Adultery An Unforgetable Journey With a Friend - by luvdeep23

[manigopal]

 
Trisha took the queue from where Sweety had left the incident. She started:
 
“As we moved forward, I felt a hand on my ass. It was resting there. I at first thought she had put her hand there. Then suddenly the thought struck me. How it could be Sweety? Her both hands were blocked like me. She could not take her hand down. Then I thought of other ladies who were moving with us. But their hands were also blocked like us. I felt the hand was moving over my ass. I shivered. I thought then it must be those little bastards.
 
I gathered courage to whisper to Sweety, ‘I think those little bastards were feeling my ass.’
 
She also told me in the same voice, ‘yeah I could feel also the hand on my ass. Do we scream?’
 
I thought against it. I told her, ‘raising our voices will not give us any advantage. See the darkness. No body can find any thing suspicious here. We’ve to bear it.’
 
We were pushed from the back and moved forward. I felt the hand was moving down over my ass and then I felt one more hand joined the earlier. The hands were tracing my ass, slowly kneading them. I felt the hairy heads at the open area of my stomach and I was confident that those were the boys.
 
I quivered in horror. How this could be? They were so child. What would be their ages? I was astonished that they were behaving like this. Both hands were moving down over my ass and reached the bottom where my ass joined the thighs.
 
They were trying to jiggle the ass placing their palms at the bottom. I felt they were pinching my ass also. Then with horror I felt the hands were moving down over my thighs and still moving down to reach the bottom of my saree, which hardly reached my knees.
 
They roamed their hands over my knees and I felt the hands were creeping slowly upwards. They went past my knees and rested on my thighs. They moved their hands to my inner thighs and slowly kneading me there.
 
I tried to clamp my thighs to prevent them but since we were constantly moving I could not do so. Their accesses were much easier. They were kneading and slowly drew their hands close to my pussy.
 
I jerked as one hand touch my groin. I heard some muffled laugh. The bastards were laughing. I was praying to god to let them go away. But god was far away and I thought we must be half way to god. I felt one hand touched my pubic hair. It roamed there, playing with the hairs. The fingers were twirling the hairs, spreading them, pulling them.
 
The other bastard had roamed to my naked ass. The fingers were tracing my ass crack, probing inside to find my asshole. It missed the target once then settled on it. The finger was circling my asshole. Oh god, I was thinking, what a situation. Suddenly I cried, ‘oouchh.’ The hand, which was playing with my pubic hair, had grasp a handful of my hairs and gave a sudden pull sending pain all over my body.
 
I whispered to those boys to let me go. They were least bothering with my pleas. The finger on my asshole was trying to push it inside my asshole. I did not know how but the finger seemed to be slippery. With a little push some portion of the finger went in locking me there. It had stopped the movement but inching its way inside my asshole. I felt the knuckle went past the barrier. I tightened my anus to prevent the movement but it was already there.
 
The other hand had let go my pubic hair. I thanked him but gulped it quickly as to my horror I found that my saree was getting lifted from the bottom. My both hands were kept high in order to keep the thali and the coconut from dropping. I was in such a vulnerable position. The saree was lifted to my waist and held it there.
 
I was totally nude down my waist. I regretted not to wear panty but then again thought what that flimsy barrier would do to this fucking fingers. Now the hand cupped my pubic bone to feel the coarseness of my hairs. It slowly parted my hairs in the middle and found my slit. It ran along the length of the slit slowly making stabbing movement over my clit area. I realized to my horror that I was getting wet with such assault.
 
The finger probed the opening of my pussy and slowly pushed it inside. My pussy was certainly wet with such movement, as it did not give any resistant to the finger, which slipped very easily inside. It had started the movement, taking the finger almost out and driving it in. I could not believe it and the most embarrassing situation for me was that I could not stop myself from oozing out my juices.
 
I knew that his finger was flooding with my juices. Then I felt he was trying to push two more fingers inside me, and he was succeeded. His head was pressed against my stomach. He was frantically driving in and out. His thumb was rubbing my clit.
 
I felt the finger in my asshole had started the movement. It was slowly taking out the finger keeping the tip embedded in my puckered hole then slowly taking it to its root. I felt his knuckles against my bum. The fingers fucked me in my both holes. I could not resist me further. I was convulsing with spasm. My stomach was drawing in and out with the excitement. I was breathing hard and it happened. I let loose of everything forgetting my surrounding, forgetting Sweety also who was standing behind me. I felt my orgasm was building up inside me.
 
I surrendered to those boys. I let it go. With a soft ‘aahhaa’ l came hard, panting heavily. I felt the juices running along the length of my thighs. The boys felt that I was spent. They let me go, rubbing their hands to smear the flowing juices on my thighs. They pulled down my saree. But before pulling it down both rubbed my pubic hairs, pulling them to the extent of creating pain and then let go. I heard their laughs as they made their way out through the dark. My knees were wobbling with the ecstasy I suffered at their hands and felt scared to move out. They knew me but I did not know them. They must be laughing if they could find me.”
 
Trisha took a long breath after finishing her experience. We looked at Sweety. Trisha insisted her to tell us her experience. Sweety gestured to the whiskey. We gave both the girls the third pegs. Sweety started her story:
 
“I suddenly felt that Trisha was silent. I tried to move to her close but could not as I felt someone in between us. I was puzzled. Who could be here? Who could move in between us? As I was trying to find out the answer, I felt a hand on my boobs. I was scared. I ran my train of thoughts in my mind. This could not be a man. As they were prohibited from entering in this area. So then, who? Suddenly I felt a hand was rubbing my stomach, it had found the navel, and the finger was probing inside.
 
My both boobs were felt and squeezed roughly. I wondered how many were here. Suddenly one touched my stomach with his head and I instantly understood that those were the little boys. But what were they trying to prove? My both hands were blocked. I was concentrating on the thali so that it would not slip. One hand was trying to push my blouse and bra from the bottom.
 
I tried to resist but what could I do. They managed to lift both over my boobs and my boobs were open. I felt the fingers were rubbing the nipples, squeezing the whole mass, pulling the nipples, twitching them in between fingers. I stood still dragging my body with the line. They left the boobs to hang free. One hand started slapping both boobs one by one slowly causing them bouncing to and fro. I felt the other hand was gripping the soft muscle of my stomach. The hand playing with my boobs set them free. It moved over my ass.
 
I was panicked to think next was what. The next thing I felt that the hands were groping at my knees. They found the saree was lifted up to the knee height. I felt that the saree was moving slowly upwards. I was horrified. Oh god, they were trying to expose my pussy. I wondered what Trisha was doing. I squinted my eyes to see in the dark. Neither I could see Trisha or the other women who were in the line nor I could see the boys who were doing those things.
 
I felt a hand at my pussy. I tried to back away but was restricted by someone who was crouching behind me. The boy behind me had held my saree at my waist, I realized by the pressure he had put over the waist and his face was pressed against my ass. I could feel his hot breath over the flesh.
 
I quivered as I felt his tongue was running along the length of my ass crack. He was parting my ass cheeks and I gasped as I felt his tongue touched my asshole. Oh god, what was going on? Somebody should come and save me from this embarrassing situation. I wondered what Trisha was doing. I was in the dark that she also was undergoing such a humiliation. His tongue was probing my asshole trying to push his tongue inside it. He had stretched my ass cheeks as far as possible to get a better access.
 
At the front the hand had found my labia. I did not know the boy of such tender age could have any idea over the female genital. But he had found the same and had caught it in between his fingers. He was rubbing both of them against each other and frankly speaking instead of backing away I was enjoying the pleasure and cursing under my breath that such thing could happen to me and I would be enjoying this.
 
I muffled a cry, ‘oouch’ as the fingers pulled the labia forcefully. The fingers after a good rubbing left them and found my engorged clit. The tips of the finger rubbed the clit sending me moments of sweet pleasure through my spine. I felt the fingers caught hold of the clit and started squeezing it in between. The finger sometime pulling the hood behind, then flicking with the nails the tip of the clit causing me to shiver. I felt something was running over my inner thighs and I was ashamed when I realized that it was no other than my own juices. God, I was enjoying this assault.
 
The boy at the back was fully engaged with my asshole. He was licking the asshole all around. The tip of his tongue was pushing the puckered hole, succeeding in opening it by the pressure and entered the tip of the tongue in the inner core.
 
Next I felt a finger on top of it and it was pushing it over the opening causing it to open in the pressure and succeeded in entering inside the core. It was slowly pushing it in and I felt the knuckle went past the opening causing it to expand to accommodate the knuckle and then gripped it as the knuckle went in. The finger was deeply rooted inside me. The boy was slowly moving the finger in and out. Yes, I enjoying the sensation.
 
The front one was continuously playing with my clit and labia giving me the pleasurable stabs of pain. I was profusely flowing. I clearly realized that my inner thighs were coated with my juices. He then pushed two fingers at a time inside my pussy, rubbing the inner walls as they moved in. He started the movement of fucking me with his fingers. I wondered how they could know such manipulation. My orgasm was not far away. My stomach was convulsing. I heard my panting hard. My nostrils were flared. Hot breath was coming out. I suppressed my mouth clamped not to escape any moans from my mouth and I squirted in the hand of the boy. The boy kept fucking me with his fingers for some more time till I spent fully.
 
Both of them knew that I had spent. They had withdrawn their fingers and tongue. They lowered down my saree and pulled down my blouse and bra to cover my boobs. Then they rubbed my stomach and they left letting me hear their laughs. I was dazed with the excitement. I was not within me but soon came back to reality when I felt the pressure from the back to move forward.”
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