23-04-2019, 06:12 PM
Old Uncle molests new bride Shruti
Old Uncle molests new bride Shruti
After about ½ an hour they reached the famous fort and everyone got out and
followed the conductor who acted as their guide up the dusty hillside.
The young unattached boys and men started showing off and walked fast up the
slope and the older couples walked up slowly. Few newly married couples straggled
behind looking at the flowers and some sat down below the shady trees and did not
wish to walk up the steep climb to see the fort.
As the path was narrow the couples were walking behind each other with Manoj and
Shruti behind Arvind and Priya and Mr. and Mrs. Khanna behind them.
Mrs. Khanna was having difficulty walking the steep climb but was very keen on
seeing the historic fort and after few meters asked Manoj for help saying,“Beta,
Zara madad karo please”. (Son please help me) and Manoj being a decent human
being replied, “No problem Auntyji, mera hath pakad kar chalo” and extended his
arm for the middle-aged MILF to hold and walk. This resulted in Shruti having to
give up her place next to her husband and having to walk next to the thrilled Mr.
Khanna who immediately held Shruti’s arm about her elbow for support. Actually
neither of them required help but the MILF Mrs. Khanna also became horny
watching the young couples openly making out in the bus and making the on
lookers excited also. Mr. Khanna had seen Shruti’s buttocks and pussy and knew
that the young girl knew that he had seen her private charms and hence felt the
need to get to know the young new bride better and hope to get more chances to
see her charms. As he was holding Shruti’s upper arm and walking his hand was
brushing her breast lightly with every movement. Shruti did not know what to do
and being a shy girl and out of respect for Mr. Khanna’s age she kept quiet. Mr.
Khanna knew that as newlyweds the husband was almost as much a stranger to the
new bride as he was. He knew that if he took a few liberties with her she would not
have the courage to object and create a scene and hence he now let go of her arm
and wrapped his arm around her waist at the back with his open palm firmly on her
left buttock cheek. Shruti let out a small yelp sound in shock as she did not expect
an older middle aged middle class gentleman to take such liberties with her a
stranger like the always horny college boys or slum dwellers.
Mr. Khanna gave her ass a squeeze and moved her forward as if guiding her with
her ass.
The entire crowd was ahead of them except for the bus driver who was a few
meters behind them and had a clear view of the interesting development right in
front of him. The bus driver and conductor had seen all sorts of stuff with all the
years of experience and nothing was shocking to them.
Shruti heard the footsteps behind her and turned around slightly and saw the
grinning driver who gave her a thumbs up and smile to carry on. Shruti started
blushing and turned red in colour.
When the whole group had reached the fort entrance the conductor asked the group
to wait at the entrance while he and the driver go pay for the entrance tickets.
When they did so, the group entered the fort entrance one by one and had to pass
through the metal detector and past armed security guards. As Shruti was at the
very end of the group and was followed by the conductor and driver, she heard the
driver tell the conductor,“Raju, budda iska gaand dabba raha tha aur is raand
mazzaa leh rahi thi”
(Raju, The old bugger was squeezing this whore’s ass and she was enjoying it)
Conductor: Khon sa budda Kumarji (drivers name)
(Which old bugger?)
Driver: Jo uske samne chal raha hai.Us budda)
(The old bugger walking in front of her. That old bugger)
Conductor: Oh. Khannaji. Salee harami iske saath mazza le raha hai aur harami ka
raand bibi is raand ke pathi ke saath mazza le raha hai)
(Oh. Mr. Khanna. The bastard is having fun with her and his whore wife is having
fun with this whore’s husband).
Shruti could hear clearly the conversation behind her and was horrified at the nasty
comments being passed by these low class driver and conductor about her but was
too shy as well as scared about saying anything to the crude low class driver and
conductor. She also knew that Mr. Khanna had been squeezing her ass all the way
up the hill from the bus to the fort and that was true.
So she knew that she could not tell her husband and so she quickly walked faster
and held on to Mr. Khanna’s arm and blushingly said in English, “Uncleji, Our driver
and conductor are talking dirty rubbish about me and you”
(Uncleji, Hamare driver aur conductor mere aur thumare bharee mein gandhe
ghande bathaeen kar rahee hai)
Uncleji: Why child? What are they saying?
(Kyon beti. Kya kehe rahe hai?)
Shruti: “The Driver is telling the conductor that you were squeezing my ass and I’m
a whore and was enjoying it. Also your wife is a whore and enjoying with my
husband.”
Mr. Khanna: “How does he know I was squeezing your ass?”
Shruti blushed a brighter red and said: Oh. Uncleji. He was walking a few steps
behind us when you were squeezing my ass. I turned a saw him and he gave me a
thumbs up and I did not say anything.
Uncleji was excited hearing this young new bride talking like this so innocently and
replied: Oh I see. Were you enjoying my squeezing your ass?
Shruti: WHAT?
Uncleji: Never mind. Just kidding. I will talk to them.
Shruti: Please do something or they may go around spreading this and telling
everyone that you squeezed my ass and I let you to do this and my husband may
come to know.
Uncleji was happy to hear this and said: No problem beti. I will take care of them
and slowed down and waited for the driver and conductor to catch up with them.
The driver and conductor had seen the girl rushing off and holding the old man’s
arm and talking in a serious way and they realized that she may have heard their
lewd talk and now they are going to get into trouble as they watched Mr. Khanna
stop and turn around and wait for them.
When they reached Mr. Khanna he stopped them and said “Kyon bhai log. Mien tum
dhono se kuch baath karna chahata hoon)
(Why my brothers. I want to talk to you both)
Saying this he guided the driver to the side behing one of the pillars and said “
Driver bhai. Kyon bhai mere chance par pani pher reha ho? Ladki garelu aur daraelu
hai aur pat jayejee.
Mujhe pahele mazza lane do aur shayed mujse chudwayajee. Phir tun dona mazza
le lo. Free ka maal sab mil ke mazza lenge. Kyo?”
(Driver brother. Why are you spoiling my chance of scoring with the young homely
scared girl?
Let me have some fun and maybe she will let me fuck her. Then you both can also
fuck her. Let’s share the free cunt and everyone enjoy it)
The driver and conductor were stunned at the development and were glad that this
high class middle aged gentle man was not getting them into trouble but was
offering them a chance to fuck such a beautiful young high class new bride if he was
able to succeed.
Driver: Thanks ji aur Sorry ji. Aaap try karo aur kuch madaad chaheyee tho hame
bathaooh.
(Thanks Sir and sorry sir. You try for her and if need any help then please let us
know.
Uncleji: Taab thak kise se kuch math bathaooh
(Till then don’t say anything to anyone)
Driver and conductor: Ok ji
Uncleji: Jab chance melega tab hum is kali ke sath mazza lenge. Tab tak sabra
karo.
(When we get a chance we will enjoy with this young girl. Till then be patient)
Say this Uncleji quickly went and caught up with the rest of the bus crowd and
smiled at Shruti and gave her the thumbs up as she now was with her husband and
Mrs. Khanna.
Shruti was still very anxious to know what had happened and after a few minutes of
walking in the fort she told her husband that she was tired and would sit in the cool
shade and wait there till they all visited the rest of the fort and came back.
Immediately Mr. Khanna offered to stay back and keep her company for security
sake saying that he too was tired and would not mind taking rest in the shade.
As Manoj was still escorting Mrs. Khanna and could not abandon her out of
politeness he accepted being assured that his wife was in safe hands of the middle
aged old man old enough to be Shruti’s father.
When the crowd was out of sight Shruti saw that they were all alone in the deserted
area she immediately caught Mr. Khanna’s arm and asked him, “Uncleji. Kya huaa
un kamina harami driver and conductor ke saath?
(Uncleji. What happened with the low class bastards?)
Uncleji replied that he had taken care of the situation and she need not be scared
now.
Hearing this Shruti was relieved and had tears in the eyes and Mr. Khanna
immediately hugged her and said, “Beti. Main hoon na. Kyon dharthe ho?
(Child. I am there. Why are you scared?)
Saying this, the dirty old man hugged her tightly and rubbed her back soothingly
and Shruti could feel his paunch pressed to her and she felt safe and secure in the
old man’s arms.
But this lasted only for a few seconds and the dirty old man lowered his left hands
and squeezed both the butt cheeks and pulled her tightly to his body and quickly
kissed her on the mouth. Shruti was shocked by this sudden change and gasped
and her mouth opened and the dirty old man immediately started French kissing
the young bride and pushed his fat long tongue deep into her mouth and sucked her
tongue. The young girl was inexperienced with men and did not know how to
extricate herself from his tight grip. Uncleji then pressed her right boob and her left
ass cheek and kept French kissing her and now as he had a hardon he pushed his
hips into Shruti’s groin and she could clearly feel his hard cock rubbing her thigh
and pelvic area.
Shruti’s pussy started getting wet at the unwanted assault on her body and her face
went red and she did not know what to do.
Luckily they heard some other new group of tourists approaching and Mr. Khanna
let go of the hapless girl and moved slightly apart cursing his luck.
Shruti was relieved and for some strange reason was disappointed as well. She had
never had a boyfriend or had such close contact with any man and this was all new
to her. Her heart was beating fast and she felt a tingling in-between her legs. It was
all new to her and her face was flushed red and she was unable to look Uncleji in
the eye and sat on the low wall in the shade as the new group of boisterous loud
people walked around them. Uncleji also sat next to her with a contended smile at
the turn of events as well as knowing now that he had a fair chance of fucking this
inexperienced girl if he could get her alone in a safe place for at least 15 minutes.
He now was sure that even though she would never willingly initiate sex he could
force her gently and eventually fuck her with just slight objection if the opportunity
arose to do so discreetly.
By the time the new crowd had dissipated, their bus group had returned and Mr.
Khanna and Shruti had joined them.
Manoj caught Shruti’s hand and had a worried look and asked her if she was Ok.
She smiled shyly at her new husband and nodded that she was Ok but feeling deep
inside that he was still a total stranger to her and she actually had come closer to
the dirty old Uncle than her husband. Also Uncleji had made more use of her body
for a longer time than her husband.
Her body felt feverish and her pussy felt damp and wet.
By the time they returned to the cool AC bus she felt emotionally drained.
Her husband kept talking and telling her about the fort as well as the fact that he
felt the old cougar was hitting on him. He laughed and Shruti smiled at him and
travelled in silence.
Shruti thought how ironic that whiles the dirty old man was hitting on her and
pawing her, his dirty old wife was hitting on her husband. It would be karma and
serve the dirty old man right if his wife was also misused in return. Shruti was not
mean or revengeful but the events of the past few hours was changing her and her
innocence was being eroded and thereby she was also now thinking that she should
now somehow see that Mrs. Khanna is also manhandled like she was by Mr.
Khanna.
Having these evil thoughts was exhausting for the innocent girl and she slightly
dozed off with her head on her husband’s shoulder
(to be continued)
Old Uncle molests new bride Shruti
After about ½ an hour they reached the famous fort and everyone got out and
followed the conductor who acted as their guide up the dusty hillside.
The young unattached boys and men started showing off and walked fast up the
slope and the older couples walked up slowly. Few newly married couples straggled
behind looking at the flowers and some sat down below the shady trees and did not
wish to walk up the steep climb to see the fort.
As the path was narrow the couples were walking behind each other with Manoj and
Shruti behind Arvind and Priya and Mr. and Mrs. Khanna behind them.
Mrs. Khanna was having difficulty walking the steep climb but was very keen on
seeing the historic fort and after few meters asked Manoj for help saying,“Beta,
Zara madad karo please”. (Son please help me) and Manoj being a decent human
being replied, “No problem Auntyji, mera hath pakad kar chalo” and extended his
arm for the middle-aged MILF to hold and walk. This resulted in Shruti having to
give up her place next to her husband and having to walk next to the thrilled Mr.
Khanna who immediately held Shruti’s arm about her elbow for support. Actually
neither of them required help but the MILF Mrs. Khanna also became horny
watching the young couples openly making out in the bus and making the on
lookers excited also. Mr. Khanna had seen Shruti’s buttocks and pussy and knew
that the young girl knew that he had seen her private charms and hence felt the
need to get to know the young new bride better and hope to get more chances to
see her charms. As he was holding Shruti’s upper arm and walking his hand was
brushing her breast lightly with every movement. Shruti did not know what to do
and being a shy girl and out of respect for Mr. Khanna’s age she kept quiet. Mr.
Khanna knew that as newlyweds the husband was almost as much a stranger to the
new bride as he was. He knew that if he took a few liberties with her she would not
have the courage to object and create a scene and hence he now let go of her arm
and wrapped his arm around her waist at the back with his open palm firmly on her
left buttock cheek. Shruti let out a small yelp sound in shock as she did not expect
an older middle aged middle class gentleman to take such liberties with her a
stranger like the always horny college boys or slum dwellers.
Mr. Khanna gave her ass a squeeze and moved her forward as if guiding her with
her ass.
The entire crowd was ahead of them except for the bus driver who was a few
meters behind them and had a clear view of the interesting development right in
front of him. The bus driver and conductor had seen all sorts of stuff with all the
years of experience and nothing was shocking to them.
Shruti heard the footsteps behind her and turned around slightly and saw the
grinning driver who gave her a thumbs up and smile to carry on. Shruti started
blushing and turned red in colour.
When the whole group had reached the fort entrance the conductor asked the group
to wait at the entrance while he and the driver go pay for the entrance tickets.
When they did so, the group entered the fort entrance one by one and had to pass
through the metal detector and past armed security guards. As Shruti was at the
very end of the group and was followed by the conductor and driver, she heard the
driver tell the conductor,“Raju, budda iska gaand dabba raha tha aur is raand
mazzaa leh rahi thi”
(Raju, The old bugger was squeezing this whore’s ass and she was enjoying it)
Conductor: Khon sa budda Kumarji (drivers name)
(Which old bugger?)
Driver: Jo uske samne chal raha hai.Us budda)
(The old bugger walking in front of her. That old bugger)
Conductor: Oh. Khannaji. Salee harami iske saath mazza le raha hai aur harami ka
raand bibi is raand ke pathi ke saath mazza le raha hai)
(Oh. Mr. Khanna. The bastard is having fun with her and his whore wife is having
fun with this whore’s husband).
Shruti could hear clearly the conversation behind her and was horrified at the nasty
comments being passed by these low class driver and conductor about her but was
too shy as well as scared about saying anything to the crude low class driver and
conductor. She also knew that Mr. Khanna had been squeezing her ass all the way
up the hill from the bus to the fort and that was true.
So she knew that she could not tell her husband and so she quickly walked faster
and held on to Mr. Khanna’s arm and blushingly said in English, “Uncleji, Our driver
and conductor are talking dirty rubbish about me and you”
(Uncleji, Hamare driver aur conductor mere aur thumare bharee mein gandhe
ghande bathaeen kar rahee hai)
Uncleji: Why child? What are they saying?
(Kyon beti. Kya kehe rahe hai?)
Shruti: “The Driver is telling the conductor that you were squeezing my ass and I’m
a whore and was enjoying it. Also your wife is a whore and enjoying with my
husband.”
Mr. Khanna: “How does he know I was squeezing your ass?”
Shruti blushed a brighter red and said: Oh. Uncleji. He was walking a few steps
behind us when you were squeezing my ass. I turned a saw him and he gave me a
thumbs up and I did not say anything.
Uncleji was excited hearing this young new bride talking like this so innocently and
replied: Oh I see. Were you enjoying my squeezing your ass?
Shruti: WHAT?
Uncleji: Never mind. Just kidding. I will talk to them.
Shruti: Please do something or they may go around spreading this and telling
everyone that you squeezed my ass and I let you to do this and my husband may
come to know.
Uncleji was happy to hear this and said: No problem beti. I will take care of them
and slowed down and waited for the driver and conductor to catch up with them.
The driver and conductor had seen the girl rushing off and holding the old man’s
arm and talking in a serious way and they realized that she may have heard their
lewd talk and now they are going to get into trouble as they watched Mr. Khanna
stop and turn around and wait for them.
When they reached Mr. Khanna he stopped them and said “Kyon bhai log. Mien tum
dhono se kuch baath karna chahata hoon)
(Why my brothers. I want to talk to you both)
Saying this he guided the driver to the side behing one of the pillars and said “
Driver bhai. Kyon bhai mere chance par pani pher reha ho? Ladki garelu aur daraelu
hai aur pat jayejee.
Mujhe pahele mazza lane do aur shayed mujse chudwayajee. Phir tun dona mazza
le lo. Free ka maal sab mil ke mazza lenge. Kyo?”
(Driver brother. Why are you spoiling my chance of scoring with the young homely
scared girl?
Let me have some fun and maybe she will let me fuck her. Then you both can also
fuck her. Let’s share the free cunt and everyone enjoy it)
The driver and conductor were stunned at the development and were glad that this
high class middle aged gentle man was not getting them into trouble but was
offering them a chance to fuck such a beautiful young high class new bride if he was
able to succeed.
Driver: Thanks ji aur Sorry ji. Aaap try karo aur kuch madaad chaheyee tho hame
bathaooh.
(Thanks Sir and sorry sir. You try for her and if need any help then please let us
know.
Uncleji: Taab thak kise se kuch math bathaooh
(Till then don’t say anything to anyone)
Driver and conductor: Ok ji
Uncleji: Jab chance melega tab hum is kali ke sath mazza lenge. Tab tak sabra
karo.
(When we get a chance we will enjoy with this young girl. Till then be patient)
Say this Uncleji quickly went and caught up with the rest of the bus crowd and
smiled at Shruti and gave her the thumbs up as she now was with her husband and
Mrs. Khanna.
Shruti was still very anxious to know what had happened and after a few minutes of
walking in the fort she told her husband that she was tired and would sit in the cool
shade and wait there till they all visited the rest of the fort and came back.
Immediately Mr. Khanna offered to stay back and keep her company for security
sake saying that he too was tired and would not mind taking rest in the shade.
As Manoj was still escorting Mrs. Khanna and could not abandon her out of
politeness he accepted being assured that his wife was in safe hands of the middle
aged old man old enough to be Shruti’s father.
When the crowd was out of sight Shruti saw that they were all alone in the deserted
area she immediately caught Mr. Khanna’s arm and asked him, “Uncleji. Kya huaa
un kamina harami driver and conductor ke saath?
(Uncleji. What happened with the low class bastards?)
Uncleji replied that he had taken care of the situation and she need not be scared
now.
Hearing this Shruti was relieved and had tears in the eyes and Mr. Khanna
immediately hugged her and said, “Beti. Main hoon na. Kyon dharthe ho?
(Child. I am there. Why are you scared?)
Saying this, the dirty old man hugged her tightly and rubbed her back soothingly
and Shruti could feel his paunch pressed to her and she felt safe and secure in the
old man’s arms.
But this lasted only for a few seconds and the dirty old man lowered his left hands
and squeezed both the butt cheeks and pulled her tightly to his body and quickly
kissed her on the mouth. Shruti was shocked by this sudden change and gasped
and her mouth opened and the dirty old man immediately started French kissing
the young bride and pushed his fat long tongue deep into her mouth and sucked her
tongue. The young girl was inexperienced with men and did not know how to
extricate herself from his tight grip. Uncleji then pressed her right boob and her left
ass cheek and kept French kissing her and now as he had a hardon he pushed his
hips into Shruti’s groin and she could clearly feel his hard cock rubbing her thigh
and pelvic area.
Shruti’s pussy started getting wet at the unwanted assault on her body and her face
went red and she did not know what to do.
Luckily they heard some other new group of tourists approaching and Mr. Khanna
let go of the hapless girl and moved slightly apart cursing his luck.
Shruti was relieved and for some strange reason was disappointed as well. She had
never had a boyfriend or had such close contact with any man and this was all new
to her. Her heart was beating fast and she felt a tingling in-between her legs. It was
all new to her and her face was flushed red and she was unable to look Uncleji in
the eye and sat on the low wall in the shade as the new group of boisterous loud
people walked around them. Uncleji also sat next to her with a contended smile at
the turn of events as well as knowing now that he had a fair chance of fucking this
inexperienced girl if he could get her alone in a safe place for at least 15 minutes.
He now was sure that even though she would never willingly initiate sex he could
force her gently and eventually fuck her with just slight objection if the opportunity
arose to do so discreetly.
By the time the new crowd had dissipated, their bus group had returned and Mr.
Khanna and Shruti had joined them.
Manoj caught Shruti’s hand and had a worried look and asked her if she was Ok.
She smiled shyly at her new husband and nodded that she was Ok but feeling deep
inside that he was still a total stranger to her and she actually had come closer to
the dirty old Uncle than her husband. Also Uncleji had made more use of her body
for a longer time than her husband.
Her body felt feverish and her pussy felt damp and wet.
By the time they returned to the cool AC bus she felt emotionally drained.
Her husband kept talking and telling her about the fort as well as the fact that he
felt the old cougar was hitting on him. He laughed and Shruti smiled at him and
travelled in silence.
Shruti thought how ironic that whiles the dirty old man was hitting on her and
pawing her, his dirty old wife was hitting on her husband. It would be karma and
serve the dirty old man right if his wife was also misused in return. Shruti was not
mean or revengeful but the events of the past few hours was changing her and her
innocence was being eroded and thereby she was also now thinking that she should
now somehow see that Mrs. Khanna is also manhandled like she was by Mr.
Khanna.
Having these evil thoughts was exhausting for the innocent girl and she slightly
dozed off with her head on her husband’s shoulder
(to be continued)
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