An Indian Family Story by altaff143

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Ramu spies on Ponni and blackmails her.

Ramu was an office boy in the Village Office. He was considered as somewhat of a big man. He knew every body. Any one with any work in the Village Office must seek his blessings first, before approaching the Village Officer himself. Otherwise one’s file will somehow vanish and will not appear till Ramu has been appeased. So he commanded a lot of respect in the village of Periaparai.

Being a bachelor, he was also eyed by many girls in the village. His government job produced a steady income and was a security for them. Ramu was aware of this and so took his time choosing a wife.On that particular day, Ramu was returning from the near by town after finishing some official business. When he alighted from the old bus at the junction of the road to his village, it was almost 1.00 o’clock in the afternoon.

In the middle of May, it was the peak of summer. No one ventured outside unless it was absolutely necessary. So there was no chance of him getting a lift from anyone with a bullock-cart, or a bicycle. Ramu bravely faced the two-kilometer walk to Periparai village. With a black umbrella in one hand and a cloth bag of files in the other he walked briskly to minimize the time he had to spend in the hot sun.

He reached the edge of the village, marked by the broken down bared wire fencing of Ponusamy, s mango grove. Deciding to take a short cut in the shade of the fruit laden mango trees, to the village, he jumped the fence and folding his umbrella, crossed the groove. He might as well stop over at Velan, the caretaker’s hut, for a drink of cold buttermilk. He might even soak himself in the cool waters of he irrigation canal that ran in front of his hut.

As he approached the hut, he heard the sound of a metal container falling on to the floor with a loud bang.

“Be careful girl, don’t break all my pots and pans,” Velan’s loud voice came from within.

“Forgive me Vela, it slipped from my hands,” a woman’s voice replied.

“Now that is funny,” thought Ramu. Velan is a widower, his wife having died of typhoid fever two years ago. “Who was it in there now?”

His curiosity was now aroused. Ramu ventured to find out. He moved towards the front of the house cautiously, hiding behind the shrubs and the mango trees. He stopped when he had a good view of the front of the house. Velan was sitting on the raised platform on the covered verandah of the hut and fanning himself with a palm frond fan.

“Oh…. It’s so hot…” a woman came out of the hut complaining. Ramu was surprised. It was Ponni, his good friend Muthusamy’s wife. He had been to their house many times. She was a good woman.

Ponni was wearing a saree. She was not wearing any blouse. Although she had covered her breasts with the free end of the saree, they were quite visible through the thin material. She came up and sat besides Velan. She was sitting at the edge of the platform, with one leg folded and the other hanging down, exposing almost all of it up to the hips.

“Lie down on my lap Vela, I will fan you. At least it is slightly cooler under the shade of the mango trees.” Ponni said.

“It has not been so hot like this for so many years,” Velan sighed, as he lay down on Ponni’s lap. As she started fanning him, Velan looked up and was rewarded with a close up of Ponni’s breasts. Unable to resist the temptation, he stroked her breast under the saree.

“Muthusamy is a lucky man, he has these big breasts to play with every day. He has a beautiful woman to fuck every day.” Velan was saying.

“Don’t start teasing me again! You know how long I have to suck him to make his prick stand? After that he will spill his juice within a few minutes. If he can satisfy me you think I would come to you? Although now I don’t regret it,” leaning forwards and stroking his awakening prick under his dhoti. In the process her breast rubbed against Velan’s lips. Velan lost no time in removing the thin saree end covering both the breasts. He took the right breast in his mouth and started massaging the left one with the other hand. Ramu looked on with surprise. Ponni’s breasts were the size of a medium sized papaya. Velan couldn’t contain one with both his hands. Although Ramu had secretly glimpsed and admired her large breasts, he had not imagined that they would be so big when set free. Ponni untied Velan’s dhoti and took out his penis. While stroking it lovingly, she did a sixty-niner on top of him and took it in to her mouth. Velan threw Ponni’s saree over her buttocks and exposed her hairy cunt. What fair thighs Ponni had! They were plump and rounded. Her buttocks were two large globes. Velan spread her hairy cunt and began licking it. Ramu had a clear view from where he was hiding. His prick was now hard and demanding attention. He unbuttoned the fly of his loose government uniform trousers, freed his tool from his underwear pulled it out and started rubbing all ten inches of it. He saw the hairy mass splitting to reveal the fleshy reddish interior. Velan ran his tongue along the entire length of her cunt. Ponni groaned loudly. She rubbed her hairy cunt on Velan’s face, while sucking his penis with such vigor that Ramu could hear the sounds from his hiding place.

They changed positions. Ponni was now sitting on Velan and riding him with all glory. Her huge breasts were jumping up and down frequently escaping the grips of Velan. She was groaning loudly. Ramu rubbed his prick faster. Suddenly she stepped down from the platform. Her loosened saree dropped to the floor leaving her stark naked. He could see her round fleshy buttocks and had to stop himself from running and grabbing them. She bent over the platform and spread her legs. Velan stood behind her and inserted his prick into her cunt from the back and started fucking her. Since both were in heat, they were both doing it fast. Ramu too kept up with the tempo. Soon he spurted his sticky white juice on to the bush in front of him, almost at the same time as Ponni and Velan began screaming.

Ramu did not wait any further. He slowly retreated and took a round about way out of the mango groove before Ponni and Velan recovered from their stupor.

That evening Ramu went to Muthusamy’s house as usual. They sat outside on a bench and were talking about this and that. Ramu’s mind was not on the conversation. He stole glances at Ponni. That afternoon’s episode flashed before his mind every now and then. He began to appreciate her body in a lustful way. Ponni, being unaware of all this, continued to speak to him as she did usually.

Being unable to control himself, Ramu excused himself, on some pretext and went to home. Alone in his house, he was lost in thought. He had in fact only one thought. Somehow he must have Ponni, if not permanently, at least once. Having knowledge of his friend Muthu’s inadequacy, he schemed the whole night. He wanted to seduce Ponni badly. He went into a restless sleep finally. When he woke up it was already bright. He went about his morning routine.

It was Sunday that day. Still thinking of a way to seduce Ponni, he went for a walk. Without realizing it he found himself walking along the irrigation canal going towards Ponnusamy’s mango grove. He entered the grove and continued walking along the path to Velan’s hut. When he was within earshot of the hut, he heard Ponni’s loud voice. He hid himself behind a mango tree, which was besides the canal. He saw Velan, carrying some clothes and soap and with just a towel around his waist going to the canal in front of his hut, for his bath. Ponni followed him. As soon as they disappeared from sight, Ramu sneaked nearer to them. He edged towards the high bank of the canal and from this vantage point he observed them.

Ponni took the clothes from Velan and started washing them in the flowing waters. She was in knee-deep water. Her saree was tucked high to prevent it from getting wet. This exposed most of her white thighs. Velan was sitting on a stone watching her. There was an obvious bulge in his crotch. Having finished washing the clothes, Ponni asked Velan to get into the water.

“Come, Vela, I will rub your back for you,” she said invitingly.

Velan walked into the water with the bulge in his towel showing prominently. She noticed it and laid her hand on it and removed the towel. Velan faced her naked, with his prick erect and pointed towards her. She stroked it with love, gently but yet firmly. Then she playfully pushed him in to the water. He dunked a few times and then went up on to the rock at the edge of the water. Ponni followed him. He squatted naked in front of her. She soaped and scrubbed him on the head and back. He stood up and faced her. She continued scrubbing his chest and abdomen. She stopped short of the groin. The sight of the erect penis was to tempting to let be, although they had a round of fucking just now.

“Will your tool never rest?” she asked sexily.

“How can it with you around?” he answered. “You have to help him”

“Sure I am going to… how can I resist it?”

She engulfed Velan’s entire penis in her mouth savouring it for sometime. Then she began sucking it with vigor. She grabbed his buttocks and moved her head faster and faster. Velan arched his hips and closed his eyes. He was holding on to her head for support. Ramu saw all this with wide-open eyes. Ponni was sucking Velan’s prick with all vigour till Velan spurted his juice all over Ponni’s face. She also swallowed a lot of it that he shot into her mouth. Ponni continued licking his slowly softening prick till it was clean. She then went to he canal and washed her face.

The continued the bath and when they were finished Ponni told Velan that she had to go home early as there was a lot of work to be done.

Hearing this Ramu slowly retreated and made to the entrance of the mango grove. He waited for Ponni to come. He had to confront her. That was the best time. Not long after Ponni came along the path. Ramu stepped out from behind a mango tree and blocked her path.