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Short Story Erotica 2 by the writer : PAYAL_RP:
Tease going out of control-I
Chitra was a demure beauty of 20 studying in final year BA. She was a smart and pretty looking intelligent student. Many guys were behind her but she never paid any heed due to her conservative nature. An why wouldnt they like her. She was pretty fair skinned girl. Her straight black hair, always open, little below her average framed shoulders. She was tall for average girl (5'5) not plump but curvy at proper places with a stunning figure of 34c-27-34. She had broad eyes and thin lips from bengali parents. She was modern type and never wore any accessories other than in weddings or family functi
She was smart but shy. A little submissive by nature. Staying in hostel for studies. All her friends had boy friends and she was one of the few left virgins. But Chitra was proud of that fact. She always dreamt of giving her cherry to her price charming.
However sane she portrayed herself to be, there was a little naughtiness within herself. All these years she suppressed it being a good girl. She used to be little embarrassed when all her friends used to share their teasing adventures with stranger men. She had nothing to share, just being an audience. But neither she wanted to show her slutty side to her friends by breaking her modest, good girl image.
But this time listing to her friend Reena's tease story, where in details described how she teased a fruit vendor, Chitra was loosing her cool. She also wanted to be a tease. And her body was one of the best. She knew that she could easily lure any man she wishes. And why not, tease was harmless. She wasnt going to give away anything by just being a tease.
This time she wanted to have her own little adventure, first in her life. She planned well for that. Her vacations were close and she was going to go home by train. She purposely avoided traveling with her friends, giving some or the other excuse. She booked a 3tier AC ticket for the satisfaction of her parents but also booked one second class sleeper ticket for her little adventure.
The plan was full-proof. She was going to board the 3 tier AC when her distant 'Mama' sees her off at Delhi station. This way her mama will be happy with arrangements. Change clothes appropriately. Then on the next station, quickly get into the second class compartment. And try to be a tease. Come back to sleep in AC in the night and then again go back to sleeper class in the morning. And then again just one station before her destination, again change to her original place. So even her parents wouldnt know a thing.
She could have teased even in 3 tire AC. But first of all it has curtains all over. And people are also engrossed in their own things. In second class it was going to be all 'open' and that meant easy to tease, but also safer to tease as she can easily cry out for help if anything goes wrong as she planned it in daytime . And second class ticket didnt cost her much.
So, as decided, on the fateful day Chitra boarded the train. Waved good bye to her old mama and occupied her seat in the AC compartment. The TC checked her ticket. She told TC that her friends are in second class and she might visit them in between. Hence if she is not found on her seat, do no assume that she has disembarked the train (this all was to retain her seat in her absence).
All formalities were over and she was all set to execute her plan. She changed into a white buttoned shirt and a tight half cupped black Bra, giving a nice attractive view of her 34c breasts. Also her black bra outline was clearly visible through the shirt. She kept top 2 buttons open. It was attractive but not obscene. Obviously that was the best way to tease men as per her idea. To add more, she wore a low waist jeans showing some skin below the belly button. She decided against showing her thighs at it would then be too much. The shirt was short, just sufficient to cover her deep navel. She could feel the cold air in her ass crack as she bent, giving her good idea of what she was showing off. She checked herself in the mirror. She never wore heavy makeup. Just a thin layer of lip stick and eye liner for her broad black shy eyes. An inviting aromatic deodorant she specially purchased for this trip. She removed her wrist watch as she did not wanted to face any theft. She kept her valuables in the suitcase locked under her seat and took her backpack with a thin but warm shawl, an air pillow and her toiletries.
She was all set to go as the next station was just 30 mins away. It was already evening time of winter days. It was getting foggy. And the train started moving very slow. She was getting agitated and anxious as all her plans were to tease in the evening light.
Finally the train stopped on the next station. But it was really late and dark. Around 9.00 pm. On one hand she thought of dropping the whole plan as she thought it would be risky at this time. But on the other hand she was very determined and too reluctant to let go of such a wonderful plan. It was dinner time, but the anxiety in her stomach killed her appetite. She was little nervous of her first adventure. She packed a small fruit cake in her backpack so she could eat something before sleeping in the second class (that was a change in her plan).
So she stepped out of her compartment (as AC is not connected to sleeper class). It was cold, and her white shirt was making her feel the cold in her exposed cleavage. She had never traveled in second class but had just seen it from outside and obviously had heard stories about teases and chances taken in sleeper class.
She quickly ran and got into her compartment. It was much dirtier than the AC. She searched for her seat in the crowded compartment. She had a side seat. And to her surprise, the seat was already occupied by two uncles. She was confused and thought of getting back and drop the whole idea. But again, this was the chance she had, so why let it go.
Chitra: excuse me, ye meri seat hai (showing her ticket in hand, in a soft sweet and polite tone).
Man1: ohh. ok..ye aap ka seat hai? Thik hai koi baat nahi hum uth jaate hain.
His accent was Bihari (not encouraging regionalism but just as a part of character description in the role. No intentions to hurt any sentiments). He and his friend both got up adjusting their dhoti. It seemed that they both were chewing pa and a typical body odor was all over the seat. They had a good look at her while getting up.
She looked around, most of the people were already sleeping and one or two gentlemen were reading. In short she was not able to get attention as she planned. Obviously, she had two old uncles at her disposal. It sounded a bit risky and dangerous proposition considering their outfit.
Both men were in late 50s. With a stubble and thick mustache. Wearing dhoti and kurta cheweing pan. They both were not very tall, just about 5'6-5'7 but bulky and fat. She kept her bag on the seat and was adjusting for herself. She purposely bent in adjusting her bag, giving them glimpse of her nice cleavage in the dim (but sufficiently lit) yellow light.
Man1: Beta, akeli jaa rahi ho?
Chitra wasnt sure whether to tell the truth. But then the next question would be who is with her and where.
So she just answered “haan ji”
her voice had a natural softness and submission in it.
Man2: Waise hamara saaman iss seat ke niche rakha hai. Aagar tumhara koi saman nahi ho to isse yahin rehene do.
His also had a bihari accent. But both gentlemen were so far soft spoken and behaving nicely with the young girl.
Man1: aur aagar akeli ho to hame thodi der baithne do seat ke iss baju me. Tumhe koi taklif nahi denge, bilkul. If you dont mind.
The last english words sounded so funny in his ascent that couldnt hide a smile on her face.
She had heard of people occupying seats without ticket, but first time she was handling something of this sort. But there was no decision to make, her smile was taken as her permission by the gentleman. He sat on the opposite end of Chitra.
Chitra was amazed by his audacity. But this was much in control. And well, she had her prey to tease right in front of her. And he seemed safe and good enough in absence of other choice. So actually her naughty mind did not mind it at all.
She sat with legs folded on the seat and looked out of the window. The train was moving fast. Her open hair were flowing all over her face, making her look attractive. And the wind occasionally was entering her shirt with top two buttons open, to uncover some of the hidden cleavage through her top 2 open buttons adding to seduction.
She knew that both gentlemen were looking at her and enjoying the sight. And she was enjoying to be watched like that. She was not able to understand their conversation, but by now she understood that man1 was Samsherji and man2 was Subhashji. Calling them uncle would have been too sophisticated.
Both of them were sipping on what she initially thought as coke, but soon realized that it must be rum mixed (she had tasted drinks in all college parties, so she could not mistake the smell as they talked). But she was just not sure how can one have pan and rum both at the same time?
She took out some fruit bread as she felt somewhat hungry. She avoided any talk with them, but as she was always taught to offer, she opened the fruit bread and offered them. Drunk uncles were more than delighted to accept the offer.
Samsherji was sitting on the berth and Subhashji was standing with support of the ladder in front (as she had a lower side berth). She had to bend to offer him the bread and Samsherji purposely did not bent forward, letting her do all the hardwork to please his eyes.
She bent down knowing that both men are ogling at her visible cleavage. But she enjoyed playing a tease. Chitra saw his fingers. They were thick and rugged bit not very long. She gave the bread and stayed in that position, offering some to Subhashji as well.
Subhashji: College me padhti ho?
Chitra: Ji
Samsherji: To abhi kaahan ja rahi ho? Ghar?
Chitra: ji, Chhutti hain na aab college ki
Samsherji: Kaunsi class me padhti ho?
They all were eating the fruit bread and chitra was deliberately dropping some bread on her chin, shirt and open neck. The offwhite bread flakes on her fair skin in the yellow light were making her look a tempting prey.
Chitra: Final year me hoon, Third year BA
She tried to explain.
Subhashji: Matlab, kaunsi kaksha me padhti ho?
She understood that they have no clue about BA or thord year etc. How can one be so oblivious to eduction system. She tought to herself.
Chitra: Pandhravi kaksha me (15th standard)
Subhashji: Aur tumhara naam kya hai bitiya?
Chitra: Chitra (said proudly gicing a nice smile)
Subhashji: namaste, mai subhash aur ye hai Shamsher
She said namaste to both of them with a smile on face.
They both had smile on their face as their eyes glossed through her whole structure. They got a clear estimate of her age. She should not be more than 20, they thought to themselves. And Chitra was just enjoying her bread along with the lusty looks of two old men.
She knew that she had all the control and she was doing as it pleased her. She soon finished her bread and then rubbed off the bread flakes. It made her boobs bounce as she rubbed the shirt. As she thought its not enough, she got up and again brushed off her shirt.
She flaunted her bra outline and turned around to go to the bathroom. Subhashji was quick to follow her. She felt weird and insecure for the first time in all this while.. But still ignored it there were many people sleeping in the compartment. One scream would get them all for help, thats what she thought.
She had no clue hoe the bathroom would be in the sleeper class. She opened the toilet. It was indian style. She moved to the other door and opend it. It was western, thank god, she said to herself. But unfortunately, there was no seat on the commode.
She came out with a sad face. She knew that she can try the other end of the compartment. She came out of that loo and with the train jerk, she almost pushed the door of the other loo. It opend in one shot, it was not locked at all. To her surprise Subhashji was having urinating holding his long thick member.
She had scene a dick in porn before. But not so close in real. For a moment her eyes popped out to see its thickness. It was dirtyly black in colour and the hair around it were making it worse. Subhashji was smiling.
She stepped out immediately abruptly saying sorry and closing the door. For a moment she just stood there frozen. She always thought that teasing is a girls game. But here this uncle was trying to flash his tool to this damsel. She pitied him in her mind. How can such an ugly thing can ever be a tease? Such a horny fool he is. How disgusting. She thought to herself and was about to start walking towards the other end of the compartment (as the adjacent compartment to his side was AC and hence blocked).
She heard Subhashji come out.
Subhashji: Kya hua chitra?
Chitra: wo wahan ke toilet me seat nahi hai. Issliye uss baju jaa rahi thi
She replied ignoring what just happened and answered normally.
Subhashji: aarr..wahan maat jana. Wahan ke to saare toilets kharab hai.
Her problem was clealy visible on her face now.
Subhashji: waise kya karna hai? Mutna hai ya..lamba wala?
Chitra didnt like his gross question But had no answer infront of this elderly.
Chitra: ji, wo...number 1 (she stammered and showed him the little finger)
Subhashji: Okk to mutna hai na? To yahan kar lo.
Jyada pareshani nahi hogi. Aur ye saaf bhi hai.
He said opening the door of the indian toilet. She was shocked at his authoritative nature. But to avoid further humiliation she just got into the toilet.
It was difficult for her to do it while sitting. But some how she managed. Fortunately she had a spray jet in that toilet. She happyly pressed the jet, but there was no water. She held it towards her face to curse it. She decided in her mind that now it was enough of teasing and on the very next station she must go back to AC.
In all her thoughts and the jet being infront of her, to her badluck, she pressed it hard and the water sprang out. Little on her face and some on her white shirt. Some drops even dripped inside the shirt, reaching her bra. It felt weird, she immediately put the jet back (after cleaning herself).
She got up and got out of the loo. Subhashji was standing there and he was joined by Shamsherji as well. Both were smoking bidi. She again felt very annoyed due to the cigarette smell. She thought of reminding them that its prohibited to smole in trains. But their lusty gazes on her nubile body were strong enough to keep her mute. Her wet shirt was giving away the full size and shape of the halfcupped tight black bra. She quickly walked towards her seat. The next station was still good 5-6 hours away. What can she do now?
She quickly thought to herself that she can pretend to sleep. That would keep them away. As when she sleeps they wont be sitting there. She liked her idea. And she spread herself on the berth and pulled over the shawl on her. She filledup the Airpillow and lied down, looking out from the window.
She could feel the two men approach her. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. She was sure that they wont sit seeing her sleep. Thats a basic minimum decency she expected from the two gentlemen.
Subhashji: Chitra, so rahi ho beti?
Chitra did not respond, she wanted to act sleeping.
Subhashji now shook her suddenly on her shoulder.
Subhashji: So gayi thi kya?
Chitra pretended to be awoken from sleep.
Chitra: ji subhashji.
Shamsherji: Thik hai, waise bhi raat bahut ho gayi hai. Tumhe koi aaitaraz to nahi na aagar hum yahan baith jayen?
He asked shamelessly. Was that even a question, she thought to herself. If some one asks like that, how can one say no. And anyway, he was not expecting an answer either. He made himself comfortable near her legs. And without her permission, Subhashji sat near her head.
Subhash: Shamsherbhai, light off kar do. Saab waise bhi so rahe hai.
Shamsherji immediately moved ahead. He now leaned over her half folded legs and reached the light button.
And took his own sweet time to turn off the button.
Chitra felt his body weight on her legs. She wasnt sure if this was getting out of control. But some how she let it be. She decided to wait and watch. And if they did anything wrong, she could have gathered the whole bogie for her help. Her naughty side was taking over her conservative mind.
Shamsherji, while getting back to his position, pulled down her shawl and held it there with his hands. Her cleavage was no open for the eyes of Subhash. She tried to pull back the shawl, but his grip was too strong. She did not wanted to get into any conversation and just wanted to pretend to sleep. Though the light was off, the compartment was lit enough to see everything vividly.
The breeze from the window was too strong and the shawl was off her face. She turned to sleep on her back, facing the roof (upper berth). She knew that she was giving nice view of her wet cleavage to Subhashji who was sitting right next to her head. Her eyes were closed, but she knew that she was being watched.
Subhash: aarrr, chitra, ye to gila ho gaya hai na? Kyon nahi isse thoda sukha de? Thode button khol do baas sukh jayega.
His voice was deep and whispering. And his hand was almost near her shirt button. He was so close that she could smell both, his bad breath and the Rum.
Chitra: nahi nahi, ye aaise thik hai. Jyada nahi gila hua hai.
Subhashji: aare koi nahi chitra, koi nahi dekh raha. Tum chhdar odhke uss taraf mooh karke soo jana and he himself pulled the shawl on her, till above her shoulders. She obediently turned to the side and again closed her eyes. Curious and scared at the same time.
Tease going out of control-II
As she turned, she felt a hand enter the shawl and crawl to her front. The hand went to the shirt buttons. Her breath was very high. But she let the hand proceed. The hand slowly unbuttoned the third button and moved on to the fourth one.
This was enough to give him full access to her bosom.
The shirt was now hanging on the last fith button.
The hand played over her fair skinned cleavage. Getting direct access to it. His hand was expertly moving on her cleavage. Sometimes touching her mounds over the tight halfcupped bra. His fingers were thick and rough. Chitra was getting goose bumps on occasions. She controlled herself and let him have some 'fun'. She was feeling good and a little slutty. And she knew that this was 'OK' as almost every girl in her known circle has done at least till this much in a tease.
And also the feeling was nice. She was slowly getting aroused. She was feeling somewhat weak in her thighs. His hands were now more free. He squeezed her boob. Then the next. Her nipples were already hardened due to cold. It was getting hard for her to control her moan. Fingers were now trying to get in side bra cup. But that wasnt so easy.
Now chitra felt another pair of hands on her jeans. It was getting hot for her. The hand on the jeans moving up and up. She was shivering in expectation. Subhashji was now occasionally pressing her bra cups. Giving her nice sensation.
Subhash's other hand traced her back. Pressed near the usual bra hook area. But there was none. Chitra smiled to herself. She knew that the bra was front hooked. And no matter how hard he would search, he wont get the hook at the back.
But she was enjoying four hands on her body. She once felt like helping Subhash by opening the bra herself. But then that would have been too direct and inviting. She wanted it to be in the current state for next 4 hrs, till the next station. She was liking the way rough rugged hands were caressing her untouched body.
She could now feel subhash's frustration of not able to find the bra hook. She had immense pleasure of playing a perfect tease. Subhash's hand in front now tried to pullup the bra. The bra was too tight and the half cups were holding it firm. As he pulled with force, Chitra was in pain. But she had to lie still, pretending she is not awake.
The Bra didnt give up and stayed to protect her breast.
In spite of the pain, she liked the way it happened.
On the other hand, Shamsher's hands were playing over her jeans. But the jeans was too thick to give away anything. Shamsher soon gave up his efforts to pull up the jeans from legs but instead he shifted himself towards her shapely arse.
Subhash's hands were mad in desperation and frustration. He was trying very hard to get her boobs our of the tight Bra. Finally he tried to put his hands inside from the top of the cup to pull out the globes.
The bra was tight but boobs were soft like cream.
It pained a lot to chitra and for a moment she thought she should herself open the Bra for him. She was in pain but also enjoying being felt so openly, for the first time in her life. It forced her to gasp and moan loud enough to be heard by Subhash.
Shamsher now positioned himself to enjoy her belly. His hands were freely exploiting her creamy belly. He had opened the final fifth button of the shirt and gained access to her complete frontal nudity protected only by bra.
The heat was getting out of control for chitra. Her moans were now loud and she was wet in between her legs. Her soft muffed moans and her tight creamy body was making both men crazy and hard to control.
Finaly shamsher's hands went directly on her jeans hook. Subhash bent on her cheek to kiss. She realized that she had to stop it now otherwise it would go beyond her control. It took lot of courage for her to open her eyes and hold shamsher's hands by wrist.
She held his hand firmly and strongly. He was not expecting any resistance and got furious for being stopped. He held both her hands in his one fist. Suddenly, subhash kept his lips on her cheeks, and muffed her with his hand.
She was shocked, she was not expecting this. And she heard Subhashji whispering in her ears:
Subhash: jyada aawaj maat karo, tumhara AC ka ticket hamare pass hai. Aur awaj karegi to ye shawl utha denge, phir saab tujhe aaisi dekhenge.
He pressed her boob over her bra with rough hands. Her moth was still muffed and his grip was so hard that she could not even moan. Shamsher took both her hands at her back and started to tie them with something. She had no idea what was going on and how things went out of her control.
As soon as he finished tyeing her hands, her jeans hook was under attack. She madly wiggled her legs in protest. Subhashji gripped her mouth even stronger and Shamsherji held her legs under his heavy thighs. It was now a child's play for Shamsherji to pop the jeans hook and then slowly unzip the jeans.
Subhashji (whispering): aab aagar aawj karegi to shawl utha denge aur light on karenge. Phir jitna chillana hai utna chilla. Hum to bhag jayenge, per teri izzat ka kya hoga soch.
She felt Shamshers hands teasing on her panty. And she was so afaird that he would bring it down at any time. She heard subhash and she knew that he had a point. She had no where to go. Even her AC ticket was now gone. The grip on her mouth was getting loose but her mouth was already dry. She couldnt speak a single word when Subhashji let go of her mouth, turned her over and completely opened her shirt with both hands.
He whispered again:
Subhashji: aab tu hamare saath chalegi, bathroom.
(his hands were adjustng the shawl on her body) Aur awaj maat karna, nahi to baas shawl khich lenge.
Phir tu aur teri izzat. Dekhlena.
She was dumbfound. Shamsherji forced her legs down making her stand. He hands were tied at her back and the shawl was covering her open shirt and open jeans. She knew that one word and her shawl will go away from her. Letting people see her budding bosom.
She walked straight closely followed by the duo. Her heart was beating fast and she thought of screaming also. But she wondered where was the courage lost.
Words refused to comeout of her mouth.
They reached the loo. Fortunately the loo was close to her seat and there was no one look. At least hey appeared to be sleeping. Her eyes were looking around all her way if any one is watching her ordeal. Her heart was beating faster ans faster and she had no clue of whats going to happen now.
She was telling herself of a bargain, to request them to let go on a blow job. But there was very little time to open her mouth, she was pushed in the loo, the western style loo.
Shamsher now told subhash: Tu andar jaa mai yahan watch karta hoon. Koi aayega to bata dunga. Pehele usse nangi kaar, phir kahi bhagegi nahi
both of them laughed and pitied her. Chitra was standing in the stinking loo with hands tied at her back.
Looking down and cursing herself.
She heard the door being banged at her back and now heard Subhash's voice.
Subhashji: chaal chitra, aabe tere kapde utarenge
he had a cruel smile on his face.
Chitra: please subhashji, mujhe jaane do. Mai aapke aath jodti hoon
That was a typical dialogue any girl knows from hindi movie and as a villain, Subhashji did not pay any heed to her cry. Instead she could see him taking out a tiny pocket knife. It was small bu the blade was shiny and sharp. The fear was vividly sen in her eyes.
Subhashji enjoyed the fear. He knew that the young girl was now going to submit.
Subhashji: chaal aab dekhte hai ye bra kaise khulti hai.
He moved closer. Her heart was beating faster than ever . He pulled off the shawl and her eyes closed. She was unwillingly showing off her fashionable half cupped bra to him with wide open shirt.
Subhashji mauled her breasts over bra. Letting her moan in pain. This time he quickly understood where the hook was. So now he let his hands on her bra hook in front. He put the knife in his mouth and then with one pull, the hook was open.
The bra cupps were still holding her dignity. And
Subhashji didnt seem to be in hurry. He had to cut her hands free to take off the shirt and bra. Or may be cut the shirt hands and bra straps with knife ? He was thinking.
But instead, he turned his attention to her lower part. She was horrified to feel his hands on her already opened jeans hook. Now in light her white flowered panty was nicely visible.
She wiggled like a chicken with cut neck when he tried to pull down her jeans along with panty. That was the first time she was going to be seen naked by a man. And the place and the man were so inappropriate for her dream.
He pulled down the panty and jeans. Inch by inch. Enjoying the struggle on her face. He was mad to see the clean shaved vigina. He stopped there for a while, letting her jeans be at her knees. The desire to touch the reddish small and clean pussy was unstoppable. He touched her soft lips down there. She moaned softly.
And to his surprise, she was WET.
Subhashji rubbed his fingers over her jouice and showed it to her.
Subhashji: aaare itni garaam hai to phir nakhre kyon kaar rahi hai? Aachhe se chudwa le.
How could she explain him that any virgin woould turn wet by such touches. But that doesnt mean she is willing to be fucked. Her swinging head was denying the fact but her pussy had a different story to tell. It was even more wet with his direct touch.
He now immediately pulled down her jeans making her stark naked. Her resistance was getting weaker. Her jeans was totally naked from below.
He now opened the door handing over the shawl and her jeans and panty to Shamsherji. Poor girl couldnt even cover herself by her hands. They were tied behind. In order to save her dignity infront of Shamsherji, she turned around. Giving a glorious view of her shapely arse.
Subhashji: Aaare ladki to gilli hai, ye dekh
he forcefullt turned her around and then shamsher ji could have a closer look at her soft, unopened pussy. Such a shame and humiliation for her. The door was open and two ugly men were discussing her sexual arousal in a crudest manner, by touching her privates at their will.
Subhashji was holding her by shoulders and
Shamsherji was closely inspecting her wet pussy. Opening her lips as he wanted. She was protesting with trying to close her legs. Shamsherji now was trying to poke a finger in.
Shamsherji: bahit tight lagti hai yaar. Kabhi karwayi nahi hai kya?
He asked looking at her face in pain. She was disgusted to hear that question. But her legs wer automatically spreading wide to let his finger in. She was in a shock to see how the body was revolting against her wish. Shamsherji: saali kunwari lagti hai yaar. Jhilli ke saath...
He said taking out his wet finger from inside her. Her innocent face was still in pain and turrnng red in shame to stand naked infront of the two rowdy men. Now discussing her virginity and hymen.
Hearing Shamsherji's conclusion, subhashji was also tempted to check the hymen himself. He put her one leg on the broken commode edge and now let his finger slide in with littlee force. It was till a struggle inspite of being so wet. She was ust standing dumb and letting them play with her nubile body.
His investigation was over and they both seemed super excited. But the problem was now who will go first.
Shamelessly they tossed a coin. She was so ashamed of herself to let the coin decide her deflowerer. She had so many dreams to save it for her prince charming, and there she was, between two ugly desperate tossing a coin to loot her virginity.
For the last time she begged. Heavytly this time.
Chitra: please uncle, jaane do mujhe. Mai..mai aapko...
she couldnt say blow job. It was too insane for her to utter any such words. And the two men just laughed at her stammerring.
Shamsher: aare rotti kyon hai. Teri chut to kuchh aur hi bata rahi hai. Raani
the toss winner was Shamsherji, most notorious amongst the two.
Shamsherji: chaal aaja aab
he let her arms open, and subhash wen out for watch. She stood frozen infront of the beast. She was stiff and sobbing. But so was her pussy, it was getting wet and wet more.
Shamsherji removed his dhoti and let his 8 incher out.
The girth was the scary part of it. He was almost 4+ inches in diameter. Her jawas dropped to see the monster. And she was now very worried as to what was going to happen to the tiny hole.
Shamsherji removed her shirt and then bra, making her completely naked. He turned her around.. Such a humiliating inspection that was. Then slowly raised her chin.
Shamsherji: chaal, kaayde se karegi to kaam daard hoga, samjhi?
His had was massaging her pussy lips and some times slipping in. every time his thick finger entered, she was in immense pain. She was really scared now of getting deflowered.
He made her stand near the toilet window with her hands resting on it and positioned himself at her back. He had now complete access to her budding boobs. His cock was poking her arse. And to her surprise, she was moaning in light pleasure.
Shamsher suddenly turned her around, facing him.
Shamsher: teri chummi lete hai, mooh khol..
without waiting for her response, his rum spelling mouth was cheweing her soft thin lips. A nasty kiss, but a first one for chitra. She let his tong enter her soft pallet and press her boobs wildly as he kissed. It was amixed feeling of pain and pleasure.
He broke the kiss and let his mouth fall on her boobs. With the suddent attach, she let out a loud moan. Her nipples were already errect. His hand was again playing roughly with her pussy lips. She was moaning, taking support of his shoulders.
Shamsherji got aside.
Shamsherji: baas, aab raha ni jaa raha,
he opened the door and told subhash,
Shamsherji: aab chodene wala hoon, jaara dhyan rakhan koi aaye to batana.
Subhashji: jaara awaj kaam rakhna. Pehel baar hai to jaroor chillayegi
Shamsherji: haan haan, wo to sabhal lunga.
He closed the door and rremoved his top. He was sooo hairy and sweaty. He grabbed her in his huge arms.
And cudled her. She was some how njoying now. Her moans were louder and softer. May be she had surrendered herself to her fate.
He kissed her again, hard.
Shamsherji: uncle se chudegi na aab?
His hands were on her pussy and other hand kneading her boobs. She just nodded in shame and blush. He again raised her chin like a new bride.
He put a wooden plank on the broken commode seat and sat on it. He pulled her towards him with her legs astride. She was standing with legs wide spread. And she was going to do a very very courageous act. Rather he was gong to force her do that.
He slowly let her sit. He loved the pain on her face as the giant head touched her pussy, trying to open it.
Her hands were on his shoulders. Not resisting but not fully co operating. She was in pain and wanted to get up bu shamsher ji was too strong man. He Kept her forcing down. She was almost In tears. He now was at her hymen. The last defense of a virgin. And he had a wiered expression on his face. A pleasure of victory.
He pushed her face down on his. He got her into an unwilling kiss with his hand strongly gripping her neck. And NOW he gave the final blow, prssing her down on him. Letting his massive tool tearaway her soft hymen.
She was in severe pain but her struggle remained bounded in his arms. Her moan muffed by his stinking mouth.
She was a woman now. The tears in her eyes and the blood on his tool were a testimony to it. The most important moment of her life happened in the train bathroom with an ugly man. She could never forget how the tease went wrong.
(END OF SHORT STORY :2)
Tease going out of control-I
Chitra was a demure beauty of 20 studying in final year BA. She was a smart and pretty looking intelligent student. Many guys were behind her but she never paid any heed due to her conservative nature. An why wouldnt they like her. She was pretty fair skinned girl. Her straight black hair, always open, little below her average framed shoulders. She was tall for average girl (5'5) not plump but curvy at proper places with a stunning figure of 34c-27-34. She had broad eyes and thin lips from bengali parents. She was modern type and never wore any accessories other than in weddings or family functi
She was smart but shy. A little submissive by nature. Staying in hostel for studies. All her friends had boy friends and she was one of the few left virgins. But Chitra was proud of that fact. She always dreamt of giving her cherry to her price charming.
However sane she portrayed herself to be, there was a little naughtiness within herself. All these years she suppressed it being a good girl. She used to be little embarrassed when all her friends used to share their teasing adventures with stranger men. She had nothing to share, just being an audience. But neither she wanted to show her slutty side to her friends by breaking her modest, good girl image.
But this time listing to her friend Reena's tease story, where in details described how she teased a fruit vendor, Chitra was loosing her cool. She also wanted to be a tease. And her body was one of the best. She knew that she could easily lure any man she wishes. And why not, tease was harmless. She wasnt going to give away anything by just being a tease.
This time she wanted to have her own little adventure, first in her life. She planned well for that. Her vacations were close and she was going to go home by train. She purposely avoided traveling with her friends, giving some or the other excuse. She booked a 3tier AC ticket for the satisfaction of her parents but also booked one second class sleeper ticket for her little adventure.
The plan was full-proof. She was going to board the 3 tier AC when her distant 'Mama' sees her off at Delhi station. This way her mama will be happy with arrangements. Change clothes appropriately. Then on the next station, quickly get into the second class compartment. And try to be a tease. Come back to sleep in AC in the night and then again go back to sleeper class in the morning. And then again just one station before her destination, again change to her original place. So even her parents wouldnt know a thing.
She could have teased even in 3 tire AC. But first of all it has curtains all over. And people are also engrossed in their own things. In second class it was going to be all 'open' and that meant easy to tease, but also safer to tease as she can easily cry out for help if anything goes wrong as she planned it in daytime . And second class ticket didnt cost her much.
So, as decided, on the fateful day Chitra boarded the train. Waved good bye to her old mama and occupied her seat in the AC compartment. The TC checked her ticket. She told TC that her friends are in second class and she might visit them in between. Hence if she is not found on her seat, do no assume that she has disembarked the train (this all was to retain her seat in her absence).
All formalities were over and she was all set to execute her plan. She changed into a white buttoned shirt and a tight half cupped black Bra, giving a nice attractive view of her 34c breasts. Also her black bra outline was clearly visible through the shirt. She kept top 2 buttons open. It was attractive but not obscene. Obviously that was the best way to tease men as per her idea. To add more, she wore a low waist jeans showing some skin below the belly button. She decided against showing her thighs at it would then be too much. The shirt was short, just sufficient to cover her deep navel. She could feel the cold air in her ass crack as she bent, giving her good idea of what she was showing off. She checked herself in the mirror. She never wore heavy makeup. Just a thin layer of lip stick and eye liner for her broad black shy eyes. An inviting aromatic deodorant she specially purchased for this trip. She removed her wrist watch as she did not wanted to face any theft. She kept her valuables in the suitcase locked under her seat and took her backpack with a thin but warm shawl, an air pillow and her toiletries.
She was all set to go as the next station was just 30 mins away. It was already evening time of winter days. It was getting foggy. And the train started moving very slow. She was getting agitated and anxious as all her plans were to tease in the evening light.
Finally the train stopped on the next station. But it was really late and dark. Around 9.00 pm. On one hand she thought of dropping the whole plan as she thought it would be risky at this time. But on the other hand she was very determined and too reluctant to let go of such a wonderful plan. It was dinner time, but the anxiety in her stomach killed her appetite. She was little nervous of her first adventure. She packed a small fruit cake in her backpack so she could eat something before sleeping in the second class (that was a change in her plan).
So she stepped out of her compartment (as AC is not connected to sleeper class). It was cold, and her white shirt was making her feel the cold in her exposed cleavage. She had never traveled in second class but had just seen it from outside and obviously had heard stories about teases and chances taken in sleeper class.
She quickly ran and got into her compartment. It was much dirtier than the AC. She searched for her seat in the crowded compartment. She had a side seat. And to her surprise, the seat was already occupied by two uncles. She was confused and thought of getting back and drop the whole idea. But again, this was the chance she had, so why let it go.
Chitra: excuse me, ye meri seat hai (showing her ticket in hand, in a soft sweet and polite tone).
Man1: ohh. ok..ye aap ka seat hai? Thik hai koi baat nahi hum uth jaate hain.
His accent was Bihari (not encouraging regionalism but just as a part of character description in the role. No intentions to hurt any sentiments). He and his friend both got up adjusting their dhoti. It seemed that they both were chewing pa and a typical body odor was all over the seat. They had a good look at her while getting up.
She looked around, most of the people were already sleeping and one or two gentlemen were reading. In short she was not able to get attention as she planned. Obviously, she had two old uncles at her disposal. It sounded a bit risky and dangerous proposition considering their outfit.
Both men were in late 50s. With a stubble and thick mustache. Wearing dhoti and kurta cheweing pan. They both were not very tall, just about 5'6-5'7 but bulky and fat. She kept her bag on the seat and was adjusting for herself. She purposely bent in adjusting her bag, giving them glimpse of her nice cleavage in the dim (but sufficiently lit) yellow light.
Man1: Beta, akeli jaa rahi ho?
Chitra wasnt sure whether to tell the truth. But then the next question would be who is with her and where.
So she just answered “haan ji”
her voice had a natural softness and submission in it.
Man2: Waise hamara saaman iss seat ke niche rakha hai. Aagar tumhara koi saman nahi ho to isse yahin rehene do.
His also had a bihari accent. But both gentlemen were so far soft spoken and behaving nicely with the young girl.
Man1: aur aagar akeli ho to hame thodi der baithne do seat ke iss baju me. Tumhe koi taklif nahi denge, bilkul. If you dont mind.
The last english words sounded so funny in his ascent that couldnt hide a smile on her face.
She had heard of people occupying seats without ticket, but first time she was handling something of this sort. But there was no decision to make, her smile was taken as her permission by the gentleman. He sat on the opposite end of Chitra.
Chitra was amazed by his audacity. But this was much in control. And well, she had her prey to tease right in front of her. And he seemed safe and good enough in absence of other choice. So actually her naughty mind did not mind it at all.
She sat with legs folded on the seat and looked out of the window. The train was moving fast. Her open hair were flowing all over her face, making her look attractive. And the wind occasionally was entering her shirt with top two buttons open, to uncover some of the hidden cleavage through her top 2 open buttons adding to seduction.
She knew that both gentlemen were looking at her and enjoying the sight. And she was enjoying to be watched like that. She was not able to understand their conversation, but by now she understood that man1 was Samsherji and man2 was Subhashji. Calling them uncle would have been too sophisticated.
Both of them were sipping on what she initially thought as coke, but soon realized that it must be rum mixed (she had tasted drinks in all college parties, so she could not mistake the smell as they talked). But she was just not sure how can one have pan and rum both at the same time?
She took out some fruit bread as she felt somewhat hungry. She avoided any talk with them, but as she was always taught to offer, she opened the fruit bread and offered them. Drunk uncles were more than delighted to accept the offer.
Samsherji was sitting on the berth and Subhashji was standing with support of the ladder in front (as she had a lower side berth). She had to bend to offer him the bread and Samsherji purposely did not bent forward, letting her do all the hardwork to please his eyes.
She bent down knowing that both men are ogling at her visible cleavage. But she enjoyed playing a tease. Chitra saw his fingers. They were thick and rugged bit not very long. She gave the bread and stayed in that position, offering some to Subhashji as well.
Subhashji: College me padhti ho?
Chitra: Ji
Samsherji: To abhi kaahan ja rahi ho? Ghar?
Chitra: ji, Chhutti hain na aab college ki
Samsherji: Kaunsi class me padhti ho?
They all were eating the fruit bread and chitra was deliberately dropping some bread on her chin, shirt and open neck. The offwhite bread flakes on her fair skin in the yellow light were making her look a tempting prey.
Chitra: Final year me hoon, Third year BA
She tried to explain.
Subhashji: Matlab, kaunsi kaksha me padhti ho?
She understood that they have no clue about BA or thord year etc. How can one be so oblivious to eduction system. She tought to herself.
Chitra: Pandhravi kaksha me (15th standard)
Subhashji: Aur tumhara naam kya hai bitiya?
Chitra: Chitra (said proudly gicing a nice smile)
Subhashji: namaste, mai subhash aur ye hai Shamsher
She said namaste to both of them with a smile on face.
They both had smile on their face as their eyes glossed through her whole structure. They got a clear estimate of her age. She should not be more than 20, they thought to themselves. And Chitra was just enjoying her bread along with the lusty looks of two old men.
She knew that she had all the control and she was doing as it pleased her. She soon finished her bread and then rubbed off the bread flakes. It made her boobs bounce as she rubbed the shirt. As she thought its not enough, she got up and again brushed off her shirt.
She flaunted her bra outline and turned around to go to the bathroom. Subhashji was quick to follow her. She felt weird and insecure for the first time in all this while.. But still ignored it there were many people sleeping in the compartment. One scream would get them all for help, thats what she thought.
She had no clue hoe the bathroom would be in the sleeper class. She opened the toilet. It was indian style. She moved to the other door and opend it. It was western, thank god, she said to herself. But unfortunately, there was no seat on the commode.
She came out with a sad face. She knew that she can try the other end of the compartment. She came out of that loo and with the train jerk, she almost pushed the door of the other loo. It opend in one shot, it was not locked at all. To her surprise Subhashji was having urinating holding his long thick member.
She had scene a dick in porn before. But not so close in real. For a moment her eyes popped out to see its thickness. It was dirtyly black in colour and the hair around it were making it worse. Subhashji was smiling.
She stepped out immediately abruptly saying sorry and closing the door. For a moment she just stood there frozen. She always thought that teasing is a girls game. But here this uncle was trying to flash his tool to this damsel. She pitied him in her mind. How can such an ugly thing can ever be a tease? Such a horny fool he is. How disgusting. She thought to herself and was about to start walking towards the other end of the compartment (as the adjacent compartment to his side was AC and hence blocked).
She heard Subhashji come out.
Subhashji: Kya hua chitra?
Chitra: wo wahan ke toilet me seat nahi hai. Issliye uss baju jaa rahi thi
She replied ignoring what just happened and answered normally.
Subhashji: aarr..wahan maat jana. Wahan ke to saare toilets kharab hai.
Her problem was clealy visible on her face now.
Subhashji: waise kya karna hai? Mutna hai ya..lamba wala?
Chitra didnt like his gross question But had no answer infront of this elderly.
Chitra: ji, wo...number 1 (she stammered and showed him the little finger)
Subhashji: Okk to mutna hai na? To yahan kar lo.
Jyada pareshani nahi hogi. Aur ye saaf bhi hai.
He said opening the door of the indian toilet. She was shocked at his authoritative nature. But to avoid further humiliation she just got into the toilet.
It was difficult for her to do it while sitting. But some how she managed. Fortunately she had a spray jet in that toilet. She happyly pressed the jet, but there was no water. She held it towards her face to curse it. She decided in her mind that now it was enough of teasing and on the very next station she must go back to AC.
In all her thoughts and the jet being infront of her, to her badluck, she pressed it hard and the water sprang out. Little on her face and some on her white shirt. Some drops even dripped inside the shirt, reaching her bra. It felt weird, she immediately put the jet back (after cleaning herself).
She got up and got out of the loo. Subhashji was standing there and he was joined by Shamsherji as well. Both were smoking bidi. She again felt very annoyed due to the cigarette smell. She thought of reminding them that its prohibited to smole in trains. But their lusty gazes on her nubile body were strong enough to keep her mute. Her wet shirt was giving away the full size and shape of the halfcupped tight black bra. She quickly walked towards her seat. The next station was still good 5-6 hours away. What can she do now?
She quickly thought to herself that she can pretend to sleep. That would keep them away. As when she sleeps they wont be sitting there. She liked her idea. And she spread herself on the berth and pulled over the shawl on her. She filledup the Airpillow and lied down, looking out from the window.
She could feel the two men approach her. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. She was sure that they wont sit seeing her sleep. Thats a basic minimum decency she expected from the two gentlemen.
Subhashji: Chitra, so rahi ho beti?
Chitra did not respond, she wanted to act sleeping.
Subhashji now shook her suddenly on her shoulder.
Subhashji: So gayi thi kya?
Chitra pretended to be awoken from sleep.
Chitra: ji subhashji.
Shamsherji: Thik hai, waise bhi raat bahut ho gayi hai. Tumhe koi aaitaraz to nahi na aagar hum yahan baith jayen?
He asked shamelessly. Was that even a question, she thought to herself. If some one asks like that, how can one say no. And anyway, he was not expecting an answer either. He made himself comfortable near her legs. And without her permission, Subhashji sat near her head.
Subhash: Shamsherbhai, light off kar do. Saab waise bhi so rahe hai.
Shamsherji immediately moved ahead. He now leaned over her half folded legs and reached the light button.
And took his own sweet time to turn off the button.
Chitra felt his body weight on her legs. She wasnt sure if this was getting out of control. But some how she let it be. She decided to wait and watch. And if they did anything wrong, she could have gathered the whole bogie for her help. Her naughty side was taking over her conservative mind.
Shamsherji, while getting back to his position, pulled down her shawl and held it there with his hands. Her cleavage was no open for the eyes of Subhash. She tried to pull back the shawl, but his grip was too strong. She did not wanted to get into any conversation and just wanted to pretend to sleep. Though the light was off, the compartment was lit enough to see everything vividly.
The breeze from the window was too strong and the shawl was off her face. She turned to sleep on her back, facing the roof (upper berth). She knew that she was giving nice view of her wet cleavage to Subhashji who was sitting right next to her head. Her eyes were closed, but she knew that she was being watched.
Subhash: aarrr, chitra, ye to gila ho gaya hai na? Kyon nahi isse thoda sukha de? Thode button khol do baas sukh jayega.
His voice was deep and whispering. And his hand was almost near her shirt button. He was so close that she could smell both, his bad breath and the Rum.
Chitra: nahi nahi, ye aaise thik hai. Jyada nahi gila hua hai.
Subhashji: aare koi nahi chitra, koi nahi dekh raha. Tum chhdar odhke uss taraf mooh karke soo jana and he himself pulled the shawl on her, till above her shoulders. She obediently turned to the side and again closed her eyes. Curious and scared at the same time.
Tease going out of control-II
As she turned, she felt a hand enter the shawl and crawl to her front. The hand went to the shirt buttons. Her breath was very high. But she let the hand proceed. The hand slowly unbuttoned the third button and moved on to the fourth one.
This was enough to give him full access to her bosom.
The shirt was now hanging on the last fith button.
The hand played over her fair skinned cleavage. Getting direct access to it. His hand was expertly moving on her cleavage. Sometimes touching her mounds over the tight halfcupped bra. His fingers were thick and rough. Chitra was getting goose bumps on occasions. She controlled herself and let him have some 'fun'. She was feeling good and a little slutty. And she knew that this was 'OK' as almost every girl in her known circle has done at least till this much in a tease.
And also the feeling was nice. She was slowly getting aroused. She was feeling somewhat weak in her thighs. His hands were now more free. He squeezed her boob. Then the next. Her nipples were already hardened due to cold. It was getting hard for her to control her moan. Fingers were now trying to get in side bra cup. But that wasnt so easy.
Now chitra felt another pair of hands on her jeans. It was getting hot for her. The hand on the jeans moving up and up. She was shivering in expectation. Subhashji was now occasionally pressing her bra cups. Giving her nice sensation.
Subhash's other hand traced her back. Pressed near the usual bra hook area. But there was none. Chitra smiled to herself. She knew that the bra was front hooked. And no matter how hard he would search, he wont get the hook at the back.
But she was enjoying four hands on her body. She once felt like helping Subhash by opening the bra herself. But then that would have been too direct and inviting. She wanted it to be in the current state for next 4 hrs, till the next station. She was liking the way rough rugged hands were caressing her untouched body.
She could now feel subhash's frustration of not able to find the bra hook. She had immense pleasure of playing a perfect tease. Subhash's hand in front now tried to pullup the bra. The bra was too tight and the half cups were holding it firm. As he pulled with force, Chitra was in pain. But she had to lie still, pretending she is not awake.
The Bra didnt give up and stayed to protect her breast.
In spite of the pain, she liked the way it happened.
On the other hand, Shamsher's hands were playing over her jeans. But the jeans was too thick to give away anything. Shamsher soon gave up his efforts to pull up the jeans from legs but instead he shifted himself towards her shapely arse.
Subhash's hands were mad in desperation and frustration. He was trying very hard to get her boobs our of the tight Bra. Finally he tried to put his hands inside from the top of the cup to pull out the globes.
The bra was tight but boobs were soft like cream.
It pained a lot to chitra and for a moment she thought she should herself open the Bra for him. She was in pain but also enjoying being felt so openly, for the first time in her life. It forced her to gasp and moan loud enough to be heard by Subhash.
Shamsher now positioned himself to enjoy her belly. His hands were freely exploiting her creamy belly. He had opened the final fifth button of the shirt and gained access to her complete frontal nudity protected only by bra.
The heat was getting out of control for chitra. Her moans were now loud and she was wet in between her legs. Her soft muffed moans and her tight creamy body was making both men crazy and hard to control.
Finaly shamsher's hands went directly on her jeans hook. Subhash bent on her cheek to kiss. She realized that she had to stop it now otherwise it would go beyond her control. It took lot of courage for her to open her eyes and hold shamsher's hands by wrist.
She held his hand firmly and strongly. He was not expecting any resistance and got furious for being stopped. He held both her hands in his one fist. Suddenly, subhash kept his lips on her cheeks, and muffed her with his hand.
She was shocked, she was not expecting this. And she heard Subhashji whispering in her ears:
Subhash: jyada aawaj maat karo, tumhara AC ka ticket hamare pass hai. Aur awaj karegi to ye shawl utha denge, phir saab tujhe aaisi dekhenge.
He pressed her boob over her bra with rough hands. Her moth was still muffed and his grip was so hard that she could not even moan. Shamsher took both her hands at her back and started to tie them with something. She had no idea what was going on and how things went out of her control.
As soon as he finished tyeing her hands, her jeans hook was under attack. She madly wiggled her legs in protest. Subhashji gripped her mouth even stronger and Shamsherji held her legs under his heavy thighs. It was now a child's play for Shamsherji to pop the jeans hook and then slowly unzip the jeans.
Subhashji (whispering): aab aagar aawj karegi to shawl utha denge aur light on karenge. Phir jitna chillana hai utna chilla. Hum to bhag jayenge, per teri izzat ka kya hoga soch.
She felt Shamshers hands teasing on her panty. And she was so afaird that he would bring it down at any time. She heard subhash and she knew that he had a point. She had no where to go. Even her AC ticket was now gone. The grip on her mouth was getting loose but her mouth was already dry. She couldnt speak a single word when Subhashji let go of her mouth, turned her over and completely opened her shirt with both hands.
He whispered again:
Subhashji: aab tu hamare saath chalegi, bathroom.
(his hands were adjustng the shawl on her body) Aur awaj maat karna, nahi to baas shawl khich lenge.
Phir tu aur teri izzat. Dekhlena.
She was dumbfound. Shamsherji forced her legs down making her stand. He hands were tied at her back and the shawl was covering her open shirt and open jeans. She knew that one word and her shawl will go away from her. Letting people see her budding bosom.
She walked straight closely followed by the duo. Her heart was beating fast and she thought of screaming also. But she wondered where was the courage lost.
Words refused to comeout of her mouth.
They reached the loo. Fortunately the loo was close to her seat and there was no one look. At least hey appeared to be sleeping. Her eyes were looking around all her way if any one is watching her ordeal. Her heart was beating faster ans faster and she had no clue of whats going to happen now.
She was telling herself of a bargain, to request them to let go on a blow job. But there was very little time to open her mouth, she was pushed in the loo, the western style loo.
Shamsher now told subhash: Tu andar jaa mai yahan watch karta hoon. Koi aayega to bata dunga. Pehele usse nangi kaar, phir kahi bhagegi nahi
both of them laughed and pitied her. Chitra was standing in the stinking loo with hands tied at her back.
Looking down and cursing herself.
She heard the door being banged at her back and now heard Subhash's voice.
Subhashji: chaal chitra, aabe tere kapde utarenge
he had a cruel smile on his face.
Chitra: please subhashji, mujhe jaane do. Mai aapke aath jodti hoon
That was a typical dialogue any girl knows from hindi movie and as a villain, Subhashji did not pay any heed to her cry. Instead she could see him taking out a tiny pocket knife. It was small bu the blade was shiny and sharp. The fear was vividly sen in her eyes.
Subhashji enjoyed the fear. He knew that the young girl was now going to submit.
Subhashji: chaal aab dekhte hai ye bra kaise khulti hai.
He moved closer. Her heart was beating faster than ever . He pulled off the shawl and her eyes closed. She was unwillingly showing off her fashionable half cupped bra to him with wide open shirt.
Subhashji mauled her breasts over bra. Letting her moan in pain. This time he quickly understood where the hook was. So now he let his hands on her bra hook in front. He put the knife in his mouth and then with one pull, the hook was open.
The bra cupps were still holding her dignity. And
Subhashji didnt seem to be in hurry. He had to cut her hands free to take off the shirt and bra. Or may be cut the shirt hands and bra straps with knife ? He was thinking.
But instead, he turned his attention to her lower part. She was horrified to feel his hands on her already opened jeans hook. Now in light her white flowered panty was nicely visible.
She wiggled like a chicken with cut neck when he tried to pull down her jeans along with panty. That was the first time she was going to be seen naked by a man. And the place and the man were so inappropriate for her dream.
He pulled down the panty and jeans. Inch by inch. Enjoying the struggle on her face. He was mad to see the clean shaved vigina. He stopped there for a while, letting her jeans be at her knees. The desire to touch the reddish small and clean pussy was unstoppable. He touched her soft lips down there. She moaned softly.
And to his surprise, she was WET.
Subhashji rubbed his fingers over her jouice and showed it to her.
Subhashji: aaare itni garaam hai to phir nakhre kyon kaar rahi hai? Aachhe se chudwa le.
How could she explain him that any virgin woould turn wet by such touches. But that doesnt mean she is willing to be fucked. Her swinging head was denying the fact but her pussy had a different story to tell. It was even more wet with his direct touch.
He now immediately pulled down her jeans making her stark naked. Her resistance was getting weaker. Her jeans was totally naked from below.
He now opened the door handing over the shawl and her jeans and panty to Shamsherji. Poor girl couldnt even cover herself by her hands. They were tied behind. In order to save her dignity infront of Shamsherji, she turned around. Giving a glorious view of her shapely arse.
Subhashji: Aaare ladki to gilli hai, ye dekh
he forcefullt turned her around and then shamsher ji could have a closer look at her soft, unopened pussy. Such a shame and humiliation for her. The door was open and two ugly men were discussing her sexual arousal in a crudest manner, by touching her privates at their will.
Subhashji was holding her by shoulders and
Shamsherji was closely inspecting her wet pussy. Opening her lips as he wanted. She was protesting with trying to close her legs. Shamsherji now was trying to poke a finger in.
Shamsherji: bahit tight lagti hai yaar. Kabhi karwayi nahi hai kya?
He asked looking at her face in pain. She was disgusted to hear that question. But her legs wer automatically spreading wide to let his finger in. She was in a shock to see how the body was revolting against her wish. Shamsherji: saali kunwari lagti hai yaar. Jhilli ke saath...
He said taking out his wet finger from inside her. Her innocent face was still in pain and turrnng red in shame to stand naked infront of the two rowdy men. Now discussing her virginity and hymen.
Hearing Shamsherji's conclusion, subhashji was also tempted to check the hymen himself. He put her one leg on the broken commode edge and now let his finger slide in with littlee force. It was till a struggle inspite of being so wet. She was ust standing dumb and letting them play with her nubile body.
His investigation was over and they both seemed super excited. But the problem was now who will go first.
Shamelessly they tossed a coin. She was so ashamed of herself to let the coin decide her deflowerer. She had so many dreams to save it for her prince charming, and there she was, between two ugly desperate tossing a coin to loot her virginity.
For the last time she begged. Heavytly this time.
Chitra: please uncle, jaane do mujhe. Mai..mai aapko...
she couldnt say blow job. It was too insane for her to utter any such words. And the two men just laughed at her stammerring.
Shamsher: aare rotti kyon hai. Teri chut to kuchh aur hi bata rahi hai. Raani
the toss winner was Shamsherji, most notorious amongst the two.
Shamsherji: chaal aaja aab
he let her arms open, and subhash wen out for watch. She stood frozen infront of the beast. She was stiff and sobbing. But so was her pussy, it was getting wet and wet more.
Shamsherji removed his dhoti and let his 8 incher out.
The girth was the scary part of it. He was almost 4+ inches in diameter. Her jawas dropped to see the monster. And she was now very worried as to what was going to happen to the tiny hole.
Shamsherji removed her shirt and then bra, making her completely naked. He turned her around.. Such a humiliating inspection that was. Then slowly raised her chin.
Shamsherji: chaal, kaayde se karegi to kaam daard hoga, samjhi?
His had was massaging her pussy lips and some times slipping in. every time his thick finger entered, she was in immense pain. She was really scared now of getting deflowered.
He made her stand near the toilet window with her hands resting on it and positioned himself at her back. He had now complete access to her budding boobs. His cock was poking her arse. And to her surprise, she was moaning in light pleasure.
Shamsher suddenly turned her around, facing him.
Shamsher: teri chummi lete hai, mooh khol..
without waiting for her response, his rum spelling mouth was cheweing her soft thin lips. A nasty kiss, but a first one for chitra. She let his tong enter her soft pallet and press her boobs wildly as he kissed. It was amixed feeling of pain and pleasure.
He broke the kiss and let his mouth fall on her boobs. With the suddent attach, she let out a loud moan. Her nipples were already errect. His hand was again playing roughly with her pussy lips. She was moaning, taking support of his shoulders.
Shamsherji got aside.
Shamsherji: baas, aab raha ni jaa raha,
he opened the door and told subhash,
Shamsherji: aab chodene wala hoon, jaara dhyan rakhan koi aaye to batana.
Subhashji: jaara awaj kaam rakhna. Pehel baar hai to jaroor chillayegi
Shamsherji: haan haan, wo to sabhal lunga.
He closed the door and rremoved his top. He was sooo hairy and sweaty. He grabbed her in his huge arms.
And cudled her. She was some how njoying now. Her moans were louder and softer. May be she had surrendered herself to her fate.
He kissed her again, hard.
Shamsherji: uncle se chudegi na aab?
His hands were on her pussy and other hand kneading her boobs. She just nodded in shame and blush. He again raised her chin like a new bride.
He put a wooden plank on the broken commode seat and sat on it. He pulled her towards him with her legs astride. She was standing with legs wide spread. And she was going to do a very very courageous act. Rather he was gong to force her do that.
He slowly let her sit. He loved the pain on her face as the giant head touched her pussy, trying to open it.
Her hands were on his shoulders. Not resisting but not fully co operating. She was in pain and wanted to get up bu shamsher ji was too strong man. He Kept her forcing down. She was almost In tears. He now was at her hymen. The last defense of a virgin. And he had a wiered expression on his face. A pleasure of victory.
He pushed her face down on his. He got her into an unwilling kiss with his hand strongly gripping her neck. And NOW he gave the final blow, prssing her down on him. Letting his massive tool tearaway her soft hymen.
She was in severe pain but her struggle remained bounded in his arms. Her moan muffed by his stinking mouth.
She was a woman now. The tears in her eyes and the blood on his tool were a testimony to it. The most important moment of her life happened in the train bathroom with an ugly man. She could never forget how the tease went wrong.
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