Leela

Hari was met at the door by the Jogindar's daughter Leela, a petite sprightly 19 year-old. He let his eyes travel down her lithe body, taking in her small Mummey and slim, muscular legs, the glossy short-cropped black hair framing her impish face.
"Kahiye?" She asked, lacking interest. One of her dad's co-workers, most likely. Great.
"Tumhare Papa ghar per hai?" Hari asked, smiling, "Computer per kuchh kaam karna hai."
With a shrug, Leela let him in, took his bag and left him in the living room. Jogindar arrived and greeted him.
"Are aao Hari. Maaf karna yaar, mujhe abhi apni wife ko lene station jaana hai. Intezaar karoge mera. Sirf ek ghante ki hi baat hai. Waise project ki file maine computer per chalu rakh chhodi hai. Chaho to tum dekh sakte ho. Tumhara bhi time pass ho jaayega," Jogindar asked.
"Theek hai. Tum apni wife ko lene jao. Tab tak main computer per file check karta hoon," replied Hari.
Thanking him, Jogindar exited, and was gone. For the next twenty minutes Hari worked on Jogindar 's computer, than decided he needed a smoke, and a check of his pockets revealed he had left them in his bag. He moved into the living room, but as he retrieved them he noticed his wallet was missing.
"Arrey rakha to bag mein hi tha. Kahan gaya…?" he thought to himself, than a noise from a room caused him to draw the correct conclusion.
He ascended the steps silently, and slipped down the hallway until he reached the pink door at the end. It was open a bit and he peaked inside. Inside was a typical teenagers bedroom, posters, clothes on the floor. Leela stood with her back to him, but in her dresser mirror he could clearly see her thumbing through his wallet. Smiling to himself, he slipped inside and silently came up behind her.
"Kya ho raha hai? " Hari said, grabbing the billfold over her shoulder.
Leela jumped, and spun around in shock. "Ma… Mai… Main… uh..." she stammered.
"Main… Main kya?" demanded Hari, glowering down at her, "Tumhare papa jab yeh sunenge tab?"
"Please nahi. Mera papa meri jaan hi nikaal denge. Unko nahi bolna aap. Mere college ki ek trip jaa rahi hai usme mein bhi mera jaana cancel kar denge…!" She was near tears..
"Pahle sochna tha yeh. Lekin tere papa ko to main bolunga hi." Hari turned to go, but Leela was past him and closed the door.
"Please nahi boliye. Main kuchh bhi karne ko tyaar hoon," she grabbed his arm.
Hari paused for a second, then smiling he slid his arms around Leela's waist. "Mujhe lagta hai ek cheese se shayad main tumhare papa ko nahi kahunga."
Leela's eyes went wide, and started to pull away.
"Nahi to main tere papa se kah dunga..." said Hari, loosening his grip.
"Nahi karo, please Uncle."
"Ok. Mujhe phir tere papa se kahna hi hoga. Aur teri trip bhi cancel ho jayegi."
"Lekin iss trip per mujhe jaana hi hai. Lekin main…" Leela gave in, Hari smiled and pulled her close. She gasped as he kissed her roughly and ran his hands over her shoulders, her back, then Chutad. He squeezed her Chutad tightly, than lifted the back of her skirt and slid his hand under her panties and onto her Gaand.
"Mmm... bahut kadak hai tere Chutad," groaned Hari, and he slid his finger down her crack and swirled it around her tight hole, "Kunwari ho abhi tak, Leela?"
"Haan… Nahi… matlab do baar hi kiya hai," she replied as he began kissing her neck.
"Kitne saal ki ho gayi tum?"
"19."
"19 ki ho aur ek-do baar hi chudi ho. Bahut maza aayega phir to."
He spun her around and pushed her down on her bed. He grasped her legs and then began sliding his hands up her soft, firm young legs.
"Mujhe chhod do please Uncle. Yeh sab galat hai," Leela said, as Hari slid his hands under her skirt, and grabbed the elastic of her pink panties.
"Lekin abhi sab kuchh sahi ho jaayega," he retorted, and began pulling the panties down.
When they were down around her knees, Leela reached out to stop him. "Please Uncle. Aap ko yeh sab kuchh nahi karna chahiye. Aap apni dost ki ladki ke saath balaatkar kar rahe ho."
"Dekho Leela. Agar tumne mujhe karne se roka to main sab kuchh tere papa se kah dunga. Phir tum jaano. Tum koyi kunwari to ho nahi. Kewal 20 minutes mein sab kuchh ho jaayega. Kisi ko maloom bhi nahi padega?"
Leela thought for a moment, then released Hari's wrist. He pulled her panties the rest of the way off and tossed them on the floor. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his Lund, Leela's eyes went wide.
"Oh! Yeh to bahut bada hai!" she gasped.
Hari pulled her forward, off the bed, and onto her knees.
"Chalo isko muhn mein lo?" he asked, Leela nodded, and opened her pert mouth wide.
He pushed his rock hard Lund in, and she closed her eyes and began to suck. At first she was hesitant, she had never sucked Lund before, but before she knew it she was hard at, tight lips rising and falling, up and down the hard Lund. A heat filled her, even as Hari began to grunt and moan, this was so turning her on. She felt her Choot moisten between her legs.
"Wow! Khoob! Bahut achchha! Jor se chooso!" He said, and Leela began to move her lips up and down the Lund, faster and faster.
Hari grabbed her head, and began thrusting against her mouth, fucking her face. He ejaculated hard, and when Leela tried to pull away he held her fast, forcing his cum down her throat. Then he was finished, and he released her, to tumble back onto the bed, gasping.
"Ho gaya na hisaab pura. Ab to mujhe chhod do," Leela asked, licking the last of the spunk from her lips.
Hari only smiled, and climbed on the bed beside her. He pulled her into a sitting position on his lap, and pressed his Lund against her lips.
"Aise to main maa ban jaoongi. Condom to lagao!" She gasped as he began to slide in.
"Ab Condom lene bazaar jaoon kya?" He asked, pulling her down by her narrow Chutad, impaling her petite young Choot completely, it was so wet, as he knew it would be from the glazed look in the young girl's eyes.
"Oh chhod do mujhe! Bahut bada hai tumhara!" She groaned at his huge Lund filling her Choot.
"Ladkiyon ko bada hi chahiye. Bahut maza aata hai. Sab mujhse pahle yahi kahti hai phir sabko mere Lund ki hi bhookh rahti hai," He said unbuttoning her skirt and pulling it off.
All Leela wore now was a white T-shirt, and the little bra underneath. She was nude from the waist down.
"Agar itni saari ke saath karte ho to mujhe to chhod do," pleaded Leela, as Hari began to raise and lower her on his Lund, the maneuver making a rhythmic sucking sound every time.
"Nayi-nayi ladkiyon ki Choot maarne mein bahut maza aata hai," he said, and as he continued to rut her with his knee, he slid his hands up and grabbed her shirt and pushed it over her head, throwing it on the floor. The girl was completely entranced in the sensation of being seat fucked she didn't notice him unhooking her bra. It was around her waist, and on the floor, his hands grasping her high, half- formed young Mummey, before she was aware.
Leela orgasmed for the first time as Hari closed his teeth around her left Chuchi, and bit into it hard, drawing a little blood. Her back arched as he pulled her off him and pushed her down on her stomach, her head dangling forward off the foot of the bed.. As she screamed in ecstasy he slid atop her and drove into her Gaand hard..
Now the rutting changed for Leela, from pleasurable to painful. She gasped at the weight of the man atop her, and the savage way he now sawed back and forth, his big Lund within her tight anal passage.
"Uui maa mar gayi! Nikalo meri Gaand se! Oh no! Uncle please! Meri jaan nikal jayegi!" She begged but he wouldn't stop, even sped up, her protests turning him on.
"Chup-chaap rah saali!" He ordered, and then slid his hands up and under her chest to grab her small Mummey in a painful grip, "Pahle tune maza liya apni choot mein mere Lund ka. Ab mujhe maza lene de teri kasi huyi Gaand ka!"
He pounded into Leela like a jackhammer, as she began to scream, and this turned him on even more, and he came again, blasting into her. He rolled off her, and stood up. He dressed quickly, and then pulled a five hundred rupee note from his wallet, and tossed it on the bed beside Leela, who was weeping softly.
"Ab hamara hisaab barabar ho gaya," he said as he went out the door, "Tumko chod kar bada maza aaya."
And he left the house.
Later Leela would tell her father Hari had been called away. When she was sure her parents were asleep, she stole down to her father's study and thumbed through his rolodex.
Hari was dozing in an armchair when the phone beside him rang. He started awake, and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Main Leela bol rahi hoon," she said over the line.
"Bolo Leele, kya baat hai?" He asked.
"... Agli baar kab mil rahe ho?" She asked after a pause.
Hari smiled, "Kaha tha naa. Ek baar mere Lund ko jo khaa le phir mere Lund ki hi bhookhi ho jaati hai. Parso raat ko kaisa rahega?"