20-01-2020, 04:00 PM
DEAR READERS,
I am again posting a cut paste story NOT Originally written by me. all the credit goes to original Author.
Chirya Charitra
Hi this is a true story which happened to me. I am
writing this story to highlight the adulations of
being a woman, one moment she is so conservative and
the other moment she can give in to her inner desires.
My name is Anjali 27 years of age and married to a
businessman Sameer who is 37 years of age. We have
been married for a year and basically happy. I am a
news reader in one of the local channels and come from
a conservative middle class family. My height is 5.6
and has long black hair. My vital stats are
34-26-36.Generally I wear sari or salwaar suit or
jeans top or long skirts. People tell me that I am a
beauty, and male try to catch a glimpse of me whenever
possible.
In my channel there is an editor named Murali, a
Malyali, who used to always ogle at me and pass lewd
remarks at me. I use to take it jokingly. It never
really bothered me and took it sportingly as Murali
was my husband’s close friend even before we got
married. They were also staying near to our place.
Murali was married to Alka and she was the instructor
in one of the famous gyms. Murali was tall, dark and
like Alka, used to keep fit and also had a muscular
body. They would often come to our house and spend
time with us. As I would serve them tea or food I knew
that Murali always had an eye on me. One day we got
VIP passes for Dandiya at one of the most happening
Dandiya concert in Borivali Suburb. My hubby also came
home early as he had got the pass from one of his
client and told me that I should look very sexy. So I
went to a beauty parlor and got facial and did my eye
brows and a good decent make-over. For the occasion I
wore a thin fancy synthetic grayish pink sari, and a
low neck blouse showing a neat one inch of cleavage
from the thin single sari pallu. We traveled by train
as the venue was far and on the way I received ample
stares on the train. As we reached there, lot of crowd
was already there and in the VIP section, which was
nothing but the front portion near to the stage, a lot
of mutual acquaintances of my husband were there, and
as my hubby introduced me to his friends & clients,
some of them were trying to make my naked with their
eyes.
Then I saw Murali also there along with Alka. He had
worn a party shirt and black trousers and was coming
straight towards us. My hubby too saw them and
embraced him and I saw Murali wink at me as his eyes
were fixed to my boobs as he was facing me when
embracing my hubby. I blushed at this but seeing the
occasion I did not tell him anything even though I did
not like it. Now as client was entertaining his
personal guests at this Dandiya concert, he had
arranged for a small enclosure at the back of the
stage for drinks. The program had started by now with
loud music and thousands of people were dancing to the
beat. We all were escorted by the security guards to
the back of the stage were drinks were being served.
Alka didn’t come with us as she had met one of her
friend in the crowd and only Murali accompanied us. My
hubby immediately started taking drinks as not only he
is fond of drinks and but also has the habit of
showing off with drinking too heavy and too fast. I
also took some beer but since I had come directly from
my duty and because I had to go to parlor, beer hit me
fast as I had not eaten anything since breakfast. It
was looking pretty odd there as I was the only female
in that gathering, Murali suggested that I should take
my beer back to concert and also take one for Alka.
This looked reasonable and hence requested Murali to
keep a watch on him as he is in a habit of competing
with his friends and getting a lot too high. Murali
said ok and I left.
Since the front portion was again cordoned off by the
security, I had to take the side path and mingle with
the crowd at the back of the VIP enclosure, actually
just at the back but at the front of the general
enclosure. In both my hands I was carrying beer
plastic mug, the cup was actually from Coca-cola mug
that we get at the movie theaters. The ground was
packed for the concert that day. It was mid-October
and even though night had fallen it was still
sweltering hot. Since both my hands were holding mug,
I was not able to catch my pallu and my narrow waist
flared out gently on my tight round ass, the dark one
rupee coin navel was clearly evident from the side of
the pallu.
Trying to find a not so crowded passage, I craned my
neck, rising above the crowd as I went on tiptoe to
get a better look.
I tried to push my way through the throngs of dancing
crowd to where I thought I had seen Alka last, but was
stuck and just couldn't move any further. So I decided
to just enjoy the music and began dancing in small
steps as I was holding beer in both the hands with a
saree to handle.
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I suddenly felt someone grab my ass, but aside from
being momentarily startled I didn't think much of it.
I had been groped in crowds (bus & train) before and
just continued on dancing. I was grabbed again and
this time it wasn't just a quick squeeze, the hands
lingered, kneading my firm ass over saree. I tried to
turn and tell him to fuck off, but the crowd was too
thick, having suddenly pressed in around me.
Much to my distress, I felt the hands slide down to my
thighs from front and then back up the insides of my
legs. I couldn't even lower my arms to push his hands
away and even more distressing to me was that I found
getting turned on by this anonymous groping.
I felt his hand resting lightly on my ass. Fingers
were gently pressing the saree covering my ass. I Knew
I should do something to stop him, but I figured it
was Harmless, and after not having sex for over two
weeks as my husband had been traveling, I was Horny.
The palm of his hand pressed slightly harder against
my Ass. I pushed my ass back a little into his hand,
signally my awareness of and consent to his actions.
At that point, the molester squeezed my ass cheek
firmly. He began to move his hand over my ass
knowingly. I felt him outline the edge of my panties
and my cunt began to get hot and moist. His hand
drifted lower, down my things again and he pinched my
fleshy thighs over saree.
As with the crescendo of a new song, I felt the back
of my saree rising as he lifted it up. I wondered how
far he thought he could go feeling me up on a crowded
dandiya concert, with people all around us. I felt the
cream dripping from my cunt into my panties as his
hand reached under my lifted saree and touched my bare
thighs. His actions became more urgent. I had long
since stopped by dancing and was concentrating on his
hand. It rose to the top of my legs, his fingers
pressing into my bare skin just below my ass from the
back. While his one hand roamed freely over my panty
covered ass, rubbing, squeezing and probing, his other
hand reached for my hand near him and took a gulp from
the mug and then another. It surprised me that even
though it was coke cup containing beer I didn’t hear a
word from him. His other hand pulled my panties down
slightly, and his fingers were under my panties. Just
feeling his touch on my bare skin inside my panties, I
came with a shutter.
As he squeezed my ass flesh, his other hand slipped
under my pallu in the front and explored my belly
Button and my stomach and it made its way upward
towards my breasts. The crowd was gyrating madly as
his one hand dipped into the Crack of my ass and
fingered my asshole while his other hand cupped my
right tit over my blouse. He played with my nipple
through my blouse, making it hard and erect.
As he got bolder, he picked the front of my saree. He
hiked my saree up and ran his fingers along my inner
thighs. My cum flowed from my pussy as he rested his
hand on the front of my panties and rubbed my cunt
slit. He moved to the top of my panties and dipped his
hand inside. His Fingers moved through my pubic hair
as they searched knowingly for my cunt Hole. For any
watching tom I tried to jerk my lover off as he placed
his finger inside my cunt. I was being finger fucked
from sides, my cunt and my ass.
He pulled his finger out of my ass hole and ran his
hand inside of my panties around my hips. He located
one of the bows that held my panties to my body. As he
continued to finger my cunt, he untied the bow, then
moved to my other hip and untied the second bow. He
slid my panties off, removing them from under my
saree. The hand in my cunt was now totally free. His
slow finger fucking became more rapid. I had my second
orgasm of my evening. He brought his other hand to my
back and slipped it under my blouse. He moved it up to
my bra strap and undid my bra. This stranger was
undressing me on a crowded concert with people all
around us, and I was more than letting him. He moved
his hand from my back, around me, and again fondled my
bare breasts under my blouse from the front.
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Suddenly a break of 10 minutes was announced. My
molester took his hands away from from my cunt and
tits and moved away. I turned to face him but couldn’t
locate anyone who looked like he was molesting someone
minutes ago. I was also missing my panties but the
crowd suddenly started to move and I couldn’t even
locate them.
Trying to balance the beers in each of my hands I
started moving backwards with the crowd thinking that
my molester will return back when the music restarts,
sipping at both the beers and singing with the flush
of the inner heat I was feeling. I was so hot with the
heat of the moment that anyone could have fucked me
there. Suddenly I was pushed backwards from the person
in front of me, spilling the beer down the front of my
blouse. I felt arms catch me from behind, grabbing
hold of my elbows to stop me. I looked over my
shoulder to see Murali holding me and smiling. As he
released me, I yelled thanks over the music, cursing
him to come and spoil my ecstasy. There goes my chance
of getting together again with my molester.
Suddenly I felt hot breath on my ear as he yelled “You
look lost.”
Over my shoulder, I yelled back, “I think I am.”
I felt his hands rest on my hips as he said, “I’ll
help guide you.”
Feeling relaxed now from the beer I had previously
consumed, I continued to sing and sip my beer as his
hands guided my hips through the mob. He was again
back to his mischievous actions and I immediately felt
his erection pressing against my ass as we swayed to
the music while we made our way through the crowd.
I felt him pulling me sideways until we were up
against a wall. Still squeezed in with the crowd, I
found myself facing the wall with him behind me. His
hands still on my hips, his body pressing me against
the wall and his voice in my ear, “Let‘s take a break
here until the crowd thins out a little.”
Then his mouth was closer to my ear, nibbling on it.
His mouth trailed to my neck planting gentle kisses. I
gasped as his hands moved from my hips to cup each of
my breasts. I could tell that he could feel my nipples
harden through the thin material of my blouse and with
bra un-strapped. His touched looked so familiar maybe
the heat of the moment and the beer had blanked out my
mind. He gently put his hand under my blouse as the
molested had done after he had un-hooked my bra and
squeezed my nipples, my eyes widened with known
familiarity of his hand and a small moan escaped from
my lips, thinking that my molester was none other then
Murali otherwise how can he be sure of himself on the
way he started all this so abruptly with me. But I
wasn’t sure and neither can I ask him. With a beer
still in each of my hands, I was unable to push his
hands away. Then realizing how good his hands felt, I
rested my head back against his shoulder as he
continued to trail kisses down my neck to my shoulder.
One of his hands slid under my blouse to massage my
breast as his other hand lifted the hem of my saree.
Feeling myself melt against him, I moved my feet apart
as his fingers found the opening of my cunt and his
fingers not even bothering to search for the panties.
He pinched and pulled at my hardened clit as I rotated
my hips against him.
I could feel one of his hands cupping my pussy and
slid a finger inside of me. I pressed against him as
he slid another finger in and used his other hand to
lift my knee. With his mouth sucking on my neck, his
fingers thrusting inside of me and his hand holding my
leg up, I let out a moan as I started to cum,
squeezing the beer cups still in my hands sloshing
more beer down the front of me. Pressing against him I
could feel his hardness against my ass as I slid up
and down it thrusting in time with his fingers inside
of me.
Suddenly, he removed his hands from me and grabbed
hold of my hips, turning me and pulling me backwards.
With my back still towards him, I could feel him
sitting in a chair when he pulled me down on his lap.
I looked around, realizing that we were still in a
massive crowd of people. People around us were
standing on the chairs yelling and singing. No one was
paying us any attention. As I leaned forward to set
the cups on the floor, he raised my saree from the
back. When I leaned back, the tip of his erection was
at the opening of my pussy, so I lowered myself down
on him slowly taking it half inside of me. He held
onto my hips as I slid up and down the length of him,
trying to adjust to his massive size. I slid slowly up
feeling the tip of him at my opening, then plunged
down to take him deep. After sliding slowly up and
down for a few minutes, I picked up my pace and
gradually increased the speed and pressure of each
thrust.
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Suddenly the music stopped and there was an
announcement for me & Murali. Suddenly self
conscience, I looked around at all of the people
around us and laughed as I realized that no one
noticed what we just did.
I raised myself off of him and pulled my saree down,
adjusted the folds and hair. He also stood up and
turned me to face him. Grabbing hold of my upper arms,
he pressed his lips to mine. He used his tongue to
part my lips then plunged into my mouth enticing my
tongue to dance with his. I responded to his kiss as
he held me tighter.
The announcement was made by Alka as my hubby had
exceeded his limits and could not even balance
himself. I felt annoyed on thinking that the evening
fun has spoiled now. I was also feeling ashamed of
myself that instead of taking care of my husband, I
was in the heat of the moment, behaved like a slut and
allowed Murali and the molester to take advantage of
my. But in the back of my mind, I was still
contemplating whether they were one person on
different person. Anyway we LED Sameer to a chair and
went and had dinner and while I was wondering as to
how we will go home as people also started moving out.
I went to Murali and told him I needed his help. So we
decided to move out as we did not want to miss the
last train. I was completely drenched from the
perspiration of dancing and groping and fucking.As I
was not wearing a panty now my bumps were appearing
round and plump under the thin fabric. The wet sari
was sticking to my wet body and I once again felt
Murali pinch my bottom. He was also looking at my
boobs as the thin transparent sari was showing full
contours and also the cleavage and the announcement
had made a spoil sport to our fucking. But I was
thankful the Alka was around and I wanted this cheap
thing to end and leave this moment along with this
concert.
It was nearing midnight and the local train was still
crowded. My hubby was standing beside me holding the
handle up with his head resting on my shoulder. I was
also holding the handle up over my head. Alka had got
a small space on one of the inside seat and was
sitting there facing away from us. The train was
moving and I realised that Murali was standing behind
me and his body was sticking close to my body again
After some time I started to feel his cock pressing on
my right butt. I was praying that we reach home soon
as I was now feeling feverish because of the past few
hour of activities and also since the beer had washed
down with food I was feeling guilty of cheating on my
husband and giving it to the heat of the moment. I was
also worried that my hubby should not vomit and cause
a nuisance. Meanwhile I felt something hard press
between my globes and I understood Murali was doing
mischief again and was taking full advantage of the
situation. But anyways since now Alka was with me, I
was safe and allowd him to have his way till the train
journey ends. After this journey I resolved to never
aloow my self in such a peculiar situation with Murali
again. I put my hand backward to push him and signal
him to get away but oh my God I felt his naked rod of
raw flesh on my palm. He had removed his dick out and
was pressing on my ass cleft. Then I felt his hand on
my bare midriff and caught his hand. But
un-relentlessly he unbuttoned the top of my blouse and
exposed my erect nipples. He shifted to my side and on
the pretext of speaking to my husband who was dead to
the world and whose head was resting on my shoulder;
he lowered his head to my breasts and sucked a nipple
into his mouth. I came again. He ran his tongue over
my nipple, and then lightly chewed and sucked at it.
The fact that we were in such a public place, with
people literally pressed against us suddenly
registered and that thought was answered by a gush of
juices from my pussy. I could only close my eyes and
enjoy the sensations flowing through my body. I knew
this is wrong, that I should be feeling horrified and
violated after making a resolution and with my
conservative upbringing, but I didn't, I felt
good...damned good. His hand then moved over my boobs
and he was pressing them hard. This continued for
about 15 minutes. Finally our station arrived and with
great difficulty we managed to get down. We took a
taxi and reached home when it was past one am. My
hubby went to toilet and then fell flat on the bed,
dead, as I removed his shoes and socks and wet clothes
and put a bedsheet and a blanket over him. He started
snoring after some time. I asked Murali & Alka if they
want any coffee or tea and apologized to them for
spoiling there evening as well.
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Murali wanted something to drink so I handover my
husband’s black label to him and both me & Alka went
to the kitchen to prepare some coffee for us.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," I stammered. "I didn’t know that
he would drink so much."
"That's OK," Alka answered. "I guess that’s what
friends are for."
Suddenly Murali came into the kitchen with his drink
in one hand. Alka took the drink from his hand and
asked him about the beer he had sent from back stage
for her. I blushed as I met Murali’s bold gaze.
Then Alka took her hand and led her into the living
room.
"There's something I've wanted to do to you, I, since
the first day we met. You'll love it, I promise you.
Open up now...allow yourself to experience new things
like you did I the concert...come on..." And there was
my panty dangling in her hand and in front of my face.
Oh God! Those heated moment were catching up with her.
So Murali told Alka?
Alka was slowly unfolding the folds of my saree near
my navel and then she was unbuttoning my blouse until
it was fully open and then she pulled it from my
shoulders. My un-hooked bra was now exposed and Alka
and Murali could see my full breasts heaving beneath
the constricting cups. Murali quickly moved behind me
and deftly drew it down over my arms before tossing it
on the floor. I was now naked from the waist up and I
knew I should flee, but the feel of Murali's big hands
now reaching round from behind and roughly kneading my
exposed tits, pinching the rapidly hardening nipples,
had me glued to the spot
Alka's deft fingers now unfastened the strings of my
petticoat and it was pooled at my feet. I was now
standing in only my sandals and Murali's hands
continued to pull and squeeze my breasts, my nipples
now rock-hard as they stood out proudly from my chest.
"I bet you're dying to get fucked, after this evening,
aren't you?" Murali whispered in my ear.
"No...Murali, for God's sake...
"I bet your cunt's on fire and is making you a liar,
Murali said, sticking his hand between my legs and
feeling the dampness of my pussy hair. "It's again
damp all right."
I groaned as he slithered a middle finger into my
tight little cunt-hole. With a desperate effort I
tried to tear myself free from the two sets of hands
mauling my body. But Murali only increased the speed
of his penetrating finger and Alka squeezed my tits
savagely.
At last I was led to the couch and they pulled me
gently down.
"No...I don't want this," I groaned, refusing to look
as my friend's soft lips kissed up the inside of my
thighs.
My whole body jumped as I felt Alka's heated wet
tongue licking moistly on the inside of my straining
thighs. I tightened my hands over my pussy, making a
desperate moaning sound. I could feel the nipple of my
clitoris becoming large and erect as it swelled under
her finger. I tried to hold my hand there over my
pussy to protect it from the hotly invading tongue of
the older woman. Undaunted, Alka's tongue licked on
and on, attempting to force it's wet way between my
fingers and causing little electric thrills to sizzle
up and down my spine.
The more the tongue probed, the harder I resisted,
realizing with a shock that my struggling was causing
a greater, more uncontrollable excitement in myself.
Alka's tongue began darting around, probing for a
weakness. I, in order to prevent her, kept moving my
fingers. The desperate defensive movements only served
to intensify my lewd pitch of arousal. My hotly
moistening cunt was now dilating around my fingers, my
weak moans increased as Alka's burrowing tongue found
the one unprotected corner of my wetly quivering pussy
and slowly forced my fingers to the side. A second
later she was licking lustfully while I gritted my
teeth, fully aware that Murali was watching me with an
amused smile on his lips.
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Then...oh God... I shuddered in ecstasy and shame as I
felt her tongue tip flicking hotly over the sensitive
mouth of my tiny puckered anus. Then it was slithering
up inside it! Never before had I felt anything so
lewdly exciting.
Before I could have another thought her mouth and
tongue were working gluttonously on my unprotected
cunt. I twisted and turned but my frantic squirming
soon lapsed into an undulating motion, a lewd and
up-thrusting movement designed to get that long
worming tongue deeper up between my hungrily pulsating
pussy lips.
My nakedly besieged cunt was tingling with each
delectable lick of Alka's flicking wet tongue along my
vaginal furrow. It was too good, too warm and exciting
to even think about resisting. Involuntarily, I
wrapped my long trembling legs around the other
woman's head in an effort to bring that beautifully
probing tongue deeper into my insatiable little pussy.
Suddenly, I became aware of Murali, now completely
naked at the foot of the sofa with his monstrous cock
in obscene readiness in one hand. He didn't move yet,
just continued jerking his lust-inflated penis back
and forth in his hand. I knew what he wanted...but it
just didn't matter. I coursed my eyes over Murali's
thickly distended cock, held like a red-hot poker in
his hand, and swooned with rapture at the deftly
licking tongue bringing a wild joy to my now hungrily
flaring cunt.
Alka pulled herself up from between my legs and
crawled on top of me so that her large melony breasts
were crushing against mine. "Spread your legs, honey,"
Alka said as she writhed on top of me. "Open them as
wide as you can!"
I mewled with savage pleasure as Alka continued to rub
her cunt against my heatedly aroused loins. Now Murali
also crawled nakedly onto the couch beside us. He sat
down at the head of the couch and brought his hips on
a level with our heads, rubbing his long throbbing
cock back and forth, just inches from our gasping
lips.
I was out of my mind with lust now. My trembling wet
lips parted, taking in the entire blood-engorged head,
then closed softly around it.
With Alka lying on top of me, I began sucking harder,
wanting to get more of Murali's cock in my mouth. At
the same time, I felt Alka slipping down my body again
until her tongue was once again fucking rapturously in
and out of my hungry young cunt. I responsively drew
in my cheeks, holding the base of Murali's rigidly
pulsing cock with one hand while I bent my knees and
split my long slender legs as wide as possible for his
wife licking up between my thighs.
"Mmmmmmmm...aaahhhhhh," I moaned around Murali
lust-thickened hardness.
I could feel the beginnings of orgasm rushing upon me,
but just before it arrived, Alka broke off and crawled
on top of me again, pressing my warm voluptuous body
down against her muscular frame and supporting herself
on my elbows.
My turn," she whispered to her husband. I felt Murali
pulling away from me, felt his cock's hot thickness
slip from my lewdly ovaled lips and watched as he
offered it to Alka's sensual mouth.
I sighed in excitement as I watched older woman's
mouth, scant inches from my own, hungrily suck on the
thick cock.
I watched as right over my face, Alka began pulling
her ovaled lips back and forth over the long fleshy
cock. Unable to resist, I began licking and gently
biting the lower exposed half of Murali's glistening
wet shaft. He groaned and slipped his eagerly
throbbing hardness out of Alka's mouth and back into
mine, setting up a rhythm of moving from one soft warm
mouth and then into the next. Back and forth he went,
his hips moving gently from one woman to the other,
with both Alka and I each greedy now to draw my lips
hungrily around him. One would suck him while the
other would alternately kiss his long thick shaft and
the kiss the other woman's cock-swollen cheeks.
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With a curse, Murali broke free of the two wildly
excited women and crawled to the foot of the sofa.
Alka smiled and moaned "Fuck me...now...fuck me."
The older woman rolled on my back and a moment later I
saw Murali eagerly fucking into her, could see his
sperm-laden balls slap down hard against my friend's
upturned ass-cheeks. Alka moaned, lurched sideways and
kissed me deeply on the mouth, her tongue running and
squirming deep into my passionately willing throat.
Then Murali withdrew his wetly glistening cock and
shifted his weight until he was between mine legs. I
could feel his hot, impatiently throbbing cock slowly
parting my saliva-matted pubic hair and pressing
against my greedily pulsating cuntal lips. Now it was
my turn to be fucked, I thought finally, almost
delirious in my happiness and desire. Alka slipped to
the side, giving room to my husband who made one
smooth thrust which rammed his long thick cock far up
into my warmly clasping cunt.
"Oh, yes, Murali, fuck me, fuck me hard...I can't wait
any longer...I need it so bad," I cried, cupping my
friend's husband's tight-clenched buttocks and pulling
him deeper into my cock-hungry pussy while Alka kissed
me hotly on the mouth.
Alka's husband fucked both of them, alternating
between our nakedly gyrating pussies for what seemed a
blissful eternity.
And then suddenly I was
cumming..."Aaaahhhhh...God...my God...I'm
cuummmmmingggg," I cried as I fell back on the couch,
my spasming pussy still clenching and unclenching
around Murali's wildly pumping cock. Then I felt him
thrust deeply into me and stop, his cock spewing rope
after rope of hot cum deep into me, and then it was
over and Murali rolled weakly from between my thighs.
A short time later I finally came to my senses and
quickly when inside the bedroom. As I was closing the
door I glanced back to see Alka starting to nibble
once again on her husband's cock, which was slowly
starting to stir. My mind was a confused jumble as I
thought to herself, "What have I done. And how will I
ever tell Sameer. How will I be same again?" They
probable spent some more hours in my house and left
after that.
The End
I am again posting a cut paste story NOT Originally written by me. all the credit goes to original Author.
Chirya Charitra
Hi this is a true story which happened to me. I am
writing this story to highlight the adulations of
being a woman, one moment she is so conservative and
the other moment she can give in to her inner desires.
My name is Anjali 27 years of age and married to a
businessman Sameer who is 37 years of age. We have
been married for a year and basically happy. I am a
news reader in one of the local channels and come from
a conservative middle class family. My height is 5.6
and has long black hair. My vital stats are
34-26-36.Generally I wear sari or salwaar suit or
jeans top or long skirts. People tell me that I am a
beauty, and male try to catch a glimpse of me whenever
possible.
In my channel there is an editor named Murali, a
Malyali, who used to always ogle at me and pass lewd
remarks at me. I use to take it jokingly. It never
really bothered me and took it sportingly as Murali
was my husband’s close friend even before we got
married. They were also staying near to our place.
Murali was married to Alka and she was the instructor
in one of the famous gyms. Murali was tall, dark and
like Alka, used to keep fit and also had a muscular
body. They would often come to our house and spend
time with us. As I would serve them tea or food I knew
that Murali always had an eye on me. One day we got
VIP passes for Dandiya at one of the most happening
Dandiya concert in Borivali Suburb. My hubby also came
home early as he had got the pass from one of his
client and told me that I should look very sexy. So I
went to a beauty parlor and got facial and did my eye
brows and a good decent make-over. For the occasion I
wore a thin fancy synthetic grayish pink sari, and a
low neck blouse showing a neat one inch of cleavage
from the thin single sari pallu. We traveled by train
as the venue was far and on the way I received ample
stares on the train. As we reached there, lot of crowd
was already there and in the VIP section, which was
nothing but the front portion near to the stage, a lot
of mutual acquaintances of my husband were there, and
as my hubby introduced me to his friends & clients,
some of them were trying to make my naked with their
eyes.
Then I saw Murali also there along with Alka. He had
worn a party shirt and black trousers and was coming
straight towards us. My hubby too saw them and
embraced him and I saw Murali wink at me as his eyes
were fixed to my boobs as he was facing me when
embracing my hubby. I blushed at this but seeing the
occasion I did not tell him anything even though I did
not like it. Now as client was entertaining his
personal guests at this Dandiya concert, he had
arranged for a small enclosure at the back of the
stage for drinks. The program had started by now with
loud music and thousands of people were dancing to the
beat. We all were escorted by the security guards to
the back of the stage were drinks were being served.
Alka didn’t come with us as she had met one of her
friend in the crowd and only Murali accompanied us. My
hubby immediately started taking drinks as not only he
is fond of drinks and but also has the habit of
showing off with drinking too heavy and too fast. I
also took some beer but since I had come directly from
my duty and because I had to go to parlor, beer hit me
fast as I had not eaten anything since breakfast. It
was looking pretty odd there as I was the only female
in that gathering, Murali suggested that I should take
my beer back to concert and also take one for Alka.
This looked reasonable and hence requested Murali to
keep a watch on him as he is in a habit of competing
with his friends and getting a lot too high. Murali
said ok and I left.
Since the front portion was again cordoned off by the
security, I had to take the side path and mingle with
the crowd at the back of the VIP enclosure, actually
just at the back but at the front of the general
enclosure. In both my hands I was carrying beer
plastic mug, the cup was actually from Coca-cola mug
that we get at the movie theaters. The ground was
packed for the concert that day. It was mid-October
and even though night had fallen it was still
sweltering hot. Since both my hands were holding mug,
I was not able to catch my pallu and my narrow waist
flared out gently on my tight round ass, the dark one
rupee coin navel was clearly evident from the side of
the pallu.
Trying to find a not so crowded passage, I craned my
neck, rising above the crowd as I went on tiptoe to
get a better look.
I tried to push my way through the throngs of dancing
crowd to where I thought I had seen Alka last, but was
stuck and just couldn't move any further. So I decided
to just enjoy the music and began dancing in small
steps as I was holding beer in both the hands with a
saree to handle.
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I suddenly felt someone grab my ass, but aside from
being momentarily startled I didn't think much of it.
I had been groped in crowds (bus & train) before and
just continued on dancing. I was grabbed again and
this time it wasn't just a quick squeeze, the hands
lingered, kneading my firm ass over saree. I tried to
turn and tell him to fuck off, but the crowd was too
thick, having suddenly pressed in around me.
Much to my distress, I felt the hands slide down to my
thighs from front and then back up the insides of my
legs. I couldn't even lower my arms to push his hands
away and even more distressing to me was that I found
getting turned on by this anonymous groping.
I felt his hand resting lightly on my ass. Fingers
were gently pressing the saree covering my ass. I Knew
I should do something to stop him, but I figured it
was Harmless, and after not having sex for over two
weeks as my husband had been traveling, I was Horny.
The palm of his hand pressed slightly harder against
my Ass. I pushed my ass back a little into his hand,
signally my awareness of and consent to his actions.
At that point, the molester squeezed my ass cheek
firmly. He began to move his hand over my ass
knowingly. I felt him outline the edge of my panties
and my cunt began to get hot and moist. His hand
drifted lower, down my things again and he pinched my
fleshy thighs over saree.
As with the crescendo of a new song, I felt the back
of my saree rising as he lifted it up. I wondered how
far he thought he could go feeling me up on a crowded
dandiya concert, with people all around us. I felt the
cream dripping from my cunt into my panties as his
hand reached under my lifted saree and touched my bare
thighs. His actions became more urgent. I had long
since stopped by dancing and was concentrating on his
hand. It rose to the top of my legs, his fingers
pressing into my bare skin just below my ass from the
back. While his one hand roamed freely over my panty
covered ass, rubbing, squeezing and probing, his other
hand reached for my hand near him and took a gulp from
the mug and then another. It surprised me that even
though it was coke cup containing beer I didn’t hear a
word from him. His other hand pulled my panties down
slightly, and his fingers were under my panties. Just
feeling his touch on my bare skin inside my panties, I
came with a shutter.
As he squeezed my ass flesh, his other hand slipped
under my pallu in the front and explored my belly
Button and my stomach and it made its way upward
towards my breasts. The crowd was gyrating madly as
his one hand dipped into the Crack of my ass and
fingered my asshole while his other hand cupped my
right tit over my blouse. He played with my nipple
through my blouse, making it hard and erect.
As he got bolder, he picked the front of my saree. He
hiked my saree up and ran his fingers along my inner
thighs. My cum flowed from my pussy as he rested his
hand on the front of my panties and rubbed my cunt
slit. He moved to the top of my panties and dipped his
hand inside. His Fingers moved through my pubic hair
as they searched knowingly for my cunt Hole. For any
watching tom I tried to jerk my lover off as he placed
his finger inside my cunt. I was being finger fucked
from sides, my cunt and my ass.
He pulled his finger out of my ass hole and ran his
hand inside of my panties around my hips. He located
one of the bows that held my panties to my body. As he
continued to finger my cunt, he untied the bow, then
moved to my other hip and untied the second bow. He
slid my panties off, removing them from under my
saree. The hand in my cunt was now totally free. His
slow finger fucking became more rapid. I had my second
orgasm of my evening. He brought his other hand to my
back and slipped it under my blouse. He moved it up to
my bra strap and undid my bra. This stranger was
undressing me on a crowded concert with people all
around us, and I was more than letting him. He moved
his hand from my back, around me, and again fondled my
bare breasts under my blouse from the front.
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Suddenly a break of 10 minutes was announced. My
molester took his hands away from from my cunt and
tits and moved away. I turned to face him but couldn’t
locate anyone who looked like he was molesting someone
minutes ago. I was also missing my panties but the
crowd suddenly started to move and I couldn’t even
locate them.
Trying to balance the beers in each of my hands I
started moving backwards with the crowd thinking that
my molester will return back when the music restarts,
sipping at both the beers and singing with the flush
of the inner heat I was feeling. I was so hot with the
heat of the moment that anyone could have fucked me
there. Suddenly I was pushed backwards from the person
in front of me, spilling the beer down the front of my
blouse. I felt arms catch me from behind, grabbing
hold of my elbows to stop me. I looked over my
shoulder to see Murali holding me and smiling. As he
released me, I yelled thanks over the music, cursing
him to come and spoil my ecstasy. There goes my chance
of getting together again with my molester.
Suddenly I felt hot breath on my ear as he yelled “You
look lost.”
Over my shoulder, I yelled back, “I think I am.”
I felt his hands rest on my hips as he said, “I’ll
help guide you.”
Feeling relaxed now from the beer I had previously
consumed, I continued to sing and sip my beer as his
hands guided my hips through the mob. He was again
back to his mischievous actions and I immediately felt
his erection pressing against my ass as we swayed to
the music while we made our way through the crowd.
I felt him pulling me sideways until we were up
against a wall. Still squeezed in with the crowd, I
found myself facing the wall with him behind me. His
hands still on my hips, his body pressing me against
the wall and his voice in my ear, “Let‘s take a break
here until the crowd thins out a little.”
Then his mouth was closer to my ear, nibbling on it.
His mouth trailed to my neck planting gentle kisses. I
gasped as his hands moved from my hips to cup each of
my breasts. I could tell that he could feel my nipples
harden through the thin material of my blouse and with
bra un-strapped. His touched looked so familiar maybe
the heat of the moment and the beer had blanked out my
mind. He gently put his hand under my blouse as the
molested had done after he had un-hooked my bra and
squeezed my nipples, my eyes widened with known
familiarity of his hand and a small moan escaped from
my lips, thinking that my molester was none other then
Murali otherwise how can he be sure of himself on the
way he started all this so abruptly with me. But I
wasn’t sure and neither can I ask him. With a beer
still in each of my hands, I was unable to push his
hands away. Then realizing how good his hands felt, I
rested my head back against his shoulder as he
continued to trail kisses down my neck to my shoulder.
One of his hands slid under my blouse to massage my
breast as his other hand lifted the hem of my saree.
Feeling myself melt against him, I moved my feet apart
as his fingers found the opening of my cunt and his
fingers not even bothering to search for the panties.
He pinched and pulled at my hardened clit as I rotated
my hips against him.
I could feel one of his hands cupping my pussy and
slid a finger inside of me. I pressed against him as
he slid another finger in and used his other hand to
lift my knee. With his mouth sucking on my neck, his
fingers thrusting inside of me and his hand holding my
leg up, I let out a moan as I started to cum,
squeezing the beer cups still in my hands sloshing
more beer down the front of me. Pressing against him I
could feel his hardness against my ass as I slid up
and down it thrusting in time with his fingers inside
of me.
Suddenly, he removed his hands from me and grabbed
hold of my hips, turning me and pulling me backwards.
With my back still towards him, I could feel him
sitting in a chair when he pulled me down on his lap.
I looked around, realizing that we were still in a
massive crowd of people. People around us were
standing on the chairs yelling and singing. No one was
paying us any attention. As I leaned forward to set
the cups on the floor, he raised my saree from the
back. When I leaned back, the tip of his erection was
at the opening of my pussy, so I lowered myself down
on him slowly taking it half inside of me. He held
onto my hips as I slid up and down the length of him,
trying to adjust to his massive size. I slid slowly up
feeling the tip of him at my opening, then plunged
down to take him deep. After sliding slowly up and
down for a few minutes, I picked up my pace and
gradually increased the speed and pressure of each
thrust.
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Suddenly the music stopped and there was an
announcement for me & Murali. Suddenly self
conscience, I looked around at all of the people
around us and laughed as I realized that no one
noticed what we just did.
I raised myself off of him and pulled my saree down,
adjusted the folds and hair. He also stood up and
turned me to face him. Grabbing hold of my upper arms,
he pressed his lips to mine. He used his tongue to
part my lips then plunged into my mouth enticing my
tongue to dance with his. I responded to his kiss as
he held me tighter.
The announcement was made by Alka as my hubby had
exceeded his limits and could not even balance
himself. I felt annoyed on thinking that the evening
fun has spoiled now. I was also feeling ashamed of
myself that instead of taking care of my husband, I
was in the heat of the moment, behaved like a slut and
allowed Murali and the molester to take advantage of
my. But in the back of my mind, I was still
contemplating whether they were one person on
different person. Anyway we LED Sameer to a chair and
went and had dinner and while I was wondering as to
how we will go home as people also started moving out.
I went to Murali and told him I needed his help. So we
decided to move out as we did not want to miss the
last train. I was completely drenched from the
perspiration of dancing and groping and fucking.As I
was not wearing a panty now my bumps were appearing
round and plump under the thin fabric. The wet sari
was sticking to my wet body and I once again felt
Murali pinch my bottom. He was also looking at my
boobs as the thin transparent sari was showing full
contours and also the cleavage and the announcement
had made a spoil sport to our fucking. But I was
thankful the Alka was around and I wanted this cheap
thing to end and leave this moment along with this
concert.
It was nearing midnight and the local train was still
crowded. My hubby was standing beside me holding the
handle up with his head resting on my shoulder. I was
also holding the handle up over my head. Alka had got
a small space on one of the inside seat and was
sitting there facing away from us. The train was
moving and I realised that Murali was standing behind
me and his body was sticking close to my body again
After some time I started to feel his cock pressing on
my right butt. I was praying that we reach home soon
as I was now feeling feverish because of the past few
hour of activities and also since the beer had washed
down with food I was feeling guilty of cheating on my
husband and giving it to the heat of the moment. I was
also worried that my hubby should not vomit and cause
a nuisance. Meanwhile I felt something hard press
between my globes and I understood Murali was doing
mischief again and was taking full advantage of the
situation. But anyways since now Alka was with me, I
was safe and allowd him to have his way till the train
journey ends. After this journey I resolved to never
aloow my self in such a peculiar situation with Murali
again. I put my hand backward to push him and signal
him to get away but oh my God I felt his naked rod of
raw flesh on my palm. He had removed his dick out and
was pressing on my ass cleft. Then I felt his hand on
my bare midriff and caught his hand. But
un-relentlessly he unbuttoned the top of my blouse and
exposed my erect nipples. He shifted to my side and on
the pretext of speaking to my husband who was dead to
the world and whose head was resting on my shoulder;
he lowered his head to my breasts and sucked a nipple
into his mouth. I came again. He ran his tongue over
my nipple, and then lightly chewed and sucked at it.
The fact that we were in such a public place, with
people literally pressed against us suddenly
registered and that thought was answered by a gush of
juices from my pussy. I could only close my eyes and
enjoy the sensations flowing through my body. I knew
this is wrong, that I should be feeling horrified and
violated after making a resolution and with my
conservative upbringing, but I didn't, I felt
good...damned good. His hand then moved over my boobs
and he was pressing them hard. This continued for
about 15 minutes. Finally our station arrived and with
great difficulty we managed to get down. We took a
taxi and reached home when it was past one am. My
hubby went to toilet and then fell flat on the bed,
dead, as I removed his shoes and socks and wet clothes
and put a bedsheet and a blanket over him. He started
snoring after some time. I asked Murali & Alka if they
want any coffee or tea and apologized to them for
spoiling there evening as well.
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Murali wanted something to drink so I handover my
husband’s black label to him and both me & Alka went
to the kitchen to prepare some coffee for us.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," I stammered. "I didn’t know that
he would drink so much."
"That's OK," Alka answered. "I guess that’s what
friends are for."
Suddenly Murali came into the kitchen with his drink
in one hand. Alka took the drink from his hand and
asked him about the beer he had sent from back stage
for her. I blushed as I met Murali’s bold gaze.
Then Alka took her hand and led her into the living
room.
"There's something I've wanted to do to you, I, since
the first day we met. You'll love it, I promise you.
Open up now...allow yourself to experience new things
like you did I the concert...come on..." And there was
my panty dangling in her hand and in front of my face.
Oh God! Those heated moment were catching up with her.
So Murali told Alka?
Alka was slowly unfolding the folds of my saree near
my navel and then she was unbuttoning my blouse until
it was fully open and then she pulled it from my
shoulders. My un-hooked bra was now exposed and Alka
and Murali could see my full breasts heaving beneath
the constricting cups. Murali quickly moved behind me
and deftly drew it down over my arms before tossing it
on the floor. I was now naked from the waist up and I
knew I should flee, but the feel of Murali's big hands
now reaching round from behind and roughly kneading my
exposed tits, pinching the rapidly hardening nipples,
had me glued to the spot
Alka's deft fingers now unfastened the strings of my
petticoat and it was pooled at my feet. I was now
standing in only my sandals and Murali's hands
continued to pull and squeeze my breasts, my nipples
now rock-hard as they stood out proudly from my chest.
"I bet you're dying to get fucked, after this evening,
aren't you?" Murali whispered in my ear.
"No...Murali, for God's sake...
"I bet your cunt's on fire and is making you a liar,
Murali said, sticking his hand between my legs and
feeling the dampness of my pussy hair. "It's again
damp all right."
I groaned as he slithered a middle finger into my
tight little cunt-hole. With a desperate effort I
tried to tear myself free from the two sets of hands
mauling my body. But Murali only increased the speed
of his penetrating finger and Alka squeezed my tits
savagely.
At last I was led to the couch and they pulled me
gently down.
"No...I don't want this," I groaned, refusing to look
as my friend's soft lips kissed up the inside of my
thighs.
My whole body jumped as I felt Alka's heated wet
tongue licking moistly on the inside of my straining
thighs. I tightened my hands over my pussy, making a
desperate moaning sound. I could feel the nipple of my
clitoris becoming large and erect as it swelled under
her finger. I tried to hold my hand there over my
pussy to protect it from the hotly invading tongue of
the older woman. Undaunted, Alka's tongue licked on
and on, attempting to force it's wet way between my
fingers and causing little electric thrills to sizzle
up and down my spine.
The more the tongue probed, the harder I resisted,
realizing with a shock that my struggling was causing
a greater, more uncontrollable excitement in myself.
Alka's tongue began darting around, probing for a
weakness. I, in order to prevent her, kept moving my
fingers. The desperate defensive movements only served
to intensify my lewd pitch of arousal. My hotly
moistening cunt was now dilating around my fingers, my
weak moans increased as Alka's burrowing tongue found
the one unprotected corner of my wetly quivering pussy
and slowly forced my fingers to the side. A second
later she was licking lustfully while I gritted my
teeth, fully aware that Murali was watching me with an
amused smile on his lips.
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Then...oh God... I shuddered in ecstasy and shame as I
felt her tongue tip flicking hotly over the sensitive
mouth of my tiny puckered anus. Then it was slithering
up inside it! Never before had I felt anything so
lewdly exciting.
Before I could have another thought her mouth and
tongue were working gluttonously on my unprotected
cunt. I twisted and turned but my frantic squirming
soon lapsed into an undulating motion, a lewd and
up-thrusting movement designed to get that long
worming tongue deeper up between my hungrily pulsating
pussy lips.
My nakedly besieged cunt was tingling with each
delectable lick of Alka's flicking wet tongue along my
vaginal furrow. It was too good, too warm and exciting
to even think about resisting. Involuntarily, I
wrapped my long trembling legs around the other
woman's head in an effort to bring that beautifully
probing tongue deeper into my insatiable little pussy.
Suddenly, I became aware of Murali, now completely
naked at the foot of the sofa with his monstrous cock
in obscene readiness in one hand. He didn't move yet,
just continued jerking his lust-inflated penis back
and forth in his hand. I knew what he wanted...but it
just didn't matter. I coursed my eyes over Murali's
thickly distended cock, held like a red-hot poker in
his hand, and swooned with rapture at the deftly
licking tongue bringing a wild joy to my now hungrily
flaring cunt.
Alka pulled herself up from between my legs and
crawled on top of me so that her large melony breasts
were crushing against mine. "Spread your legs, honey,"
Alka said as she writhed on top of me. "Open them as
wide as you can!"
I mewled with savage pleasure as Alka continued to rub
her cunt against my heatedly aroused loins. Now Murali
also crawled nakedly onto the couch beside us. He sat
down at the head of the couch and brought his hips on
a level with our heads, rubbing his long throbbing
cock back and forth, just inches from our gasping
lips.
I was out of my mind with lust now. My trembling wet
lips parted, taking in the entire blood-engorged head,
then closed softly around it.
With Alka lying on top of me, I began sucking harder,
wanting to get more of Murali's cock in my mouth. At
the same time, I felt Alka slipping down my body again
until her tongue was once again fucking rapturously in
and out of my hungry young cunt. I responsively drew
in my cheeks, holding the base of Murali's rigidly
pulsing cock with one hand while I bent my knees and
split my long slender legs as wide as possible for his
wife licking up between my thighs.
"Mmmmmmmm...aaahhhhhh," I moaned around Murali
lust-thickened hardness.
I could feel the beginnings of orgasm rushing upon me,
but just before it arrived, Alka broke off and crawled
on top of me again, pressing my warm voluptuous body
down against her muscular frame and supporting herself
on my elbows.
My turn," she whispered to her husband. I felt Murali
pulling away from me, felt his cock's hot thickness
slip from my lewdly ovaled lips and watched as he
offered it to Alka's sensual mouth.
I sighed in excitement as I watched older woman's
mouth, scant inches from my own, hungrily suck on the
thick cock.
I watched as right over my face, Alka began pulling
her ovaled lips back and forth over the long fleshy
cock. Unable to resist, I began licking and gently
biting the lower exposed half of Murali's glistening
wet shaft. He groaned and slipped his eagerly
throbbing hardness out of Alka's mouth and back into
mine, setting up a rhythm of moving from one soft warm
mouth and then into the next. Back and forth he went,
his hips moving gently from one woman to the other,
with both Alka and I each greedy now to draw my lips
hungrily around him. One would suck him while the
other would alternately kiss his long thick shaft and
the kiss the other woman's cock-swollen cheeks.
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With a curse, Murali broke free of the two wildly
excited women and crawled to the foot of the sofa.
Alka smiled and moaned "Fuck me...now...fuck me."
The older woman rolled on my back and a moment later I
saw Murali eagerly fucking into her, could see his
sperm-laden balls slap down hard against my friend's
upturned ass-cheeks. Alka moaned, lurched sideways and
kissed me deeply on the mouth, her tongue running and
squirming deep into my passionately willing throat.
Then Murali withdrew his wetly glistening cock and
shifted his weight until he was between mine legs. I
could feel his hot, impatiently throbbing cock slowly
parting my saliva-matted pubic hair and pressing
against my greedily pulsating cuntal lips. Now it was
my turn to be fucked, I thought finally, almost
delirious in my happiness and desire. Alka slipped to
the side, giving room to my husband who made one
smooth thrust which rammed his long thick cock far up
into my warmly clasping cunt.
"Oh, yes, Murali, fuck me, fuck me hard...I can't wait
any longer...I need it so bad," I cried, cupping my
friend's husband's tight-clenched buttocks and pulling
him deeper into my cock-hungry pussy while Alka kissed
me hotly on the mouth.
Alka's husband fucked both of them, alternating
between our nakedly gyrating pussies for what seemed a
blissful eternity.
And then suddenly I was
cumming..."Aaaahhhhh...God...my God...I'm
cuummmmmingggg," I cried as I fell back on the couch,
my spasming pussy still clenching and unclenching
around Murali's wildly pumping cock. Then I felt him
thrust deeply into me and stop, his cock spewing rope
after rope of hot cum deep into me, and then it was
over and Murali rolled weakly from between my thighs.
A short time later I finally came to my senses and
quickly when inside the bedroom. As I was closing the
door I glanced back to see Alka starting to nibble
once again on her husband's cock, which was slowly
starting to stir. My mind was a confused jumble as I
thought to herself, "What have I done. And how will I
ever tell Sameer. How will I be same again?" They
probable spent some more hours in my house and left
after that.
The End
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