Chapter 2: Devaki visits Mala Again
The flight circled Coimbatore as it was readying to land. Devaki looked down at the city spread out below. Devaki had got up at the crack of dawn to catch this flight so she could finish her work and return home by end of day to her husband and kid. She yawned as she felt the tiredness from her early morning wake up. And she also felt a little dizzy at the thought of coming face to face with Venkat Uncle, Mala's father.
Uncle, who had seen her grow up over the years, and with whom, in a moment of sympathy she had chosen to relieve the sexual tension building up in his loins by masturbating him. The very next day the pleasuring session quickly changed into a mutual pleasuring with Uncle Venkat using his years of experience and his overcharged libido to take his daughter's friend to new heights of pleasure.
Devaki felt the tingle in her body as she fought with the confusing feelings rushing through her. On the one hand was the amazingly powerful sexuality of that man. His penis was thick like a blunt club. His hands were strong and his body was sinewy. The lack of sag belied his age. All those memories of her small hand holding the largeness, of his huge organ plundering open her cunt as she slid down on him, of her futile resistance giving way to wild abandon made her rub her thighs together.
Her hand wandered lazily to her crotch as she gave it a casual rub. On the other hand was the illicitness of it all. She had known him to be sexually active and had found him masturbating. The sympathy for his loneliness over auntie's death had led to an unexpected unleashing of sexuality. But he was her friend's father, who had seen her grow over the years. And she was married with a child. He was not supposed to display such lust and she was not supposed to look at a father figure in a sexual way. He was supposed to be past that age of acceptable sexual activity and she was, for heaven's sake, married.
And then there was Mala. Her dear friend Mala, who had chanced upon her and the elderly man while Devaki was riding his rampant erection. She had seen the animal coupling, and she had taken note of her father's need and fulfillment from that encounter and of Devaki's eyes which told Mala she was doing this for Mala. Mala had chosen to remain quiet and Devaki took it to mean that it was okay, given the circumstances.
Her body raged with lust at the thought of Uncle's animal vigor in fucking her. She dozed off , allowing her juices to flow at the thought of how her ass had thumped on his thighs as she rode him to their mutual ecstasy.
On reaching home Devaki spent the first hour or so of her arrival with Mala.Uncle Venkat had his room and living space upstairs and had not come down. While Devaki was getting washed up and changed, Mala had gone up and served her father his coffee which he usually took while relaxing on his lounging chair in his room.
"So how is appa? (father in Tamil)" asked Devaki.
"Oh, he is coping well. Your presence last time around this house helped us overcome a lot of things," replied Mala, not making any direct reference to the sight she had witnessed. She had heard her father sobbing with relief to Devaki as Devaki milked him dry and allowed him to feed on her breasts.
The gardener walked in just then: "Amma, come and look at the pots I have prepared".
Mala got up and gestured up the stairs, "Go look him up. I am sure he will be comforted to see you," she said as she walked away, leaving Devaki to wonder on how far that remark was meant to go.
Devaki looked up the stairs. She felt warmth spreading through her breasts as she thought of Uncle Venkat waiting up there. Mala's remarks and gesture of walking out into the garden suggested that all this was perfectly acceptable to her. There was innuendo, suggestion, sanction, complicity and gratitude, all together in Mala's gesture and words.
Who had seduced whom? she wondered. Surely she had made the first move, but it was he who took it as far as it went. Her mind raced over the period she had been with her husband between these two trips. Her body had ached for the hard hands gripping her buttocks and shoulder. She had longed for her nipples to be suckled while being fucked. She remembered with longing the strong thighs on which she sat during bout of frenzied fucking.
The insipidness of her encounters with her unskilled husband stood in stark contrast to the wetness she was feeling in her pussy just thinking of this man. And as she climbed the stairs any doubts or conflicts between lust and morality vanished.
As usual, he had his back to the stairs and she tip-toed up to him and covered his eyes with her hands and asked him to guess who it was.
Venkat Uncle felt the hands and could immediately make out they belonged to a woman. Devaki shivered as she felt his touch. He held her hand and pulled her around to where he could see who it was. The smile on his face softened when he saw it was Devaki, and a spasm of sadness appeared to register on his face.
"Oh Devaki magale?"(daughter in Tamil). When did you come?" He asked.
"I have been here awhile".
"After last time I have been wondering how to face you at all," he whispered.
Devaki moved the empty coffee cup from the side table next to his lounging chair and sat down on the table next to him.
"Why?" she asked him with a sparkle in her eyes. "Whatever happened was with both our consent?" she said. "And it was I who started it and you know why. You were just too lonely."
"That was true of the first day. But what happened on the second day and the way I forced myself upon you was inexcusable," said Venkat Uncle.
"At least, you had only touched me and we were more or less clothed and it happened in the heat of the moment. The next morning was very deliberate and you even asked me not to go so far. I should have behaved with you the way Venkat Uncle should have behaved with his daughter Devaki " he finished sadly, putting his hand over his face.
"Oh, uncle!" sighed Devaki as she took his hand and kissed it and held it to her face. She was staring at the floor wondering if the visions of being possessed by the beast in Uncle Venkat were going to evaporate. As she lavished attention on the hand and caressed the arm she could not help turning a bit and looking down at his dhoti.(South Indian male attire)
And there it was, evidence of her effect on him. His cock had unfurled and was twitching and rising by the second in response to her contact. She turned and looked up at Uncle Venkat smiling with kind eyes and with a sparkle. She was somewhere between feelings for his predicament and her own need, which stood unleashed by their previous sexual encounter.
Venkat stared back at Devaki. This girl who grew up before his eyes was now a full-bodied woman and had found him a new outlet for his sexual energy. He could not come to terms with that.
Devaki stared back at him, her eyes boring deep into him and her hands wandering down his chest, to his firm stomach and below. She encountered the wisps of hair on his abdomen and tugged at them idly and slipped under his dhoti to try find his cock.
Her hand closed around the pillar of hard throbbing flesh. She smiled a sweet smile as if to tell him that it was okay, she was there to take care of him. She stayed sitting on the stool and turned her head to look down at him and see her own hand sliding up and down the cock. She enjoyed that sight of her small hand, his thick cock and the slow flow of pre-cum coating her fingers as she stroked him. "Perhaps," she thought to herself, "I will stay with this satisfaction if he is not comfortable with more."
She was brought out of her mesmerized state by the sound of a stifled sob. She was startled and looked up to see Venkat Uncle with his head thrown back and tears running down his cheeks.
