Adultery Indian Wife Plays With Construction Guys (Whore Dance)

[Tunkai]

Please don't make her a whore or escort, it is always fun to watch a wife doing nasty things than watching a whore/escort. Having family/husband nearby makes thing hotter...

Humm. You are right

[veenaimo]

i request you to introduce concept of "dressing without purpose", i am posting few pics which depicts what i mean. Basically the idea of such "dressing without purpose" is that, it will not cover the main area's like pussy, boobs or ass and expose those parts yet the person will be wearing dress !!

[veenaimo]

[veenaimo]

i request you to introduce concept of "dressing without purpose", i am posting few pics which depicts what i mean. Basically the idea of such "dressing without purpose" is that, it will not cover the main area's like pussy, boobs or ass and expose those parts yet the person will be wearing dress !!

I know you have used it in the story where Purva will be wearing just a long coat without any buttons in the front while going in auto to friends place... but such ideas bring it as way of dressing !!!

[Tunkai]

I know you have used it in the story where Purva will be wearing just a long coat without any buttons in the front while going in auto to friends place... but such ideas bring it as way of dressing !!!

Sir I've to  go with the flow. And  I've to  keep it in mind that this is India.
Though you may have read that she used to go to school in only a raincoat or drop Apu to  school van holding a towel in front of her. And now she is travelling in a train only in a camisole and mini skirt.
So her dress code will be situational.
And if any situation arrived, where she can wear this kind of clothing then  I'll definitly introduce this kind of dress.

[abcturbine]

Missing your writings so much....
Waiting eagerly .....

[Tunkai]

Missing your writings so much....
Waiting eagerly .....

The writing is not complete. Either I'll upload it incomplete, tonight. Or you have to wait for next year

[abcturbine]

The writing is not complete. Either I'll upload it incomplete, tonight. Or you have to wait for next year

I can wait for years for your writings...
Take your time to complete it....  
Missing your kinky stories as well..  ..Any planning for that too....

[Tunkai]

There is only a few hours left for another new year. Don't worry.
And the next part of scat virsion is also half written. I'll finish that on monday.

[abcturbine]

There is only a few hours left for another new year. Don't worry.
And the next part of scat virsion is also half written. I'll finish that on monday.

Wonderful news..... 

[sultan]

Thank you all for your openion and suggestion.
I've started writing the unfinished part.
The continuation of The part written by Partymaker_01.
Where Purva was going to Gaderi (a small village in UP).
Where she will be the lone entertainer of the village and the upcoming marriage of Ramu the watchman's cousins kapil and sunil.
I hope old Purva lovers have remembered that unfinished part.
I am writing that part. And with that I'm combining the present part of Purva's adventure with Bagger's
And also the sexual commotion of Nazma in her home.
It will take time.
But I'll upload a little portion of it. Whatever I write till tomorrow midnight, I'll uploaded that. Because after that I'll be available after one year. ??

Bhai 100 - 200 zyada lele Paar... story complete zarur karde.. just kidding.

BTW ONE year gap kyu ?

[Tunkai]

Bhai 100 - 200 zyada lele Paar... story complete zarur karde.. just kidding.

BTW ONE year gap kyu ?

Because The year 2022 has ended.
Welcome to Happy new year 2033. 

[Tunkai]

Happy New year everyone.
I've started writing the unfinished story, started by Partymaker_01 and Mahmoodvale.
But the story had ended suddenly.
I think that story was also very erotic.
So I had decided to finish that part too.
So I started the story just like they had started. But this time the narration is from Purva's side. But the last portion is just copy pest of Mahmoodvale's written part.
I hope you will enjoy this part.
I've thought that I'll write more.
But I'll be busy again for a few days.
And I want to upload something on first day of new year.
So here is the story.
Enjoy.
And Happy New Year once again.

[Tunkai]

Purva's journey to Ramu's village 

It was so unbearable for me. I was dying in anticipation. There she was getting fun with those beggars and here I was reading her 6 years old emails. I was so anxious that My dick was not erecting anymore. But my heart was pounding heavily.
I got up from the bed and drank some water and lit a cigarette. I'm not a regular smoker. But you can understand my situation then.
I switched on the AC and then sat on The bed again.
I opened the next email.
That one was the longest one I could see.
Coincidentally the date was the same as the present day and the month of May. The mail had been sent after two days since the first mail. 
And Here is the mail.

    "" Hi dear,
I know you are feeling lonely in the house.
Or maybe busy in the office with your boring work.
But I think this mail would give you much much much pleasure I think.""

     Here I loughed in my mind. I would have had much much much fun, if I had read the mails on time, 6 years ago.
But anyway the Truth is I am always mesmerized by her narration and her involvements in various kinds of kinky and risky adventures. And  the more kinky she got I became more lusty.
Anyway I continued reading.

     "Tarun, I'm really sorry for this sudden and immediate decision. But I know you must understand my mind. I couldn't reject the alluring offer from our society watchman Ramu.
Do you know what he told me that I have to perform a dance in front of a gathering in skimpy clothes or maybe without clothes if possible. As I said before leaving, I came here to give Ramu's two cousins, Sunil and Kapil, their first experience of sex, so that they become real men. I don't know how true the ritual is, but Ramu told me that the groom has to meet with a married woman and have sex with her to gain experience. I don't care about its truthiness, I was just thinking about the sex. I was happy to hear that I will get two more new cock and more of all two Virgin cock.
Hearing about that I couldn't control myself and I had to agree to come with him to his village.
But I was also afraid. So, I told Ramu that I've some pre-decided programs and Apu is also not good. So I've to think and I'll let him know soon, If I am coming with him or not.
He quickly disrobed my silk robe and planted a kiss on me. And he pinched my nippples which were swellen by the torture of Puskar and his friends.
But this action made me more tipsy and I was craving to fuck him, right there right then.
We were standing on the doorstep. And the door was open.
I was afraid of the laborers. They might come at any moment. Or Sazid could have come also. And it could be dangerous. But luckily no one came.
He just planted a kiss and pinched my nippples and then was about to move his head back.
But your desperate slut wife held his head on the position and continued kissing him.
Don't know Tarun, where will this lead me. I'm becoming more desperate and shameless day by day. I'm losing control of myself. My lust is capturing my brain. I decided that let anybody come and see me fucking this guy.
Let Sazid come. I don't care. This is my body, my mind. I'm the owner of my holes. I'll decide which dick goes in my holes.
I don't care or fear him.
But Ramu had something different in his mind.
He pushed me back and told me to decide fast, so that we could leave fast.

 I was not sure. That's why I had called you. And thanks dear for encouraging me. You are the best hubby in the world.
   After your encouragement, I decided to come with Ramu.
But then I thought about Sazid and his proposal to marry Mushtaq and become his wife for 15 days.
I was confused.
I called Sajid and told him that I agreed with his proposal. But I need some days.
He asked how many days and why?
As Ramu told me, we will come back on monday. Yes I've to spend 7 days in his village and 2 days traveling.
So I told Sazid that I've to go to my sister's house to take care of Apu and I've to settle down many things as I've to stay with Mushtaq for 15 long days. I told him I'll be free from next week and I'll go to his slam on Wednesday or Thursday next week.
Sazid became very happy and he couldn't doubt my trip with Ramu.
After getting encouragement from you and managing Sazid I called Shipra and told her that I'm going to a necessary trip in tribal villages with the NGO I am involved with. So she had to take care of Apu for three or four weeks.
And your Lovely sister in law willingly agreed to take care of Apu.
So, if she asked you about me, please tell her this story and if some laborers or Sazid or Rasul come for water or something and ask you where I'm, then please tell them that I'm in Shipra's house. I know they will not dare to come or ask you. Yet if they come then tell them this story.
And please visit Shipra's house regularly and inform me about my Apu.
Anyway after arranging everything I put on some light makeup and wore an ordinary and old saree and a blouse as I had to travel with a labor class village people. So I had decided to look like an ordinary woman, not a rich woman. 
 I reached his small hut.
Ramu was eagerly waiting for me. He requested me to sit on the cot.
He was so happy. He never thought that I would come.
And then the pervert handed me two tiny pieces of clothes.
One small pink coloured tank top and a tiny mini skirt.
But what I discovered later was that these were not exactly tank tops or skirts.
He must have bought those from some roadside vendors, who used to sell their product on a hand pull cart.
The materials were so cheap.
The teenage girls used to wear these kinds of tank tops as inner garments. I've seen poor girls used to wear these kinds of tank tops as an inner, instead of a bra, underneath their top.
My top has two very thin straps on the shoulders and it has a U shape neck with some cheap Lacy design.It is actually a teenage camisole.
And I think the skirt is also made for teenagers.
It's a teenager's midi skirt. But for me it would be a smaller skirt. If not micro but smaller than a mini skirt. 
Ramu told me to try the dresses on.
I asked for what?
What he replied blew my head.
He had planned those clothes for me to wear and travel with him in a passenger train. And more of that he didn't reserve any seat for us as the decision was sudden and he was not assured that I would agree with him. So we have to travel in an unreserved general compartment.
You may be thinking that I didn't agree with him.
But imagining that I'm traveling in a train and in a crowded general compartment full of cheap and dirty people and in a skimpy cheap two piece of cloth, made my cunt wet. Juice started leaking from my pussy and my mouth started releasing saliva.
Yes I was worried and afraid. But the slut inside me subsidized all the worry and scare.
I was eager to board the train in those clothes.
But I was also scared.
Then Ramu insisted that I should check the clothes.
I was wanting to hear that from him.
He didn't finish his words and I started to remove my saree and then the blouse and became naked within a minute.
I was desperate to get naked in front of him and show my naked body to him. He he he.
Anyway, I wore the top. It was 1 or 2 sizes smaller than my size. But I stretched the material to its extreme limit and succeeded in wearing it. But the tight cloth got stuck to my skin like a skin. My nippples were trying to make a hole through the fabric to release pressure. And my boobs were pressing out from the sides. Half of my side boobs were on display. My boobs were pressing upside in this small camisole. And the result was that the quarter forth of my upper boobs were actually under the thin quarter inch straps of the camisole. And the hem was ending just above my navel. The thin material was creating an illusion of my body through the fabric.
The skirt was also a tricky one.
In the back, it was somehow just covering my ass cheeks and to the front it was coming 2 inches below my pussy.
I looked at Ramu in disbelief.
I asked Ramu, how can I board a train like this? I would have been Ra*ed in the train. 
He smiled and said, don't you want this?
What could I reply to? I told him the truth that I'm desperately wanting to do this but…It's so erotic. But…
But if things go out of control then? If they killed me?
He said, don't worry. Just go with the flow and I'm with you. So don't worry. Just cooperate with the people in the boggy. Don't try to protest the people and let them do what they want to do with you and answer them with a gentle smile. Everything will be fine. Only you will get some unforgeable pleasure and a memorable erotic journey.
He came closer to me and pulled the straps down and removed the top. I lowered the skirt and stepped out of it.
He kissed me and rubbed his palm on my boobs. And whispered, are you ready?
I whispered, if you are assuring me that I'll be fine then I'm ready.
He pushed my shoulder down and I realized what he wanted.
So I squatted down and 
Then I unzipped his pants and gave him a 15 minute long blowjob.
I was actually wanting to take his dick into my anus. As you know, I was holding that door knob inside my anus for more than 30 hours. And after removing that from my asshole I was feeling empty. So I turned back and lowered my face to the floor and rubbed my ass on his dick.  But he pulled my hair and said Purva , we don't have much time for these now. Just suck me and then we have to leave.
So I had to suck him off.
His ziz hit my throat and I swallowed it all. Though, some of it squeezed out of my mouth and fell on my cheeks.
I just rubbed them on my cheeks and lips.
Then I stroked his dick on my lips and rubbed it all over my face, my nose and my eyes and my forehead and then again gave it a few strokes and cleaned it with my tongue.
Ramu asked me to wear the top and skirt again and then wrapped the saree on it.
So I left the blouse and the petticoat on his floor and wrapped the saree on my skirt and the top."

     I was reading the mail. When Purva called me and told me that the security officer had caught her and when I started reading the mail, my dick was not rising in anxiety.
But now My dick was tearing my shorts. I was squeezing it down but then I pulled the shorts down to my knee and started rubbing it slowly.
Imaging the scenes described by Purva in the mail was so erotic. Did she actually board a train in that near naked clothes? Oh my god!!!!
I lowered the foreskin and stroked my dick furiously. But then stopped and started reading the mail again.
Ufff I am thinking about it. I'm just getting horny by only reading this. Then what was her mental situation at that time? Fear, desperation, arousals. No woman could do that. Other women would receive a heart attack in that situation. But  my Purva is a real slut. I know only she could handle that excitement.
Anyway, I started reading again..
     
        " Tarun, I was ready to go with him in those skimpy clothes only. But he suggested to me that people can suspect me and scandalize me if they saw me in those clothes. So I should have wrapped the saree on those clothes.
So I wrapped the saree and got out of his hut.
He said that I should go separately. Not with him. So I went to the auto stand and was waiting for him.
The saree was sticking and puzzling between my legs.
And the top was visible through the thin fabric of the ordinary georgette saree.
I know that people could see the exposed parts of my boobs from the top. And I couldn't pin the pallu with any blouse. So the pallu was frequently falling down from my  shoulders. And I had to adjust that frequently.
I wrapped both my shoulders with the pallu.
But the pallu was frequently slipping down. So after some time I stopped adjusting it and placed the pallu only on my left shoulder and held the edge of the pallu with my right hand.
I was waiting at the auto stand.
A few auto drivers stopped their auto and asked me, Madam Kaha jana hai? Where will you go?
I just nodded my head and said, no where.
They gave me a mischievous smile and lusty look and drove away. But then an auto came and asked me the same question. And I replied the same. Then the driver surprised me by saying, You are looking so raapcheek, Randi. Come with me. I'll show you heaven.
And just then Ramu came. He shouted at the driver and said come on madam.
I followed him and we took another auto.
In the auto Ramu slipped the pallu down and started playing with my boobs over the top.
The driver was watching us through the looking mirror. But to my surprise he didn't say anything.
And I didn't look outside. So I don't know what the on goers saw inside the auto. And I don't know what they think about me if anyone sees me. I'm sure many had seen me. But I didn't care or think of that at all. I was lost in my sexual ecstasy.
We reached the station and we went inside the platform.
Luckily that platform was not so crowded.
Ramu told me to go to the toilet and leave the saree there. As I have no need of any extra cloth for the rest of the trip.
I've come out of the toilet wearing only those skimpy clothes, without any bra or panties. Only the tight camisole and the skirt.
Breeze air flew under my frilly black polka dot skirt.
I felt a shiver in my pussy. My nippples got erected and were Pocking straight through the thin fabric of the top. My boobes were bouncing as there was no bra support.And only one fourth of my melons and my areolas were covered by that top. Otherwise my boobs were spilling out from the sides and the top of that camisole.
I was so nervous that I couldn't explain.
That was the last point from where I still could return back. I thought for a moment that I shouldn't do that and let return back.
But my legs voluntarily forwarded towards the platform where Ramu was standing.
Ramu asked, are you ready?
I was trying to say no. Ramu let me go back.
But my mouth said, yes I'm ready Ramu. Let's do it.
Ramu held my shoulders and jerked them and said, yes. Ok Purva then listen carefully.
Here we don't know each other. You are traveling alone. Ok.
I asked why?
He explained that, if the people think that I'm alone, then they will interact with me without any fear. And I will be able to have more fun with them.
He said, don't panic and don't protest. Let them do whatever they do. If I protest then they may force me. So better I submit myself to them and become their adult toy.
I thought his logic was right. So I agreed.
Then he took my purse and the phone.
Now what little money I was carrying had gone. Also my phone was not with me anymore. So, now in any situation I couldn't call for help from anyone.
Ramu put my money and phone in his jute handbag. 
And he said that I've to be dependent on the passengers for food and water, as I had no money with me.
And he will be following me from a little distance. 
After taking elaborate instructions from him I started following him.
After crossing a few compartments he stopped in front of a door.
A group of very young men were standing at the door, booking the entrance.
They were smoking bidi and chewing gutkha.
One of them spit out the red saliva and tapped on his companion's shoulder.
All stopped talking and turned towards me.
They were literally banging me with their eyes.
One man asked Ramu, where Will you go?
He said, I've to go to Gaderi, is there any space inside the boggy?
He smiled and said, yes yes. Come in.
Ramu got in.
They gave him space. And I followed Ramu.
But when I was entering, no one gave me any space.
So I had to squeeze in through the bodies.
Every single sensitive part of my body pressed with them, rubbed with them.
I crossed them and started following Ramu.
The group of young me realized that they got the jackpot. So they were also following me.
The compartment was overcrowded.
Soon murmuring started behind me and almost everyone noticed me.
I was totally inappropriate among them.
They were mostly labor class villagers, who were going back home on Saturday weekend.
There were a few women also, wearing dirty and cheap saree and blouses. Even their attires were decent in every aspect.
Everyone was thinking who I'm.
And why a beautiful and foreskin Lady is boarding a train in such whorish cloth.
In fact the whores also don't wear this much skimpy clothes.
The murmurs changed in hullaring soon and I was hearing whistles and sayings coming from every channel.
I was following Ramu through the narrow corridor.
The side barth people were touching me when I was crossing them.
And the people from main barths were hullaring or murmuring either, or using slangs to me.
There were people sitting on the floor of the passages too.
I had to cross my legs over their legs.
I felt some touch on my inner thighs.
But I was not looking out for anyone. I was just following Ramu who was walking a little ahead of me.
But constant touches and pulling my clothes from the back was making my walk slow.
Ramu instructed me to cooperate with them. But I was too scared.
It was a dangerous situation.
So I slapped some hands and pushed them away.
One man stopped my way. He just stretched his hand from the side barth.
I pushed his hand and stepped forward.
He smiled and moaned, hayyyy what a navel ufff. And he slid his fingers through the 2 inches gap between the top and the skirt.
When his finger crossed my belly button, I shivered and almost moaned. But somehow I subsidized the moan and walked ahead.
Even in that dangerous situation I was getting wet inside my pussy by getting enormous touches from everywhere and on every portion of my luscious body.
I saw a few woman left the compartment,
They threw a disgusted look at me and used bad language and left the boggy.
There was a family too. They also left.
I saw Ramu stopped at a point and he started climbing and sat on an upper Most barth.
So I just crossed his barth and stopped just in front of the Barth.
I was standing on the corridor, holding the upper side barth edge.
So my hands were above my head.
As you know Sajid had cut my pubic hair. But…. But Mushtaq loves my armpit hair.
So there were thick hairs on my armpits.
Everyone could see my armpit hair.
A few weeks ago I was shy about showing my armpit and that's why I used to wear half sleeve blouses or Kurtis. But now I was showing not only my armpit, but also the hair.
Don't know Tarun how much I'll go down. Where is my shame, my sense gone? Why have I become so shameless and desperate? Don't know Tarun. And if you tell me to stop, then sorry Tarun I can't. I've crossed the border of return. I can't go back to normal life.
Of sorry. I'm getting emotional. Forgive me.
Let's come back to the narration.
    The young boys, who were following me, had crossed me. And all of them touched my belly, boobs or thighs or my butt, while they were crossing me.
They crossed me and went to the other entrance door.
They all were laughing.
I saw Ramu take a small digicam out of the bag. And to my surprise, it looked exactly the same as Puskar had.
I felt a hand enter under my skirt.
I was looking up. So I don't know who's hand it was.
Then I saw it was the man who was sitting in front of me.
His finger was slowly roaming on my thigh.
And then the train started moving.
And then the train suddenly stopped. And I felt a thrust from behind.
And the finger of the man crushed between my legs.
I looked at him and our eyes met.
I didn't stop him or say anything to him anything . And so he got the courage and slid his hand up. And he discovered that I'm pantyless.
I spread my legs a little. Now I was participating in the game volentirelly.
I saw Ramu was filming from the top.
The train was moving and I was standing there helplessly, all the 200 to 300 lusty men were gazing at me like mad and I was standing there surrounded by them, in a dress which was telling me that I'm ready to be banged.
Also the hickey marks and bite marks on my chest, neck and cheeks were made by Puskar and gang telling that from where I'm coming from.
I actually forgot about those marks.
But a touch by a finger from the crowd on a nail mark over my side boob made me scream and then I realized about those red marks and buries all over my body which were telling them an untold story about my previous gangbang.
The group of young men again came back and crossed me and didn't forget to touch me. And this time not a gentle touch. Some pinched my nippples and some pressed my boobs. Some slapped on my butt. And some squeezed my exposed midriff.
I remembered Ramu's suggestion. Don't protest them. Cooperate with them. I also realized that if I try to protest then it will be dangerous . so I didn't react.
And not only them, many men were frequently crossing me unnecessarily and they all were touching me.
I felt that the crowd was heavier around me than the other spot.
The train had crossed the station and was now running fast.
I was surrounded by male bodies. Their bodies intentionally pressed with mine.
Their sweaty smell was hitting my nostrils. And as you know how odd and bad the general compartments of Indian railway smelled.
I was also standing near the toilet. So the foul odor was floating in the compartment.
But to my surprise I was enjoying everything.
I don't know what happened to me and why my body and mind reacted so differently than usual.
The man sitting in front of me was now roaming his hand over my shaven mound.
And I felt another hand enter inside my skirt.
And I felt the push between my ass crack over the cloth.
And Then I felt someone was pulling my armpit hair slowly.
I looked up and saw a man was lying on the side upper berth and he was pulling my armpit hair.
First I was feeling uneasy but slowly I started enjoying everything.
I heard some giggling coming from my back.
The group was sitting at my back on the lower barths were gossiping about me and looking at my situation, they were giggling.""


         I don't know when the words faded out from the screen and I started seeing the entire scene in front of my eyes.
I was no longer reading the mails, I was watching the scenario.
God help me!" Purva screamed in her head. She was now the only woman in a train compartment; dressed to be fucked, surrounded by about 200-300 men of all ages, shoulder to shoulder, back to front, hand over hands. She tried to turn away slightly, but could not do so as she felt a pair of hands on her waist preventing her movement. His hand came back up to the seat rod but instead of holding it, it cupped her breast. The other hand strayed around her ass and slowly moved to her hip. Purva stood still as the man?s hand turned around from her boobs and rested both his palms on her ass. Staying that way for some time, the hand started moving slowly all over her ass-cheeks. Purva gripped the vertical bar firmly. Soon the person had both his hands squeezing and massaging her rear. As she turned her head to the left, the two men were still staring intently at her exposed navel and boobs covered in thin top. The little hope she had disappeared when the two men looked at the hands running along her rear and started giggling. As the man groped her from behind, they both knew she would not be able to resist for long.

Suddenly the train jerked hard and everyone lurched forward. That was when she felt something on her ass and a loud gasp escaped her mouth. Purva was careful not to raise any alarm. She knew it was not a hand. The man behind her was leaning over her and had put his entire weight on her. Purva tried to glance at the guy but realised she could not without turning her whole body towards him. Almost against her better judgement, she turned a little to her right. Purva looked back with some difficulty at the person. He looked back at her plainly as if nothing was going on. She felt the man?s hand reach for his cock and flattening it against his stomach so that he could rub his entire length against her ass crack. The man moved his pelvis to the right along with Purva and his cock had found the slot into her ass crack over her skirt.


The man was pushing Purva from behind and she could feel his long hard dick in her butt crack. Within no time, he was pushing his entire body?s weight on to Purva, and she had to lean forward pressing her boobs to the back of the man before her. Purva tried to balance herself but suddenly felt the hard rod giving another jerk from behind as she fell on the guy standing in front of her and her boobs got crushed on his back. Purva was so blank that she didn?t know if she was pretending or she actually was helpless. She knew that she didn?t have a choice and couldn?t do anything; not wanting to know what she would have done had she had the choice to get out of this situation. She had been in such situations in the past as well. Her mind was racing fast and she couldn?t help bemusing herself that she had reached the crescendo by traveling in a general compartment like a sleazy fifty rupee whore following her past experiences starting with Sajid and Rasul and then Ramu and his cousins and Pushkar and his gang of friends.

Not wanting to waste the opportunity the guy in front turned around facing Purva and started palming her boobs and having fun. Soon enough both the men gained confidence that she was helpless and was not going to raise an alarm. Purva was holding onto the vertical handlebar and her grip on the handle tightened as the man behind her started running his hands over her flat belly. Very soon he was circling her belly button. She craned her neck towards Ramu and could see his excitement through the camera as he recorded Purva giving unimaginable pleasure to the unknown strangers.

Purva kept as much a straight face as possible but her heart skipped a beat when the man in front ran his fingers into her tight skirt. Purva bent further down in an effort to prevent him finding his way into her panty-less love canal. She struggled to muffle her moans as she saw the wicked smile on the ugly man's face and she pleaded with him silently "Please don't do that?.

The man smirked wickedly in surprise as he touched her soft pubic hair and now knew she was not wearing panties. Purva?s wet pussy was already begging for more and with the man?s rock hard cock pointing right at the crack of her ass, she almost involuntarily gasped for breath and pushed her ass hard against his groin and that feeling drew her nuts. Whatever little resistance she could show had slowly turned into cooperation. By this time, he was humping her pretty hard but slow. Purva had always been a very sexed up woman and she knew that it was only a matter of time when the slut out of her will blow the last shreds of her modesty into smithereens.

Thankfully for Purva the man in front changed his mind and moved his hands away from her love mound. But soon he palmed her breasts and started to squeeze and maul her boobs. The men who till now had been pretending that things were happening because of no space, had now started doing it deliberately. After having played with her boobs for some time, he moved his hands away from Purva?s breasts slightly. But they came back again searching for her nipples over the top. His thumb and first two fingers started pinching her nipples, making them hard and taut. He pinched Purva?s nipples so hard that she had to bite her lips to stop from screaming.

Soon enough, she felt a third hand on her right thigh and looked down. To her shock, it was the man sitting on her right. He had his hand running up and down her thigh and the other hand seemed to be moving rhythmically. As she adjusted her vision out of the dull light in the train, she realized it was his erect dick in his hand. He was masturbating looking at her.

By now the sitting person had his hand under her skirt on her bare inner thigh. His hand moved upwards, reaching centimeters from her crotch. He stuck up his middle finger and brushed her panty-less slit under her skirt. This made Purva weak on her knees and she was about to fall on the floor like a lifeless doll, but the man in front caught her entire body weight from her armpits and picked her up; in the process massaging and squeezing her boobs like he had never done before. Purva too was really horny from all the action. She hid her face into the man's hairy chest as her body started to respond to his touch and her cunt started to get wetter.

Purva was holding on to the vertical and she could feel someone's breath on her clean armpits. The man behind her grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back further towards him. This made her lose her balance and she lost the grip of the handle she was holding and her entire weight fell on him. She felt his erection tighten on her ass. He seemed really hard. This man was about the same height as Purva. He now smelt her hair with deep breaths. He caught her long hair and swung it forward lightly and she fell on the guy at the front. It was almost as if both the men were playing badminton and she was the shuttle of their cocks. Both men were now openly giving Purva dry fucks.

Purva could not hold it anymore. She stole a quick glance and made eye contact with both the men at her front and the back. They looked right into one another?s eyes, mouths serious and a silent agreement was made. Let's be grownups and just have some harmless fun!? As soon as Purva was back in position, the man sitting on her left brought  his fingers into her skirt again and grabbed her dripping cunt under her tight skirt.

Here she was in a crowded general compartment of a passenger train with one man fondling her breasts hard and a rock hard cock rubbing against her ass and a hand finger fucking Purva. She lowered her raised left arm, moved a few inches away from the man in front and found the bulge of his cock.

The man behind started to hump her tight ass crack even harder and she pumped the man in front with her hand. His fingers were tweaking Purva?s nipples and as the guy sitting on her left fingered her clit, her pussy juices had begun to leak. At this moment she really did not care who was watching and who was not! Purva squirmed, gave out an audible moan and shuddered, cumming like no tomorrow. Seconds later, the man behind gave five to six hard pushes and came right in his pants.


But it was not long before her face ran ice cold as the bastard in front tried to outrage her further by trying to remove the straps of her top off her shoulders. Purva resisted a bit and silently thanked the man for understanding as he withdrew his hand.

But to her surprise the hand then caught hold of Purva?s hand. So she looked to find what he wanted from her hand. Soon she found her fingers now touching his swollen cock head under his track pants, as his other hand frantically shagged it. Before she could realize what was happening, he released his load on Purva?s fingers. He then guided her hand to her face. The man wanted Purva to lick it. But she turned away, making him wipe his sticky semen on her cheeks. Purva tried to wipe it off with her shoulders turning it into a thin coat from her shoulder on to her tank top. Humiliated beyond belief, she saw a large rope of cum on her thighs and skirt from the man who was sitting on her left and finger fucking her. Ramu?s camera recorded the content look on the man?s face sitting quietly with his eyes closed with traces of cum outlining his greasy track pants as Purva wiped the gooey cum on her hand and thighs with her skirt trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.""
  
     Here the mail ends. But I still continue to imagine the scenes in my eyes. And I was slowly stroking my dick. And don't know when my eyes closed and when I fell asleep.



    
    When Tarun was reading the emails, Nazma was fighting with her own desires and with her family and Purva was getting banged by 7 dirty beggars, under the dark sky, beside a busy road. The only barrier was a 10/6 feet Iron board standing between her and the road. It was an abandoned metal sheet which used to be a barrier of an under construction metro railway project.
She could hear the heavy vehicles passing by the road. As it was late in the night, mostly heavy trucks were passing through the road. She was lying on the dirty and wet ground.
The trucks were passing through only a few meters ahead of her.
The ground was vibrating due to the heavy vehicles passing.
   When Nazma entered the house in that skimpy school uniform, her father scolded her.
He first didn't notice but her Grandma showed him and provoked him.
So her father shouted at her  and after a few minutes of argument the hit went high and her father bit her with a stick.
Her Grandma was scolding her from inside her room.
Nazma was crying and she was standing on the portico.
Her mother came forward to defend her.
She hugged her and scolded her husband.
Her mother said, Don't become like your mother.
Nazma is an independent and modern girl and she is an educated Urban girl. So don't implement your stupid Orthodox ideas on my daughter.
Nazma was still crying. But when she saw her mother was supporting her, she got some courage and said, leave it Ammu, they don't realize.
I'll not live in this house anymore.
Her Ammu hugged her tightly and said, hey Nazzu, what are you talking about? This is your house too. Don't think about this and never say this again.
Nazma: No Ammu, I'll not live in this house anymore.
Her mother slapped her lightly and said, Nazzu don't say that. And where Will you go?
Nazma : I'll go to my Grandpa.
If he doesn't accept me then I'll go to that dancer's house.
Dadima always says that I'm becoming a slut like that woman. She always compares me with her.
She stopped my dance classes. If I'm like her then I think only she can understand me in this world. And I know She will not throw me back, as she is a good friend of Dada ji. and she has a good and kind heart.
Her mother now shouted at her, Nazzu, now please stop.
Dadima shouted from inside, now why are you shouting? Give her more indulgence.
Nazma : I know, no one understands me here.
What should I do, if my body hates clothes?
Her father again came out from inside and said, ``Does that mean you will go naked in the school and walk on the road like this?"
Nazma: This is a school dress. Everyone used to wear this kind of dress in my school.
I'm in my uniform, not naked.
Her Abbu: Huh, what's the difference?
Nazma : Do you want to see the difference? Then see….
And saying that, she removed her shirt and skirt and stood there naked.
Her father closed his eyes and said, Hay ,.', tauba tauba.
He twisted his own ears and entered the room.
Dadima: See, see. I've told you, this girl is a slut. But you didn't care about my words.
Her Ammu: enough. She is my daughter. She will wear what she wants to wear and if she doesn't want to wear anything then I've no problem.
She hugged her and said, come on Nazzu. Wash your hands and feet. You must be hungry.
 She took her with her inside the room.
Her Dadima took her dinner inside her room.
And Nazma sat on the chair at the dinner table naked. 
Her father came and sat beside her.
Nazma was still sobbing and she was looking towards the floor and was biting her nails.
Her Abbu slowly held her shoulders and said, listen Nazzu….
But Nazma pushed his hands away.
He again held her shoulders and said, hey dear, please listen. Please forgive me.
There is nothing wrong if you want to stay naked. But you've to be concerned about society also.
Nazma slowly raised her head and said, I'm not going naked outside, Abbu.
Abbu: But your dress was not appropriate.
Nazma: But Abbu, my friends used to wear smaller dresses than me. I also want to wear dresses like them.
Abbu: But Nazzu, our society….
Ammu: off ho. Leave that topic. There is no our society and their society. We all are the same and we live in Delhi, not in Mastanpur anymore.
Nazzu, don't worry. I'll buy you modern dresses. And if you want to stay naked inside the house then you can stay naked. Me and your Abbu will manage your Dadima.
But don't think. About leaving the house or us, ok?
She hugged her and they both cried.

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