A HONRY LADY ON A CROWDED BUS

I'm Debasmita, a 30-year-old married woman with a true story to tell. In a Kolkata Samoli transport, this incidence occurred. I wanted to share this story about an experience I had on a crowded Kolkata bus. That day, I looked hot in a sleeveless saree and backless boules. Our house was hosting a wedding, so I went shopping. It turned out to be late, and to make matters worse, it began to rain fiercely. I had no choice but to board the bus because no autowala was interested in travelling to my place. It was pouring heavily outside, which had resulted in complete darkness. As a result, the public could observe a lovely housewife's sexy physique.I was waiting for the bus and was nearly drenched, and my sari was now exposing my entire body to all onlookers. However, as soon as the bus arrived, it appeared that practically everyone in the city was taking the bus. I'd never traveled like this before, but I didn't have a choice today. My sari was crumpled and my hair was uncombed, so I appeared sleepy. The bus number I was seeking for finally arrived after a long wait.

But, even before it could come to a halt, a swarm of people rushed inside. To get inside, I had to dash. Someone pushed me inside the door, along with other others, while I stood in front. Regardless, a swarm of people pushed us inside. My major concern was that I was completely soaked. The bus was completely full in a matter of seconds. I had barely made it to the middle of the bus by the time it left for its destination.

There were no women in sight when I looked around. With one hand, I was gripping the handle above me, and with the other, I was gripping the seat handle. The bus was packed, the streets were bad and bumpy, and I was looking forward to getting home and off this bus as quickly as possible. As the bus sped across the slick roads, I took a look around. Almost everyone appeared to be exhausted and covered in water.

I, too, appeared to be sleeping, and my eyes appeared to close from time to time. My gaze landed on the folks who bound me as I was lost in thinking. I became aware of the man standing directly behind me. He was just behind my a$$ and trying to peer over my shoulder. But because I pretended as if my eyes were closed, my pallu had slipped over, exposing my blouse. And I had a good idea what this person was up to, what he was looking for. It would be quite humiliating. As a result, I stared helplessly at the man attempting to peer inside my blouse. This guy pretended to move with the bus's every movement and whenever.

When the bus passed over a bump or a ditch, he would take advantage of the chance to slam into me! Even though I was sleeping, I still reacted. As a result, I was enraged. I was about to put my ideas into action when something inside me told me to halt. I had no idea what it was, but an instinctual reaction caused me to come to a complete stop.

My pallu had fallen from my shoulder and was resting on my arms, revealing a large piece of my top. My large breasts crammed my shirt to the brim, and the man seemed to like what he was witnessing. The man seemed to grow braver after receiving no response from my slumber. Initially, he would only press during a bump or jerk of the bus. Even when the bus was on smoother roads, he continued to press against her.His groin was pressing into my back, which I could see. In the crowded bus, no one else seemed to see it. I saw the man's crotch was slowly moving up and down against my ass. So as not to be observed, it's done quietly. He took a quick glance around to see whether anyone was looking at him. I feigned to sleep as well, but kept one eye on him. The bus abruptly came to a complete stop.

It was the bus stop in Shaktigarh. Few people descended, but as more individuals entered, the situation became increasingly chaotic. People were yelling at each other, which I could hear. In the midst of the chaos, I noticed a bihari standing next to me. Then he moved directly in front of me, acting as though there was a push from the mob on the other end. And I was astonished when I awoke.

"why r u pushing," I screamed. "Sorry madam, bus stop mein aur log andar aaye, unhone dhaka diya mujhe," he explained. He apologized profusely in his response. "Thodi der ki baat hai, please adjust kar lijiye," I said calmly after hearing this man's regretful tone. The bus began to move. Because the seat handle was now out of reach, I drew up my pallu and gripped the handle above with both hands.I realized they were friends or at least knew each other because of the way the guy in front of me was looking at this hideous fellow behind me. Maybe it was all part of their plan. I was suddenly smack dab in the middle of them. But I didn't realize it or, at the very least, didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. The thief in the background was quick to figure out what was going on. His gyrations started. My wife's shoulder was also pretty close to his face. My blouse's back was also quite low cut, showing a lot of my skin. Because I was clutching the handle with both hands, it revealed my armpits through my sleeveless top.As he increased the speed of his gyrations, this must have had an exciting effect on the man. Even though I was sleeping, I still reacted. The man repositioned his head to the opposite side of my arms, and he was now sniffing my armpits! And it appeared like he was doing exactly that. The man in front of me began to gently and slowly press backward after smelling the perfume of my armpits. I was squeezed between the two of them. As he immediately put his hands on my ass, the man behind me must have been very aroused. He held it still for a time before moving his hands closer to my face.

Sleeping. Finally, his hand was on my blouse, and he was working carefully so that no one would notice. With one finger, he softly stroked her nipples over her top. He moved his hand over the exposed portion of my waist after about five minutes of this. He extended his hands farther down, till they were on the fold of my sari in her lower stomach, after lying still on my waist.I was obviously blind to everything. But then he pushed his hand into my sari, and I jumped out of my skin. I didn't even have time to register what was happening because this man shoved his hand deep inside my sari, all the way to my crotch, in one swift motion. I whispered, but I must have recognized that with this man's hand in my sari, I couldn't shout and attract attention. It would be just too humiliating.I tried to get free, but the man simply kept his hand inside. My face was contorted as a result of the effort I was exerting to free myself, as well as my rage. However, I had to be careful not to call attention to what was going on. I bought one of his hands and tried to take it out of my sari with my other hand.I continued to wiggle, but the man suddenly pushed me down hard, and I came to a halt. My eyes were tightly shut because I was in pain, and my hands held this man's hands fiercely. Despite the fact that I couldn't see the man's face, he could see mine. He began to move his hands in my sari after seeing my reaction. Up and down, or more accurately, in and out movement. Was it his hands on my vaginal area or maybe within my body? My cock began to twitch. I was being harassed on the bus, but I couldn't stop myself. My eyes were closed and my teeth were squeezed firmly for a few seconds.The man knelt over my shoulders, as though reaching down farther with his hands. As I strained miserably to release myself, his hands had a distinct in and out movement within my sari. My teeth were constantly clinched. This man had probably done this to several other ladies before since he knew how they would react. He must have understood from previous experience that once you get your hands on a woman's clothing, she will not make a scene or bring attention to you.So he had safely depended on it, and it appeared to be working with me as well. He took a step forward and put his other hand on my breast. And I was confident his fingers were deep within my vaginal cavity. Whenever I used all of my strength to remove his hand away from me, he would thrust it back in, freezing me, most likely in pain or shock.

Slowly, he increased the speed of his hand movement, leaving me powerless to resist. On the other hand, the man began to squeeze my breasts as well, making me feel dizzy. I let go of his hands since I couldn't even stand up straight. The two males on either side of them were staring at me, wide-eyed. They were keeping an eye on us, and the guy knew it. But I'm guessing he appreciated the attention.As though he was fucking me from behind, I moved his groin against my ass. I couldn't fight because I was too weak. My body was falling backwards on the man for support while she stood immobile. Apart from the two males next to him, the man looked around again to see whether anyone was observing. His head was still, but his hands were rapidly moving.Because of the turbulent bus ride and the fact that practically every other passenger was preoccupied, no one could tell. I almost reclined my head on his chest as the man moved his fingers in and out of my vagina. The man was now quite confident that I wouldn't scream or shout. He moved his other hand away from my blouse and toward my sari.He knelt down and took hold of the bottom half of my sari, carefully pulling it up to reveal my legs. He then pulled it up even higher, revealing my thigh for the first time. When I realized what was going on, I became concerned. But the man pressed his free hand into her boobs while holding the sari between her ass and his crotch. It was enough to make me shiver. I couldn't say or do anything because I was too frightened and tense.My sari appeared normal from above, but closer inspection revealed that it had been dragged up to my ass, exposing her thighs and even a portion of her buttocks. I couldn't fathom being on a bus semi-naked and being fingered by a stranger, especially an ugly unpleasant looking stranger. My hard-on was blazing. The man then deftly unbuttoned his pants and displayed his cock to the audience.His cock was enormous. He aimed it right at my arse. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I'm smack in the middle of the bus, so was he going to penetrate? As I faced the opposite side, I had no idea what to anticipate. He waited for the bus to pass over a large bump before doing anything else, not wanting to risk my reaction. He didn't have to wait long either.

While passing through a rough part on the road, the bus swayed from side to side. The man took advantage of the situation and feigned to fall over her, pushing his cock into my vaginal cavity in the process. It didn't go in the first time, but it freaked me out. My eyes widened, and the bus sped over another bump before I could say anything.The man feigned to fall on me once more, this time inside of me. What a sight to behold! In the middle of a crowded bus, he fucks me! I was completely taken aback. My mouth was only uttering muted cries. The tears had made my eyes watery. But the man was unconcerned, and he pushed harder to penetrate me even further.His cock entered entirely into my vagina when he was satisfied. Then he stood still, as if to see how I would respond. I was also still, tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn't possibly attract any attention from fellow passengers at this point. I was so vulnerable and powerless. He didn't seem rushed, knowing full well that I was completely under his control. He started squeezing his cock in and out. I tightened my teeth and closed my eyes once more.He was sliding deep in and out, but in a controlled manner with little ass movement to avoid drawing the attention of the man standing behind him. My lips parted after a minute or two of steady fucking. Her body had started to move, too, and it was moving to the beat of the man's body! He was trying to maintain a neutral expression so that if others saw him, they wouldn't be able to tell what he was thinking.It's still going on. But keeping a straight face was proving tough for me. My lips would part with each stroke of the man's cock, and I believe they were accompanied by small murmurs as well. I was having a lot of fun with my molestation. Soon after, the man was cumming. He tensed his body and began ejaculating his cum inside my vaginal opening!I believe the liquid in her womb caused her to wriggle even more. My pussy flopped out the man's lifeless cock. I could see his sperm dripping down my thighs from my pussy. He winked at the two guys who were watching him, satisfied.The guys grinned, and one of them murmured something into the ears of the guy who had just fucked me. He grinned and switched positions with the newcomer. Is it possible that the other guy will fuck me? I pondered. That is exactly what he did. I think I should've realized it was a new guy. Then something unexpected happened. The second person who was observing it grabbed my hand and guided it to his crotch.

He unbuttoned his slacks and slid my hand inside. I didn't need any convincing as I began fondling his cock while the other guy continued to fuck me. He came all over my hand after I masturbated him to his peak. And the man who was fucking me soon followed. He drew his dick and stomped on my arse. What a sight to behold. It was incredible. I'd been transformed into a horny slut by these guys.I wondered why they were pulling up their zips. But, despite the fact that he was looking away from me, I quickly saw that the man in front of me was fingering my pussy. For a time, he kept pointing his finger at me. My eyes were closed while fellow passengers continued to touch her pussy, and I was thoroughly enjoying the sensation on that crowded bus where so many noises prevented my groans from becoming louder.I put on an obscene performance for about 15 minutes while the boys looked on in admiration. Her body was nearly dancing on the man in front of me's fingers. I went into spasms all of a sudden. I was having an orgasm right in front of my other passengers' ardent gazes. My orgasm was intense. I tucked my face into the shoulders of the man in front of me, trying not to let out a loud moan.

My entire body seemed to be pressed against the man who was masturbating me. I started rubbing my crotch on his fingers and his body furiously. I was quickly brought back to reality. I could see that I was embarrassed. I couldn't get her to look at me or raise her head. Fortunately, I didn't have to suffer for long. My bus arrived in less than 10 minutes. There were a few people that went down there. Fortunately, none of them were those individuals. I was able to descend. I walked up to where the bus was leaving. I want to have the same kind of sex after a week. As a result, I boarded the same bus at the same time.