Adultery Debauchery of Supriya and Raashi

[supriyaa]

My name is Supriya Basu, 18 years old.  Our family just shifted from Kolkata to Mumbai.  My dad works as a senior executive in a MNC and my mom is a housewife.  I am their only daughter.  Let me give you a little more info on my looks, I am very fair, long hair slightly curled and like most Bengali girls, very pretty.  I am slightly plump 34-30-36.  Being in a all-girls college till (10+2) in Kolkata, it was the first time I am studying in a co-ed environment, I got admission in a reputed college in Mumbai.  Now that we are done with the intro part, lets begin the story….

 

Its been 3 months since my new college started and very excited about the new life, new city.  I didn’t have a boyfriend, though I have been approached quite a few times by good looking boys.  For some reason I never found them attractive.  Apart from me, there was one more girl in our group who was single, Raashi. All other boys and girls in our group had a bf or a gf.  Raashi is also a pretty girl.  Most of the time we were stuck with each other as everyone else were couples.  Me and Raashi became very good friends.  One day our college classes got cancelled due to some reason, all the couples in our group decided to go to the beach, I and Raashi decided to go back home.  It was about 11am and while returning home, Raashi suggested lets go for a movie, I agreed.  As I was suggesting which multiplex to go to, she said.

Raashi: Supriya want to try something wild?

Me: Wild? Like what?

Raashi:  There is single screen theater nearby, wanna go there?

Me:  Which one? Which movie is running there?

Raashi:  You know that theater, the one which is on the way to our house, that cheap, small old theater….

Me: What??? Are you nuts, Raashi? That’s such a shady movie hall and people visiting there are so down market…you wanna go there?

Raashi:  Yeah, lets try na once…

Me:  You been there before?

Raashi:  Never, but I always wanted to…

Me:  But why???  Which movie is running there?

Raashi: Don’t know….some B-grade Bhojpuri movie I think….

Me:  Bhojpuri??? Those movies are so cheap and raunchy and those kinds of people only watch them….

Raashi:  I know…. let’s try na once please…. maybe we will like it…

I reluctantly agreed, and we both reached the movie theater.  It was an old theater with lots of huge posters of women in sexy revealing clothes posing and dancing and double meaning movie titles.  There was a huge crowd at the ticket counter and outside the theater.  Most of the people were from the lower class of the society and there were hardly any women, there were a couple of them but they were with their family.  Here we were 2 pretty young girls waiting outside for the theater to open. 

Me:  wow, so many people watch this kind of seedy films?

Raashi: Yeah…

Me:  Everyone is staring at us…

Raashi:  yeah, don’t know about you but I am kind of enjoying being the center of attraction…

Me:  To be honest, even I am enjoying it.  Everyone is watching us, even the older men…

Raashi: hmmm exciting na…

Me:  I think they must me fantasizing us in those outfits those Bhojpuri actresses were wearing in those posters…

Raashi:  yeahhh you can see the hunger and lust in their eyes…

Me: This is so exciting and naughty….

The crowd was getting bigger and most men were eyeing us and passing comments amongst themselves.  It made me feel more naughty and special. The posters of scantily dressed girls were adding to the naughtiness.  I realized that unconsciously while walking I was swaying my hips a bit extra.

We both reached inside the theater and sat in our seats.  A dirty and ugly looking young man was seated next to Raashi, looked like a construction worker.  And 2 older men was seated next to me.  The one seated beside me was dark, bald, unshaven grey beard with a big paunch, wearing a kurta & dhoti. And the man next to him was even darker with grey hair and huge white moustache and he was wearing a shirt and pyjama. For some strange reason I was feeling excited instead of feeling repulsed. 

The lights of the theater went off and the movie started.  From the very beginning of the film, it was obvious that it was B Grade film.  The actress wore very revealing clothes and the camera was always focused on her huge cleavage or bare navel or body.  Very soon the first raunchy song started, the heroine dancing raunchily with the hero to some really double meaning song.  And honestly I was getting turned on by the open raunchiness and cheapness of the dance, I was even thinking how it would feel to wear such revealing clothes and dance.  Suddenly I felt the elbow of man sitting next to me on my arm which was on the armrest.  It sent shivers and current in my body.  The man next to me slowly started moving his elbow on my upper arm.  I didn’t react or stop him as I was enjoying his touch especially when a raunchy and sexy song was running on the screen.  The song got over but the rubbing of the elbow continued.  Slowly he moved his elbow from my upper arms to the side of my boobs.  I was wearing a salwar kameez that day.  The first touch on my breasts sent a 440 volt current in my body and a tingle started in my pussy.  I wanted to tell Raashi about the actions of that man, but when I turned to my right, I was shocked to find Raashi smooching the man next to her.  That ugly construction worker was squeezing Raashi’s boobs.  This sight aroused me even more. I tried watching the film, but my concentration was on that man’s elbow.  He slowly started pressing my boobs with his elbow and I closed my eyes with pleasure.  First time a man has touched my breasts and it was in a seedy movie theater by an ugly old man.  I let out a small moan of pleasure which encouraged that man, he slowly replaced his elbow with his palms.  Softly cupping my left boob, sending waves of pleasure in my body.  He moved his right hand around my shoulders and pulled me a little closer to him, while his left arm was softly pressing my boob. My eyes still closed, I rested my head on his shoulder, our bodies almost touching each other.  I almost melted into his strong arms.  He moved his left palm from my boobs and started caressing my cheeks and slowly turned my face close to his.  Our lips very close to each other, I slowly opened my eyes and saw him looking at my face.  Strangely at that time I didn’t find him ugly or old, I found myself admiring him. He softly moved his lips and kissed me on my forehead, then my nose and cheeks, before placing his lips on my quivering lips. My first kiss.  I kissed him back as he pulled me closer and his left hand back on my boobs, squeezing them with more force now.  My lips parted and so did his and tongues met.  The passionate kiss seemed to last forever and his palms felt so nice on my boobs.  Suddenly the lights of the theater were being switched on as it was time for the interval of the film. I quickly moved back to my seat and adjusting my dupatta.  I glanced at Raashi and she was doing the same.  We exchanged a knowing smile.  Our faces flushed with pleasure and excitement. 

With the lights on I looked at that man closely, found him smiling at me looked so adorable, I blushed.  He moved closer and whispered in my ear….

Man:  My name is Bheema.

Me:  (whispered back) I am Supriya

Bheema:  You are so beautiful.  You look like a sexy Bhojpuri heroine.

Me: (blushing) thank you Bheema ji.

Bheema: (pointing at the seat next to him) Meet my friend Ramu

Me:  Namaste Ramu ji

Ramu: Namaste sexy Supriya. 

I looked at Ramu closely; I didn’t find him bad looking at all, maybe because I was too sexually aroused.  At that moment they both looked the most handsome men in the world.

Bheema:  Supriya, I have a small request.  Can we change our seats? Would be okay if you move in between us?

Me:  (blushing) okay Bheema ji (I whispered back)

I turned to Raashi who was chatting with the man next to her seat holding each others hands like 2 lovers.  I whispered in her ear that I am moving myself in between the men next to me.  She whispered back enjoy yourself and smiled.

As soon as the lights switched off for the film, Bheema quickly got up and I shifted to the seat he was sitting on and Bheema sat on my seat.  Ramu and Bheema moved close to me.  Both of them slowly moved their palms on my boobs and started pressing them slowly.  I moved my face towards Ramu.  I moved close to huge moustache and place my lips on his. He started kissing me like a hungry man.  I loved his urgency and aggression. Bheema was mauling my boobs while Ramu was kissing me wildly.  Bheema slowly held my right hand and placed it on his huge erect cock over his dhoti.  Ramu did the same and placed my left hand on his cock over his pyjama. I started caressing both the cocks, feeling the hardness for 1st time.  Ramu moved his hand under my kameez and slowly unfastened my salwar.  He moved his hand inside my salwar and started rubbing my now wet pussy over my panties which was drenched with my love juices.  I parted my legs a bit more to allow more access to Ramu’s rough hand.  We were totally oblivious to the fact that we are in a crowded movie theater. Now the men changed turns, Ramu was squeezing my boobs and Bheema shoved his hand in my panty and was fingering me.  They had taken their cocks out and I was holding both and caressing them…..soon I climaxed twice and Bheema & Ramu both came in my hands.  I cleaned my hands and adjusted my dress quickly before the movie ended. While leaving Ramu whispered asking for my phone number and I whispered back my number which he saved on his cheap feature phone and me and Raashi quickly left the theater and headed home in an auto silently.  Both of us had a dreamy satisfied look in our eyes, thinking about the most memorable afternoon of our lives…. and fantasizing about what the future has in store for us…..

 

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Update 2

Supriya's POV continues....
I reached home, showered and took a small nap. I woke up in the evening and I was really in a happy mood. In the kitchen while helping mom in preparing dinner, mom asked me how come I was so cheerful and happy….I blushed thinking about the events in the afternoon, I just told mom that my classes were cancelled today so Raashi and I went for a movie. It was nice movie, maybe that’s why I am so happy. Mom just smiled as we quickly went thru the motions to prepare dinner. Once Dad returned back from work, we had dinner and watched some TV before I retired to my room. I changed and was lying in my bed thinking about Bheema & Ramu. Even the thought of them was arousing me. I closed my eyes, my one hand reached under my short nighty and inside my panties, slowly rubbing my pussy. I was kneading my breasts with my other hand. I started grinding my hips as I increased the pace of hands, moaning with pleasure imaginng myself in bed with Bheema & Ramu. It didn’t take me much time to reach an intense orgasm. Slowly I drifted off to sleep….
Next morning, mom tried waking me up but I mumbled in my sleep that I am not feeling too well and I won’t go to college today. I finally woke up at 10.30am. After freshening up I went to the kitchen for my morning coffee, mom asked me how am I feeling now. I replied I am okay now, just was a bit tired. I made my coffee and went to my room, as I was sitting on my study chair, I got a message from Raashi asking about me, I replied that I won’t be attending college today, taking a day off. As I was sipping my coffee I started thinking about the turn of events yesterday. I was feeling a little guilty and bad. Did I do the right thing? I could have any rich handsome stud with a snazzy bike as my boyfriend, but why did I do all those things with someone like Bheema & Ramu? Why was I so excited and aroused? It just didn’t make any sense why would I find dirty old men like Bheema & Ramu more desirable and exciting than boys of my age and social class. Feeling confused & guilty at the same time, I walked over to the small balcony attached to my room. I sipping my coffee and still trying to find some sense about my actions yesterday. From the balcony I saw Mrs. Anjali Khanna driving out in her scooty. She stopped at the main door of the building and was talking to our building handyman/sweeper. I couldn’t hear anything coz I was in the 4th floor. Anju aunty or Mrs. Anjali Khanna stayed in the 2nd floor of our building, her husband worked in a gulf country and she stayed alone. There were lot of rumours and whispers about her having loose morals. She was an attractive woman in her late 30s or early 40s. As I was watching her speak to Chandu, the building sweeper, I unconsciously started checking him out. I had never looked at him closely ever, never spoke to him but today for some reason I was looking at him in a different way. He was wearing an old lungi and vest, wellbuilt, he looked to be in his late 50s, balding grey hair, unshaved dirty look, lot of body hair mostly grey….i thought to my self, he looks so manly with his body hair….he may look ugly but he didn’t look so bad to me….I was watching Anju aunty and Chandu speaking to each other, a thought came into my mind, are they having a secret affair….the thought made me hot and excited and even a tinge of envy…I walked back into my room and was lyng on my bed feeling aroused thinking about Chandu. Just then my phone rang, it was Ramu. As soon as I saw his name flashing on my phone, I was super excited, quickly picked up the phone.
Me: Hello
Ramu: Hello my sexy Bhojpuri maal. How are you?
Me: I am fine Ramu ji. (blushing)
Ramu: I am thinking about you since yesterday evening.
Me: Really? (feeling happy)
Ramu: Yes, as I speak to you now, I am stroking my cock, its so hard thinking of you…..
Me: hmmm
Ramu: Lets meet again today?
Me: Okay, where is Bheema ji?
Ramu: oh, Bheema had to go out of town for some urgent work he will be back in a couple of weeks.
Me: I hope everything is fine.
Ramu: Oh yes, don’t worry, he has gone to his native place.
Me: Okay
Ramu: So where can we meet?
Me: I don’t know….
Ramu: Let me think….do you know that garden at the end of LT Road?
Me: Yes I think so….
Ramu: Great, let’s meet at 3pm?
Me: Okay I will meet you at the main gate of the garden at 3.
Ramu: Ok bye Supriya
Me: Bye Ramu ji
My entire body was tingling with excitent, my nipples hardening, my pussy wet in anticipation…. All the guilt which I felt some time back replaced with lust….I went to the kitchen and helped my mom in preparing lunch…After having our lunch I told mom that I am going to friends house in the afternoon. Mom said fine and told me to be back by evening. I quickly went to my room and showered. It was almost 2pm. I wore a skirt which reached just below my knees and top. Applied some light makeup and checked myself in the mirror. I looked quite nice, I was sure Ramu would like me. Suddenly something struck me, I removed my top and bra and wore just the top without my bra. I again looked myself in the mirror, I was pleased with how I looked but I could see my nipples, now hard with excitement, poking out of my top. I decided to wrap a stole. I left my home and caught an auto to the garden which was not very far from where I lived. The garden where he called me was notorious as a lover’s park. I never visited that garden before as only couples frequented that garden. I reached the garden and stopped the auto much before the garden. After paying the auto guy, I slowly walked towards the garden. Then I saw him waiting for me, he was wearing a dirty t-shirt and a pyjama. Though he was very dark in complexion with grey hair and a huge grey moustache, but that moment I found him very hot and desirable….we met at the main gate and exchanged pleasantaries before walking inside the garden. He put his rough dirty hand on my shoulders and guided me to the dark side of the garden which was covered with trees and thick bushes. I did notice a few young couples sitting together behind those bushes. My heart was beating heavily in anticipation. He took me to an isolated corner and we sat down behind a huge tree and facing the back wall of the garden. I was nervous but at the same time super aroused. We sitting with our backs on the tree very close to each other, his arm around my shoulder. We did some small talk first, basically introducing ourselves. He worked as a night watchman and he was 55 years old. His family lived in his village. As he was talking, I melted into his arms, hugging him, he moved his face close to mine and kissed me on my lips. I kissed him back. I could feel his thick moustache on my face which made me feel even more aroused. His bad breathe and paan stained saliva instead of disgusting me, actually excited me more. His hands were all over my body, I removed the stole which I was wearing and kept it aside. Ramu realized I was not wearing a bra when he cupping my boobs, which made him wild with lust. He was mauling my boobs and I was moaning with pleasure. He slowly pulled up my top exposing my young boobs. He moved down a bit and started sucking my boobs like a mad man. I was moaning and my arms were round his neck, urging him for more. When I opened my eyes, I realized there was a man sitting alone nearby behind those bushes, watching us. He was a frail looking old man in dirty torn clothes probably a beggar or a rag picker. Our eyes met, he quickly looked away. I moved my eyes to his hands and saw that he had taken out his cock out and was stroking it. What really amazed me was the size of the cock, it was huge. It was dark surrounded with a grey pubic hair and red head and he was furiously stroking his cock watching us. It made me very hot, I moved my hand on Ramu’s cock, unfastened his pyjama and pulled out his cock out. Though Ramu’s cock looked big but it was much smaller than the monster cock that beggar had. As Ramu was kissing me, squeezing my boobs, I was stroking his big hard dirty cock, while also watching what that beggar is doing. Ramu pulled up my skirt, exposing my very fair legs, he was forcefully trying to pull down my panty, I lifted my hips up a bit letting slide down my wet panties. I saw the a sparkle in the beggar’s eyes as he could see my bare shaved pussy glistening with my love juices, Ramu caught hold of my head and pushed it down towards his cock. I understood what he wanted me to do. I took his hard cock in my hands, caressing it. Took my tongue out and started licking his dirty cock. It was the 1st time I was tasting a cock, who happened to be an old dirty man of low class. I opened my mouth and started to take his cock in my mouth, started sucking slowly. Ramu was moaning and his hand was on my pussy rubbing it. I was looking at that beggar’s cock while sucking Ramu’s cock. I could feel my orgasm building as Ramu was furiously rubbing my wet pussy till I let out a soft scream and came. Ramu’s hands wet with my juices. I continued sucking Ramu’s cock which was also close to cumming, and soon he too climaxed in my mouth. I quickly spit out the cum. The beggar also came and I watched his cum spraying from his monster cock to his hands and stomach. All these time Ramu was oblivious of the presence of the beggar who was watching out lovemaking. We relaxed for some time, slowly adjusted our clothes. Once our clothes were in order, we sat together kissing each other like old lovers. After some time we got up and started walking towards the main gate of the garden. I don’t know what got into me, I looked back at the beggar, our eyes met, I secretly gave him a smile. He smiled back at me. I felt so naughty and feminine at that time. I had satisfied 2 hot looking men at the same time. We walked out of the garden with Ramu’s arm around my shoulder, unaware of the stares we were getting from the onlookers watching a very beautiful young girl in the arms of a dirty looking old man. We were outside the garden, I saw 2 women chatting with each other on the other side of the road. One woman was sitting on her scooty and the other waman facing me while talking. She said something pointing at us and the woman on her scooty turned her face to see us. To my horror, that woman was Anju aunty. I swiftly removed Ramu’s arm from my shoulder and we walked away quickly. I turned back and saw Anju Aunty smiling at me……I said goodbye to Ramu and headed home in an auto….in the auto I was scared, thinking about my fate if Anju aunty reveals the dirty secret to my parents….
While Supriya is nervous and scared, hoping Anju aunty does not expose her dirty secret to her parents.

[sadlura]

Good story but do take it slow, have some build ups and erotic scenes.