20-10-2020, 03:58 AM
I am going to cum this way, between these strangers', I thought.
As my pussy was being probed, the man to my left took my left hand and put it on his hardon over his pants. Seeing this the man on my right hold of my right hand. So I looked to find what he wanted from my hand. My fingers were now touching his swollen cock head. So it was clear to me that he wanted me to shag him. He took my hand and placed it around his throbbing member and then placed his own right hand over mine. He then started to frantically shag it. Before I could realize what was happening, he released his load, which trickled down on my wrists. The guy then took my hand and brought it ot my mouth. I involuntarily stuck out my tongue and licked his cum off my wrist.
By now I was very close to an orgasm. The man behind me kept flicking my clit slowly nudging me closer and closer to a climax. His other hand was now expertly opening my blouse hooks on the front. It did not take him too much time to open all six hooks and open up my blouse fully. As the blouse opened under the sari, the man ran his thumb along the edge of my bra-cup along my cleavage. And this was followed by him tucking his thumb inside me left bra-cup and pull it aside and bunch it on the side. Soon he exposed my other boob also. My nipples were hard. I was being stripped naked in the middle of this crowded bus and I was hesitantly liking it.
"Time to get down babe", said the man behind me.
I did not know where he wanted me to get down, but I didn't ask. I was got down with the two men behind me. Surprisingly the two sitting men didn't follow us. When I got down with my blouse still open and bra pushed aside. When I looked around I realized that I had missed my stop by a couple of stops. I was at a stop in a lonely lane about 10 minutes from my house. I remembered asking my husband once why this stop was placed here, as I had never seen anyone getting down or getting into a bus at this stop. It was really cold and we were the only three people in the lane. The road ran between some land owned by a private owner and was under litigation. So both sides of the road had walled deserted land. The man who stood behind me in the bus then pulled me by my hand and took me to an opening in the wall on one side and the k** followed us eagerly. The area looked to be filled with overgrown grass. The dew had made the grass wet. The man took me just about 10-15 feet from the opening in the wall and stopped.
He then turned around and faced me. This was the first time that I got a look at his face. He had a rough shaved look and short hair. He looked about 40-45 years old and was wearing a kurta pajama. There was a minute of silence, as we stood there motionless. I turned my head and looked at the k**'s face. He was no more than 18 years old. He was staring at my exposed boobs under the sari.
The silence was broken as the man put his hand on my waist and in a flash undid the knot of the waistband of my petticoat. This made the petticoat and the sari tucked in it fall to the floor. I was fully nude below my half open blouse. I felt the cold breeze hit my shaven and wet cunt. The blouse had a part of the sari pinned on the shoulder. This made the thin material of my sari partially cover my nakedness. I crossed my legs slightly as if it was going to hide my nudity. Even as I was doing this, the man roughly pulled out the open blouse off my arms. This made the sari covering my front also to fall to the ground. So now I was totally in the buff except for my black bra pulled away from my boobs.
“Hey k**, why don't you help me instead of just staring. C'mon now open up her bra hook and make this bitch fully bare" said the man.
The k** standing behind us touched my bare back with his coarse fingers before leading them to my bra-strap. He fumbled for more than a minute, before giving up the attempt. Seeing this the man put his hand inside his pocket and took out a knife, and before I realized what he was about to do, he put the knife between my skin and my bra and ripped off the bra-strap between my bra-cups. As the bra too fell to the wet grassy floor, I was left standing between the two strangers wearing only my sandals, my wristwatch, my earrings and my mangalsutra (the necklace which all married Indian women wear). The k** behind me started to squeeze my fleshy butt as I stood with my eyes lowered. I looked in direction of the road sheepishly.
We were barely 10 feet from the road. Anyone passing by could have seen menaked. So the man in front of me smiled and then started to pull me towards a hut in one corner of the plot. As it turned out he was the watchman of the land and lived here in the hut. He opened the hut and pulled me inside. The k** entered the hut and closed the door. The hut was barely 10 by 15 feet. It had a typical Indian cot made out of coarse ropes, a small washing area with a translucent curtain for a door, a small fireplace in one corner to cook food and a cupboard. There was a single light bulb in the hut. The hut was surprisingly warm.
The man sat on the floor drinking water as he said, " okay young man, you go first. She is all yours."
These words really brought feelings of humiliation to me. I felt like a cheap whore. But I had behaved like it allowing these men to strip me. As I was thinking these things, the k** grabbed me firmly from behind. His hands quickly grabbed my breasts, mauling it wildly. Just then his hand felt my mangalsutra. He looked down and for the first time realized that I was married.
“Oh my god. She is married", he gasped.
As my pussy was being probed, the man to my left took my left hand and put it on his hardon over his pants. Seeing this the man on my right hold of my right hand. So I looked to find what he wanted from my hand. My fingers were now touching his swollen cock head. So it was clear to me that he wanted me to shag him. He took my hand and placed it around his throbbing member and then placed his own right hand over mine. He then started to frantically shag it. Before I could realize what was happening, he released his load, which trickled down on my wrists. The guy then took my hand and brought it ot my mouth. I involuntarily stuck out my tongue and licked his cum off my wrist.
By now I was very close to an orgasm. The man behind me kept flicking my clit slowly nudging me closer and closer to a climax. His other hand was now expertly opening my blouse hooks on the front. It did not take him too much time to open all six hooks and open up my blouse fully. As the blouse opened under the sari, the man ran his thumb along the edge of my bra-cup along my cleavage. And this was followed by him tucking his thumb inside me left bra-cup and pull it aside and bunch it on the side. Soon he exposed my other boob also. My nipples were hard. I was being stripped naked in the middle of this crowded bus and I was hesitantly liking it.
"Time to get down babe", said the man behind me.
I did not know where he wanted me to get down, but I didn't ask. I was got down with the two men behind me. Surprisingly the two sitting men didn't follow us. When I got down with my blouse still open and bra pushed aside. When I looked around I realized that I had missed my stop by a couple of stops. I was at a stop in a lonely lane about 10 minutes from my house. I remembered asking my husband once why this stop was placed here, as I had never seen anyone getting down or getting into a bus at this stop. It was really cold and we were the only three people in the lane. The road ran between some land owned by a private owner and was under litigation. So both sides of the road had walled deserted land. The man who stood behind me in the bus then pulled me by my hand and took me to an opening in the wall on one side and the k** followed us eagerly. The area looked to be filled with overgrown grass. The dew had made the grass wet. The man took me just about 10-15 feet from the opening in the wall and stopped.
He then turned around and faced me. This was the first time that I got a look at his face. He had a rough shaved look and short hair. He looked about 40-45 years old and was wearing a kurta pajama. There was a minute of silence, as we stood there motionless. I turned my head and looked at the k**'s face. He was no more than 18 years old. He was staring at my exposed boobs under the sari.
The silence was broken as the man put his hand on my waist and in a flash undid the knot of the waistband of my petticoat. This made the petticoat and the sari tucked in it fall to the floor. I was fully nude below my half open blouse. I felt the cold breeze hit my shaven and wet cunt. The blouse had a part of the sari pinned on the shoulder. This made the thin material of my sari partially cover my nakedness. I crossed my legs slightly as if it was going to hide my nudity. Even as I was doing this, the man roughly pulled out the open blouse off my arms. This made the sari covering my front also to fall to the ground. So now I was totally in the buff except for my black bra pulled away from my boobs.
“Hey k**, why don't you help me instead of just staring. C'mon now open up her bra hook and make this bitch fully bare" said the man.
The k** standing behind us touched my bare back with his coarse fingers before leading them to my bra-strap. He fumbled for more than a minute, before giving up the attempt. Seeing this the man put his hand inside his pocket and took out a knife, and before I realized what he was about to do, he put the knife between my skin and my bra and ripped off the bra-strap between my bra-cups. As the bra too fell to the wet grassy floor, I was left standing between the two strangers wearing only my sandals, my wristwatch, my earrings and my mangalsutra (the necklace which all married Indian women wear). The k** behind me started to squeeze my fleshy butt as I stood with my eyes lowered. I looked in direction of the road sheepishly.
We were barely 10 feet from the road. Anyone passing by could have seen menaked. So the man in front of me smiled and then started to pull me towards a hut in one corner of the plot. As it turned out he was the watchman of the land and lived here in the hut. He opened the hut and pulled me inside. The k** entered the hut and closed the door. The hut was barely 10 by 15 feet. It had a typical Indian cot made out of coarse ropes, a small washing area with a translucent curtain for a door, a small fireplace in one corner to cook food and a cupboard. There was a single light bulb in the hut. The hut was surprisingly warm.
The man sat on the floor drinking water as he said, " okay young man, you go first. She is all yours."
These words really brought feelings of humiliation to me. I felt like a cheap whore. But I had behaved like it allowing these men to strip me. As I was thinking these things, the k** grabbed me firmly from behind. His hands quickly grabbed my breasts, mauling it wildly. Just then his hand felt my mangalsutra. He looked down and for the first time realized that I was married.
“Oh my god. She is married", he gasped.
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