Confession Of A Sextress Part – 7
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Fareeda narrates this part. * * * * * * * * * * While he is away, lemme write down something. This will one day become a part of his stories published. I know he will safeguard my identity. If I am to include all the sexual events or at least the most important cases, still my biography will be very long for him to bring to you. So, while he spends for me while I am here, I decided to narrate you the story myself. Anyway, let me begin. As you know I had to work far away from my home so there was no way I could afford a trip back and forth everyday from home to school. So I had to stay in the school quarters. At the end of the week I decided to go home. I did not think of telling my parents though. I got on the bus early in the morning as usual. When I got on, there was only one seat left and that was also between two sleeping guys. Well, since it was early in the morning, everyone was sleeping so that was normal. I paid the conductor and sat in that seat. I laid my head backwards and tried to sleep. Just as soon as the conductor was away and I leaned back on the seat, the guys on the sides of me, woke up and started confidently groping me all over my body, kissing me wherever my skin was exposed. I knew I was no longer the pure woman I was supposed to be but I tried to be as pious as possible and these two were running it. “What are you doing? Leave me alone!” I murmured as I repeatedly pushed their hands off of me. But there was no way my two hands overpower their four. Soon, they held my hands against the seat and kept molesting me using their other hands. They were native youngsters of this country who grow up hard working so there was no option for me but to keep watching what they were doing. That was somewhat enjoyable but I knew it was very wrong so I was looking at them with scare in my eyes. “Are you scared honey? Do not be. We will not harm you” one said as they chuckled. The one in my left hand side held my neck as the other one was still molesting me. He turned my face towards his, took his mouth close to me and started to kiss my lips. I tried to look away, but he forced my face towards him. I closed my eyes and kept my jaws shut, but he squeezed my neck so I gasped for air. I knew what he meant and I knew what to do. I opened my jaws and let him taste my mouth. He started tasting my mouth, Rubbing my neck up and down. I had my eyes tight shut. Soon, I felt the mouth of the other tasting my neck from his side. They were so greedy. Their actions were so professional but they behaved as if this was the first time they get to enjoy a woman. After some time, the other guy also started tasting my neck and as he was holding my neck, the other one was shutting my mouth tight. My hands were held against the seat and due to their rough and tight grip on my fingers, they were painting now. I did not complain. I did not thing they were ready to listen anyway. After a while, they left my mouth and neck and pulled apart my coat to expose my boobs covered by my sari jacket and bra only. I was even more scared. “What are you gonna do? No, please” I knew they were gonna provoke one of the most sensitive parts of my body. I pleaded them and even tried to struggle but they just tightened their grip of my fingers as a warning, not to interfere. They loosened their grips only after I calmed down again. After groping my boobs for a while over my dress and rubbing my naked belly, they pulled down my sari jacket and my bra off my shoulders, completely uncovering my boobs. Their fingers and palms were feeling my boobs and nipples all kinds of ways. I was now officially getting hot. I knew there was no going back now. I was biting my upper lip not to let my moaning escape me. I murmured, “Please let me cover my mouth. I can not hold moans” Surprisingly, they let me at once. As I covered my mouth with both my hands, then started tasting my boobs, sending currents throughout my upper body and making me shiver. I had my eyes tight shut. Their hands were roaming wherever possible on my skin and squeezing my thighs occasionally. They pulled up my sari off my legs to have access to my legs. I felt one hands on inside my pussy. As I opened my eyes and looked at them, the guy on my right who had done that, stopped tasting my nipple and said to the other one, “I feel no cherry. This woman is no Virgin” Then the other one said, “Heh heh! Today is our lucky day! Let us take her to our place and enjoy” “What are you…” That was all I could say. They both started tasting my boobs and feeling my lower body. The one on my left was squeezing my thighs, while the one on my right started playing with my clit, making it so gard for me to tolerate without making sounds. I bit my handbag leather tight and closed my eyes tight. I was shivering on the seat. After a while, the guy on my right turned my face towards me, covered my mouth with his and started licking my lips while the other one started finger fucking my pussy rapidly. Soon enough, he was doing it so fast and hard that I was trembling on the seat and my loud moans all ended up in the mouth of who was sucking my mouth. I tried to hold the hands of who was finger fucking me but he was too strong for me to stop. I had started sweating and when he took his hand away from my pussy, I felt my juice splashing outta my pussy and hitting against the front seat. My chest was going up and down with my heavy breaths. After I calmed down, the one who was finger fucking me, started tasting my mouth, to which I returned favor in kind, and the one who was doing that earlier, knelt in front of me and started tasting my pussy, which was not as outrageous as earlier. Not much later, the bus stopped for tea. * * * * * * * * * * Stay tuned to know what happened later.