those totapuris were now more like mulgovas. Full, more rounded, heavy and nipples less protruding, softened in their highlight by the heft of those mounds.

His mouth watered. She was very much a woman. He had fucked an imp of a girl the first time around. He was now tasting a delicious, sumptuous woman.

She looked down at what he had called beauties. They hung, ripe and ready to be taken. Those nipples ached now that he had said he wanted to see them. She looked back up at him in the mirror. She wiggled her hips and spread out a bit more readying for what she knew was coming.

She marveled and how measured she had been in being able to wait while her cunt swallowed his cock. Her impatient assault on him before had given way to the sexuality of a gourmand. His fucking commenced with slow long strokes, savoring the texture that was uniquely Aruna.

 

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After three or four of thus, Sudhir thrust in hard up into her womb and held himself there. "Ah! Uncle!" she yelped at that thrust, bending more and tightening her grip on the marble slab in front of her.

She looked below and saw her breasts jiggle and sway with his fucking. She tried fucking him back but Uncle had her hips in his grip. And every three slow long ones were met by one hard, vigorous, womb penetrating thrust. She seethed in pleasure as the variation in pace played havoc with her.

"Amma! Ah!" she went at the hard ones. She made whimpering sounds at the slow fucks, relishing the measured tempo then suddenly wanting the animal thrust. As the fucking progressed, three seemed too long for a animal fuck. She wished he would pound every two strokes; then alternately; then only pound into her each time, only animal.

But Sudhir Uncle maintained his tempo. Then came the series of unexpected short and fast jabs as Sudhir felt the need to take the edge off his desire.

"Nnh! Nnnnnhhh! Haaah! Nnnnhuh!" she went trying to control her screaming. They had already been fucking for 15 minutes and her husband would have spilled his seed by now. Here, Sudhir was testing the limits of her control on her vocal chords.

"Nyaaah! Haaaaa! Fuck meeeeeeee!" she whimpered, finally unable to hold back. "I missed this fucking Sudhir uncle!" she shuddered as her cunt started to release enough to flow down her legs.

As the edge came off, he slowed. Letting go of her hips, he fucked her smoothly. The only contact between them was his cock embedded in her cunt. He brought his hands on her smooth back and caressed her gently. She shivered. He ran his finger nails up and down her back drawing long pink indentations on her soft skin.

"Uncle, uncle, uncle!" she blabbered, reaching behind and holding his buttock and begging for more thrusts. Her skin seemed alive and as if she had a million clits all over her ready to orgasm.

And as she came helplessly, some one pushed at the door really hard and with Sudhir's effort and energy on thrusting that person did manage to open the door a crack. Through the sliver was seen the sight of a woman bent over, her breasts jiggling and slapping around, her hair spread over her and the sounds of her pleasure: "Oh! Ah! Yes! You are a delightful lover! Fuck me! More! Ya! Ya! Ya!"

Nothing could be seen or made out of who it was. Sudhir slowed his fucking and leaned against the door, his cock mostly out of Aruna now and the door clicked shut. The other person had seen enough to know that discretion was needed.

Aruna gasped when Sudhir left her. He took a moment to now latch and lock the door. Aruna turned around and leaned back on the marble top, her knees weak and wobbly from the assault. She looked down at the heap of her garments and the blouse now hung down from her breast downwards. Those poor nipples were still hurting from the lack of attention.

She was panting from her pleasure and she gentled palmed those aching nipples. Sudhir turned back and knelt in front of his niece. He kissed the gaping open cunt. He sucked, sucked hard. He tasted himself and her in her cunt. Aruna abandoned her breasts and her hands dropped to his head. Propping herself further up she provided a gaping open, down facing cunt for her marauding uncle.

One hand slid up into her cunt and Sudhir pushed her clit outward from within to bring it to the forefront of his flicking tongue. Aruna thrashed wildly and came in torrents, down on his mouth.

He kept licking and sucking till she slid off the marble into his hands and down on the floor, limp as a rag doll.

She shook her head in disbelief. There were days when she masturbated for an orgasm after her husband had rolled off her, imagining this same Sudhir. And here he was several of her orgasms later – her eyes wandered down to his cock, large and imposing.

"Uncle, time?" she wondered.

"Time to think about your pregnancy," said Sudhir, unmindful of anything but his lust for his niece.

He knelt in between her legs. The poor girl felt drained but she knew more was coming and braced herself. This pinnacle of pleasure was so hard to get! She had to gorge on him, here and now!

 

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His hands slid under her plump bottom. He lifted her up so that her cunt was over his cock but her shoulder blades took the bulk of her weight. His cock now came to rest on her anal passage.

"This is where you were inviting me, no?" he asked. She nodded.

Lubricated by saliva dripping from his lips, Sudhir entered her.

"Uncle!" screamed the girl in panic. "He is slender. You are a monster! Stop" she wept as he spread her painfully wide. It was a searing, hot pain like she might tear.

He nodded and stopped. Eyes firmly on his cock as it disappeared into her, he pushed. His thumb as plugged into her cunt now; she was propped on one strong arm of his. His thumb fucked her and she screamed a hollow pleasurable scream as she felt herself speared on two ends.

Every time his thumb merged more fluid made its way to his cock where it was drilling her. Slowly but surely he sank in fully. Then very gently, smiling at her tenderly, he pulled out and slid back in.

She shivered, "Yaaaaaaaaaaa!" she sighed. Thumb and cock. Both passages filled, one more than the other. Everything inside here was squeezed out. She gave herself up to him, closing her eyes, focusing on the movement of his flesh inside her.

And the Sudhir felt his cum boil from the tightness of her sheath. And this was destined for her womb.

He pulled out and lifted her fully onto himself. They were now face to face, he on his haunches and she legs extended on either side of him, sitting on him. Holding her ass, he guided her down onto his cock.

Effortlessly holding her he slid her on and held her down. She made like she was rowing so that her body lifted off his magnificent, unrelenting cock. Again he pulled her back. Again she swung herself up. On. Then up. Then on. Then up, again.

Finally her breasts got the relief they had ached for. He pulled those nipples into his mouth, sucking and letting them run between his teeth. She gagged when he did that.

"Aaaaaaaah! Uncle! The way you suck, fuck! Oh, fuckkkkkkkkkkk!" she cried out.

Then his seed came to a boil again and he knew he was going to cum. He laid her back on the floor, briefly leaving her. She held her legs wide, knees up the way she had been advised for impregnation.

He mounted her again, this time for a fuck to finish. She felt wonderful when she felt the full weight of her man on him, hard and muscular as he was. Sudhir grabbed her petticoat and wiped himself dry and dried her cuntlips best as he could. This dryness was the cause for her to cry out the way she did when he plunged into her.

"Ayyo! Amma!" she screamed at her loudest as pleasure seared through to her soul. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" she went.

"Take! My baby!" he bellowed.

"Give uncle. Fuck me, fill me!" she begged thrusting back as much as she could.

They pounded into each other and then when he was about to burst, he raised himself up on his arms and thrust his hips as far forward and deep as they would go. He held himself in. She felt the cockhead rear up in her womb. She felt full like she never had in the last two years. There was no space in there for anything but Sudhir's monster – not even for air.

Despite all the fucking and precum he had leaked, the release was grand and powerful.

"Oh my god! Oh.... My. god!" she shuddered, her fingers clawing at his tensing buttocks, willing him to release every drop he had left for her. The cock surged in release, flooding her insides. She was clogged in that very first spurt.

"Yah!" he shouted in triumph. "Take. That, that, that!" he bellowed, each time his cock spewed into her. The thrusting had to slow as the thick cum clogged her insides and squishy noises emerged from thrusting. She was full. He was emptying. Still.

She clung to him, practically lifting herself off the ground and hanging by him, suspended in a fashion. Her nails dug in fully, unmindful of marks and scratches she was making on him.

Wrung by her, he spent fully into her. When he slipped out, he stayed kneeling. He held her knees together, and pressed her thighs as closely as possible. He smiled at her. All the goodness was staying inside her and deep in her womb, making her pregnancy all but certain. He kept her like that for a bit.

She gathered her clothes and could not get rid of the 'well fucked' look. Stains were everywhere and her skin was hot flushed red. What was more, the large expanse of her back more marks of his fingernails as he had raked her, taking her from behind. Her hair was open and in places stuck to her face and back, held there by sweat.

Her legs were streaked with cum and fluids she did not know how to describe.

But when Sudhir wore his mundu, he looked as impeccable as when he entered. The music was pounding and the crowd was considerably thinner. Sudhir held his ravaged and tattered niece's wrist and slid out along the wall toward the exit, avoiding everyone to her relief.

 

[Rahul]

wonderful story

 

[XP 007]

Really great story

 

[Shubham Yadav]

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