Comfort Zone Ch. 01

"Uncle, no! You don't touch me. Not there, not anywhere," she said pleadingly. "I will do what I did to you yesterday afternoon," she whimpered.

Her hand caressed his chest and played with his nipple.

"Which was what?" he pushed on. He knew what was holding her back. And he was determined to bring out the slut in this girl he had known all these years.

She reached back and gasped loudly as she felt the outline of his cock with her small hand. Even though she had seen and played with it, stroked it, held it yesterday, she could not help feeling awed at the size of his cock. "This!" she said.

"What is that?" he asked, as his hand slipped further up and his fingers slipped under her panties. She shifted her legs apart so his hand could find her pussy.

"Uncle, I will hold you and stroke you. But you must not touch me! You cannot feel me," she pleaded.

Even though he had not reached anywhere near her cunt, the heat and moistness were apparent to Venkat."Why not?" he asked.

His palm was now on her pussy and he cupped her mound. She moaned as she spread her legs further.

"Because we have no time," she gasped.

"So it doesn't matter that you are my daughter's friend? That is not the reason? And given time you are happy to let me touch you, arouse you, fuck you?" he asked breathlessly as her fingers lightly toyed with his leaping jerking member.

"Oh, Uncle!" she shuddered as she heard the f-word. She buried her head in his neck.

Venkat lifted her sari completely and peeled off the top edge of the panties. "What are you doing?" she asked in horror. "Mala is just getting organized downstairs and is waiting for us to go out shopping".

Whilst saying this, she quickly removed and kicked off her panties. Her hand rushed back to grip his cock, for the first time today. She slid her hand up and down that master specimen of the male organ. Venkat pulled her leg and tried to lift her. She lifted her leg and placed it across him on the other side of the chair. She sat on his thighs with his cock in front of her. Her pussy ground on the flesh of his legs, releasing fluid. Her hands came to his cock.

She was mad with lust but did not want his cock in her pussy and somehow wanted to leave the sanctity of their relationship as "Uncle Venkat" and "Devaki magale" untouched. With both hands she held his cock and her fingers played on the member, flitting and stroking lightly. The cock leaped and jumped and the wetness flowed down and pooled into her hand.

Venkat held her shoulders and stroked her delicate neck. "Say it!" he commanded her.

"What?" she asked as her hands flew up and down the cock. She needed to finish this. She didn't want Mala discovering them like this.

"The name of what you are stroking."

"I," she grunted as she worked on the cock, "am" harder strokes, "taking care" faster strokes, "of you!" she ended.

His hand slid up her thigh. "Liar. Not me. But my cock!"

"Oh Uncle" she moaned as she rocked back and forth. Rubbing her wide open pussy all over his legs and pumping as hard as she could.

Venkat raised his knees forcing Devaki to slide forward. She panicked and her hands flew to his shoulders to prevent her from falling. "Uncle no!" she protested.

She slid further forward. Her pussy came to rest against the broad trunk of his cock, sandwiched between them. Her face was close to his. She stared into his eyes. And he looked deep into her eyes. The prickliness of her pubic hair against his cock and the open wetness was maddening him. His broad weapon of a cock was pulsing against her pussy driving her wild. His hands slipped under her ass and he raised her slightly.

The head of his cock prodded at the top of her cunt. She shuddered and wailed, "Uncllllle not your cock in my cunt. Not your cock. No! No! No! No."

It was broad, hot and smeared with his juices and hers. It slid up all the way and nestled at the mouth of her womb. She put her hands on his chest and pushed herself up, struggling to move her pussy off his cock and stall the maddening pleasure.

He held her hips and ass and pulled her down. She grunted as she pushed upward. His organ slipped out. His hand quickly slid between them and he slid two fingers up her cunt. She gasped and thrust herself on the fingers. He led her to his cock at which point she pushed away. Venkat's thumb stroked her clit and was rewarded with a surge of juice flowing down from her surging cunt. He thrust his hips upward attacking, stabbing at her cunt. She held back and reached between to masturbate him.

He fingered her cunt hard and one hand pinched and twisted her nipples. Devaki felt lust surging through her body. She looked down and saw the cock hard and prone, ready to pleasure her. She gave up the fight. Holding the cock she lowered herself on to the waiting cock head.

"Give me that cock!" she hissed as she levered herself up on his shoulders. Her sari tented and covered both of them completely. She hoped she would be able to just finish off this and join Mala without too much time to re-dress.

Her legs were on the floor. She was splayed open on top of him. She straightened and bent her knees, her cunt rising and falling on the cock. She bounced on him. "Fuck me! Fuck me with that cock! That's what you wanted no, Uncle".

She gritted her teeth to control her wild pleasure at the way his cock was reaming her. She opened out her sari so that her chest was accessible to him. Her hands went around his head as she pulled his face to her bosom and she fucked him, riding him mercilessly.

The sense of pleasure was further fueled by the illicitness of what was happening between them and the danger of Mala walking in on them. And she needed to finish this.

"Oh my god! Uncle, how I want you! I wish you had listened to me. We could have taken longer time to do this. We don't have time to go on and on and I don't want this to end!" she said.

She changed angles. Sometimes taking his cock in deep, sometimes from an angle towards her front. When she felt him shudder more she held on to that pose, hoping to make him come quickly.

Venkat moved his hips a bit to bring the head of his cock to run along the top of Devaki's cunt. Her clit had to be there. Devaki was moving rapidly and was unprepared for the sudden grazing of her clit by his thick cock. She shuddered and spasmed and pulled him closer to her breasts.

Venkat nuzzled her breasts through the clothing. Devaki let out low screams as his cock ravaged her clit sending her into uncontrollable spasms. She held his head tight and rode the cock. "Uncle! You bad man! Taking my cunt like this! Do you remember me; I am Devaki, your daughter's friend. She screamed as orgasm ripped through her. She threw her head back and thrust her body down on his cock taking her full pleasure.

Venkat shoved up the cloth of her blouse and bra and squeezed out her breast from under. He leaned forward to take her nipple.

"You shameless bastard!" she screamed as he pleasured her. "Take me! Make me cum! Am like your daughter but look at our lust and our bodies!" She slowed down her riding, savoring every little vibration coursing through her.

She had drenched him and his pubic hair. She leaned forward, her cunt twitching and slowing down. She readied to take back control of fucking him. She lifted herself up, hunching over him. He had her blouse and bra opened so her breasts were now hanging in front of his face. He mashed his face against them, licking and lapping it all over.

She held her pussy over his cock head. She knew from masturbating where his most sensitive zone was. In sharp rapid movements she fucked the head of his cock. She tried to concentrate, eyes closed, and her mind on the open lips sliding over the raging head. Fuck him. Fuck him hard. Make him cum. Her mind was talking to her.

Venkat started to wail. The softness of the young woman's body, her ministrations on his cock, the illicit pleasure and the succulent breasts, were all proving too much. "Devaki!" he said pleadingly, softly as he felt pleasure coursing up his cock from deep inside him.

Devaki smiled kindly and opened her eyes to look down at him. She watched as he sucked and mauled her tits. The flicking of her nipple was making her clit throb. She thrust down harder and as she looked up she saw Mala halfway up the stairs looking at them. Venkat could not see her because he had his back to the stairway. And Devaki had no idea how long she had been standing there.

Her eyes met her friend's eyes. She looked into Mala's eyes deeply as she purposefully thrust down on Venkat's jerking and throbbing cock. "Yes, my girl! I needed this. I needed this so badly!" he sobbed. She looked down at him and stroked his head as he pressed against her breasts. She looked back up at Mala. He was hers. In that moment it was so evident.

Venkat cupped her ass and lifted her and dropped her harder. Devaki cried out loud in pleasure. Now that Mala was watching them there was no need for her to be quiet. She fucked back mercilessly, shouting and screaming. "Yes, uncle fuck me! You needed your 'magal' (daughter in Tamil) to fuck you! Take! Take my cunt. Plunder me with your cock. Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Each yes was and extra hard thrust down.

"Shhhhh!" said Venkat. His hand reached up to cover her mouth. His fingers slipped into her mouth. Her eyes were on Mala. Mala was watching transfixed as her dad fucked her friend in a most animal display of lust. The cock swelled as the cum boiled up.

Devaki laughed in delight. "Yes fill me!" she said to him. She just wanted Mala to know that her father was about to unload his semen into her. She felt a thrill in describing what was happening for Mala's benefit. "Oh yes, I can feel your seed spurting. There! Oh its warm! Oh its spreading inside me! I am flooded!"

"Aaaaahhh! Devaki magale!" He couldn't stop tenderly repeating the word daughter over and over again for that was how he had referred to her for years. They jerked, spasmed, shuddered and held each other.

Venkat caressed and kissed her breasts. She rocked back and forth. Taking in several shots of cum and now gently milking and squeezing him dry. Her eyes never left Mala's for a moment. And somehow, in the exchanged glances, Devaki had told Mala that her father needed this and she was doing it for Mala. And Mala had thanked Devaki for taking care of this need in the man. They rested on each other. When the cock became soft, Devaki rose off and the exit caused them both to shudder. Devaki leaned forward and kissed the elderly man for the first time deep and on his lips.

Combined juices ran down her legs which were spread out on either side of the chair as she was now standing. "Oh god!" she moaned.

Venkat gently caressed her. She lifted her leg off. Holding her legs as closely clamped as she could she moved to the washroom to avoid the stream down her legs and messing up the floor. She had all the time to clean up, now that Mala had seen everything. She shut the washroom door and leaned against wall. Sensations and waves were still coursing through her. She closed her eyes contentedly and recalled that pillar of flesh and the strong body. Their cum was still running out of her. Her skin was still flushed. She was still quaking from the experience. But she was already missing Uncle's hard male organ. Somewhere she knew she had started something she couldn't stop and frankly didn't want to.