A Girl Chooses a Coach Ch. 02

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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. illegal bahis 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 illegal bahis siteleri the bra she was wearing.

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

“I am fine,” grunted Sudhir. Over the years his embarrassment at dealing with the girl had increased as she grew older. He had now reached a new level of inhibition following the way she had taken him just the other day.

“Or should I be more precise and ask how your cock is?” she laughed.

Sudhir squirmed. Suddenly after years of enforcing discipline and standards he found it difficult to reprimand Aruna for her language.

“Have you ever used words like that?” she asked him.

“What do you mean?” stammered Sridhar.

“With aunty. Does she ask for this — your cock?” she asked reaching out and searching out the outline of his cock.

“I can’t be talking about all that you,” gasped Sudhir.

“Why not? I can tell you that Gopi does talk like that with me! And I too with him!” she said laughingly. She found his cock and rubbed lightly with her thumb as it progressed from its repose to a state of excitement.

“You shouldn’t be,” said Sudhir.

“Shouldn’t be what?” asked Aruna.

“Telling me what you talk and do with him in your bedroom,” said Sudhir.

“Oh, I thought you were going to say that I should not use such language,” said Aruna with a smile.

“You are no longer a little girl, you know. So I cannot tell you what to talk or not,” he said.

“Oh, so you agree that I am now grown up!” she teased him, wiggling her chest at him seductively.

“Well, after what happened the other day…..” mumbled Sudhir.

“But Daddy-Uncle! I do want to know some things about language,” she pouted.

Sudhir groaned inwardly. If he had known she would be here he would have worn his jeans or trousers. As it was he was wearing the traditional ‘mundu’ which is a sarong — like garment worn on the lower part of the body. Quite often he wore nothing else underneath but today, luckily he was wearing underwear.

Still, the ‘mundu’ was bad at concealing hard-ons and all this talk from his niece was definitely having the effect she desired. As she looked down at him as she stood in front of him, she saw the bulge twitch and grow. She sighed. That mass of delectable flesh was what had caused all that restlessness last night.

Somehow, Gopi seemed more like an appetizer. Everything he did with his cock make her pussy tingle and desire the fullness and stretching out she had experienced with her Sudhir Uncle. It was a different matter when Gopi “ate her out” as Gopi called. That orgasm was wild. But she still needed to stuff herself — engorge herself on Sudhir Uncle. But at least that orgasm drained her enough for her to last — till this moment.

“What language?” asked Sudhir, who had always prided himself on the standard of education that their previous generation had received. The current lot did not have half of the command on language they should have had.

“Like how to make love-talk!” she said happily, jumping and clapping her hands, suddenly becoming the same little girl who had refused to grow up all these years.

Shanta and Aruna’s mom looked at her from the other end of the hall and laughed. “I wonder how she manages,” mused Aruna’s mother. “She is still a little girl!”

“So long as Gopi is happy its fine,” said Shanta aunty leading the way back into the kitchen.

The levels of that extended hall were such and Sudhir’s office was so arranged that you could not see Sudhir if he was on his recliner. If anyone in that area stood up they could be seen from torso upwards only. And a little woman like Aruna a little less than that too.

But had anyone spotted Aruna bouncing up and down the other day, her head bobbing and flailing in the pleasure that was pounded out by Sudhir’s too-large-to-consume cock they would have no doubts. The rhythm, the bounce and the body language were unmistakable- especially to Shanta and her sister (Aruna’s mom).

Aruna now leaned forward again, switching from girl to woman-unleashed and whispered, “Don’t you know love-talk? Didn’t you and Shanta aunty talk dirty when — making love?” asked Aruna emphasizing the ‘making love’ in a sultry voice.

Talk dirty? What was the girl talking about? A generation gap was at play here. Sudhir’s generation didn’t talk so much as they did. In their part of the country the men were virile and the women were game. Sex was not taboo but nor was it openly bandied about. You did what you did and you kept it to yourself.

Sudhir’s younger days were filled with sport. Being the district football team captain made him attractive to his cousins and their friends. Heavy petting, kissing and fondling breasts with a quick undoing of blouses and mutual masturbation had all been added benefits of his local sports stardom.

His real action had been with the older women in their village; women who he called ‘chechi’ (older sister) per local tradition, canlı bahis siteleri who seemed to his eyes lovely luscious cauldrons of lust. He lost his virginity to one such and stealthily visited her and others on long lazy afternoons. Skirts were hoisted to ride and let him ride. Blouses were opened for him to feast on dizzyingly sumptuous breasts.

There was no talk except the endearing cooing from an older woman as he suckled on her breasts. They loved to rock him and feed him and mother him, even as they lusted his sexual vigor.

He being the younger man in those situations and with this whom he called ‘elder sister’ there was hardly any scope for ‘dirty talk’. It would be disrespectful to those women. It would no longer allow them to think of him as a ‘nice young man’. And if the hero worship stopped then too, would the trysts vanish.

As his experience with the wonderful, loving women grew, he found lesser and lesser need for the girls in his own age group; not to mention the possibility of them wanting to wed him.

Aruna had been his first, shocking encounter with a younger girl? Younger women? Rarely. Society taught him to take on responsibility for those younger and the leader in him rose to that role. Over the years Sudhir came to be regarded as a family elder to turn to.

“Who else will I turn to?” Aruna pouted again in that childish, delightful manner. “You have,” she said, pausing and touching his now larger-than-ever cock again “all the experience to teach me. Don’t you want me to be happy in my marriage?” she asked teasingly.

“Tell me about Shanta aunty and you,” she pressed on.

“There is nothing to tell,” said Sudhir his voice cracking from a sudden dryness in his throat.

“Why?” asked Aruna, reaching for the bottle of water. She opened and held it over his mouth like she had done enough number of times over the years. But there was something sexually charged this time about how she let a slow stream of water fall to Sudhir’s parched mouth.

“We didn’t talk much during the time we spent together like that,” said Sudhir avoiding the use of the word “sex” or the phrase “love making”. If there was any corrupting going on over here he did not want to implicate himself. He found himself walking a thin line between what Aruna had done the last time she visited and his own response to that. Like her restlessness, he found himself walking around with an erection. He had tried to dispel thoughts of how she had bounced on his cock, how tight the fit had been — and therefore how hard the releasing shots of cum had been. Every time he spurted the tight fuck-down and caused his cum to rocket into her.

For years he had simply slipped over a house’s compound wall and found his way into the arms of the coterie of ‘chechis’ who were delighted to fuck him when he needed it. That day, after innumerable years, he masturbated to the memory of his niece’s vigorous fucking. And even though he had spent inside her in torrents, he came again in torrents.

He could have taken his lust to Shanta but after what Aruna had done to him, with him, Sudhir found himself withdrawn, drinking a little more, smoking a little more and staring at the distance a lot more.

Aruna now sat down on his thighs, legs astride, and brought her face close to his and with sparkling eyes asked, “So you don’t know any of those words?”

The other day she had sat down sideways like she usually did. She then swung her leg around to straddle him. That was when he spotted the absence of panties. That was when he saw his niece’s bare pussy. Instead of anger and control, if there was shock and confusion that day, it was because of Aruna’s disarming ways; and unbridled, instant lust on his part.

“This,” she whispered into his face, her hands between them, grabbing his cock –snared in his underwear and therefore not offering her any grip – as best as her little hand could, “is called cock,” she finished. She pronounced ‘cock’ with a hardness to her voice as if to emphasize what it meant to her.

Her mind went back to that first fuck. She had a complete recording in her mind. She had played that back and forth again and again. Despite incessant fucking by her husband she had found it necessary to play herself at the thought of the fuck with Sudhir. Yes, she remembered it perfectly well. Yes, her Daddy-Uncle was right.

He had not spoken much during their encounter. She remembered having asked him why he had not taught her to “fuck”; but that had been at the height of her own orgasm. And after that she had had to rush to the washroom lest her mom and aunt spot the cum running down her legs. They too had not talked much. Perhaps that was how it was with Sudhir Uncle! Perhaps the sex was so maniacal that nothing else happened!

“This,” she said in a low voice “is called pussy,” She grabbed his hand and insinuated it between her legs to her crotch and rubbed the back of his hand against herself. She shivered. He felt there was another layer of garment beneath her skirt; thankfully she was wearing panties today.

“You have the experience! You are supposed to be the teacher!” she said loudly as she sat up suddenly, upright, complaining. This was her original persona; nothing sexual.

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