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Ram saw his dad scoot his body under Kriti's. He can see him sucking her tits and he surmises, by the way she's moving, that his dad is also touching her clit. He was trying to be gentle with her ass, but now she's the one who's increased the pace and has him about to shoot his load. He's holding back, hoping to cum at the same time she does, but the friction in her tight ass is working against him as she keeps thrusting her ass back harder and harder. Feeling his balls tighten, Ram tenses his legs and yanks his sister's hips back, driving his cock into her up to his balls.. Erupting in short, convulsive spurts, he shoots his load deep inside her ass.

"Mmmmmmm!" Kriti's orgasm is shooting through her like a fucking earthquake. Her daddy pinched her clit, just as her brother shot his load in her ass and Cherry exploded into her mouth. She was gasping at the unexpected lightning bolt from her clit, just as Cherry started cumming and she almost choked. She jerked her head away, while continuing to pump his cock and then, recovered in time to swallow most of his cum. Her brother is still jerking against her ass and her daddy has slid his fingers in her pussy while he continues to suck her tits.

"Who's next?" asks Ram as he pulls his spent cock from his sister's ass. "I've got to go clean up," he says, heading to the bathroom.

"I am," Rajarao yells, crawling out from under Kriti's body.

Kriti is still on her hands and knees, trying to catch her breath from her intensive orgasm, when she feels her daddy pushing his hard cock into her asshole. She braces herself and his cock easily slips into her well-lubricated, pre-stretched hole. Kriti, totally spent from the non-stop sucking and fucking, lowers her head to the bed as her daddy starts pumping his cock in and out of her cum-filled ass.

Kriti's naive multiple cock fantasy has always been about the finale. She never really thought about the continuous fucking from different cocks, one after another. She's never experienced such an excruciating onslaught on her body before. As soon as one cock is pulled out another one takes its place. Her daddy's cock feels good sliding in and out of her ass, but she's too drained from the previous fuckings to respond very much. Her mouth tastes of cum, her thighs are sticky and her clit is sensitive; she feels like a giant cum receptacle.

Rajarao is enjoying himself a lot more than he thought he would. This young, uninhibited, hottie is amazing. She's taken it in her mouth, her pussy and her ass without a single hesitation and her asshole feels so good right now, his balls are building to another major climax. Leaning forward, he starts pounding faster into her puckered asshole.

When her daddy picks up the pace, Kriti reaches between her legs and runs her fingers up and down her soppy pussy lips. Her fingers settle on her engorged clit and she gently rubs back and forth to the rhythm of the cock in her ass. Feeling her pleasure building, she pushes her ass back to meet his strokes, while increasing the pressure on her tender clit.

"Ohhh Fuck!" Rajarao yells as the masked woman pushes back against him, driving his hard cock deeper inside her slippery asshole. Pumping wildly with long penetrating strokes, Rajarao finally slams deep inside her asshole, shooting his second load of cum and collapsing against her back.

"You okay?" Ram whispers next to her ear. Kriti nods her head. "You ready for the big finish?" Kriti nods again, not sure she really is. This is her fantasy, but she feels like she's been through a battle in the middle of a swamp. Sticky liquid is running out of her ass and pussy and she feels numb all over. "Rest a minute and we'll get started," Ram says, giving her a drink of water, while his dad cleans up his cock and takes time to recover. Ram has decided that Rajarao should be in her pussy, Cherry in her ass and he'll take her mouth. None of them are repeating positions.

"Okay, we're going to do this one on the floor," Ram announces after they've rested a few minutes. "You'll be on your back," he says, pointing to his dad. "And she'll straddle you with your cock in her pussy." Ram shows his dad where to lie on the floor. "You'll crouch behind her," he tells Cherry. "When she's ready, insert your cock in her ass. You guys will have to time your strokes so one is pulling out while the other is pushing in," Ram says as he leads Kriti over to where his dad is already lying on the floor. "When you two are in position and she's ready, she'll signal me that she's ready for my cock in her mouth."

"You're going to have to help him get hard again," Ram says to Kriti, helping her kneel between her daddy's legs and find his cock with her hands. "He was the last one to cum in you." Kriti lowers her head to her daddy's cock as Ram continues. "When he's ready, position yourself on his cock and we'll do the rest." Kriti licks up and down his shaft, flicking her tongue in all the sensitive places that she knows will get him ready, and then starts pumping her daddy's cock in and out of her mouth. Using her hand to tantalize his balls, she has his cock hard in no time.

Wow! Rajarao can't remember a time when he recovered so fast. The sight of his cock disappearing into the mask's opening, coupled with this young girl's excellent skills, has his cock stiffening rapidly. Pulling her mouth back to suck on just the head, she squeezes his cock rhythmically just under the cockhead, bringing it to full arousal hardness. Continuing to hold the cock with her hand, she positions it against her soggy pussy lips, and then drops down, fully imbedding it in her swampy hole.

"Ohhh!" Rajarao moans as she squeezes his cock with her pussy muscles. He is fully recovered and ready to start pumping in and out of her pussy as he feels her shifting her weight around on him.

Kriti wiggles her ass around, getting comfortable on her daddy's huge cock and then leans forward to allow easy access to her asshole. She's not sure whether Cherry or Ram is going to fuck her ass, but she hopes it's Cherry because of his size. Feeling pressure on her asshole, she leans down farther, dragging her hard nipples against her daddy's hairy chest. Relaxing as much as she can, she feels the cock slip past her sphincter and slide deeply into her cum filled ass. That's two.

 

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Cherry is trying to balance himself, crouched down, with his feet on either side off his future father-in-law's legs, With his hands on the mystery woman's stocking covered hips, he positions his stiff cock against her stretched out asshole and easily slips it into her back channel. He feels his cock rub up against Rajarao's fat cock on the other side of the thin membrane, separating the two holes. It feels weird to be rubbing his cock against another cock, even if it is inside a hot, young, slut like this.

"Aggghhhhh!" Kriti says, pointing to her open mouth. She's ready for the third cock. Ram steps forward, with his feet on either side of his dad's shoulders and using his hands to position her head, pushes his cock into her mouth.

"Okay," Ram says. "Let's see if we can get a rhythm going," He waits for his dad and Cherry to start moving, and then tries to pick up on their rhythm.

Oh fuck! This is just what she wanted! Kriti is in cock heaven. The constant barrage of cocks all evening has left her stretched-out, lubricated up, and well primed for this final multiple-cock onslaught. When she touched the hairy chest, of the man lying under her, she knew instantly where everyone was. Her daddy's and Cherry' cocks are gliding easily in and out of her pussy and ass, alternating strokes, like two pistons in a well-tuned engine. She's trying to concentrate on Ram's blowjob, but she can't focus. Right now, her mouth is just another hole being fucked.

Oh god! Her daddy is squeezing her tits; pinching and twisting her nipples. All the nerve endings in every pleasure center in her body are on overload! She can feel her orgasm building, but she can't pinpoint the source; it's like her whole body is building to one large orgasm. She wants to push back, to join the rhythm, but she can't. As one cock pulls out, the other one pushes in, which one does she push against? Ram's has his hands on the sides of the mask, holding her head as he pumps his hard cock into her mouth. She half-heartedly tries flicking her tongue against it, but her intense level of arousal has left her panting around the sides of his cock as it slides between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

Oh fuck! Oh fuck! All three cocks are pumping faster and faster. Her daddy is literally mauling her tits, squeezing, pinching and stretching her hard nipples. Her black world, inside the blindfold, only adds to her arousal as her body is besieged on all sides. The small tremors that have been ripping through her body all evening, are now almost constant. Her orgasm is building to an excruciating peak. Come on guys, fuck me harder! She grabs her brother's cock and pumps it frantically in and out of her mouth.

Cherry is surprised to find his release building so soon. He's already cum twice tonight; he should be lasting a lot longer. The sight of this sexy slut, viciously devouring Ram's cock, coupled with him pumping his cock in and out of her slick, snug asshole, have him ready to shoot another load. Her creamy white ass cheeks are so fucking round and smooth, they remind him of Kriti's lovely ass. Poor Kriti, she's out with her girlfriends, probably shoving bills in the jock of some male stripper. She's just teasing herself, while he's here with this amazing multiple cock slut!

Rajarao is frantically pumping his big cock in and out of this masked, mystery woman, rubbing up against Cherry' cock as they alternate strokes. She is so fucking hot, with the most luscious tits he's ever seen, except for maybe his daughter's. Pinching and pulling on her nipples, while the tension builds in his balls, he still can't believe his teenage son knows a woman like this. How the hell did he meet this woman, get involved with her sexually and then set up a foursome like this? Damn! He wasn't expecting anyone quite like this, that's for sure. And he can't remember the last time he came three times in rapid succession.

Ram is getting so fucking close. Kriti just grabbed his cock and started sucking the shit out of it! With one hand on his cock, the other hand on his balls, she's flicking her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. Oh fuck! He's ready to cum. He grabs the mask on either side of her head and jerkily starts shooting his load into her welcoming mouth.

"MMmmmmmph!" Kriti moans around Ram's cock as the assault on her pussy and ass continues. She feels Ram's balls tighten in her hand and she gives them a gentle squeeze as she slides her lips down his cock to the head. Pumping furiously, the first spurt of cum hits the roof of her mouth and she rapidly alternates swallowing and sucking, while he continues to shoot inside her mouth. When he is completely drained, she lets his cock drop from her mouth and leans forward, pushing her clit against her daddy's pelvic bone.

"Mmmmmmmm!" she moans as a lightning bolt of pleasure surges through her body. With her engorged clit now part of the action, her orgasm starts rumbling through her body like a runaway locomotive. Picking up steam, on a collision course with the two cocks pumping in and out of her ass and pussy, she holds her body still while her head and shoulders tremble. The thunderous explosion, mushrooming throughout the lower half of her body, nearly makes her see stars.

 

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"AHHHhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screams as the aftershocks continue to shake her body and the two cocks erupt in unison in her saturated, well-fucked holes. Cherry collapses on her back, panting, his cock still buried inside her snug little ass. This pushes Kriti down on her daddy's chest and she can feel his chest hair against her sensitive, taut nipples. Everyone is breathing hard and gasping for air.

Cherry is the first to move. Pulling his cock from her juicy ass, he runs his hand over her smooth ass cheeks. "You are just fucking amazing," he says, continuing to caress the smooth round curves of her beautiful white ass. "I hope it was everything you wanted." Lightly slapping her ass cheek, playfully. Kriti nods; at least she thinks she does. She is so fucking weak, she's not sure if her head moved or not.

Ram helps Kriti disengage herself from her daddy's thick cock, releasing a shower of juicy cream all over his thighs as she rolls over onto the floor. Rajarao leans up, still catching his breath. "That was unbelievable!" he whispers in her ear. "Thank you!" Getting up, he looks down at her lying spread-eagle, on her back, catching her breath. Her erect nipples, pointing up at the ceiling, are a bright pink contrast against her creamy, white tits. The body stocking around her pussy is soaking wet and her puffy, pink pussy lips continue to exude a steady flow of mixed juices, running down between her ass cheeks and pooling on the carpeting.

"Let's leave her alone, now," Ram says, herding his dad and Cherry into the other room. "Do you guys want to shower before you leave?" he asks, hoping they'll opt to clean up at home.

"Nah! We can do it at home," Cherry says, pulling on his underwear. "Ram, man, I've got to hand it to you!" Cherry says smiling. "She was everything you promised and then some!"

"Yeah, son," his dad says, clapping him on the back. "I don't know where you met her, or what your relationship is, but if I were you, I wouldn't do anything to fuck it up," he says, laughing.

"Do we really know her?" Cherry asks. "I don't think I know anyone like that?" Lowering his voice as he puts his shoes on. "Who is she?" he almost whispers.

"I can't tell you, but you have met her," Ram says cryptically.

"Is she a close friend?" his dad wants to know. "Will she be at the wedding?"

"Yes, she'll be at the wedding," Ram laughs. "But you probably won't recognize her and I'm not going to point her out to you, so enough already." He hasn't started getting dressed at all. "I'm going to stay here a while," he says. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"Thanks again, Ram," Cherry says as he and Rajarao leave, closing the door behind them.

Kriti is still on her back on the floor, when Ram goes back in the bedroom.

"Well," he says, kneeling down beside her and running his hand over her smooth, round tits.

"Help me get out of this fucking thing!" Kriti shouts. "I'm sweating like a pig!" Ram laughs as he releases the neck strap and pulls the mask over her head. Her face is glowing bright red, but her smile is unmistakable.

"Oh Ram!" Kriti says, hugging her brother. "Thank you! I never dreamed... I mean it was... it was more than... I don't know how to describe... Fuck! I almost passed out..."

"Shhh!" he says, taking her in his arms and holding her against him. "I think I get the idea." Ram leans back and releases the catch on the front of the body suit, slipping it off her shoulders. "A nice hot bath is what you need," Ram says, pulling the body suit over her tits and down to her waist.

"Yuck! A bath?" Kriti stares at him. "I don't think I want all this gunk, floating around in my bath," she says, dipping her fingers into her stretched-out pussy and pulling out a long, goopy string. "How about a shower first, until all this junk runs out of me," she suggests, lifting her hips so Ram can pull the body suit the rest of the way off. Tossing the body suit aside, Ram helps Kriti onto the bed and lies down next to her. Pulling her naked body against his, he rubs her back and strokes her damp hair.

"So, it was okay with you that it was Dad and Cherry?" Ram asks quietly. "I wasn't sure... at first I thought it would be wonderful for you... and then I wondered if you'd think I was trying to flaunt the fact that you were fucking them both... and, anyway... I just hoped it would be what you wanted."

"It was perfect!" Kriti says, snuggling up to her little brother. "At first, I was totally shocked and wondered what the fuck you were thinking," she says, rubbing her hand up and down his chest. "Then, it made perfect sense. The three people I love best helping make my fantasy come true," she says, kissing him.

"I love you, too, Sis," Ram says, zeroing in on the one thing he wanted to hear. "Do you want me to start your shower?" he asks, leaning up and letting Kriti roll on to her back.

"I don't think I can move," she says, smiling at him dreamily. "Would you mind if I didn't clean up, just yet?" She asks, with a mischievous look in her eye. "I kind of like the slutty feeling of sticky cum soaking my thighs and running down my ass," she says, pulling more goop from her pussy and smearing it around her pussy lips. Watching her, Ram's cock stiffens, bumping her leg.

"Ooo, you're just as much of a pervert as I am," Kriti teases. "You like watching me play with my soggy pussy, don't you?" Kriti asks, bringing her gooey fingers up to her lips and sucking them into her mouth.

"Oh god, Sis," Ram cries. "How can you put that stuff in your mouth?" he asks.

"What? Like you didn't all cum in my mouth already?" Kriti teases. "In fact, I think all three of you came in all my openings, didn't you?" she says, pushing her fingers back in her sopping pussy and offering her fingers to Ram. "Want some?" she asks.

"I'll pass, thanks," Ram answers, moving his head away. Ram may think licking her fingers is disgusting, but his cock is getting harder by the minute.

"Come on," Kriti pleads. "If you love me, you'd eat me right now," she says, lying back and spreading her legs, challenging him. "That would make this the absolute ultimate fantasy," she teases. "Three cocks and then my brother eating me to my final orgasm of the day." Kriti is teasing her brother, but her desire for him to eat her is real. After all those cocks pounding into her, she would love the feel of his soft tongue licking her puffed out pussy lips.

"You're gross," he laughs, looking for reassurance that she's kidding. Kriti moves her gooey fingers to her tit, smearing juice all around her hard nipple.

"Here," Kriti says, lifting her tit and pushing it toward him. "Just suck it off my nipple, Ram. It's got pussy juice on it," she reassures him. "It's not like it came out of my ass," she laughs.

Ram reluctantly leans his head down and sucks her hard nipple into his mouth, cleaning the juices off of it.

"That isn't so bad is it?" she teases, loving the sensation of his lips on her hard nipple. She should be totally satiated, but she wants her brother to eat her pussy and make love to her. She's going to have to take it slowly.

"You know, Ram, being blindfolded during it all was very erotic, but I really missed not seeing you guys pumping into me. I was tempted to pull the eye coverings off, but I was afraid they'd recognize my eyes."

"Your wish is my command!" Ram says, getting off the bed.

"You'll eat me?" Kriti sounds astonished.

"No, silly," Ram answers, walking towards the TV in the corner of the bedroom. "You want to see everybody fucking you at once?" he asks, pulling a video camera down from the top of the TV. "I hid this before anyone got here."

"You videoed it?" Kriti asks excitedly. "You actually recorded everything? You are so fucking bad! Can we watch it? Will it work on this TV?" Kriti asks.

"I'm sure it will," Ram says, plugging cords into the digital camcorder and connecting them to the TV.

"Do you really want to see this?" he asks, smiling at her.

"Oh fuck yes!" Kriti is propping up pillows against the headboard and leaning against them, so she can see the screen. "I can't believe you thought of this!" she says, amazed at how much planning her little brother put into this evening. Using the remote to put the TV in video mode, Ram pushes the button on the camcorder and an image of the room fills the screen.

"Fast forward," Kriti shouts. "Get to the part where you guys start fucking me!" she says. Ram cues up the disc to a point where she's still tied to the bed, and they're just starting to fuck her. Bringing Kriti a diet coke from the mini bar, he sits next to her, with his hand on her sticky thigh. As they watch the porn action on the screen, Ram lays his head against her sticky breast, while his fingers lazily smear the gooey substance around her pussy lips.

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Night of Error Part -10

Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus (CST), also known by its former name Victoria Terminus is a historical station in Mumbai. The CST in Mumbai is certainly one of the busiest stations in the world. There are 18 platforms at the station, seven for suburban trains and 11 long-distance ones, which connect Mumbai with the rest of India. On a single day, there are over 1,200 trains that pull in and out of this historic terminus.

The suburban railways are the busiest of them all. At peak times, there's a train coming in and leaving the platform every three minutes, and 30 seconds, and the commuters only have about 20 seconds or less to get on and off the trains. It isn't rare to see the trains, which have a capacity of around 1,000 people, accommodate five times the numbers.

The Terminus connects the city of Mumbai with hundreds of cities across India. In peak hours, trains enter and exit each platform every three minutes and thirty seconds.

Nayanthara and Viswanath reached the Terminus at around 3.00pm. It was their first visit to Mumbai as well as to CST Terminus. The Terminus was so overcrowded by people, and there were so many trains standing in the various platforms, they got confused to find their train. The guide in the station directed them to the platform where Delhi bound train was standing. They had tickets for First class Air conditioned compartment (First class AC Coach). Both of them entered to the cabin allotted to them. It had lockable doors from inside. The entire floor of the cabin was covered with Carpet.

There were four beds, stacked vertically in tiers. It consisted of 4 berths, two berths opposite. The beds were wider. The clean white bed Sheets, pillows, blankets, towels, and room freshener were also provided. It had better and cleaner bathrooms, plus shower cubicles.

They occupied their allotted berth. After sometimes, the heard the cracking of door of the cabin. A couple entered the cabin with their baggages, and occupied the opposite berth.

Ohhhh, my God, what's a beauty, Viswanath thought by looking at the woman. The couple was Bengali. The woman was stunningly beautiful. She must be around 35+ years. She had sharp features and big eyes. Her skin texture was amazing, so smooth skin. She had long open hairs falling on her waist. She had large wide, expressive eyes that can kill anybody.

Actually the women's eyes are so sensuous, deep and dark that it will keep everyone hooked to her. Her lustrous locks smelled of Mehendi (henna). Usually all the bong women look beautiful when clad in saree. But this woman was ultra modern. She was in Kurti paired with jeans. She looked like a college going girl, but she was married as evident from Sindoor which was applied on the parting of her hair. She had mangal sutra around her neck, a big bindi in forehead; her two petals of lips were smeared with red lipstick. Her well rounded boobs were prominently visible from the above of her kurti.

Over all, she was pretty, but she had a dominant perShriyaty. Her husband had a soft perShriyaty; he was taller, handsome, and fair. He must be around 45 years. He had grey hairs above the ears. He was a perfect gentle man.

She and her husband greeted Nayanthara and Viswanath with a smile.

Viswanath also smiled, and said, "Hiiiiiii...I am Viswanath, a business man from Dhanbad," then indicating Nayanthara, he said, "My wife Nayanthara."

The woman smiled, showing pearls of her white prominent teeth said, "I am Shriya Saran, Professor in English, and he is my husband Dr.Amit Bose. We are from Kolkata. As I understand, Dhanbad is also not far away from Kolkata, 4 hours journey by train, means you are nearer to us."

The conversation started amongst them. The Train also had moved. Shriya poured in tea from her flask, and offered them.

"We are going to Delhi to meet our eldest son Aditya who is a CA in a big Corporate House," said Nayanthara.

We are also going to meet our eldest daughter Nazriya Nazim, who is heading a foreign IT company," said Shriya.

"What's a surprise? I can't believe it. You look like a college going young girl. I wonder, how you are mother of such a big girl," asked Viswanath.

Shriya was feeling very shy and coyness like college going girl.

"Everybody says so and I feel proud of my wife that at this age, she has maintained her physical stature like a college girl," said Amit proudly.

"Shriya, what's your age?" asked Nayanthara.

With shyness, she replied, "I am 39 years. Ours is a love marriage so we got married early. At the age of 18 years, my daughter Nazriya Nazim was born then after 6 years my youngest son Debashish was born. Now he is 16 years, studying in junior college."

Then Viswanath said, "Ours is also similar case, we had a child marriage as per our old customs, she conceived Aditya when she was 14 years. Now Aditya is 26 years. We have also a youngest daughter of 20 years named Nivetha, who is studying in college."

"Ohh, my God!" exclaimed Shriya "Nayanthara, you don't look like mother of two. You have also maintained your physique, looking so young."

Ever body laughed.

"Let us say, both Viswanath and I are the luckiest persons in this world to have such young wives," said Amit.

Shriya opened the sweet packet, and distributed sweets to all.

Nayanthara and Viswanath thought what a nice couple they were. Similarly Amit and Shriya were also thinking that they never met such a lovable couple in their life.

Now, all of them became inseparable and bosom friends. They were sharing ever thing to each other.

Let us analyze the difference between these two couples.

The sexual life of Nayanthara and Viswanath was full satisfactory. They were trying to explore the zenith of erotic pleasure through their love, mutual understandings, trust, good faith, and freedom in ego complexities with each other.

On the other hand, Amit and Shriya was a strange couple. They had a very vibrant sexual life, sexually they were very much satisfied with each other but they were unfaithful to each other and the funniest thing is that each thinks other to be faithful to him/her.

Both were committing an act of Infidelity which was adultery. In their marital relationship, it was a violation of mutual trust but although they were committed as faithful wife and husband, they never repented their acts. They thought it as habits of pass time, merry making

Since both were financially independent and tendency to seek more sensation in their sexual live might induce them for a little adventure of unfaithfulness. Some psychologists have concluded their views that Couples who are more sexually satisfied in their marriages commit acts of infidelity at higher rates according to recent research. Social scientists are not sure why, but good sex in a relationship seems to result in some people searching for more good sex outside of that relationship. It's a confounding find.

Sexual satisfaction was positively associated with infidelity s past research that indicates people with higher sex drives may be more prone to cheating. People who are more satisfied with their sex are more likely to engage in infidelity.

Sometimes happy people who cheat say they feel like a teenager when they're sneaking around and having sex or an affair. It's exciting and forbidden, and they get a kick out of breaking the rules. It's like a 5-year-old sneaking a cookie that his mother said he couldn't have. The forbidden cookie just tastes extra sweet.

Most probably, Amit and Shriya belonged to this group of people. Amit was a reputed Gynecologist as well as a surgeon. Amit would fuck a lot of Nurses working in Hospital, and also some visiting female patients from rural areas outskirt of Kolkata in his Clinic as he was a Gynecologist as well as a surgeon. being a Gynecologist, he would touch different kinds of pussies, make them hot, and induced for a consensual sex.

Similarly, Shriya would always like to be fucked by the strangers outside.

This was the Metro culture.

Both Dr.Amit Bose and Prof.Shriya Saran were living in a posh locality of Kolkata Metro city. They were living in a 5 storey apartment in 2nd floor located at Park Street of Kolkata. The Apartment was named as "LOVE NEST", a romantic name itself.

The parents of both Amit and Shriya were in Govt, services of West Bengal Government, and staying in adjunct apartments. Both were bosom friends. So, naturally both the families had a close acquatancies. Both Amit and Shriya knew each other from the child hood, going to school together, and love blossomed between them from child hood. When they became adults, Amit did complete his Medical degree and Shriya was doing her MA in English.

Amit became a doctor and he proposed marriage to Shriya. Both their parents were retired and living in a small city named Midnapur. With the consent of their parents, they got married early.

Both of them shifted to "LOVE NEST". After Nazriya Nazim was born, Shriya resumed her studies, and completed her PhD in English Literature. Then she joined as a professor at Belgachia College in English Dept.

They had a great sex life. Amit would satisfy Shriya in lengthy foreplay, and prolonged fucking. He was fully satisfied with Shriya. But still he wanted fresh tight cunts, so he started seducing young nurses of hospital, and with some efforts, he started fucking them. Sometimes, he would seduce married female patients who were unhappy in sex with their husbands. But he was desperate to fuck a virgin college girl.

Similarly even after birth of Nazriya Nazim, Shriya felt that sex with her husband was satisfactory. Amit would come late in night from his clinic then he will fuck her whole night up to her contents till she reaches her orgasms many times. But still she craved for fucking by strangers whom she used to meet every day in metro trains.

They hired a baby sitter, a widow lady who would take care of Nazriya Nazim. They had a car but neither of them would prefer it due to heavy jammed traffic in Kolkata. Sixty percent of inhabitants of Kolkata prefer to go by metro underground trains, which is hassle free , speedy and very fast to reach the destination.

The Kolkata Metro is India's first underground Metro railway. It extends over a length of around 25 km, starting from Dum Dum near Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose Airport and ending at Kavi Subhash station at New Garia.

Shriya had a strong fascination of Metro trains. She would always prefer to go by metro trains only. Every day, she would board the Kolkata Metro from Park Street to Belgachia in after noon from where she would walk to the college. She would return by evening every day. The platform of metro and inside the metro trains is a different world. Kolkata metro was nothing short of a "foreign country" experience

The lovers loiter about in platforms for hours clinging their bodies together, sitting here and there in the benches. They are the oblivious lovebirds you find hidden behind the station pillars and in the vestibules. Shriya would watch them intently, feeling a pang of jealousy inside her. Due to frequent announcement of arrival of trains within minutes, Shriya would rush for escalators to go below down to board the train. Shriya would always wear saree.

Every day is an adventure.

The moment the metro doors will be opened, People would feel the rush of adrenaline, and come jostling for seats. In the process, they would stamp on everybody; Shriya would accidentally sit on other people's laps, and collide head on with people trying to get off the train.

In the process, she would feel that somebody had squeezed her boobs and she would also feel the hardness of people poked between her ass cracks above her saree.

Every 10 seconds, Shriya would adjust her saree and pallu to expose her cleavage to persons standing near her side. For attracting others, she would rearrange her bag, open its zip, then bring out a hanky from the deepest recesses of her purse, stylishly wipe off the beads of sweat, careful not to damage her makeup, drink some water. She would lure others with a smile. She was always enjoying the voyeurism and slightest molestation in her every day routine journey from home to college, and returning from college in evening. The most enjoyable part was evening when she returned to home.

She always liked to be molested by male passengers be it young man or old man, but she was allowing to some extent, up to the controlling line, beyond that, she would stare at the person, and would start firing, " You bastard,whats are you doing? Don't you have your Mom or sis at home?"

Once she would start screaming in a high tone, the culprit would slip away to escape from his humiliation.

Little did Shriya know that her little adventure of enjoyment would land her problem one day, and she would be addicted for sex by strangers in Metro trains. She never imagined that the slow likings of her voyeurism and molestation by male passengers would make her a sophisticated whore in Metro trains. It started few months back.

It was another hard day at college after taking 4/5 classes, Shriya left the college and, she stood on the platform of Metro station, waiting for the next Metro. It would be so relaxing to get home, and take a bath in cold water. Her baby daughter Nazriya Nazim must be waiting for her with the Baby sitter. Maybe she'd call Amit, and ask him to come home early, then she thought ...no... He must be busy with his patients. There were fried fishes in the refrigerator, maybe a fish curry and rice was all she'd need tonight.

Shriya felt the train arrive almost a minute before it actually pulled into the station, way before it could actually be heard in the tunnel. There was the faint rush of wind as the air in the tunnel was pushed by the train. The electric shriek followed soon afterwards as the conductor applied the brakes as the subway entered the station.

Shriya was jarred from her reverie by the hissing of the automatic doors opening. She looked inside the subway. As usual, it was jammed. Rush hour.

Shriya sighed as she waited for the passengers to exit before boarding the bogie nearest her. There was a throng of people, but Shriya had done this many times before.

Once inside, it was obvious that any seats that had been recently vacated had already been taken. Shriya sighed again as she made her way into the middle of the bogie.

She felt people behind her pushing a bit as more and more people entered the bogie. There was hardly any room to breathe. For a moment, Shriya felt her mind started to panic. Calm down, she told herself, forcing herself to take deep breaths. This was not a time to let her claustrophobia take over. Shriya felt her body start to relax as her deep breathing did its trick.

Soon, the doors hissed again and closed. With a sharp pulse, the train started to move. Shriya, along with all the other standing passengers, felt herself jerk from the motion of the bogie, her hand on the hand rail quickly straightening her body.

She looked up at her hand on the rail; her wristwatch showed her it was seven minutes after six, evening. She should be at her home station, Park Street in one hour.

It was more crowded than usual today, Shriya thought. The entire bogie seemed like every square inch was occupied by one or more persons. The people standing looked like a large box of crayons. Once again, her mind started to panic; once again, Shriya took deep breaths to keep her from yelling out.

She could feel the person behind her. His thigh felt like it was touching her ass. She'd always allow such intimate contact.

The train started to slow down. Shriya could only see blackness in the windows of the train; she knew they weren't approaching a station yet. It was probably one of the signal lights indicating another train may be up ahead. The person behind her moved forward as the train came to a stop. The contact with her ass continued.

With the train at a stop, Shriya's mind focused on the contact with the person behind her. It was almost as if...

 

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There was movement. Whatever was touching her ass moved slowly down, and then back up. Almost like a caress... as if it were...

That was no thigh! Whoever was behind her had his hand on her bottom! He was feeling her up!

This was not acceptable behavior in public, Shriya's mind screamed. Her body, however, froze. She couldn't make her body turn around. She knew that the person was crossing the line of control...what a time to go frozen, Shriya thought to herself. She tried to call out, but even her vocal cords were frozen!

The man's hand continued to caress her, apparently urged on by Shriya's lack of protest.

Shriya's mind had zeroed in on the location on her ass where he was touching her. She could feel the thumb and the rest of his fingers as two distinct touches, slowly getting closer, as if he was going to pinch her.

The train started to move again, and the man's hand moved as well, now making circular motions on her ass cheek, wider and wider circles. She could feel his fingers so distinctly that she realized he was touching her underneath her saree and petticoat... touching her panties directly.

Shriya wanted to move away from the hand, but her bodied disobeyed her. She was frozen like a statue, unable to escape the invading hand, or even to voice a complaint. She closed her eyes, and was surprised that she was able to do so. She quickly opened them again, not wanting to have them frozen shut.

There was another touch on her other ass cheek. There were now two hands caressing her, rubbing her cheeks in slow, lazy circles, moving together...

Shriya tried to force herself to take deep breaths, but once again, her body refused to obey. She was frozen and unable to defend herself.

There was another touch... this time from in front. Shriya was incredulous. There were now three hands touching her! That implied that more than one person was involved. Who was it that was touching her from the front?

The person immediately in front of her was turned away from her; she could only see the back of his head. He had one hand on the hand rail above him; she couldn't see where his other hand was.

The hand on her crotch was moving downward. As the fingers reached her pubic hair, Shriya's mind cringed. This was more than somebody playfully rubbing her ass. There was a person that was actually touching her pubic hair through her panties on a public train.

Shriya's mind was focused on the hand touching her in front, and it continued its slow descent. It started to make circular motions, like the hands behind her, moving inexorably downward.

The hand in front was now at the bottom of her public hair, he was touching her slit now! Oh, no! Was she wet?

A powerful volt of current was passing through her entire body. She could not resist herself.

She moaned in a low voice, "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh."

The circular motions started pushing harder as the hand continued its journey downward. Shriya wanted to close her eyes.

She had all but forgotten the hands behind her when she realized that they were now both situated at the waistband of her panties. Their fingers had slipped underneath slightly, and were now touching her right on her skin.

she became aware that the three hands that were touching her had moved as if directed. She felt the fingers of the hand that was on her slit start to pinch, and the two hands behind her slipped completely underneath the waistband. As if on cue, all three hands started a downward motion.

She was feeling ecstasy. This was her first experience with unknown people apart from her husband, and she did not want to lose this opportunity. Let them do whatever they wanted. Today she would allow everybody to do anything to her. She wanted to be like a cheap whore.

At first the hands lifted her saree, and petticoat simultaneously up to her waist.

Then the hands behind her were pulling down her panties, and were assisted by the hand that had been on her slit pinching the damp material downward. They were removing her panties!

Shriya's body still refused to move, allowing herself to be disrobed by at least two and possibly three strangers.

She felt the train stop again, and Shriya sensed that the train was approaching a stop.

Her panties were, by this time, nearly halfway off, the three hands working together as if this were a practiced maneuver. She felt a thumb touch the crack of her ass at it continued its journey downward.

The train stopped, and she heard the hiss as the doors opened. She felt movement in the bogie. She was still boxed in the middle of the bogie, the three hands continuing to remove her panties, which were now halfway down her thighs.

The hand that had been on the crotch of her panties must have let go of them, as she felt a pair of fingers return, touching the folds of her flesh at the entrance of her cunt without her panties "protecting" her.

Her panties were now lowered past her knees, and the two hands behind her moved back up to her ass.

The fingers on her slit had started a rubbing motion, and to Shriya's pleasure, she could feel that the fingers were getting plenty of lubrication from her.

Then Shriya realized that there were two more hands on her now, touching her stomach above the fold of saree where it was knotted. Then she felt that hands started unfold her complete saree from her body, and she was only left with petticoat only.

She felt that she was being stripped to naked before public, and a new sexual thrill, passion, and madness came to her whole body and mind. She forgot that she was a respectable professor, wife of a renowned Doctor.

No, she thought, she was a cheap whore in the train, let she be fucked by any passengers in train. Even if they would offer her money definitely she would accept.

Where were these hands coming from? She remembered that the person in front of her had one hand on the handrail; where were these new hands coming from?

She felt proud that now she was the centre of attractions. She could not see their faces as the electric bulb above was fused and there was complete darkness in that area.

One of the hands on her backside moved away,

but she felt the hand again, this time on the other side of her petticoat. It took a few seconds for it to register in her brain: whoever was behind her was now in the process of untying the knot of strings of her petticoat.

She felt the vibration as the petticoat was quickly pulled down, and the tension against her waist fell away. The hand that was rubbing her slit moved away for a second to allow the garment to fall down, but quickly returned to its spot.

She was now naked from the waist down on a completely full commuter train, getting fondled, and groped by two or more strangers!

Shriya realized that the train had stopped again.

One of the hands that were on her belly went away, and then she felt tugging on her blouse... somebody was unbuttoning it, from the bottom upward!

The fingers on her slit had now found her clitoris, and this caused just about all of Shriya's attention to be directed to that. Shriya realized that she was starting to breathe faster; she felt her love button being squeezed by a thumb and a forefinger.

She felt something at the entrance of her cunt, and realized that there were two more fingers there.

It couldn't possibly be from the same hand that was squeezing her clit. How many people were touching her? Shriya had, by this time, lost count.

She became aware of a loosening around her breasts, and realized that her blouse was off, and it and her bra were both now hanging free on her one arm that was still clutching the handrail. She was just about completely nude in a crowded subway.

There were hands on her breasts, tweaking her nipples, both of which were sticking out as far as they could go... hard as little rocks. There were fingers that were expertly fondling her clit, and at least two fingers pushing their way into her cunt. She must be surrounded by her molesters, but there was absolutely no way that anybody looking in her direction would miss the sight of her blouse and brassiere dangling from her arm.

She felt strange fingers on her fingers that were tightly clenched on the handrail. For some reason, her fingers gave way, and they opened.

Whoever it was that unclenched her fingers had moved her hand downward. She could feel her blouse and bra fall off her shoulders, rushing past her non-working hand.

 

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There were now lips upon hers, kissing her. She felt a tongue start to probe into her mouth.

And as if that weren't enough, the fingers on her clit had started her body on the certain path towards orgasm. Her hips were making involuntary motions helping to increase the pressure on the fingers on her clit.

She could not control herself, she moaned in a very low voice, "Ohhhhhh...Godddd...I am cominggggg...aaahhhhhh."

Her pussy juices gushed out from the inner core of her cunt and fell on the hands.

She felt the fingers within her cunt pull out. The person kissing her stopped. No! Wait! Don't leave, Shriya thought, hysterical.

The fingers on her clit never left, though. She knew that it would be less than a minute before the release that she sought would happen.

Suddenly, there was a finger thrust into her mouth. It touched her tongue, and she became aware of a salty taste, and quickly realized that she now had the fingers that had formerly been in her wet cunt in her mouth. Her mind reeled at the thought, but her body continued to thrust against the fingers on her clit.

Now, one of the hands from behind her had suddenly thrust an index finger into her ass, forcing her body to press even harder against the fingers that were caressing her clit. The total effect pushed her over the edge... she was starting again to orgasm.

Her body started humping against the fingers against her clit, with the result that the finger invading her ass was moving in and out with each thrust. Shriya had never had anything invade her anal pucker, but in her orgasm frazzled mind, the sensation was joined by the waves of excitement that were being generated by the fingers against her clit.

Shriya couldn't tell if she made any noise to announce her orgasm. She felt as if she was screaming, but she couldn't hear anything. She felt hands that were pushing her towards her left. Her body followed, and she soon fell into seat. There was an unoccupied seat, and she had just fallen into it. She wondered where she was, and what stop she was at (she just realized that the train had stopped once again). Did she miss her stop? She couldn't open her eyes to find out.

she felt somebody's hand took her hand, and unable to resist, her hand went along. Something warm was placed into her hand, and her fingers were made to wrap around it. She realized that she had some man's penis in her hand. The man pulled back and then moved forward, back and forth, her motionless hands masturbating the guy.

She felt something wet touch her forehead. She was disoriented at this, as she felt it move a little. It took her about five seconds to realize that another man was masturbating himself, his cock rubbing against her forehead and hair.

Shriya felt something at her pussy once again, and realized that as she fell into her seat, her legs were displayed wide apart. She didn't know how many guys she was flashing; her body continued to refuse to obey her mind's orders to move. The invader in her pussy pushed forward, and Shriya realized by its size that the new invader wasn't a finger this time: it was definitely a man's cock. A cock in her tight pussy.

The cock in her pussy pressed forward, and Shriya could feel it touch her membrane. The cock's forward motion stopped. Just then, the train moved forward, and the cock inside her pussy lurched forward as well, splitting through Shriya's pussy wall.

Her mouth must have opened, though, because all of a sudden, something large and warm entered her mouth. She knew without a doubt that it was yet another prick, and realized that both of her hands were now clenched around cocks.

How many penises did that make? One in her pussy, two in her hands, one in her mouth. That's four. Wait... there was still one on her forehead. Five! Five men were around her, fucking her--a new whore from today!--and making her masturbate them, making her suck them.

Without warning, the prick in her left hand erupted, sending warm fluid from the tip. The first shot hit her right breast--the one furthest from it. It shot out again, hitting her left breast this time.

Shriya was made aware that the cock on her forehead started to go off as well, shooting semen into her hair and on her brow. A second shot hit her right cheek.

The cock that shot off in her hand pulled away, emptying her hand. Shriya felt sticky fluid between her thumb and forefinger. Before she knew it, anther cock was put in her hand, and started quick back and forth movements, using the semen from the previous dick as a natural lubricant.

Shriya became aware that the cock in her pussy was positioned so that as it pulled away from Shriya's body, it pushed against her clit. This was starting a second orgasm. Shriya's mind was overwhelmed by these new experiences, and she almost blacked out.

Almost, but not quite. She was aware that the cock in her left hand had spewed it load, to be replaced by another. The one in her mouth was starting to flex, which Shriya had learned from the ones in her hand meant that it was ready to release its load as well.

 

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Shriya's own release had come, and her hips started thrusting against the cock that was still pounding into her pussy. The dick in her mouth started to shoot its contents, the first jet hitting the back of her throat, almost triggering her gag reflex. She continued sucking, not realizing that she was doing so, as it shot another couple of blasts into her mouth.

The penis that was pounding her pussy started shooting as well. She felt the jet of hot liquids filling her pussy and Shriya continued to thrust against it, her body still in the throes of her climax.

And she finally passed out. Again she came, now this time the lava inside her pussy was erupted in such a volume that her cunt started spraying cunt juices continuously and the seat had become wet and sticky with the mix of semen and her cunt juices.

She derived such a pleasure, such an ecstasy which never happened in her life and with much satisfaction her eyelids slowly dropped, and she was in zenith.

Shriya awoke, feeling quite sore and sweaty. At first, she had no idea where she was, but quickly realized from the orange seats around her that she was in the bogie. A quick glance around showed that she was alone in the subway bogie.

She realized that she was naked. Where were her clothes? Where was her purse? They didn't seem to be around anywhere.

She felt stickiness all over her body, and touched herself, feeling the coarse texture of dried semen. The events of her commute home came flooding back into her brain.

Then she found the heap of her clothes, her handbag carefully placed under the seat. She checked her wallet, keys to her apartment, everything was ok. She checked her wallet, ohhhh...God there was bundles of Notes, so much money, she could not count how much money contained. Thank you my dear strangers...I love you all.

Then she noticed 5-6 female passengers who were onlookers were sitting in the far corner of the bogie. All of them were staring at her in a bewildered and surprised manner.

Shriya felt the train slow down; she might be approaching a station. Which station? How long had she been sleeping? She looked on her wrist watch; it was 8.00 pm, so she was slept for 15 minutes.

She saw dried semen encrusting her arm, and she felt a little nauseous. The chlorine taste of old semen was still in her mouth. Immediately, she put on her clothes.

From window, she could see the letters in red light, Park Street, her destination station.

From that day Shriya had been converted in to a Metro whore.

It was important to stand close to the exit door as it was the most crowded spot. Within a minute or two, definitely someone would touch Shriya in darkness.

Last week was a full of fucking week. On Monday, she was returning in metro from her college.

It was about six 'o' cloak in the evening when she reached the Metro station and rush hour had just started. She began to walk around, and the men would follow close behind. She especially drew a crowd every time she rode up the escalators. You know what? All men were voyeurs, and they were really enjoying the show (so was she). She was getting more and more excited, and finally got up enough nerve to get on the subway packed full of commuters. But first she went into the ladies' room to remove her panties.

She waited for a nearly full train to arrive and got on. Intentionally, Shriya was standing close to exit door where there was too much crowd. It was a dim lit area of the train, virtually it was dark. She was standing over pushing, elbowing and squeezing of male persons' bodies. She was holding her hands on rails above for support.

Several men offered her their seats, but she wanted to ride standing up. The men sitting near her looked up her protruding buttocks above the saree, and erected boobs under bra visible from her transparent blouse as much as they could. It was fun watching them look away when she glanced their way, trying to hide the fact that they were enjoying the free show. Some of the men packed around her, and would lightly touch her legs and ass. One even reached up, and brushed her now hard nipple as he took a pen out of his vest pocket. After sometimes, the train was approaching Shyam Bazar stoppage. After the train stopped, the car ( Bogie) being boarded by a group of men, and was already very crowded. She positioned herself within this group, and rode standing up holding onto the handrail with one hand, and clutching her handbag in the other. When the train moved she 'accidentally' lost her balance, and fell into the man facing her. She placed her hand on his shoulder to brace herself, and he put one of his hands on her side to steady her.

She said, "Sorry."

The man replied with a smile, "It's OK Madam, my pleasure."

At the next stop, she did it again, and pressed her whole body against his. This time he put his arm around her, and held her close to him for a few seconds.

She said, "Sorry, I must be clumsy today."

He said, "Not a problem Madam, it must be my lucky day."

She could feel him pressing his pelvis against her, and his cock starting to get hard.

She couldn't believe she was having such an effect on this guy. She pushed away slightly, and he released her waist. She then dropped her handbag, and he immediately knelt down to pick it up. As he started to come back up, she lifted the front of her saree above her knees. He froze when he realized she was naked under her saree. He hesitated long enough for her to spread her legs a little and push her pussy towards his face.

As he stood up he ran his free hand up her entire leg, and onto her exposed pussy. She thanked him for getting her handbag and, he thanked her for the view. He still had his hand on her pussy as the train started to slow. He put his other hand under the back of her saree, and started to caress her baby soft ass as he began to finger her neatly trimmed pussy. She started to get nervous, and ran off as soon as the train stopped. As she worked her way to the door at least two more sets of hands grabbed her under her saree. She had to sit down for about ten minutes until her head stopped spinning. After the Train stopped, she got down. .

She decided to take one last trip back to Shyam Bazar, and be as bold as she could. Just after 5 minutes, the train reached, and she hopped in to the car. She positioned herself in front of a handsome, well-dressed man reading a newspaper near the back of the car. He didn't notice her at first, and just kept his face buried in the news. On a bumpy curve, she began to press up against his paper, and then fell into him. At first he looked up in anger, but he quickly smiled when he saw her. She apologized, and he started to go back to reading his paper. As he started to lift his paper back up, she leaned forward to make sure the bottom of her saree along with petticoat would get caught on the top of it. When he lifted the paper, up came the front of her saree. He couldn't see what he had done, but the guy sitting next to him whose eyes got as big as saucers. Soon, he noticed something was going on.

 

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He was now staring straight at her light brown bush. She let him have a good look before slowly running her hand down the front of her saree lifted along with petticoat. He looked up at her, and she gave him a little wink. He folded his paper in half, and held it up to block the view of the guy next to him, and the other people on the car. Now no one could see between him and her. She grabbed the bar over his head, and leaned toward him. He methodically began to run his free hand up and down her thighs, and then finally over and around her pussy. He placed the palm of his hand on the top of her pubic bone with his fingers on her stomach.

He then slowly inserted his thumb between her pouting pussy lips. He began to open, and close his hand, squeezing her pussy and messaging her clit.

It felt so good, and she was so wet from flashing all evening that it made a squishing sound. At the next stop, he removed his hand from her pulsating cunt, stood up and led her into the corner of the car. He stood with his back to the corner, and she stood facing him. He took her handbag and placed it on the seat next to them, and then placed her hand on the front of his pants. The car was still packed, and a wall of people surrounded them. She just stared into his piercing black eyes, and started to lower his zipper.

His warm smile told her to keep going. She reached into his boxer shorts, and found the wet sticky tip of his rock hard cock. She ran her hand around the tip of his meat for a few seconds, and then worked it out of his pants. Her concentration was broken for a moment as she felt someone else running his hands up and down her thighs from behind. It seemed she had another interested party. She turned around, grabbed the overhead bar with both of her hands, and positioned herself in front of his exposed hard rod. With her arms raised high in the air, she knew the bottom of her saree would be up past the top of her thighs. He worked his cock between her partially spread legs as he reached around her hips, and spread open her love hole.

He was just large enough for the head of his cock to reach her waiting pussy, but not long enough to fully penetrate her. She couldn't believe she was doing this. By now everyone around them knew what was going on, but she was too out of control to stop. She was acting like a bitch in heat. She wanted it now, and she didn't care who or how many were watching. He held one arm around her waist to keep her pressed against him, and cupped her dripping cunt with the other to hold is pumping cock tip in. Her saree was now up around her waist, and she could feel the car's cool air all over her naked ass, stomach and thighs. She stood up as straight as she could to keep him from fully entering her, because she wanted another man's cum invading her pussy as she was in safe period, there was no possibility of getting her pregnant.

Within moments, she felt the warm tingling feeling of an impending explosive orgasm building in her ravaged cunt. His cock head was working back and forth across her swollen clit, and the feel and pressure of his hand was driving her over the edge. She closed her eyes, and gave in to the most explosive orgasm she ever had. Her mouth opened, she began to moan as her leg muscles spas med uncontrollably. The guy sitting down really got into the act, and started to run his hand up and down her thighs again. Her knees were getting so weak she couldn't stand up straight any longer, and gave in to his thrusting member. He pulled her back into him, and thrust his manhood into her a good 3 to 4 inches. She was his and he knew it.

It only took a couple of stokes, before he fired his hot load into her waiting whore hole. She could feel every spurt of his hot cum as he fired into her with four deep pumps. He held her tight for a few seconds, and then gently released her from his grip. As his cock slipped out of her she opened her eyes and, became flushed with embarrassment when she saw all those people looking at her. The man sitting down reached for her pussy, but she slapped his hand, and quickly sat down into the corner of the car.

Her partner turned toward her as he placed his member back into his pants. He leaned down, and whispered in her ear that he will never forget her. She just looked down at the floor not saying a word. He got off at the next stop, and she had to ride for a few more minutes before she arrived at Girish Park. She knew everyone was still staring at her, and talking about the dirty thing she just did. She just sat there ashamed as his cum dripped out of her and onto the seat.

Next day, as usual she was returning to home in metro. It was evening, and the bogie was jam packed. She chose her safe place near exit door, which was dark place. Her one hand was holding the rails for support, and in another hand she was holding her hand bag. Due to raising of her supporting hand high above, automatically the saree covering her naval portion slipped away, and the pallu supporting her boobs area also slipped away.

Suddenly, she felt caressing on her naval area, and a face smelling her sweaty sleeve of her blouse in armpit portion as she raised her hands over the rails for support. She did not react anything. Then the hand rose above from her naval to boobs area, and slowly the man behind him was cupping her boobs.

Then the person's front portion touched her back side, near the ass crack. She felt the hardness. In the meantime, the person whispered on her shoulder," loosen your blouse and bra."

She unzipped her blouse and bra. Her two boobs were slightly came out, her blouse and straps of bra were hanging over her shoulder, but well covered under her pallu,not visible from outside. The person started squeezing the raw flesh of her boobs. He was tweaking the nipples in his fingers.

Then Shriya felt the hardness of the dick swaying over her buttocks area. The person took hold of Shriya's right hand backside, and placed it over his hard dick. Her hand was close to his penis. It required a lot of nerves, and one had to be very careful. Even after all these years, her heart started beating very fast every times somebody touched there. He was caressing and stroking the big dick.

The person then lifted her saree up to the knee, and pulled down the panties down below the buttocks area. She could feel the cold air in her pussy. Then she felt the knob of his penis in the entry of his pussy. Her pussy was wet. He pushed the penis which slid away in to her pussy. He was pushing his penis, and fucking her. After 5 minutes, there was an announcement of approaching next station named Shyam Bazar.

The person whispered, "My apartment is near Shyam Bazaar station, I am alone, we should get down if you prefer."

The person withdrew his cock. Shriya turned back behind to see the person, he was an old man. Both of them got down at Shyam bazaar station.

She followed the old man closely. They crossed the main road then from main road they diverted towards a narrow street. She was closely following the old man. They passed through the middle of a block giving access to the rear of Buildings. Then the old man reached at the end where a 5 storey apartment amongst the high rising big buildings stood. There was no streetlight at the entrance of the Apartment. He stopped for a moment then indicated Shriya to come close to him. Both of them entered in to a porch where a lot of cars and two wheelers were parked. In the side of the porch, there was an elevator, and just side of the elevator there was a staircase.

The old man whispered to Shriya, "I am staying in first floor so no need to use elevator."

Then they climbed up the first floor. The corridor was empty. They went past all the doors, and reached the last door of the corridor. The old man opened the room and ushered her quickly in to the room, switched on the light and locked the door from inside.

Now, Shriya could see the flat which was three bed rooms flat. She was standing in the Drawing room. She had a full view of the old man. He was tall, lean, fair and must be around 72 years. He had snowy hairs all over his head. His shrinkage face was clean shaved with white teeth. He was wearing Dhoti and Panjabi.

He led her to Bed room. It was a luxurious bed room with a double bed couch covered with purple velvet bed sheet with two big pillows placed on head portion, and two long thin pillows placed in either side of the couch. Shriya sat on the couch with her dropping eyes and a feign shyness.

The old man asked, "Are you a house wife? What's your name?"

She replied, "No, I am on a job and my name is Shriya."

The old man further asked, "Are you doing it for money?"

Shriya lied, "Uncle, I am on a very low **censored** job. My husband is away in Delhi. I have no kids. I want sexual enjoyment as well as some extra money."

The old man was very pleased and said, "I am Ashutosh Mukherjee, a retired Govt.employee, and a widower. My son and daughter in law have gone to Shimla to visit their son, I mean my grandson who is studying there. They will be back after 15 days. I am alone in the flat. You see! How boring is the life when you stay alone."

Then he said, "You are really very beautiful. You must be much younger than my daughter in law. Did you like my cock in train?"

With shyness, Shriya replied, "Yes uncle, it was very strong, long and thick. It is bigger than my husband's cock. My husband's cock would be around 60% of yours."

Ashutosh proudly laughed, and said, "You have only felt it in darkness. You have not seen it. Now I am going to show it, and poke it in your sweet cunt."

 

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He smiled, and came nearer to her, sat beside her, and his body touched her. Then he reached for her wrist, and pulled her to him. She was sitting close to him, and shivered involuntarily. He pulled her so that she would sit on the lap of him. He began stroking her arm in an absent sort of way sending down shivers down her spine. He pulled her pallu down to see her gorgeous erecting breasts, and she made no move to reclaim her pallu. Ashutosh Uncle emboldened by this, pulled her on his lap, and kissed her rosy lips. Shriya closed her eyes as for the first time an old man's lips closed on her, and his hands moved down to cup, and feel her firm ass cheeks.

After kissing her full mouths, and probed his tongue inside the mouth of her, he started sucking her tongue. Shriya also responded by sucking his tongue. Both of them tasted each other's saliva, there was an inter exchange of saliva transferring between two mouths.

Then Ashutosh picked Shriya in his arms, and carried her in to the middle of the bed. Shriya felt his hot breath on her face as he climbed on the bed, and kissed her again. This time his hands were busy deftly unhooking her blouse, and pushing it aside to reveal her bra. Then she felt his hands going on her back, and unhooking her bra too. She offered no resistance when both the garments were removed. Then Uncle squeezed her both boobs for some times, and sucked the puffy nipples alternatively. She felt a strange sensation in her nipples of hot sticky wetness of his tongue.

Shriya felt the warm lips of Uncle on her erected nipples, and she shivered and cried with hotness, "Uncleeeeeeee...ohhhhhhhh."

Then he moved down, kissing her flat tummy, her navel and licking it. She cried and pushed his head there.

Uncle's hands pulled her saree out of her petticoat at band, and removed the knot of her white petticoat too. The big cold hands of Ashutosh uncle was moving inside her saree, and slowly kneading and massaging her white thighs.

Shriya moaned, "Uncle, pleassseeee ...stoppppp...Ohhhhhhhh."

Uncle raised her saree and petticoat to her waist, and then said, "Shriya, please raise your buttocks."

She obliged, and then she felt the bands of her blue panties being pulled down by his strong hands.

Now, he also opened his dhoti, Panjabi and all underwear's. He was completely naked. He had a big cock of 9 inches which was throbbing up and down. Uncle pulled down the foreskin, and Shriya could see the big pink bulbous head.

Uncle smiled and kissed her lips again, and guided her hands on his big cock. Her timid fingers closed around a hard pulsating object about 9 inches long and sticky at the tip.

Uncle said, "This is my dick, Shriya, and now that is going to enter your sweet cunt".

Then he squeezed her pussy lips from outside with two fingers.

Shriya cried out, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She pushed his head between her heaving breasts.

Uncle raised her hips and inserted a pillow beneath her buttocks, and then spread her thighs. Shriya was feeling shy, and shame as she was lying like this with a man who was old enough to be her father, but now lust was overtaking all her nervousness. Uncle pushed her face in the pillow, and smothered her cunt lips as his dick pushed its way inside her cunt hole. She thought as if she was getting stabbed in her stomach.

She cried, "Uncle slow, I am feeling pain."

But there was no turning back, Uncle kept her face in the pillow till the time his dick had penetrated deeply inside her pussy.

"Now, my dick has gone deep inside your pussy. You will never feel pain." He was whispering while pushing with his hips and raising her to meet his thrust.

When he was fully in her, he lay still for a moment allowing her to get used to the monster in her pussy, and then started to move in a slow gentle rhythm. They were kissing a lot and Uncle's strong hands were kneading her breasts and hips alternately.

Shriya started to enjoy the way his cock was moving in her tight woman hood making it stretch like anything, and now she also responded by bucking her hunches allowing him deep access.

He asked, "Shriya, should I come inside?"

Shriya replied, "No problem Uncle, I am in safe period now."

Uncle started to fuck violently; he was giving stroke after stroke continuously for 5 minutes. His long dick was touching the inner core of her pussy, massaging between her velvet pussy wall deeper and deeper.

Shriya screamed in a high voice, "Uncleeeeee...come inside me...Ohhhhhhh."

She felt that her pussy juices were coming inside from her pussy hole, she started jolting her body violently.

"Uncle, I am comingggggg...aaahhhhhh," she cried with a sobs of ecstasy.

Feeling, Shriya's cum on his dick, his dick got more slippery, and Uncle could not control himself.

He cried in a high tone, "Babyyy, Ohhhhhhhhh, I am filling up your pussy with my cum...take it Shriya... take mine...ohhhhhhhhhh."

He spurted a heavy quantity of white hot liquid inside the pussy of Shriya. Her pussy was so filled up with the cum inside that it overflowed, and dripped out from her pussy hole, and fell on both of her thighs. They lay in that position for 10 minutes then Uncle withdrew his cock.

After wash and freshen up in bathroom, Shriya put on her all clothes. Uncle kissed her again in her lips. The old man was fully satisfied, and **censored** her Rs.2000/-. Shriya was a bit hesitant to accept the money, but then spontaneously she accepted the money.

Shriya put the money in her hand bag and said, "Thank you, Uncle."

Then she left the apartment.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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