Adultery How An Old Beggar Made Me Pregnant

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I was ashamed of myself and started crying. Then I looked around myself in fear. Nobody was there, the place hidden under the bridge. Nobody could see anything and no one could hear the noise on the bridge. I looked at the old beggar. He was laying over there with his eyes closed still naked on the blanket. 

So I decided to dress up and leave that place immediately. But the old beggar’ smell all over me, so I washed and put on my half saree. Once I got dressed, suddenly a hand started groping my boobs and hip from behind. I turned around to see. It was that old beggar. I thought the old beggar was sleeping. 

He asked me to look at his unwashed cock. It was fully erect and he was ready for another round. Before I was thinking anything, he put his dirty hand inside my petticoat to find my pussy. I don’t have any energy to resist and begged him that my body does not have energy for another. He told me it will be quick and there is no need to undress. 

Again he dragged me to the blanket and made me kneel down and bend over. My half saree fell on the floor. With the blouse and petticoat, I was in the doggy position. He wanted to fuck me in that position. I begged him to leave me. But he was not listening and he lifted my petticoat and put it on my back. Then he pulled down my panties.

He started licking my ass and pussy, again I felt shivering in my body. I didn’t know what I was doing and my body was not cooperating with me. After 5 minutes later, he inserted his cock in my pussy and started pushing it. I cried in pain and asked him to take it out. He asked me to hold it for 10 minutes, and he will finish it off. Then he started thrusting me. I moaned “aaahh mmmmmm aaahhhhhh ooooohhh ahhhhh” in the pain. 

My pussy was sucking his cock. It was tight but not like the first time. The old beggar increased his speed and for his balance, he held my shoulder. I was ashamed for getting fucked like a street dog in an open space. After 10 minutes later, he told me he was going to cum. Then released his sperm inside me. 

We both were tired. He laid over me and gave heavy breathing near to my ears. Then he pulled out his cock and sat next to me. I wasn't able to get up and lay there showing butt and cum flowing cunt. Then a few minutes later, I stood up and put my panties petticoat over my cum drenched pussy. It was wet. I didn't care and wanted to run away from him. 

I sensed he was behind me and I turned. He stood up nakedly and smiled. I feared he wanted to do it one more time. Surprisingly, the old beggar took my half saree from the floor and put it on me. I corrected it on my shoulder and my hip. He was looking at my hip and navel when I pushed the half saree edge inside my petticoat. Then he sat on the blanket.

I decided to go home, not college. I felt ashamed to go to college after fucked by an old beggar two times. Without a glance, I walked back to the bridge, took my scooter, and went back home. I told my parents that I was not feeling good, so I came back. Then I went into my room and removed all my clothes and bathed. I cried in the shower and cursed myself. That whole week I took leave from college and stayed in my room. Told my parents that I was not feeling well and they didn’t ask any more questions. 

The first few times the old beggar and the incident only came to my mind. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn’t. Then one day  I took my cum drenched panties in the laundry basket and I smelled it. I got the feeling I was in a hot mood whenever I thought about the incident. Then one day, I put my fingers on my pussy and started masturbating myself. It was a big surprise and told myself it is not that bad. Then I started thinking about the old beggar and his cock only. It made me high and wet myself.  

Then I decided to go and meet him. 

will be continued