10-01-2022, 08:30 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-01-2022, 07:08 AM by B1ryani. Edited 5 times in total. Edited 5 times in total.)
**Part 5.**
The lights slowly flickered off as the train came to a complete stop. I looked out the window and saw fields instead of the station, the sun setting low on the horizon.
What the fuck. I thought to myself. There were loud whispers coming from around the carriage as people were looking out the window to see what had happened. From the whispers I could make out that the train had temporarily broken down. My bad luck just got even worse. The heat from the compartment was starting to get even worse, the smell of sweat and Vicks was intoxicating, I could feel myself taking heavy breaths. My right tit was still stinging a little from the hard grip of the big man. Little beads of light would enter the compartment from the distant buildings and cars from a nearby road. People were starting to talk loudly now, complaining about the train service. In the dark, I could make out a baby crying loud from the front of the train.
“Looks like I get to enjoy you a little while longer”, the big man had his face placed on my left shoulder as he whispered excitedly into my ears. I felt his right-hand creep back under my shirt from the front. This time, he didn’t waste any time feeling my stomach, the hand went straight up onto my bra over the left tit, grabbing the meat from the bottom and giving it a squeeze, then rotating to the right. I looked down onto my chest and with the little bit of light, I could barely make out his big hand holding and pressing my tits.
“You have such big tits for a small girl”, he whispered again. I felt his mouth nibble on my earlobe, then slowly making his was down my neckline. kissing and biting the skin. His breath was even worse when it was closer to my face.
The old man was looking intensely at the both of us. I watched his gaze aimed directly at my big tits that were being fondled. He could make out the big man’s hand inside my shirt. His left hand was slowly stroking the cock outline on his lungi. I looked over to his side and noticed that the boy sitting beside his window had gone back to sleep.
I felt his hand slowly enter my skirt again. Sigh. My asshole was hurting a little from the dry finger digging into it, the sweat didn’t help at all. I clenched the hole shut as tightly as I could, hardening my ass to make it difficult for him to have any access to my rear hole. His right hand was on my left butt cheek over my panties again. He tried squeezing again and felt my buttocks harden. He actually grinned at me; I felt the palm slowly gliding back to my inner left thigh. His thumb was on my lower left butt cheek inside my panties again, his index finger was resting over my panty on my pussy lip.
A light gasp escaped my mouth. The big man heard it.
“Are you enjoying this?”, the big man whispered into my ear. I’m not going to lie, the hands on my body were slowly turning me on. I knew my panty was getting wet from the sweat and my pussy juice. The old mans index finger was slowly rubbing against my wet panty, feeling the fat and heat radiating from my pussy lips.
My nipples were getting very hard, fully erected it’s slightly more 1 centimetre long and thick, making it very obvious over the bra. My areolas are also pretty big, about 6 centimetres in diameter, and close to black in colour, a very dark contrast to my already slightly dark skin. It was difficult finding bras and swimming suits that can cover my entire breasts without giving people a nip slip. On this day, I had on a strapless bra that was pretty low cut, I wore it to match the top as I wanted to expose a little bit of cleavage to go with my outfit.
I could feel the big man’s thumb and index finger grip my right nipple over the bra.
“Are you turned on?”, he whispered into my ear. “You’re quite a little slut, aren’t you?”, he continued to talk in Tamil. I could feel his tummy digging deeper into my back. “How many boys have played with your tits?”, he continued to ask and tease me. I remained silent. His hand was now under my bra, his finger trying to grip the underline metal of my bra, the entire weight of my tits was resting on his arms as he fiddled with my bra.
The old man now had my pussy lips pinched between his middle and index finger, pushing them together, I could feel my panties getting wetter by the second. I already unclenched my butt as the hands were doing a good job turning me on in this ungodly place. At this point I was so afraid someone would notice as people eyes started to get adjusted in the darkness. I could hear the Vicks lady talking loudly in front of me to someone seated down.
I felt his bony thumb grip my panty line and push it aside. Fuck. My fat left pussy lip was exposed to him now. It was pushed aside just enough for my inner lips to fall out as well. Shit. The flappy skin from my labia is pretty thick and long, following the entire length of my pussy lips with my clit hiding snugly between them. The old man was pinching my left pussy lip with his thumb and index finger, feeling the puffy fat between his fingers. The sweat and cum making his fingers move easily along the clean-shaven meat.
The big man had moved his hand to my back now. I felt him struggle with the clasps on my bra. Damnit. It was just going to fall off if he managed to unhook it. People would definitely be able to see my big black areolas against the wet white shirt, even more obvious with my hard nipples standing at attention.
“Please don’t naa”, I whispered to him. Pleading.
“You finally speak”, he sneered back at me softly. “Your nipples seem to be suffocating in there. Let them breathe a bit”. He pulled the bra hard, I felt the hooks behind me come loose.
**End of part 5.**
The lights slowly flickered off as the train came to a complete stop. I looked out the window and saw fields instead of the station, the sun setting low on the horizon.
What the fuck. I thought to myself. There were loud whispers coming from around the carriage as people were looking out the window to see what had happened. From the whispers I could make out that the train had temporarily broken down. My bad luck just got even worse. The heat from the compartment was starting to get even worse, the smell of sweat and Vicks was intoxicating, I could feel myself taking heavy breaths. My right tit was still stinging a little from the hard grip of the big man. Little beads of light would enter the compartment from the distant buildings and cars from a nearby road. People were starting to talk loudly now, complaining about the train service. In the dark, I could make out a baby crying loud from the front of the train.
“Looks like I get to enjoy you a little while longer”, the big man had his face placed on my left shoulder as he whispered excitedly into my ears. I felt his right-hand creep back under my shirt from the front. This time, he didn’t waste any time feeling my stomach, the hand went straight up onto my bra over the left tit, grabbing the meat from the bottom and giving it a squeeze, then rotating to the right. I looked down onto my chest and with the little bit of light, I could barely make out his big hand holding and pressing my tits.
“You have such big tits for a small girl”, he whispered again. I felt his mouth nibble on my earlobe, then slowly making his was down my neckline. kissing and biting the skin. His breath was even worse when it was closer to my face.
The old man was looking intensely at the both of us. I watched his gaze aimed directly at my big tits that were being fondled. He could make out the big man’s hand inside my shirt. His left hand was slowly stroking the cock outline on his lungi. I looked over to his side and noticed that the boy sitting beside his window had gone back to sleep.
I felt his hand slowly enter my skirt again. Sigh. My asshole was hurting a little from the dry finger digging into it, the sweat didn’t help at all. I clenched the hole shut as tightly as I could, hardening my ass to make it difficult for him to have any access to my rear hole. His right hand was on my left butt cheek over my panties again. He tried squeezing again and felt my buttocks harden. He actually grinned at me; I felt the palm slowly gliding back to my inner left thigh. His thumb was on my lower left butt cheek inside my panties again, his index finger was resting over my panty on my pussy lip.
A light gasp escaped my mouth. The big man heard it.
“Are you enjoying this?”, the big man whispered into my ear. I’m not going to lie, the hands on my body were slowly turning me on. I knew my panty was getting wet from the sweat and my pussy juice. The old mans index finger was slowly rubbing against my wet panty, feeling the fat and heat radiating from my pussy lips.
My nipples were getting very hard, fully erected it’s slightly more 1 centimetre long and thick, making it very obvious over the bra. My areolas are also pretty big, about 6 centimetres in diameter, and close to black in colour, a very dark contrast to my already slightly dark skin. It was difficult finding bras and swimming suits that can cover my entire breasts without giving people a nip slip. On this day, I had on a strapless bra that was pretty low cut, I wore it to match the top as I wanted to expose a little bit of cleavage to go with my outfit.
I could feel the big man’s thumb and index finger grip my right nipple over the bra.
“Are you turned on?”, he whispered into my ear. “You’re quite a little slut, aren’t you?”, he continued to talk in Tamil. I could feel his tummy digging deeper into my back. “How many boys have played with your tits?”, he continued to ask and tease me. I remained silent. His hand was now under my bra, his finger trying to grip the underline metal of my bra, the entire weight of my tits was resting on his arms as he fiddled with my bra.
The old man now had my pussy lips pinched between his middle and index finger, pushing them together, I could feel my panties getting wetter by the second. I already unclenched my butt as the hands were doing a good job turning me on in this ungodly place. At this point I was so afraid someone would notice as people eyes started to get adjusted in the darkness. I could hear the Vicks lady talking loudly in front of me to someone seated down.
I felt his bony thumb grip my panty line and push it aside. Fuck. My fat left pussy lip was exposed to him now. It was pushed aside just enough for my inner lips to fall out as well. Shit. The flappy skin from my labia is pretty thick and long, following the entire length of my pussy lips with my clit hiding snugly between them. The old man was pinching my left pussy lip with his thumb and index finger, feeling the puffy fat between his fingers. The sweat and cum making his fingers move easily along the clean-shaven meat.
The big man had moved his hand to my back now. I felt him struggle with the clasps on my bra. Damnit. It was just going to fall off if he managed to unhook it. People would definitely be able to see my big black areolas against the wet white shirt, even more obvious with my hard nipples standing at attention.
“Please don’t naa”, I whispered to him. Pleading.
“You finally speak”, he sneered back at me softly. “Your nipples seem to be suffocating in there. Let them breathe a bit”. He pulled the bra hard, I felt the hooks behind me come loose.
**End of part 5.**
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