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Thursday, 26 March 2020

A Girl Chooses a Coach - Part 2

Aruna sighed, tossing in her bed unable to settle down for the night. She regretted having fucked her Uncle Sudhir. But her reasons were different from what one might have imagined.

Aruna had only recently got married. She and her husband Gopi were both fairly young; she 22 and he was just 25. Gopi was inexperienced but had all the passion and desire that a young man would have. She, on the other hand, was really quite naïve and uninitiated in sexual matters.

Aruna remembered how she had been with her Sudhir Uncle. She called him 'Daddy-Uncle' fondly in acknowledgement of his role as a family senior. Over the years she had never been too conscious that the relative she was being physically close to was a male. She touched him, she sat on his lap and did other things a girl her age ought not to have done.

She wondered how 'Daddy-Uncle' had managed with her sexual naïveté. She could not remember one occasion on which Sudhir Uncle had touched her breasts or her pussy or tried to kiss or touch her.

She could however remember several occasions on which she had sat on him. Rested herself on him, her tender budding breasts pressing hard against his chest. Of feeling him against her ass as she sat on his lap. How had she been so ignorant?

But she was. Thinking back, knowing what she did know she could believe it.

Gopi, her new husband had to teach her everything about sex. Most of what they did together was based on what he had seen in porn movies. He made her hold his cock which she found 'icky'. But then he shocked her by kissing her in places she considered 'dirty'. The icky stuff seemed like a good deal in exchange for the pleasure he gave her kissing her pussy and licking it like he was feeding.

The first time he held her head and guided her to his cock, she held her breath. As she choked she breathed. And then, guided by his hands, she bobbed up and down on him. The tastes and smells were acrid but her husband's pleasure kept her going. And then those smells yielded to new tastes and aromas she was happy to slurp on.

And he made her do many things to parts of his body she did not know existed. But then he also did things to her she did not know were possible. And then in their lovemaking, their fucking they did those same things to each other over and over again. Different sequences. Different moments.

And as she learned to let him use his cock on her and as she demanded things from him Aruna changed. Almost immediately, Aruna remembered the day she had sat on Sudhir Uncle's lap and felt his erection. She had not known then; but now she knew that back then 'Daddy-Uncle' had been aroused by her. Aruna's pussy twitched at the thought.

She was fond of her 'Daddy-Uncle' and felt that for all the bonding that they had shared and intimacy she had shown, the fact that sex was missing was incredible. She had not known. But he must have known, surely?

Had he not felt her nipples poking? Or her pussy rub against his thigh? Could he not have told her about sex? He had taught her almost everything else that prepared her for life. From how to ride a bike to cracking her exams at the highest level.

But why did he not teach her to fuck?

Possessing no inhibition about Uncle Sudhir -- they were so close- Aruna decided to something about the one thing that still separated her from him. Immediately on return from her honeymoon -- during which she and Gopi had not even seen the reception of the hotel- Aruna went visiting.

While her mother spent time in the kitchen with Shanta aunty (Sudhir's wife), Aruna took her uncle even as he sat on his chair. She mounted him, having planned to wear a short denim skirt. She often wore clothes that were basically inappropriate around a conventional Indian home. But this time she left out wearing panties and her bra.

She spread her legs so he would notice.

When he saw that her pussy was bare he told her what she was doing was wrong. But Aruna pointed out that he was not supposed to have looked up her skirt in the first place; so he had no way of knowing.

She was pleased that he let her pull down his trousers. His engorged penis sprang out, shocking that little girl of his. She had only just been introduced to the male anatomy in its sexual splendor.

Was she ready for this?

Ready or not, she took him. She on top, he reclining in his chair. Stretched and spread to her widest, she had struggled to take him in; but she did.

She had fucked him like Gopi had taught her to. Under pressure to 'finish' before they were discovered she kept checking whether he was near cumming. 'Daddy-Uncle's staying power confirmed what she had suspected all along. Sudhir Uncle was strong and virile; if Gopi was this much, Daddy-Uncle would be more.

Gopi came quickly. But he fucked her often enough every day of their honeymoon.

Sudhir Uncle took a lot to cum. In the meantime, she had cum uncounted times. When Daddy-Uncle came in her she was clogged with his cum. It was a tight plugged pussy messed up with great gobs of his cum. There was so much she wanted to do, but there was no time.

She wanted to do more things that Gopi had taught her; like suck him. Like lie back and have him pound her to nothing. Like feel his strong shoulders around her thighs and ass as he sucked her cunt.

Gopi had shown her everything; but Daddy-Uncle was stronger with a harder, firmer body. She could connect what Gopi was teaching with what she knew of her Daddy-Uncle.

But in that corner office of Sudhir Uncle's the only thing she could do was mount and ride him to a quick finish.

After that furtive fuck, neither Aruna nor Sudhir were really done. Sudhir's hard-on returned quicker than it had in recent years. Aruna's cunt throbbed for more. She had cleaned out the mess made from fucking Sudhir Uncle. By the time she reached her car her pussy was squishy again -- not from anything Uncle Sudhir had deposited in her.

When Gopi returned from work, his still new bride took him with a gusto and hunger he had been accustomed to from the honeymoon days. Gopi himself had struggled through his work day, his cock going hard time and again at the thought of his young wife. He had been pleasantly surprised that while she had known nothing of sex, she had taken to it with the fervor of a new convert.

Aruna discovered her husband also liked to talk dirty in bed. After sucking orgasms out of her pussy and reducing her to a bubbling mass of flesh begging for more, he taught her the word 'fuck'. He made her beg him to fuck her. He called her a bitch as he hammered into her.

She clung on to him as he fucked her. They came in unison. She stifled her scream then. Later he made her scream. He made her cry out his name. He made her ask for his cock. Soon Aruna learned the vocabulary that her husband wanted her to use in their bedroom. Words she had never heard before in the protected environment of her home.

Today too, they fucked like rutting animals.

Aruna screamed the same way they had in their honeymoon cottage.

"Oh fuck me, you bastard! Yes cum! Oh yes take me! Oh fuckkkkk!" she bellowed.

By the time Gopi covered her mouth with his, his new bride's screams and begging dirty talk had carried to the ears of his parents downstairs.

Such language! Well, at least their son was getting what he wanted from her in bed, they thought to themselves.

He fucked her three times that evening. Once when he just returned from work, once before dinner and once more at bedtime. And now he was asleep.

And there was Aruna, tossing around on her bed, regretting having fucked Uncle Sudhir. While the sex with Gopi continued to excite her, the thickness of Daddy-Uncle's cock had imprinted itself on her mind. She needed that incredible, downright scary stretch.

While Gopi's dirty talk turned her on, she wondered if Uncle Sudhir used similar language with Shanta aunty. Unlikely. But she wanted to find out.

While Gopi's cumming in her was satisfying to her, she wondered about Sudhir Uncle's drenching and forceful cum.

Something in the encounter with her Daddy-Uncle robbed her of the complete satiation she had with Gopi.

She was restless. She needed more. She wondered if Sudhir Uncle did to Shanta aunty the kind of things Gopi did to her. More important, did Shanta aunty know how to give Sudhir Uncle the full pleasure of the kind Gopi had taught her to give him? And if Shanta aunty didn't then she Aruna would give Sudhir Uncle that.

She wanted her Daddy-Uncle to have everything. He had done so much for her. She felt she could repay him with that extra dimension of pleasure. She found herself hoping that Shanta aunty did not know all that and that she would have that opportunity.

And despite having been fucked thrice that evening, she stirred as her pussy twitched at the thought of how Sudhir Uncle's cock made her overfull.

And it was this restlessness for more that made her regret having fucked him at all.

Opportunities to meet Sudhir Uncle were not hard to come by. For years every one visited every one else's place at will. The houses were in the same locality. However, part of that 'open-house' culture also meant that there were no closed doors and no really absolute privacy.

She caught him in his home-office in one corner of the hall. They had always been playful with each other. Aruna wanted that playfulness to remain but she wanted it to be loaded with her new found discoveries. She had always teased him and now she had a new way to do just that.

The moment Sudhir saw Aruna flounce in he tried to get up; but his recliner made that difficult. Soon, she was in front of him and leaning forward she gave him a good look down the front of her top. Aruna did not have all that much to show, her breasts being reasonably flat, more like inverted saucers; they were covered quite completely by the bra she was wearing.

"So how is my Daddy-Uncle?" she asked impishly.

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