Army Jawan’s Wife Part II: Jealousy

 

Word Count: 34,222

Title: Army Jawan’s Wife Part II- Jealousy

Author: Novelist Casanova

Army Jawan’s Wife Part II: Jealousy 

It has been a year since the Army Guy married me, and moved to Hyderabad Army Quarters as he got posted in Hyderabad.  In the Evenings I started teaching Baratnayatam to the girls in the Military Quarters, and some of their brothers used to accompany them and used to sit in the corner and watch them practise.  My parents visited us only once and never came back to our Army Quarters, because my husband, the Army man, started going after my mom from the day she arrived at our Quarters.  He was kissing my mom’s lips right in front of my dad, and keeping my future in mind, my dad was turning aside and letting the Army guy kiss my mom’s lips.  One day when my mom and dad were in the Pooja room and offering Pooja, the army jawan came out of the shower and entered the Pooja Room and joined us in the Pooja.  While we were offering Pooja, closing our eyes, the army jawan started kissing my mom’s lips, “mmmmm.. Ram, not in the Pooja Room, please,” my mom exclaimed and pulled her lips off my husband, the army jawan’s lips.  “This is Ridiculous,” my dad, who couldn’t control his temper, exclaimed.  “Ridiculous?! You want me to send your daughter to your house permanently?” the army jawan said in an angry tone and started leaving the Pooja room in anger.  “Subbu, what is this? You want your son-in-law to send Meena back to our house in the village, just like our first daughter’s husband impregnated her and abandoned her and sent her back to our house?  Already people are laughing at us for what happened to our first daughter, and now you want your son-in-law to send our second daughter back to our house?!” my mom exclaimed, in an angry tone and left the pooja room.

As I followed my mom, she went straight to my husband, the army jawan who was standing in the Balcony and was complaining about my dad to our neighbour Chandru, a fellow army jawan to my husband, who was standing in his Balcony which was just around 10 feet away from us.  Totally ignoring Chandru, my mom started apologising to my dad’s anger, and started wrapping her arms around my husband, the army jawan’s neck and began kissing his lips.  Chandru was shocked and got turned on watching my mom kissing my husband, the army jawan’s lips.  Looking at Chandru getting jealous, my husband, the army jawan, winked at Chandru and began kissing my mom’s lips back, placing his hands over my mom’s ass cheeks over her saree.  Chandru started getting so turned on that he couldn’t prevent himself from pulling his cock out of his Lungi and began jerking off watching my husband, the army jawan kissing my mom’s lips and getting his lips kissed back by my mom.  For a moment I couldn’t prevent myself from admiring Chandru’s cock which was nice and clean, happily suckable.  The moment my mom started breaking the kiss, “I am sorry for husband’s behaviour, Ram,” she said apologetically and hugged my husband, the army jawan tight with her arms around his neck, and my husband, the army jawan hugged my mom tight, Chandru started cuming all over his Balcony.

From that day on, Chandru started seeing my husband, the army jawan as his Hero, and began openly telling my husband about how jealous he was of him, which was making my husband, the army jawan, so proud of himself.  To make Chandru get more jealous of him, my husband, the army jawan used to remove my mom’s saree and take her to the Balcony only in her blouse and petticoat and enjoy kissing my mom’s lips and feeling her ass cheeks over her petticoat with not panties inside and feeling her boobs over her blouse with not bra inside.  Though Chandru was enjoying the show my husband, the army jawan was showing, kissing and fondling my mom, and stroking his beautiful and nice suckable cock, he was totally feeling jealous of my husband, the army jawan.  When my mom and dad had went to Temple, my husband, the army jawan and Chandru were talking to each other from their respective balconies and Chandru was telling him how lucky my husband, the army jawan was to enjoy my beautiful mom and how lucky my husband, the army jawan was to marry me and enjoy me, my husband started feeling proud of himself, but I started feeling sorry for Chandru.  Chandru was the kind of handsome guy I wanted to marry; Chandru’s cock was the kind of a cock which I always fantasised about tasting, sucking, and having inside me, but unfortunately he is married to a fat bitch who keeps controlling him all the time, yells at him if he tries to talk to me or even if smiles back at me when I smile at him.  Clearly a handsome guy like Chandru deserved a nice girl such as me and a nice pussy such as mine.  If his wife had not gone to her native now, she wouldn’t have let Chandru stand there in the Balcony and enjoy my husband romance my mom nicely and happily jerk his beautiful cock off.

My husband, the army jawan who has been sending my dad out to buy something and enjoying making love to my house all over the house, even in front of me, to make Chandru more jealous, one day went one step ahead, and sent my dad to buy something, removed my mom’s red saree and took her to the Balcony and sat on the chair with his erect cock and lifted my mom’s red petticoat and make her sit on his cock and began making love to my mom grabbing her boobs over her red blouse.  The way my husband, the army jawan, was enjoying making love to my mom, and the way my mom was cooperating with my husband, the army jawan, ignoring the fact that he was ugly, just like my husband thought, started making Chandru more jealous of my husband which excited my husband and made him cum inside my mom’s pussy really quick.  By the moment my husband, the army jawan shot his load inside my mom’s pussy, my dad who had went our returned home and watched my mom get off my husband, the army jawan’s cock, pulling her red petticoat down and walk inside the living room with difficulty, my dad felt sorry for my mom and hugged my mom and started crying.

Though my dad was proud of my mom that she was sacrificing so much for their daughters, his male ego was not letting him share his wife with another man, especially his son-in-law.  Lying to my husband, the army jawan, that our Cows had given birth to calves and they had to go back to the village early, my dad took my mom to our village.  Not before letting my husband, the army jawan, kiss my mom’s lips nicely in the train before sending them off.  As we entered the train before leaving to send my dad and mom off, my husband, the army jawan, was hugging my mom and kissing her lips nicely.  Realising that my husband, the army jawan, is not going to kiss my mom’s lips for a long long time, my dad was happily letting my husband, the army jawan kiss my mom’s lips all he wanted.  Meanwhile there was a guy at the door, smoking beedi and watching my husband kissing my mom’s lips nicely.  “Take care of Meena, okay?” my mom said, pausing the kiss, and continued kissing my husband, the army jawan’s lips.  “You are giving me so much happiness, in return don’t you think I should keep your daughter happy?” he said, breaking the kiss and smiling at my mom.  “Thank you,” my mom said and smiled at him and came to me and hugged me, and took me away from my dad and my husband, the army jawan, “Your neighbour Chandru is cute isn’t he?” my mom whispered into my ear, as my dad and my husband, the army jawan, started talking to each other about my elder sister.  “Mom, what are you talking about?” I said with a smile.  “Just saying he is cute,” my mom said, winking at me, hinting something which was in my mind already.

That’s when the train started to move and people started rushing inside, “Meena, let's go, the train is moving,” as my husband said and started moving towards the door against the people rushing to get inside, my husband had got down already and I somehow managed to get near the door, and as I was about to get down from the moving train, the guy who was watching my husband kissing my mom, smoking beedi, all of a sudden started blocking me from getting down, and the train started moving fast.  “Excuse me!” as I said in a loud tone, “Excused,” he said and let me get down.  As I was about to get down from the moving train, he pinched my waist hard and almost pushed me down.  I was in so much pain all over my waist area as the result of that bastard pinching my waist.  If my dad and mom were not in the train, and my husband was not there at the spot, I would have got back into the train and slippered that pervert in public.

This is not the first time some random pervert is perving on me.  Though many women who board trains in the 1980s get felt up every now and then by some random perverts, we usually choose to ignore them, because some of us enjoy ourselves if we were genuinely turned on; some of us ignore them so we that we don’t create a scene; but most of us ignore the perverts feeling us up for the only reason that our dads, our husbands, our brothers would hesitate to take us out to avoid the perverts in the trains and leave us at home and attend family events.  The same thing happened to us, when we went to attend a Family wedding in Chennai in a crowded train.  I was very little then, when my dad entered inside the crowded train making way for my wife and my elder sister, the perverts who were readily waiting to feel my young and tender sister up, readily started feeling my elder sister up completely.  As she struggled to get through them to reach my parents, the perverts were readily feeling her up nicely with her hands all over my elder sister’s boobs over her shirt, her ass over her skirt.  One pervert even inserted his hand under my elder sister’s skirt and began grabbing my elder sister’s ass cheeks over her panties.  There was one pervert who was pretending to get down from the train, started hugging my sister and carried her all the way towards the door feeling her boobs against her chest.  Though she tried to call my dad for help, her voice couldn’t reach my dad as the train was jam packed and noisy.  In the name of helping my sister get back to my dad, another pervert pulled her from the pervert who was hugging her and in the name of helping her go towards my dad, the pervert started hugging my sister’s waist from behind and began pushing her and taking her towards my dad.  For a moment she trusted him and let him hug her from behind and take her towards my dad, but the pervert showed his true colour when he inserted his hand inside my sister’s skirt from the front and inserted his hand inside my sister’s white colour panties and began rubbing her pussy.  

As my sister was about to scream, another pervert started holding my sister’s face and began kissing her lips, but she somehow managed to pull her lips off that pervert’s lips and screamed on top of her voice, making the pervert who was lifting her skirt and inserting his hand inside her white panties and playing with her pussy, take his hand off my sister’s white panties and get mixed up with the crowd and the other pervert who was kissing her lips left her and got mixed up in the crowd.  That was the last time my dad took her in the train, and every time we boarded the train, my dad used to leave my sister at home and travel, to avoid the perverts in the train.  The perverts in the 80s were the worst, they just loved women travelling in the crowded trains.  We were their only source of fun, entertainment, and almost free to use girlfriends during their long and exhausting train travel.  Though I used to hate these perverts, my Aunts used to enjoy themselves letting the perverts feel them up nicely in the moving train.  As I started to grow up, my dad’s younger sister, who looked extremely beautiful became my role model and wanted to be like her.  While travelling in the train with her, the perverts were quick to feel her up, and two perverts took her to the corner, and they started kissing her lips one after the other and shockingly she was kissing their lips back and enjoying herself. Watching her enjoying herself, I started to get horny.  The next time I boarded the train with my dad, just like the perverts felt my sister up, they started feeling me up as well.  Though I was mentally prepared to enjoy myself just like my dad’s younger sister did, the perverts were too much for me to handle as they were feeling my boobs up over my shirt, some of them were squeezing my boobs a little too much.  One pervert got bold and started holding my face and began kissing my lips, just like my dad’s sister who was enjoying herself when she was getting kissed on her lips, I decided to enjoy myself and as I began letting him kiss my lips and started kissing his lips back, all of a sudden another pervert lifted my skirt from behind and started grabbing my panties and began pulling my panties down till my anklets and began digging his hand between my dry asscrack and insert his finger inside my tight asshole.  As I was about to scream out loud in pain, the pervert who was kissing my lips began kissing my lips hard making it hard to even scream.  The moment the pervert who was trying to insert his finger inside my tight asshole took his finger off my ass and inserted his finger inside my tight pussy, I pushed the pervert who was kissing my lips, and started to run away from them.  Since my panties were caught near my anklets, I lost balance and fell on the floor, but I quickly got up and lifted my panties and wore them properly and rushed towards my dad. Ever since that day I have been hating the perverts on the train, but somehow these perverts have been successful in having a piece of me, just like this pervert who just pinched my waist and pushed me out of the train while me and my husband were dropping my dad and mom off in the train.

Meanwhile, our neighbour Chandru and I began casually talking to each other from each other’s balcony every time my husband was out.  We both started developing a special liking towards each other, and he began sharing a lot of things with me, starting from sharing our Birthday Dates to other important things, especially about how his wife never respects him and treats him like trash.  I started feeling sorry for Chandru.  I could not believe that such a handsome guy like Chandru was being treated like trash by his fat and ugly wife.  “Chandru, don’t get me wrong on this; how did you end up marrying your ugly wife, I mean you are a good looking man, shouldn’t you have married to a good looking girl who loves you?” I asked.  “Meena, you are asking me the same question I wanted to ask you all this while.  How did you, such a gorgeous young girl like you, marry an ugly guy such as Ram?” Chandru said.  “I don’t know Chandru, I really don’t know,” I said.  “Same here, Meena.  I always wanted to marry a beautiful girl like you, but ended up marrying a Pig,” Chandru said and we both started laughing.  “Same here,” as I said, we both started laughing louder.

The next day, my husband and Chandru as usual started talking to each other from their respective balconies.  As I was in my yellow petticoat and wearing my yellow blouse over my white bra, getting ready to go to the Temple, I could hear Chandru telling my husband how jealous he was of him for marrying me, my husband was feeling so proud of himself and laughing.  “Wait a minute Chandru, let me see what my beautiful wife is doing inside and come,” my husband said and came inside our bedroom and hugged me and carried me in my yellow blouse and yellow petticoat straight to the Balcony and began kissing my lips letting Chandru watch and get jealous of him, just like he used to make Chandru jealous kissing my mom without her saree and even making love to my mom.  Since Chandru and I had already become good friends, watching me without my saree he got horny.  Watching Chandru with my half closed eyes, pulling his cock out of his lungi and stroking his beautiful cock, I got horny and began teasing Chandru by taking my husband into complete embrace and kissing his lips in a sexy way, and moaning.  Chandru could not hold it any longer and the moment my husband went down kissing my neck, and I looked at Chandru with my half closed eyes and biting my lips, our eyes met and Chandru started cumming looking into my eyes.  

“Ram, Chandru is here,” I exclaimed pretending that I never noticed him and began pushing my husband and running inside.  The next day when my husband was out, “Meena..!  Meena..!!” Chandru started calling me from his Balcony.  I readily went to answer him, totally ignoring that I was only in my nightie with no bra or panties inside.  “Yes, Chandru,” I said standing in my Balcony and facing him.  “Meena, I am sorry about yesterday, I was shamelessly watching your husband romance you.  Feeling ashamed of myself,” Chandru said in an apologetic tone.  “Come on Chandru, you don’t have to be sorry about anything, it was all my husband’s mistake,” I said.  “But still Meena, I should have let him enjoy kissing your lips and went inside, but I, like a pervert, started admiring you in your blouse and petticoat and was shamelessly watching your lips get kissed,” Chandru said.  “I think I should apologise to you for coming out along with my husband without my saree, only in my blouse and petticoat,” I said.  “That’s fine Meena, you don’t have to apologise for coming out in your blouse and petticoat.  You looked decent in your blouse and petticoat,” Chandru said.  “But still the petticoat is an undergarment, Chandru, and it's not decent enough,” I said.  “Not decent enough if you had not worn your bra and panties inside your blouse and petticoat, Meena, but I noticed you had worn your white bra underneath your blouse, because of the bra strap cropping out of your yellow blouse, while your hugging my hugging your and kissing your lips,” as he was saying I started getting horny, but I was blushing.  “Meena!” Chandru called.  “Hmmm?!” as I exclaimed, “were you wearing your panties inside your yellow petticoat yesterday? I am asking you this just to make sure you were decent enough,” he whispered.  “Yeah, Chandru,” I whispered and was blushing.  Chandru, whom I always felt I should have married, and whose cock I have been fantasising about kissing, tasting, and sucking, asking me about my panties turned me on completely.  Since I was not wearing my bra and panties inside my nightie, I would feel my juice dripping all over my pussy and inner thighs.  “You always wear your bra and panties at home, Meena?” he whispered.  “Sometimes, but not all the time, Chandru,” I whispered, with my head down in shyness, but I was totally horny.  “Meena?!” Chandru called.  “Haan?!” as I exclaimed and looked at him.  “Are you wearing your bra inside your nightie now, Meena?” Chandru whispered.  “No,” I nodded, biting my lips and putting my head down in shyness.  “Wow..!” he exclaimed.  “And, are you wearing your panties inside your nightie, Meena?” he whispered.  “No,” I nodded, putting my head down in shyness.  “Wow.. Meena!  I could feel your nakedness underneath that nightie of yours, and all I can say now is that your husband is lucky, very lucky,” Chandru said, in a horny tone.

I was so horny as well, “thanks Chandru, and your wife is lucky as well,” I said in a horny tone.  “Thanks Meena, but she controls me all the time,” he said.  “I know, Chandru, handsome guys like you should be treated like Kings by their wives.  If you were my husband, I would have treated you like a King,” I said in a horny tone.  “If I was your husband, would you have allowed me to kiss your beautiful lips, Meena?” Chandru asked.  “Of course.  If you were my husband I would have offered myself completely to you, Chandru,” I whispered.  “Being your husband for one day is better than living for a hundred years with my wife, Meena,” Chandru whispered in a horny tone.  “Thanks Chandru,” I whispered back in a horny tone.  “Meena, will you be my wife for one day?  You can say NO,” he whispered in a horny tone.  “Chandru, I am married to Ram,” I whispered in a horny tone.  “I know, Meena, but I am just sharing my feeling for you,” he whispered in a horny tone desperate to please me and have me.  “I am glad that you are sharing your feelings for me, Chandru, but I don’t know what to say,” I whispered.  “Just say YES.  Please,” Chandru almost begged me.  Though I wanted to say YES right away, to tease him a bit, “I need some time to think, Chandru,” I whispered.  “Take your own time, Meena.  But please consider my request,” Chandru said in a desperate but soft tone.  “I will Chandru, don’t worry,” I whispered, giving him hope.  “Thank you, Meena, thank you so much,” Chandru whispered.  “Don’t thank me Chandru, I have not decided yet,” I whispered with a smile.  He smiled back at me, and looking at me in my nightie, “are you sure you are not wearing your bra and panties inside?” he asked casually with a smile.  “Yeah, why?” I asked with a smile.  “Knowing that you are not wearing your bra and panties inside your nightie and talking to me makes me horny, Meena,” Chandru whispered with a naughty smile.  “You are crazy, Chandru,” I said with a smile and came inside, teasing him.  “Meena, wait, don’t Go,” Chandru called, but I laughed loudly so he could hear and went inside my bedroom.  “Meena… Meena… Meena….” Chandru kept on calling.  As I went to the Balcony, “Yes, Chandru” I said smiling at Chandru, as I was horny seeing Chandru again.  “Catch this,” he said and threw a plastic bag which had a Red Chiffon Saree inside.  “What is this?” I exclaimed.  “Meena, in case you decide to be my wife for one day, you have to wear this Red saree for me,” Chandru said in an emotional tone.  “Chandru, I haven’t decided yet,” I said.  “If you decide, you have to wear this saree for me, please,” Chandru almost begged.  “You mean if I decide, right?” I said with a smile, putting the saree back in the plastic bag.  “Please make a good decision, Meena.  All I want in my life to live as your husband for one day and I don’t mind if I die the next day after living as your husband,” Chandru said in an emotional tone.  “Chandru, don’t say that,” I said.  “I mean it, Meena, you are that special to me, and I want you so badly in my life, just for one day,” Chandru said.  “Chandru, like I said, I need time to decide,” I said; though I said that, deep inside I had already made up my mind to be Chandru’s wife for a day and I had already decided the day as well.  “Meena, please take your own time, I don’t want to push on you,” Chandru said.  “Thanks for understanding my situation, Chandru,” I said.  “Hope you understand my situation as well and let me have you soon, Meena.  The more I look at you now in your nightie without your bra and panties inside, the more I am getting horny,” Chandru said in a horny tone.  I was already horny, “Chandru, please control yourself,” I whispered.  “How Meena, how?  You are standing right in front of me in your nightie, and realising the fact that you are not wearing your bra and panties inside your nightie is turning me on,” Chandru whispered in a horny way and was desperate.  Chandru being this desperate to have me was driving me crazy and my juices had already started to flow all over my inner thighs as I was not wearing my panties inside.  “Chandru, shall I wear my bra and panties inside and come?  Will you be comfortable talking to me then?” I whispered teasing him.  “No, Meena, no, don’t wear your bra and panties inside,” as Chandru was saying, I heard someone knock on my door and I went to answer the door.

It was the postman, and he gave a letter, it was for my husband.  I signed and collected the letter from the postman and went back to the Balcony and to flirt with Chandru and enjoy myself as I was enjoying this feeling of being horny as it has been months since my husband had made love to me, and my body was aching for a cock inside me.  My husband, who was totally enjoying my mom’s pussy all this while, completely ignored me.  Even the last time when he took me to the Balcony only in my petticoat and blouse and tried to romance me, I was hoping that he would make love to me after, but he was clearly doing that to make Chandru jealous.  Now, more than my husband, my body wanted Chandru, and I was missing him for the whole 5 minutes while I was with the postman.  Placing the Inland letter near the Tape Recorder, I hurried towards the Balcony to flirt with Chandru.  As I hurried my braless boobs inside my nightie dangled and Chandru was biting his lips and smiling and looking at my boobs over my nightie.  “Meena, go wear your bra and come, your bosoms are distracting,” Chandru said with a naughty smile.  “Are you sure you want me to wear my bra inside?” I asked with a smile.  “No, just kidding, don’t wear your bra inside, I mean never wear your bra and panties if you are with me.  If you wear your bra and panties inside, I am gonna come there and remove your bra and panties myself,” he said.  Though he was telling me casually, the thought of Chandru coming here and removing my bra and panties was making me feel more horny.  “Okay okay, I won’t wear my bra and panties inside,” as I said with a smile, but feeling horny inside, someone knocked on his door.  “Excuse me, Meena,” he exclaimed and went to answer the door.  It was his fellow Army Jawans all over his living room with letters in their hands, and Chandru came running towards the Balcony.  “Meena, busy with my friends, I will talk to you later, okay?” he said.  Though I was disappointed, “okay, Chandru,” I said with a smile.  “And, Meena, please make your decision really quick okay?  I am missing you already, and I can’t wait to be your husband for a day and have you, Meena,” Chandru said in a desperate and hurried tone.  “Me to Chandru,  I can’t wait to have you as well,” I almost said, but I just smiled at him.  “Chandru, are you there?” his friends called.  “Guys I am coming,” Chandru said.  “It's an important matter, damn it,” he friends yelled.  “Meena, I have to go…  I have to go… if you had made your decision, decide the date as well okay?” he said.  “Chandru.. Come here,” his friends called again.  “Meena, I have to go, bye… Ummmammh … to your pussy, can’t wait to have it,” he said and left.  Just love the way he gave a flying kiss to my pussy, and left.

I was so horny as I walked inside, and I had already decided to be Chandru’s wife for a day and let him have my pussy all he wanted.  I had already decided to be his wife for the entire day.  It was Chandru’s Birthday in a couple of days and I had decided to surprise him by wearing the Red saree he gave it for me to wear if I decided to be his wife for one whole day, and gift myself to Chandru on this Birthday and let him have my pussy as his one day wife and enjoy himself and enjoy myself letting Chandru make love to me.

In the evening, I was free and decided to go to the temple, not just to pray to God that this one day thing with Chandru should end up well, but also to get help from the Temple Priest’s wife to find me a good tailor.  Ever since I moved to Hyderabad from a small village in Tamil Nadu, I could barely make friends outside our Military Quarters, as it was a Muslim Dominated area and I could barely speak a word in Urdu or Hindi.  The only person outside our Military Quarters I speak to, I discuss things with, I ask help from, was Jaya, the wife of a Ganesha Temple Priest.  Jaya and I got along really well, because we both were Tamil girls I guess, I don’t know.  We started with just gossiping, then started talking about all the affairs the heroines had with others, then moved on to sharing our crazy encounters with strangers, and then sharing things about the guys we were crazy about us and enjoying the feeling of them lusting after us.  When Jaya shared with me about how she teased a local wealthy Marble Quarry owner who had come to visit their temple, and how he went crazy looking at her navel and boobs in her blouse and kept on visiting the temple regularly just to check her out and how she was teasing him up nicely every time he came; I started sharing about my Chandru, how he has been crazy about me and how I have been teasing him.  Jaya and I became very good friends.

Since Chandru’s Birthday was just 2 Days away, and I had decided to be Chandru’s wife for one day, and offer myself to him on his Birthday, and I had decided to surprise Chandru wearing the Red Chiffon Saree he gave, I had to find a Tailor to stitch me a blouse for the Red Chiffon Saree.  The only person in the whole of Hyderabad who could help me find a Tailor was Jaya.  Packing the Red Chiffon saree Chandru gave me in a bag, I decided to get ready to go to the Temple to meet Jaya.

Taking a nice hot water shower, I towelled myself and wore my black panties.  Just wearing my Black panties and covering my pussy and ass cheeks itself started bringing in the thoughts of Chandru.  “Chandru is gonna love you when he removes your panties, Meena,” I said to myself looking at the mirror.  I wore my white panties and looked at myself in the mirror in my white bra and black panties, “Chandru, this beauty is all yours, don’t worry,” I said to myself.  Wearing my white petticoat over my Black Panties and wearing a pink blouse over my white bra, I wore my pink chiffon saree and got ready to go to the Temple.  As I took the local bus to go to the temple, the whole time I was travelling, I was thinking about Chandru and was feeling horny.  Even when my next stop came and got up and was standing waiting for my stop to arrive, I was thinking about Chandru and was feeling horny.  The conductor came towards me and was saying something in Telugu, which I could not understand, I was just smiling and nodding at him, and he even started looking like Chandru to me.  Even if the conductor, who was standing right in front of me, who looked like Chandru to me had kissed my lips, I would have kissed his lips back, that horny I was thinking about Chandru.  “Madam, Ganesh Temple Stop,” he said.  “Oh, thank you Chandru, sorry.. Thank you sir,” I said and got down from the bus.  The bus started moving, the conductor was standing on the footboard and was looking at me, looking confused, and I was looking at him back, and he was looking like Chandru to me.  As the Conductor smiled at me, I started smiling back at him.  “Meena, what is wrong with you, why are you smiling at him, he is not Chandru,” I said to myself entering the temple.  “So what?  What is wrong in smiling and being polite to him?” I said to myself as well.

As I met the temple priest, “Swamiji, where is Jaya?” I asked.  “Meena, she went to your house to take you to buy bras and panties, and you are here?” he asked.  “Swamiji, I came here to take her to the Tai….” as I was about to say “tailor” and looked at the Plastic Bag which had the Red Chiffon Saree which Chandru gave it to me, and which also had my measurement blouse in it, I realised out of absent mindedness I had left the Plastic Bag inside the Bus it self.  As I started leaving quickly, “Meena, where are you going?” the priest asked.  “Jaya must be waiting for me, I have to go to my house immediately,” I said, as I tried to rush towards the bus stop, “Meena, wait,” the priest said and held my hand.  As I stopped and looked at him, “Meena, come with me,” he said and took me inside the temple.  “Meena, I have given all the money I have to buy bras and panties for Jaya.  If she runs out of money, can you help her with money?” the priest said.  “Sure, Swamiji,” as I said.  “Oh thank you so much, Meena,” the priest said and all of a sudden started hugging me, which I was taken aback by.  As I was hoping that he would break the hug, “Jaya is so lucky to have you as her friend, Meena,” he whispered and began feeling up my ass cheeks over my saree, and I quickly broke the hug.  “I have to go, Swamiji, I have left my saree in the bus,” I said and started rushing towards the bus stop.  As I rushed to the bus stop and was clueless about how to get my bag I left in the Bus back, a bus stopped at the opposite stop, and it was the same bus in which I came and got down and the same Conductor who looked like Chandru to me and I was smiling back at, “Madam, your bag..!” he screamed from the window seat.

I was so happy that I started running towards the bus, totally ignoring the conductor and the driver looking at my boobs dangling in my blouse over my pink blouse and pink chiffon saree.  The bus was totally empty and I got inside the bus and collected my plastic bag which had my Red Chiffon saree and also my blouse for measurement in it from the conductor.  “Thank you so much,” I said.  “Thank God, I found you here, or I would have come all the way to your Military Quarters and given it to you,” the conductor said in Telugu.  Though I understood Telugu, I could not really speak, and I said “thank you,” mixing Tamil and Telugu.  “Oh you are a Tamil Ammayi?” he asked in Telugu if I was a Tamil Girl, understanding that I was a Tamil Girl.  “Yeah,” I said and as I struggled to frame another sentence in Telugu to say how thankful I am for his kind gesture, “it's okay, Tamil Ammayi, speak to me in Tamil, I can understand, but I can talk in Tamil,” the conductor said.  “Fair enough, you talk to him in Tamil and he will understand and you talk to her in Telugu and she will understand,” the driver said.  As I smiled at the driver, he smiled at me and looked at the Conductor, “Balaraju, shall we leave?” the driver asked the conductor.  “Wait, where is this bus going?” I asked.  “To the bus depot,” the driver said.  “Where do you want to go, Tamil Ammayi?” the conductor asked.  “I want to go to the Military Quarters,” I said.  “Let's drop my Tamil Ammayi at the Military Quarters Bus Stop and then go to the Depot,” the conductor said to the driver in Telugu.  “Your Tamil Ammayi?” the driver said in Telugu and laughed and started the bus.  As the bus started moving, I felt off balance and sat on the front seat.  I was happy that they were going to drop me at my stop.  “Yeah, she is my Tamil Ammayi, she is so beautiful, I like her and she likes me as well and that’s why she was smiling at me when she got down from the bus,” the conductor said in Telugu.  “But she is really beautiful, man,” the driver said in Telugu.  “Yeah, I have never seen a beautiful girl like this around here, man.  What a babe she is, nice and tall like an Arabian Horse, so tempted to taste her lips, man,” the conductor said in Telugu.  “Watching boobs dangling in her blouse when she came running to our bus, my dick started to stand man,” the driver said in Telugu.  “When she was running towards our bus with her boobs dangling in her blouse, I felt like getting down from the bus and running towards her and hugging her, man,” the conductor said in Telugu.  “Should remove her saree pallu and see how her boobs look in her pink blouse, man,” the driver said in Telugu.  “I wanna hug her without her saree, man, only in her blouse and petticoat,” the conductor said in Telugu.  

The driver and the conductor were horny and talking dirty about me, totally forgetting the fact that I can understand Telugu, and at the same time thinking that I can’t hear them properly amidst the bus’s engine noise.  Though they were talking dirty about me, I was quietly enjoying their conversation about me and was feeling horny as well.  “Should not just remove her saree and hug her only in her blouse and petticoat, but also remove her pink blouse and petticoat and hug her naked, man,” the driver said in Telugu.  “Naked? She is wearing a bra inside her blouse, it is see through her pink blouse,” the conductor said.  “She is wearing a bra as well?” the driver exclaimed.  “Yeah, man, my sister is married and settled in Madras, I have been there several times.  Tamil babes there wear their bra and panties inside their sarees,” the conductor said.  “How do you know they wear their bra and panties inside their sarees?” the driver asked.  “At my sister’s place in Madras, there will be two or three bathrooms on top of the terrace, right next to each other just for bathing.  Through the small gaps through the bathrooms, I used to watch the House owner Aunty remove her saree, blouse and petticoat, and she will be wearing a bra and panties inside.  Watching her remove her bra and panties, I used to jerk off.  Even I have noticed her daughters wearing their bras panties inside, through the bathroom hole,” the conductor said.  “At night when the daughters used to dry their panties on the terrace, I used to secretly steal some of their panties and jerk off wrapping it around my cock,” the conductor said in Telugu.  “What a pervert!” I said to myself softly.  “You mean to say, this Tamil Ammayi is also wearing her panties inside?” the driver asked.  “Of course, man,” the conductor said.  “Ask her if she is wearing her panties inside, man,” the driver said in Telugu.  “Come on, man, she just now started to like me, and you want me to ask if she is wearing her panties inside her saree?” the conductor exclaimed in Telugu.  Usually if I had seen anyone talking dirty about me, I would have either yelled at them and left the place, but today I was horny thinking about Chandru, and me being horny I started shamelessly enjoying the driver and the conductor talking about my bra and panties I am wearing inside and getting more horny, and I could feel my panties getting wet already. 

“Come on Balaraju, ask her man, her stop is nearing,” the driver kept on nudging the conductor to ask me if I was wearing my panties inside my saree.  The conductor was feeling nervous and looking at me.  Since the conductor’s face was constantly reminding me of Chandru, the conductor, looking at me with a nervous look, was turning me on and I decided to tease them both.  I stood up pretending to be getting ready to get down as my stop was approaching.  As the conductor was looking at me nervously to ask if I was wearing my panties inside my saree, looking into his eyes, I lifted both my arms and held the railings and gave a full view of my waist and navel and even my left boobs in my pink blouse and my wet underarms in my pink blouse, and teased both of them.  “My God..!” the driver exclaimed, stopping the bus at my stop.  The conductor's eyes were all over me and was dying to hug me.  “She is so beautiful, man,” the driver exclaimed in Telugu.  “Thank you!” I said in Telugu.  “I also heard what you guys were talking about me all this while,” I said, biting her lips and smiling.  “What?!” the driver exclaimed.  “Yeah, and Yes, I am wearing my panties inside my Saree,” I said and smiled at them and hurriedly started getting down from the bus.  “Hey Tamil Ammayi,” the conductor called.  As I turned around and looked at him, “what colour panties are you wearing inside?” the conductor asked in a horny tone.  “Why should I tell you?” I asked, teasing him standing at the final step of the bus.  “Please, Tamil Ammayi, tell me what colour panties you were wearing inside your saree,” the conductor asked in a horny and at the same time desperate tone scratching his cock over his pants, and got down a couple of steps and stood behind me.  “At least tell me, for the sake of saving your new saree for you,” the conductor asked in a desperate tone.  I turned around and looked into his eyes, and he was scratching his cock over his panties and looking at me.  He was completely turned on and looked ready to take me and make love to me.  Before he could make the situation worse and also to tease him more, “okay… I am wearing my Black colour panties inside my saree,” I said and started getting down from the bus and walking as far as I could.  “Tamil Ammayi, wait..!” he called from the bus, but I did not turn around and began walking as fast as I could.  “Tamil Ammayi, please,” he begged and as I turned around, “please don’t leave me like this,” he said in a desperate tone.  “Please don’t leave you like what?” I asked, knowing that he was horny and desperate.  “I know you like me, you smiled at me while getting down at the Temple Stop,” the conductor said in a desperate tone.  “Look I have to go, my friend is waiting for me,” I said and started to leave.  For a moment I started cursing myself for teasing him a bit in the bus and started entering the Military Quarters.

As I entered the Military Quarters, the Army Security guy closed the gate, and the conductor could not enter inside and I started walking as fast as I could, “Tamil Ammayil, please wait… Tamil Ammayi….. Please…..” as the conductor began screaming on top of his voice watching me leave, the Army security guy started pushing him away, but he kept on calling me “Tamil Ammayi,” and I started feeling guilty for teasing him on the bus.  “Meena, he saved your saree, and even dropped you at your stop in the Govt Bus, and ignoring him like this is unfair,” as I was telling myself, “Tamil Ammayi,” he screamed and the Army security guys started beating him up.  “No…..!” I screamed and started running towards them.  “Guards…. Stop it please … he is my friend… he is my friend,” I said and helped him get up.  “Are you sure?” the Army security guys asked.  “Yeah,” I said and took the conductor inside, putting my arm around him as he was struggling to walk.

As we reached our Quarters and I was about to take the stairs, “Look, I am very sorry, okay?  And thank you for dropping me at my Bus Stop, can you please leave now?” I whispered.  “Just tell me you like me as well, and I will leave,” the conductor said.  “I am married,” I almost said, but somehow did not say.  “Please tell me you like me, I know you were smiling at me while getting down at the Temple Stop.  You raised your arms and showed me your body and even told me about your panties, it means you like me right?” he said.  “Please leave, people are going to come now,” I said.  “Tell me you like me, I will leave,” he said.  “I like you, please leave,” I said.  “No, not like that,” he said.  “Then, how?” I asked.  He held my face, “my beautiful Tamil Ammayi, I know you like me and I like you more than you like me.  We are made for each other,” he whispered.  “Please…” I whispered.  “You hate me now?  Because of my dark skin complexion and my dark lips?” he whispered.  “No, please, I am not that kind of a girl, I don’t discriminate against people based on their skin colour,” I whispered.  “Then what is stopping you from telling me that you like me as well?  Are you married?” he asked.  “No, I am not,” I said quickly.  The conductor being this desperate and crazy about me was turning me on too much, and I started ignoring his looks and was losing my self control.  “Tell me you like me, please Tamil Ammayi,” he whispered in a desperate tone.  I was too horny and looking at his dark lips and ignoring his ugly face, “I like you, I like you so much Balaraju,” I whispered.  “Mmmm… I love you my Tamil Ammayi,” he whispered and started kissing my lips and I started kissing his lips back.  As he was kissing my lips, he started grabbing my boobs over my pink blouse and my pink saree and began squeezing my boobs, making me weak.  At this point I had already surrendered to him, and if he had carried me anywhere to make love to me, I would have let him have my pussy.

That’s when I heard a couple of kids who lived on the ground floor running and coming towards the ground floor and their parents telling them to go slow from a distance.  Quickly breaking the kiss, “Balaraju, please leave, people are coming,” I said and started running towards the first floor, but he was in no mood to let me go and kept following me to the first floor.  “I told you to leave, Balaraju,” I whispered looking at him.  “How can I leave you my love,” he whispered and started hugging me and started kissing my lips again.  “Please Balaraju, leave, we can kiss later,” I whispered begging as the family on the first floor could come at any moment and I don’t want to get caught.  “Okay.. but you are MY Tamil Ammayi, right?” he whispered, holding my waist and looking at me from head to toe in disbelief that I actually fell for him.  “Yeah, I am your Tamil Ammayi, now leave please,” I whispered.  “Okay.. I will leave, but I want you to remove the black panties you are wearing inside and give it to me,” he whispered.  “What?! No way,” I exclaimed.  “No Way?! I am not gonna leave this place without your panties,” he whispered.  “Please Balaraju,” I begged.  “No way, I am not leaving without your panties,” he whispered in a strict tone.  “Please Balaraju,” I begged again.  “Please Tamil Ammayi, just remove your panties and give it to me, I promise I will leave immediately,” he whispered.  Clearly I had no other choice but to make him leave but to remove my panties and give it to him.  I could clearly feel that I was cornered.  Biting my lips and looking around, I started lifting my pink saree along with my white petticoat and caught my black panties, and teased him with my well toned thighs and inner thighs a bit and began pulling my Black panties down.  “My God, Tamil Ammayil, you are so hot,” he exclaimed as I pulled my panties till my anklets.  As I took my legs one after the other from my Black panties, I gave my Black panties to the conductor.  The conductor collected my Black panties with both his hands like receiving Prasadam in the temple.  Putting my Black panties inside his pants pocket, “thank you Tamil Ammayi,” he whispered and as I was hoping that he would leave and smiled at him, he started kissing my lips and I and gave a couple of kisses back to his lips and broke the kiss.  As he smiled at me after kissing my lips, “thank you my Tamil Ammayi,” he whispered and started hugging me.  That hug clearly showed that he had fallen in love with me.  “Thank you my Tamil Ammayi,” he whispered, looking into my eyes, and smiling at me and started getting down from the stairs.  That’s when I realised my husband must be at home and if he finds out I am not wearing my panties, he will suspect me and at the same time my black panties were dirty with full of my juices as a result of being horny the whole day, and I did not want the conductor to think that I am not a clean girl, therefore I decided to somehow take back my panties.  If I asked him, he wouldn't give, therefore the only chance to get my panties back was to steal it from him.  “Balaraju?” I called the conductor.  “Yes,” he said and started climbing the stairs and coming towards me with a huge smile on his face.  “Balaraju, do you really like me?” I asked gently, placing my hands on his shoulders.  “Like you? I have fallen in love with you, my beautiful Tamil Ammayi.  I want to marry you and make you my wife,” the conductor whispered in an emotional tone.  “Balaraju!,” as I exclaimed and brought my hands down and placed them over his pockets, I could feel my panties inside them.  “My God, I just love the way you say my name, it sounds so sweet,” he whispered and brought his lips close to my lips.  As I closed my eyes and pulled my Black Panties from his pocket, he began kissing my lips, and I kissed his lips back nicely and sent him home.

Making sure there was no one around me, I quickly lifted my pink saree and white petticoat and started wearing my black panties.  As I was pulling my black panties above my thighs to my shock I saw one of my Bharatanatyam student’s elder brother Mohan Rao watching me wear my panties, hiding, though the partially opened door.  “Mohan… wait..” as I called him, he closed the door and locked it from inside.  I was scared like hell as he would tell this to my husband, especially his mom who is a big mouth and spread this to the entire Military Quarters.  “Mohan, please open the door, please,” I started begging, as I was helpless and I just wanted to make sure if he had seen the entire thing.  After knocking on the door several times he came outside, “Mohan Rao, I am sorry, I had to wear my panties in front of you okay, I did not see you watching,” I said in an apologetic tone holding his face.  “It's okay, Aunty,” Mohan said.  “Thank you Mohan, I am sorry about wearing my panties in front of you, I did not see you,” I kept saying to see if he would say he had seen the entire thing or not.  “It's okay Aunty.  Who was that uncle who was kissing your lips, Aunty?” he asked.  “Oh, that’s my brother,” I said, faking a smile.  “Your dad and mom are Tamil, right?” he asked.  “Yeah,” I said.  “Then how come your brother was speaking to you in Telugu when you were speaking to him in Tamil?” he asked.  “Mohan, he is settled here and wants me to show off that he has learnt Telugu,” I said.  “But he kept calling you my Tamil Ammayi, My Love, and when he asked him if he likes you, he said he loves you, and guess what?! When he asked you to remove your panties and give it to him, you removed your panties and gave it to him.  Which sister would remove her panties and give it to her brother?” Mohan said.  It was clear that Mohan had seen the entire thing.  “Mohan don’t tell this to anyone okay? Please.  I will buy anything for you,” I said.  “I don’t want you to buy me anything.  First apologise for slapping me when I kissed your lips,” he said.  “Mohan, you are the one who kissed my lips in the dark?” I exclaimed.  “Yeah, it was me, now apologise for slapping me,” he said.  “I am sorry Mohan, I thought it was someone else,” I said.  I really thought it was my husband’s cousin, who was a civilian and had come to meet my husband.  Throughout his whole 1 week stay he was spending all this time ogling at me and hiding and watching me change my dress.  Though I complained to my husband, he was yelling at me for not covering up fully and not closing my bedroom door fully.

One evening as I was taking Bharatnatyam Classes for girls in our Military Quarters, on the terrace.  A couple of boys from our Military Quarters used to accompany their sisters and even used to wait in the corner and watch.  While I was teaching Bharatnatyam to the girls and they were practising with full concentration, I saw my husband’s cousin coming to the terrace, though he was standing in the other corner, he was shamelessly ogling at the girls and sat on the ground and feasting his eyes with the panty peeks we used to give while we all were dancing in your skirts.  No matter how hard I tried not to give him any panty peeks, my stupid skirt kept up raising and giving him a full view of my white panties I was wearing inside.  As the girls were concentrating fully on the dance moves, I did not want to stop the dance and continued dancing and at the same time trying hard to ignore him feasting his eyes all over my white panties while I was practising.  That’s when there was a power cut, and it was totally dark.  Stopping the dance practice, as we all started getting down the stairs in the dark, I could feel a person in the dark coming in front of me, lifting my skirt with his hands behind and grabbing my ass cheeks over my white panties and kissing my lips.  As he tried to insert his hand from the front of my white panties and insert his hand inside my white panties and grab my pussy, I caught his hand with my left hand and gave him a tight slap, and he escaped in the dark.

Assuming that it was my husband’s cousin, I went and told my husband and my husband got angry and beat the hell out of him, and even made me slipper him and kicked him out of the house.  Although at many family gatherings my husband’s cousin used to come to me and tell me that it was not him and he was only enjoying watching me dance, I disrespected him mercilessly.  Now, realising that it was not him, and it was this teenager Mohan Rao, I started feeling sorry for my husband’s cousin.  At the same time I was angry at Mohan Rao, but now that he had clearly concerned me, “I am sorry that I slapped you Mohan,” I said.  “Okay, Go home now,” he said.  I was so happy that he was letting me go.  “Mohan, don’t tell anyone okay?” I said.  “I won’t, Meena, don’t worry,” he said, all this while he was calling me Aunty and now he was calling me by my name, but I ignored it and went to my house.

As I was about to take my house key and open the door, to my surprise the door was already open and my friend Jaya’s (The Temple Priest’s Wife) slippers were outside and when I entered inside, my husband was peeking through my bathroom door and was jerking off.  “Ram!” as I exclaimed, “nothing,” he said and put his dick inside his lungi and began leaving the place and went towards the Balcony.  As I opened the Bathroom door, Jaya did not latch properly, “aaah… Meena, you are home,” Jaya exclaimed, standing only in her white panties and coffee brown blouse and washing her brown saree at one side.  “What happened Jaya?” I asked.  “Big story, I came here looking for you, and your husband asked me to wait inside.  He was so sweet that he even made coffee for me, and while he was bending down and serving me, the coffee spilled all over my lap over my saree and petticoat, and I am here now to clean the coffee off,” Jaya said.  Ever since my husband saw Jaya and I changing in our bedroom, he has been crazy about her and dying to have her pussy just like he was having my mom’s.

Jaya’s husband, the temple priest, always forced Jaya to wear a Madisar Saree which is 9 yards and doesn’t require wearing a petticoat inside, in a more conservative way, covering fully, but Jaya on the other hand who looked nothing short of a movie heroine, wanted to wear regular sarees like me and other regular women.  Therefore Jaya used to come to our house everytime we used to go out together, and change into a regular saree in our bedroom along with me and we used to go out together.  While Jaya and I used to change in our bedroom to go out, my husband who was crazy about Jaya used to peek through the keyhole and watch Jaya remove her Madisar saree with no petticoat inside, and remove her blouse and stand only in her bra and panties and wear her petticoat she had kept in my cupboard and blouse and saree and jerk off.  As a wife, I really hated the way my husband was crazy about Jaya.  My husband was clearly sexually attracted to other women, even if they were not as beautiful as me.  Only after I started enjoying other men ogling at me and getting attention for other men, I started ignoring my husband ogling at other women.  In fact, I started helping my husband ogle at other women to make him like me more.  One day when Jaya and I were changing in our bedroom, I noticed my husband was watching through the keyhole, and I quietly went and opened the door slightly and winked at my husband and went back to Jaya.  Since I opened the door slightly, my husband was enjoying watching Jaya remove her saree, and stand only in her bra and panties and wear her petticoat and blouse and wear her saree.

Ever since that day my husband started liking me, and in order to make him like me more, while Jaya used to change with me, I started removing Jaya’s bra and panties and started to give my husband a full view of Jaya’s naked body and jerk off.  Though Jaya and I were not lesbians, Jaya liked the way I used to remove her bra and panties and sometimes touch her boobs and gently feel her pussy.  My husband just loved the way I was removing Jaya’s bra and panties and getting her naked for him, and started feeling how lucky he was to marry me.

Today as I entered my house, my husband was peeking through my bathroom door and was jerking off.  “Ram!” as I exclaimed, “nothing,” he said and put his dick inside his lungi and began leaving the place and went towards the Balcony.  As I opened the Bathroom door, Jaya did not latch properly, standing only in her white panties and coffee brown blouse and washing her brown saree at one side, and was telling me how sweet my husband was that he made coffee for her and he accidentally spilled coffee over her lap, and I was telling her about how I went to the Temple searching for her husband told me that she had come to my house, “Meena, I came here to take you to the Undergarment store, as I was feeling shy to go alone,” she said.  “It's too late already, and I am too tired as well, we will go tomorrow, Jaya,” I said.  “But you should never miss tomorrow, okay?,” she said.  “Sure Jaya, wear my nightie and I will dry the saree on the balcony for a while and iron it and give it to you,” I said and took her to our bedroom.

As I took Jaya to our bedroom, I did not notice that Jaya had closed the door tight without her knowledge.  “Wear this nightie, Jaya,” I said and gave her my nightie.  “Thanks Meena,” as she said and collected the nightie from me and kept it on the bed and began removing her coffee brown blouse, I started removing my pink chiffon saree, and removing my sweaty pink blouse, my thoughts were filled with Chandru and even thoughts of the conductor kissing my lips and making me remove my panties for him and I feeling horny already.  Totally ignoring Jaya, I started removing my white petticoat and began removing my sweaty white bra and my dirty Black panties as well and got naked.  “Wow…! You look great naked, Meena,” Jaya whispered looking at me from head to toe, “thanks Jaya,” as I said with a smile realising that Jaya has never seen me naked.  “This is the first time I am seeing you naked,” Jaya said and came near me with a smile, and gently cupped my boobs.  “Wow, look at them, could turn any man on,” she whispered with a smile.  Since I was horny with the thoughts of Chandru and with thoughts of the conductor kissing my lips and making me remove my panties for him, I started getting excited to Jaya’s touch.  “Yours are amazing as well, Jaya,” I whispered.  “Spread your legs, let me see your pussy for a moment,” she whispered.  As I spread my legs, “wow…!” as she exclaimed and placed her right hand over my pussy and grabbed my pussy gently.  “Mmmmmmmmmmm…!” I moaned and bit my lips.  “Wow.. you are so wet, Meena, any sexual encounters today you wanna share with me,” as she whispered and wrapped her arms around my waist and began playing with my pussy, I started to go weak.  As I began sharing with me about how the conductor and the driver were shamelessly lusting for me and passing dirty comments, and how the conductor went crazy about me and came all the way to our Quarters and kissed my lips and removed my panties and I was shamelessly enjoying it, Jaya began sucking my boobs with her left arm around my waist, and playing with my clit with he right hand making me go weak and enjoy myself.  If she can play with my pussy, I can’t play with her pussy?” I said to myself and all of a sudden inserted my right hand inside her white panties from the front and began playing with her pussy.  After listening to my sexual encounter and playing with my pussy, Jaya had gotten turned on and her pussy had already gotten wet.  “Mmmmmmmm….” as Jaya started moaning, I put my hands behind her and removed her bra and she took her hands off me and removed her white panties and got naked, and hugged me naked.  “Mmmmmmmmm mmmmm mmm” as we both hugged each other crushing our boobs against each other, we started kissing each other’s lips and sat on the bed and continued kissing each other’s lips.  I just loved the taste of Jaya’s lips, it was different and I was about to pause the kiss and tell her, “wow.. Meena, just love the taste of your lips,” she whispered and smiled at me and as I smiled at her, she slept on top of me and began kissing my lips and at the same time.  As Jaya went down kissing my neck and started sucking my boobs and at the same time began fingering my pussy, “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmm….” I began moaning and the moment Jaya inserted her middle finger deep inside my pussy, the thought of me sleeping with Chandru and the thought of me becoming the conductor’s own Tamil Ammayi, and letting him have my pussy fully came to my mind, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah mmmmmmm aaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaa,” I moaned and began cumming all over Jaya’s fingers and started hugging Jaya naked and and began kissing her lips.

I got so emotional that, while kissing Jaya’s lips, “thank you Jaya…thank you,” I whispered and started crying.  “Good thing that I came here to release your sexual tension,” Jaya said, sleeping next to me naked with her right hand over my belly.  “Thank you, Jaya,” I whispered and held her hand which was over my belly and began kissing her hand in an emotional tone.  “Don’t thank me, thank God, that we become friends,” as Jaya said with a smile, I hugged her tight.

The next day, Jaya came home to take me to the Undergarment Shop to buy bras and panties for her.  As Jaya and I were changing in our Bedroom, as usual my husband was hiding and watching Jaya change.  As I was already in my dark blue colour panties and white colour bra, Jaya had removed her Madisar saree and was only in her pink colour blouse and her white colour panties, and my husband was watching her and jerking off.  Usually I would ignore my husband and let him enjoy watching Jaya change, but today I started feeling possessive about Jaya.   As I walked towards the door in my dark blue colour panties and white colour bra, my husband started putting his cock back inside his lungi.  I opened the door and stood in front of my husband and closed the door from outside.  Actually I wanted to tell my husband not to ogle at Jaya, but as I opened the door, I noticed Chandru, hiding and watching me in my white bra and dark blue panties and licking his lips, which started making me feel horny.  In order to tease Chandru, I started to blush at my husband, standing only in her white bra and dark blue panties “Mmmm.. what is my naughty husband doing?” I exclaimed with a smile adjusting my dark blue colour panties with a smile on my face, totally realising that Chandru was watching me and enjoying the view I was giving in my underwear.  “Nothing, I just came to close the door which was open,” my husband said casually.  “Oh Really?!” as I exclaimed and pinched my husband’s cheeks.  “Yeah, come,” he whispered, holding my arm.  “Where?” I asked.  “Let's make Chandru jealous,” he said and started pulling me towards the Balcony.  Though I was excited to tease Chandru, “Ram, no…..!” as I pretended to protest, “come on bitch,” he said and started carrying me over the shoulder towards the Balcony.  “Hey Chandru, isn’t my wife Hot?” my husband said holding me over his shoulder, with my head hanging down behind my husband and my ass cheeks in my dark blue panties were close to his face and Chandru’s eyes were all over my ass cheeks over my dark blue panties and was licking his lips and scratching his cock over his lungi.  “My God, she is an Angel, man, you are making me feel jealous of you,” Chandru exclaimed, which made my husband feel so proud of himself.  “Ram, please Chandru is our friend, don’t do this, this is so embarrassing, let me go,” I exclaimed.  Chandru couldn’t see my eyes properly as my head was behind my husband’s thighs.  Thinking that I was not looking at him, Chandru started lifting his lungi and stroking his cock watching my ass cheeks in my dark blue panties.  “Gonna remove her bra and panties and make love to her here, man.  Just watch and enjoy,” as my husband said.  “No..!” as I exclaimed and tried to free myself from my husband and run inside, my husband grabbed my dark blue panties and began pulling my panties down and started showing my asshole and pussy to Chandru.  “My God..!” me and Chandru exclaimed together.  “Oh Yeah..!” my husband exclaimed, looking at Chandru who was looking at my asshole and pussy.  “My God.. My God… My God….,” Chandru started exclaiming and began stroking his cock vigorously.  “Mmmmmmm….. My God… look at her asshole, it looks so clean….. Mmmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm yummy pussy she has got man,” Chandru started moaning, and his voice started changing as she was about to cum.  The moment my husband spread my ass cheeks and showed my asshole and pussy to Chandru fully, Chadru could not hold it an more “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” he moaned and started cumming all over the floor.

As my husband uneasily dropped me down, I pulled my panties up and started running inside and to my shocked Jaya who had worn her pink saree already was watching the whole thing.  As I opened the bedroom door and entered inside, she followed me and closed the door from inside.  “Is he the Chandru you have been talking about?” she asked, as I was adjusting my dark blue colour panties.  “Yeah,” I said.  “He is so hot and handsome, can’t believe you haven’t slept with him yet, and postponing things,” Jaya whispered, coming near me.  “Jaya, I am saving myself to let Chandru have me on his Birthday in 2 weeks, as his Birthday gift,” I whispered.  “You are crazy, bang him as quickly as possible okay?” Jaya whispered, adjusting my panties elastic.  “Did you see his cock? Looks yummy, doesn't it?” she whispered.  “Oh yeah, Jaya, I can’t believe I am gonna have it really soon,” as I whispered, being horny, Jaya started pulling my panties from the front and looking at my crotch area, and inserted her hand inside my panties and grabbed my pussy gently.  The way she touched my pussy with her soft hand, was doing magic to my pussy and I started feeling weak.  “Jaya, what are you doing?!” I exclaimed softly with a smile.  “Nothing,” she exclaimed softly, feeling up my pussy.  “Jaya, no, don’t do that, you are gonna make me cum,” I whispered, biting my lips.  “That’s what I am here for; to make you cum,” she whispered, bringing her lips close to my lips.  As she began kissing my lips, I was horny and began kissing her lips back, “can’t believe your husband removed our panties and showed your pussy and asshole to your neighbour, Meena,” Jaya whispered, gently playing with my pussy, making my pussy wet.  “It's Chandru, Jaya,” I whispered.  “I knew it,” Jaya said with a huge smile on her face.  “Chandru clearly loved your pussy, Meena, he was enjoying watching your pussy.  I mean who wouldn't, you have an amazing pussy,” Jaya whispered inserting her middle finger inside my pussy.  “Mmmmmm… hey, not now… we have to go out, remember?” I exclaimed.  “As he was enjoying feasting his eyes all over your asshole and pussy, I was watching something else,” Jaya whispered, winking at me.  “His Cock?” I asked with a smile.  “Oh yeah, the best cock I have ever seen.  It should definitely feel good when we taste it, Meena,” as Jaya began whispering and telling me about Chandru’s cock, and at the same time fingering my pussy, I was getting horny and started feeling a strong orgasm build up already.  “Promise me you will share with me in detail about how his cock was after enjoying his cock, Meena,” Jaya whispered, taking her hand off my pussy and grabbing my panties.  I clearly knew she was going to make me cum.  Since I was horny, I let Jaya remove my dark blue colour panties, and I even helped her by getting out of my panties.  “Sure Jaya, if I don’t share with you, with whom would I share, you are the only friend to me,” I whispered, as she held my arms and made me sit on the bed.  Gently making me sleep on the bed, “one day we should share it cock, Meena,” Jaya whispered, playing with my pussy and sleeping next to me, and looked into my eyes for my reaction.  “No, I was just kidding, Meena, Chandru’s cock is all yours,” Jaya whispered, with a smile, and began fingering my pussy and kissing my cheek.  “Mmmmmmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm mmmm,” as I started moaning holding Jaya’s face, Chandru’s face began appearing in front of my eyes and I started getting too excited.  “Mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm mmmm mmmm mmmmmmm….” I began moaning as Jaya intensified finger fucking my pussy, and I was about to cum.  The moment Jaya started kissing my lips, “mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm,” I began moaning closing my eyes and I started feeling like Chandru was kissing my lips, and as the image of Chandru watching my asshole and pussy and jerking off came in front of my eyes, “mmmmmmmmmmm Chandru….” I moaned and came all over Jaya’s fingers.

After that, Jaya and I hugged each other, “thank you Jaya,” I whispered.  “I am gonna miss you, Meena.  I will be going to Chennai soon, and I don’t know when I will be coming back,” Jaya whispered.  “What?! Are you joking?” I asked, getting up from bed.  “What are you saying, Jaya?” I said.  “Get dressed, I will tell you,” she said, giving me my dark blue panties to wear.  As I began wearing my dark blue panties and began wearing my light yellow petticoat on top of my dark blue panties, “you know I told you about this local wealthy Marble Quarry owner, and politically influential person, who used to come to visit our temple, and how crazy he he used to go watching my navel and boobs in my blouse and kept on visiting the temple regularly just to check me out and how I was enjoying teasing him up nicely every time he came?” Jaya said.  “Yeah, Jaya,” I said, wearing my light yellow blouse over my white bra.  “One day he came to our Temple to get Pooja done for his brand new car.  As my husband was offering flowers and other rituals to the new car, the Marble Quarry owner entered inside the temple and as usual began ogling at me.  Since I used to tease him up and have fun, pretending to look unintentional, I was teasing him by showing a peek of my navel that day.  He got bold and started approaching me, and knowing that I am a Tamil girl from Chennai, he started talking to me in borken Tamil, and began introducing himself to me as Srinivas Reddy Marble Quarry owner, that he has properties in Chennai as well and his relatives live there and stuff.  Since his Tamil was funny, I started laughing and he started laughing as well knowing why I was laughing.  Watching both of us laugh, my husband started walking towards me and began yelling at me right in front of Srinivas Reddy, totally humiliating me, and I started crying.  This was not the first time my husband was humiliating me, and getting humiliated by my jealous husband had become a routine for me.  My husband has been humiliating me ever since he came to Chennai and married me there and brought me here.  Though my husband and I have a big 13 years age difference, I tried  all I could to gel into my husband’s family and be a good wife to my husband, which I was, until he lost interest in me and was not getting a boner while making love to me.  He was making love to me rather unwillingly, and was shamelessly flirting with the female devotees who visited our Temple.  In the name of blessing the devotees, he was enjoying feeling them up, and was even having affairs with a couple of the devotees.  On the other hand, he never let any men talk to me or even look at me, and always made me wear Madisar and cover myself fully.  He only lets me go to your house, you know why?” Jaya asked.  “Why?,” as I asked.  “He has hots for you, Meena.  Ever since he saw you in our temple, he has been crazy about you and is sending me here only to befriend you and bring you to the temple so that he could have a chance to feel you up just like he enjoys feeling up his devotees,” Jaya said.  “Jaya, we both are in the same boat dear.  My husband enjoys feeling up and sleeping with all the women in my family, but never gets a boner while making love to me as he has lost interest in me.  He only lets me go out to meet you because he has hots for you, Jaya,” I said.  “Meena, I promise, I have never tried to tease your husband or anything, please do not blame me on this, I am a loyal friend to you,” she said.  “Come on, Jaya, I know you.  I never teased your husband as well, that I must say,” I said.  “Now that you told me about your husband, Ram, having hots for me, I want to share with you something about your husband, Meena.  Yesterday when I came here to see you, and you were not there, your husband Ram hugged and welcomed me inside.  The whole time he was talking to me while I was waiting for you, his eyes were all over my lips, as if he wanted to kiss my lips.  After he accidentally poured coffee on me, in the name of helping me, he started carrying me to the Bathroom and was helpling me remove my saree,” Jaya said.  “See, I told you.  My husband is crazy about you, Jaya.  Since you shared with me about my husband, I want to share with you about your husband.  When I went to your temple to take you out to get my blouse stitched, your husband took me inside the temple and hugged me and nicely felt my ass up, Jaya,” I said.  “If you had stayed there longer, he would have felt you up more and enjoyed you nicely, Meena,” as Jaya said, I started feeling horny.  It's a wife thing; the wives though we have a handsome husband at home, we would always be excited and horny if our friend’s husband is crazy about us, no matter how ugly they are.  Though Chandru was the only person I wanted to sleep with, now the thought of my friend Jaya’s husband, who is more than 10 years elder to me, is crazy about me and trying to enjoy me was turning me on and was exciting me to meet him again.  “Thank God, you left the temple freeing yourself from my husband, Meena,” Jaya said.  “Jaya, thank God, I came while you were cleaning your saree, Meena, or else, my husband would have removed your saree and blouse and hugged you in your bra and panties and kissed your lips,” I said.  “But your husband was very sweet to me, Meena, unlike my husband.  He was making coffee for me and was treating me really well,” Jaya said, in a horny tone without looking into my eyes.  Clearly she liked how crazy my husband was for her.  Can’t blame her; like I said, it's a wife thing; the wives though we have a handsome husband at home, we would always be excited and horny if our friend’s husband is crazy about us, no matter how ugly they are.  “Alright, get dressed, I will wait for you outside,” Jaya said and smiled at me and went out and closed the door.

As I opened the door and saw what she was doing, Jaya was casually looking at my husband and Chandru talking to each other from their respective balconies.  When my husband saw Jaya and smiled at her, she smiled at him and started going towards him to the Balcony.  “So, where are you guys going, Jaya?” my husband asked.  “Taking Meena with me to buy some bras and panties for me, Ram,” Jaya said casually.  Women never tell random men about their undergarments, and definitely never tell men that they were going to the undergarment shop to buy undergarments, but Jaya was purposely telling my husband to tease him.  “If you don’t mind, can I come with you, Jaya?  I always wanted to buy bras and panties for you,” my horny husband said.  Since Jaya was horny teasing my husband, “you can come with me some other time, okay? Not now,” Jaya said in a horny tone.  “Any time Jaya, any time,” as my husband whispered in a horny tone and went near her, “okay Ram, I am getting late already, I have to go okay? Take care,” Jaya said and casually wrapped her arms around my husband and gave him a hug.  My horny husband quickly grabbed her opportunity, quite literally and hugged Jaya tight, “take care, Jaya,” he said and planted a kiss on Jaya’s cheek.  “Ram, what is this?” she exclaimed with a smile, wiping my husband’s saliva off her right cheek, taking her right hand off him, and still hugging him with her left hand.  The smile was a green signal for my husband, and as he smiled at Jaya and started kissing Jaya’s lips, she gave a couple of kisses back to my husband’s lips and only then broke the kiss, “you are naughty, Ram,” she said and wiped his saliva and pushed off gently and started running inside.

Pretending that I did not see anything, I went inside and started wearing my light yellow saree and got ready to leave with her.  As I was wearing my saree, I could hear Chandru getting jealous of my husband and my husband feeling more proud of himself.  As we started leaving, and we were almost in the ground floor, I could hear sound of thunder and lightning, “Jaya, wait here, looks like it's gonna rain, I have dried clothes on the terrace, I will pick them up and come,” I said and started climbing the stairs as fast as I could in my light yellow chiffon saree and matching lift yellow chiffon matching blouse.  By the time I reached the terrace, I was tired, and as I started pulling all the clothes from the clothesline, someone hugged my waist from behind and pinched my waist.  I dropped all the clothes down, and as I turned around, to my shock it was the teenager Mohan Rao, who saw me and the conductor kissing each other, and the very teenager who, while I was coming down from the terrace stopping the dance practice, as I was getting down the stairs in the dark, came in front of me, lifted my skirt with his hands behind and grabbing my ass cheeks over my white panties and kissed my lips nicely, and when he tried to insert his hand from the front of my white panties and insert his hand inside my white panties and grab my pussy, I caught his hand with my left hand and gave him a tight slap, and he escaped in the dark.  Now that Mohan Rao has seen me kissing and romancing the conductor, I was clearly in his control now.  

“Mohan Rao, what are you doing here?” I asked.  “Saw you taking the stairs crossing the corner where you were hugging and kissing a guy and removing your Black panties for you, and thought of following you and giving you a hug,” Mohan Rao said.  “Maybe later, Mohan, it's about to rain, I have to take the clothes inside,” I said and tried to bend down and pick up the clothes.  All of a sudden I could see a flash of light behind me, especially over my ass cheeks, thinking that it could be lightening, I ignored it and started picking up the clothes.  “Just one hug, Meena,” he said and casually grabbed my ass as I was bending.  “Ooooh..!” I exclaimed and stood straight.  “This is all I wanted for now,” he said and all of a sudden grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him and hugged me by my waist, and began kissing my lips.  “Mohan..!!,” as I exclaimed and pushed him, “enough for today,” he said and winked at me and left the place.  I picked up the clothes and started getting down the stairs, I could feel someone following me, as I turned around, to my shock Mohan Rao was watching my ass and following me.  “Mohan, what is this?” I exclaimed.  “What? I shouldn’t go home?” he asked.  “Then Go,” I said and made way for him.  “Ladies first,” he said and gestured to me to go first, as if he was a Gentleman.  Since Jaya was waiting for me already, I started ignoring Mohan Rao ogling over my ass, and walked as fast as I could and reached home.

As I reached my house, to my shock, Chandru and Jaya were already in the house, and my husband was preparing coffee in the kitchen, “hello, Meena,” Chandru said and came towards me.  “Hi,” I said and looked at Jaya, as I was feeling shy.  “I thought we were going Shopping,” I said.  “Look, it's raining,” Jaya pointed at the Balcony and started coming towards me along with Chandru.  As Chandru was approaching me and stood right in front of me, all sort of feeling started coming out of me, for a moment I felt like giving him a hug; for a moment his cock came to my mind; for moment, Chandru watching my asshole and pussy and jerking his cock off came to my mind; and helplessly I dropped all the clothes I took from the terrace right at the door and stood frozen.  “Hi, Meena,” Chandru said, as the clothes were right at the door entrance, he took a long step and crossed the clothes, and as I made way for him, I went out of the door and he came out as well and we both ended up standing at our verandah.  The door was half closed as the clothes were right in the middle.  “Sorry for coming here in a hurry, Meena, I am leaving for Sri Lanka as a Part of IPKF evening, just wanted to inform you,” he said.  “Oh I see.,” I said without looking at his face, as I was shy and horny at the same time.  “Meena…!” Chandru whispered, “mmmm?” as I whispered without looking at Chandru, with my head down, “did you think about it?” he whispered, asking me if I had made up my mind to be his wife for one day.  Though I wanted to tell him I had already decided, and I was planning to surprise him on his birthday, and offer myself to him as a Birthday Gift, I just asked, “Chandru, when are you going to return back?”, this time looking into his eyes.  “I don’t know,” he whispered, but he looked nervous.  I could clearly make out that he was desperate to have me before leaving for Sri Lanka, and to tease him “Shall I let you know by evening?” I whispered.  Chandru’s same eyes which was watching my pussy and asshole and jerking off from his Balcony, now looking at me from a close distance was making me so turned on that my eyes were fixed on his lips, ready to kiss his lips.  “By evening?” as he whispered looking at my lips, “yeah,” I whispered.  “But I have not stitched the blouse for the Red Chiffon Saree you gave me to wear,” I said.  “I don’t mind having you even in this yellow chiffon saree, Meena,” he whispered, sounding desperate to have me.  “Sorry you had to watch me masturbate when Ram carried you over his shoulders and showed me your asshole and pussy, Meena.  I liked you asshole and pussy so much that I could not help myself but to jerk off, Meena,” Chandru whispered, looking at my lips.  “It's okay, Chandru, I am happy that you liked my asshole and pussy, as I whispered looking at his lips, he brought his lips close to my lips.  “Kiss?” he whispered.  “Here ?” as I whispered, “yeah,” he whispered.  “What if someone catches us?” I whispered.  “All the portions are vacant here, no one will watch us, come on,” he whispered.  “My husband is inside,” as I whispered, “we will finish the kiss quickly,” he whispered.  

That’s when Jaya came out, “I heard you guys talking, don’t worry your husband, Meena, I will keep him busy.  You guys enjoy yourselves, I will give you a signal when he searches for you guys,” Jaya whispered and went to the kitchen.  Me and Chandru watched Jaya enter the Kitchen, and then looked at each other’s eyes, and immediately looked at each other’s lips and began kissing each other’s lips passionately.  I was enjoying kissing Chandru’s lips as much as he was enjoying kissing my lips and I was literally feeding my lips and tongue so that he could enjoy tasting my lips.  I was so horny enjoying getting my lips kissed that my panties had already started to get wet, and my pussy was itching and was craving for a cock inside my pussy, “mmmmmmmmm,” I started to moan and wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged Chandru tight, crushing my boobs against his chest.  As Chandru, who was as horny as I was, hugged me back and stared whispered my eyes into my ear, I was totally ready to surrender my pussy to Chandru, and my pussy started to itch more and more for Chandru cock.  Hugging Chandru tight, crushing my boobs against his chest, and kissing Chandru’s cheek, “Fuck me, Chandru…. I am all yours…. Take me to your house and fuck me, before you leave to Sri Lanka,” I whispered, with tears rolling all over my cheeks, to my horror out of nowhere, the teenager Mohan Rao clicked a picture of me hugging and kissing Chandru and began running. 

“Mohan, wait…!” I screamed and started chasing him, and he started running.  “Meena, where are you going?” Chandru called, “just go inside and wait, Chandru, I will be right back,” I said and sent Chandru inside so that my husband wouldn’t get too friendly with Jaya and at the same time I did not want to tell Chandru that the teenager Mohan Rao had clicked picture of me hugging him and kissing him, and he was in the picture as well, and if Mohan Rao’s mom sees the picture after developing the picture, she will publish the picture to the entire Military Quarters and ruin not just my relationship with my husband, but also Chandru’s relationship with his wife.  I started searching for Mohan Rao everywhere but I couldn’t find him at all.  The only option I had was to go to his house and ask his mom where he was.

As I went to Mohan Rao’s portion and knocked on his door, unfortunately his dad Mr. Subba Rao opened the door.  Subba Rao looked at me from head to toe, and licked his lips looking at me standing at his doorstep.  Subba Rao and I have a little history.  Subba Rao was a bigger pervert than his pervert son Mohan Rao, Subba Rao was more like a Psycho.  Every evening while I used to teach Bharatnatiyam to the teenage girls of Military Quarters on the terrace, Subba Rao used to shamelessly enjoy watching our panties while we were jumping and circling around, sitting in the corner and pretending to find signals for his Radio.  He particularly enjoyed watching me reveal my panties while dancing and my boobs over my shirt.  Initially I hated Subba Rao for that, but after his wife, who was jealous of me that all the men in our Military Quarters were ogling at me, started gossiping about me to all the women in our Military Quarters and  I started to take my revenge by teasing her husband Subba Rao.

One day when I was practising Bharatnatiyam with my students, Subba Rao as usual came to ogle at me.  Realising that Subba Rao was already crazy about me and in order to make Subba Rao’s wife jealous, I decided to tease Subba Rao and make him go more crazy about me.  As Subba Rao started going to the corner and was hiding behind the wall and watching us, I started twirling faster and started teasing him nicely, giving him a full view of my panties inside my skirt and he was enjoying it.  I even noticed him watching my panty show and jerking off, and to tease him more, letting my students practise, I started going towards Subba Rao, and he quickly hid his cock inside his lungi.  “Mr. Subba Rao,” I exclaimed and smiled at him.  “Meena, madam,” he said with a smile.  “Just came here to say sorry for revealing my panties accidentally while practising, I know it's inappropriate and your wife had even complained to other ladies here,” I said in Tamil.  Since Subba Rao could speak Tamil, “just ignore my wife, Meena, she is an uneducated woman, she doesn’t know about the importance of preserving our South Indian Culture and dance forms.  Just don’t worry about revealing your panties while dancing okay?  It's not inappropriate, okay?” as he said in Tamil looking at my lips, I could clearly sense that he was totally horny.  “Thank you Subba Rao, I was worried if you found it inappropriate as well,” I said in a horny but innocent tone.  “Hey Meena, I did not find it inappropriate at all, as a matter of fact I was standing here and enjoying watching you, and when you accidentally revealed your panties, it felt cute,” he said.  While he was saying I accidentally looked at his crotch area and there was a tent in his lungi, as he was having boner.  “But your wife hates me revealing my panties, Subba Rao, from tomorrow onwards I will wear a longer skirt and make sure I don’t reveal my panties,” I said in a worried tone.  “No..!!” he exclaimed in a shocking tone.  “I mean, no, Meena.  My wife is an uneducated woman, uneducated women don’t wear panties here, only the educated women do.  Don’t wear long skirts and all, just wear the same skirt and dance, and don’t mind about revealing your panties.  It's a treat to watch you revealing your panties,” he said and his hand went directly over his cock on top of lungi.  “Thank you Subba Rao, thank you so much,” I said in an emotional tone and wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him.  Subba Rao could not believe his luck, “oh my God.!” he exclaimed and hugged me back, “mmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmm,” he started moaning as his cock inside his lungi brushed between my inner thighs over my skirt.  As he hugged me tight and let out a sigh of relief, I could clearly feel that he had cum inside his lungi, “thank you so much, Meena, thanks for the hug, made me feel so good,” he whispered.  As I broke the hug and smiled at him innocently, “I have to go back to the practice, we will talk later, okay?” I said.  “Meena, please feel free to come to my house any time, okay?” Subba Rao said.  “Your wife hates me, Subba Rao, I won’t come to your house, she will yell at me,” I said.  “Don’t worry about that stupid uneducated bitch, I know how to tame her, Meena, you please feel free to come to my house,” he said.  “I have to go to the temple tomorrow, I don’t know where a Temple is nearby,” I said.  “Don’t worry Meena, I will take you,” he said with a smile.  “What if your wifes doesn’t like you taking me to the temple? I am scared already, Subba Rao,” I said.  “Meena, don’t worry, like I told you I will tame her,” he said with a smile.  “I will come tomorrow, but if your wife disrespects me like always, I will never come to your house and I will never talk to you either,” I said.  “Agreed, come to my house and see tomorrow,” he said.  “Let's see,” I said with a smile and went to continue Bharatanatyam Practice.

The next day I decided to go to Subba Rao’s house. All I wanted to hear was Subba Rao yelling at his wife right in front of me, and I wanted to watch her cry out of jealousy while her husband took me to the temple.  Having my hot water shower, I towelled myself and wore my maroon colour panties and white colour bra, wore my black petticoat over my maroon colour panties and wore my matching yellow blouse to my Tale Green Chiffon saree over my white bra, and finally wore my Tale Green Chiffon saree and got ready to go to Temple with Subba Rao.  In the living room while a nice Romantic song was playing on the Radio, my husband was happily and passionately kissing my mom’s lips taking his own time.  Since we were new to the Military Quarters, my mom was staying with me without my dad to give me company until I got close to and got to know our neighbours, my husband was spending all his time at home enjoying my mom.  Though enjoying my mom right in front of my dad and making him jealous was my husband’s fetish, he was enjoying my mom alone happily without any complaints.  As my husband was happily hugging my mom and kissing my mom’s lips, “Mom, I am going to the temple, do you want to come?” I asked, totally realising that my husband won’t let her free.  “Meena, don’t you see your mom is busy with me?” my husband said, hugging and kissing my mom’s cheeks.  “Ram, I want to go to the temple,” my mom whispered, as my husband was busy kissing her cheeks.  “Let Meena go and come today, I will take you both tomorrow okay?,” he said to my mom and looked at me, “you Go,” he said and started removing my saree and began taking my mom towards the balcony, only in her blouse and petticoat.  Back then I did not know that he was taking my mom only in her blouse and petticoat to enjoy her right in front of Chandru, as making love while others watching and feeling jealous of him was his Fetish.

As I went to Subba Rao’s house, his wife answered the door, “what do you want?” she asked in Telugu, in a rather jealous tone, looking at me from head to toe as I was in my Tale Green chiffon saree wearing my saree slightly below my navel.  “Your husband invited me here,” I said in English, smiling at his wife, enjoying the feel of her jealous face.  “Invited you for what?” she asked.  “He is going to take me to the Temple,” I said, with a smile.  My smile was irritating her, “Meena, I know why you have come here, just leave my husband alone, bitch” she whispered in an angry tone in Telugu, and began abusing me with all the filthy words she knew in Telugu, thinking that I don’t understand Telugu.  “You have ruined my name enough in the Military Quarters, without knowing my other side, I am gonna make you suffer,” I whispered with a smile.  “Subba Rao..?” I called.  “Fucking bitch, I am not gonna let you do this, get of of my house,” as his wife began losing her temper, I started fake crying, Subba Rao came out of the room and began yelling at his wife, which was a treat to my ears.  “It's okay Subba Rao, I am going home,” as I said, wiping my tears and pretending to leave, “Meena, no, don’t go,” Subba Rao called.  “Get the hell out of here, Bitch,” his angry wife shouted in Telugu, which angered Subba Rao, who was crazy about me and did not want me to leave, as I told him that if his wife yells at me I would never talk to him.  “Never come back to my house again, Bitch,” as his wife started yelling at me again, and I started to cry and tried to leave, Subba Rao got angry and gave one tight slap on her cheek and took me to the temple.

In the temple, Subba Rao was looking upset, I took him to the corner where there was nobody, in order to calm him down, I hugged Subba Rao and kissed his lips nicely, Subba Rao liked my lips and began kissing my lips passionately, that’s when I noticed the Temple Priest was standing behind us.  “Subba Rao, the priest,” I said and broke the hug and wiped his saliva off my lips.  The priest was looking clearly horny after watching Subba Rao kiss my lips.  “Sorry Swamiji,” as Subba Rao said, “it's okay, where are you guys from?” the priest asked in Telugu with a Tamil accent.  “I am from Nellore District,” Subba Rao said, “and she?” the priest asked.  “She is from Tamil Nadu, Swamiji, your place,”  Subba Rao said in Tamil, making out from the priest’s accent that he was from Tami Nadu.  “How is she?” the priest asked in Tamil, which in a literal Tamil meaning, “How Good was she to enjoy?,” which Subba Rao being a Telugu guy did not understand, “she is fine, Swamiji,” he said in a casual tone.  “Do you speak Telugu?” the priest asked me.  “No, Swamiji,” I said in Tamil.  “I meant to say, how good is she to enjoy, man?  She looks delicious,” the priest said in Telugu, thinking that I don’t understand Telugu.  “Swamiji?!” Subba Rao exclaimed.  “I know you are not her husband and she is not his wife, and from her Mangalsutra it is clear that she has a husband, and the only purpose you are with her is to enjoy her.  Now tell me, how good is she to enjoy?” the priest said in Telugu.  Subbu Rao looked at me for a second, and thinking that I don’t understand Telugu, “Just now started to kiss her lips, Swamiji, there is a lot for me to explore and enjoy her,” Subba Rao said.  “How did you even get her, man, you are not that handsome, and she is drop dead gorgeous,” the priest said in Telugu.  “She is my neighbour, Swamiji, nobody knows Tamil in our surroundings, since I knew Tamil she got close to me,” Subba Rao said in Telugu.  “Good, bring her to temple regularly, okay?” the priest said.  “Sure Swamiji,” Subba Rao said.  “Look there is a private room there, you can take her there and enjoy her nicely, and if you don’t mind you can share her with me as well, not now, in the future,” the priest said in Telugu, in a horny.  “Sure, Swamiji,” Subba Rao said in a horny tone looking at the room the priest was pointing his finger at; it looked like Subba Rao liked the idea of sharing me with the priest.

“Looks like she would look amazing without her dress, man.  Have you seen her naked?” the priest asked in Telugu, looking at me from head to toe.  “Not yet, Swamiji, but I have seen her in her panties,” Subba Rao said.  “My God, how does she look in her panties?” the priest asked.  “Hot as Hell,” Subba Rao said.  “My God, you are such a lucky man,” as the priest exclaimed, “Swamiji, I can’t lift the 6 ft Lamp alone, it's too heavy,” one of the priest’s assistants said.  The priest immediately looked at Subba Rao, and asked him for help and readily Subba Rao went to help.

As me and the priest were alone and coming out from the corner, “What is your name?” he asked.  “Meena, Swamiji,” I said.  “By any chance are you a Brahmin?” the priest asked.  “No, I am an Indian,” I said in a strong tone.  “Meena, don’t get me wrong, non-Brahmin girls kissing in the temple is fine with me, and what is such a beautiful girl like you doing with an absolutely ugly guy like this guy, and kissing his lips?” the priest asked.  “He is just my friend, Swamiji,” I said.  “You kiss your friends on their lips?  You want me to believe that?  Look..! I know you are horny, and you are kissing him not because you like him, you are kissing him because you don’t know anyone here, and I can help you with that,” as the priest said, Subba Rao came back, and behind him another beautiful girl in Madisar Saree came along.  Clearly the priest did not like me kissing Subba Rao, so did I, but I had to kiss him in order to calm him down before he blamed me for the problem he has with his wife.

As the priest saw the beautiful girl in Madisar Saree following Subba Rao, she said something to him and the priest started rushing towards the exit of the Temple.  The temple was completely empty now, and the beautiful girl in Madisar Saree started coming towards us, “I have kept the Lamp inside,” Subba Rao said.  “Thank you so much for your help,” the beautiful girl, who looked almost my age said.  As Subba Rao was looking at her lips and blushing and talking to her, as if he was going to taste them, I started feeling jealous now.  “Subba Rao, shall we leave?” I said.  “Sure, Meena,” he said and looked at the beautiful girl in Madisar and continued talking to her and licking his lips and ogling at her lips, until she smiled at him and smiled at me and left the place.  Which made me totally jealous, “Subba Rao, I saw everything,” I said, putting my head down.  “What did you see?” he asked.  “I saw you ogling at her lips, as if you were going to taste her lips.  Is her lips better than mine?” I said taking my lips close to his lips out of jealousy.  As he opened his mouth to answer me, I started kissing his lips, offering my lips completely to him and he began kissing my lips back passionately.  While kissing my lips, Subba Rao got horny and began carrying me over his shoulders and took me inside the private room the temple priest pointed his finger at.

As Subba Rao took me inside that private room, which had nothing inside but a cot.  “Of course, whore, I like her lips, they look yummy and tasty, and she is hot as hell too, now let me see how tasty you are,” Subba Rao said in Telugu.  Though Subba Rao called me a Whore in Telugu, I was shamelessly getting turned on out of jealousy, and as he started removing my Tale Green Chiffon saree.  To prove to him that I am better than the girl in Madisar Saree, I helped Subba Rao remove my saree.  He removed my saree and I was only in my Black petticoat and yellow blouse.  As I tried to take my lips close to his lips to kiss his lips to prove to him that my lips and are better than hers, to my shock Subba Rao caught my throat and began squeezing my throat but strangely I started getting more horny and began closing my eyes and enjoying it and at the same time tears were flowing all over my cheeks.  “Remove your blouse and petticoat, Whore,” he said in Telugu and I nodded with tears all over my cheeks and before removing my yellow blouse, as his hands were still choking my throat.  Strangely the way he choking my throat and taking me in his control was making me horny; and at the same time the way I was jealous and somehow want to prove to him that I was better than her; and to add to that I just loved the way he was calling me a Whore in Telugu got me all excited and horny.

Watching me removing my yellow blouse and revealing my White Bra, “only pure Whores wear Bra like his here, Whore.  If the Telugu Heroes saw you, they would happily enjoy you in movies, Whore,” he said, loosening his grip over my throat.  As I started untying my Black petticoat knot, “look how nicely you have grown your boobs, Whore.  Wonder what you Tamil bitches eat at home,” Subba Rao said in Telugu, squeezing my boobs over my white bra.   As I removed my Black petticoat knot and let my petticoat fall on the floor and got off my petticoat looking into his eyes with tears all over my cheeks, and stood only in my white and maroon colour panties, “My God…!” Subba Rao exclaimed.  “Now tell me, who is better? Me or Her?” I moaned and tried to kiss his lips.  “Mmmmm… you want my lips, Whore?” Subba Rao exclaimed, holding my face and stopping me from kissing his lips.  He was literally teasing me totally capitalising on my jealousy.  “Remove your Bra, Whore,” he said in Telugu, and by the time I put my hands behind and started removing my white bra hooks and started removing my white bra off me, he took his clothes off and got naked.  As I looked at his cock, which was smaller than my husband’s, “you love my cock, don’t you, whore?” Subba Rao said, stroking his cock and looking at me standing only in my maroon colour panties.  When a Girl is horny, size, colour, girth, length of a cock, nothing matters, and all she would want is to have it inside her love hole.  “Come Whore, enjoy kissing my lips,” Subba Rao said and I almost ran towards him and wrapped my left arms around his neck and to please him, I started holding his cock and started kissing his lips to prove to him that I was the best.  Kissing my lips back passionately, Subba Rao began inserting his hands inside my panties from behind and began enjoying feeling up my naked ass cheeks.  “Mmmmmm…. Mmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmm,” he started moaning and brought his hand towards the front and started inserting his hand inside my maroon colour panties from the front and began grabbing my pussy.  “Mmmmm…. Hey Whore, you shave your pussy?” Subba Rao asked in Telugu, breaking the kiss and looking into my eyes and smiling at me.  “Yeah,” as I said, biting my lips and enjoying the feel of his hands playing and satisfying the itch which I was having all the while in my pussy.

As Subba Rao began fingering my pussy, “mmmm mmmmm mmmmm mmmm mmm mmmm,” I started to moan as the sound of my juices could be heard all over the tiny room.  “She is also a Tamil Bitch, and her pussy must be better than yours,” as Subba Rao said teasing me, I got more jealous and tried to kiss his lips but to my shock Subba Rao slapped my cheek hard, harder than how she slapped his wife, but shamelessly I was getting turned on, and I did not know what was happening to me.  “Just one kiss, Subba Rao,” I begged, I could not believe I said that.  “Mmm.. Wait.. Whore,” Subba Rao said and gave another slap on my cheek, but shamelessly I was getting turned on and was going back to him to get slapped more and get abused more.  Subba Rao calling me a Whore in Telugu so many times had made me feel like a Whore already, and I was already in his control now.  “Go on your knees, and beg me to fuck you Whore,” Subba Rao said, and like a command, I went on my knees only in my marron colour panties and looked at him.  Now beg me to fuck you, Whore,” Subba Rao said stroking his cock.  “Please fuck me Subba Rao,” I said joining my hands, begging him to fuck me.  “Get up, Whore,” he said and held my biceps and held me up and this time hugged me only in my maroon colour panties, and placed me on bed and started removing my maroon colour panties.  Spreading my legs, he looked at my clean shaven pussy, “My God, what a pussy you have Whore,” he said in Telugu, “it's all yours now,” I said in Tamil and pulled him on top of me and began kissing his lips and he started kissing my lips and began making love to me.  “Mmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm What a pussy you have Whore, your pussy feeling like heaven,” he moaned, sucking my boobs and feeling my pussy up with his cock and enjoying himself.  “Mmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmm,” as I was moaning and enjoying myself, “Subba Rao, tell me I am the best,” I moaned.  “Mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmm… first tell me you are my Whore, and your pussy belongs to me, and you belong to me in Tamil,” Subba Rao said moaning.  “Subba Rao, I am your Whore, and my pussy belongs to me, and I belong to you now, mmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmm,” I started to say in Tamil and moaned.  Subba Rao got excited and I could feel like he was about to cum as well.  “Mmmmm mmmmm aaaaa aaaaaaaaa aaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaa aaaaaa aaaaaaa,” as Subba Rao started to moan louder as he was about to cum, to encourage him to cum inside me, I hugged him tight, “Subba Rao, mmmmmmmmm I love your cock, I love the way you are enjoying my pussy, I love you Subba Rao, I love you mmmm mmmmm mmmmmmmmm,” as I began moaning in Tamil, he got excited and squeezing my boobs hard, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” he moaned and came all over my pussy and began taking his hands off my boobs and began kissing my lips, and I began kissing his lips back feeling his juices inside my pussy and cumming all over his cock.

As I was starting to enjoy myself and began to like Subba Rao forgetting the way he was treating me like a Whore, and was kissing his lips back sleeping under him, he started spitting inside my mouth, which I did not notice but I could feel his saliva filling my mouth and I started swallowing it thinking that it could be mine.  “Open your mouth Whore,” Subba Rao said in Telugu.  “Subba Rao?!,” as I exclaimed, he started choking my throat with both hands, and as I opened my mouth out of pain, Subba Rao started spitting inside my mouth, “Swallow it, Whore,” he shouted at me.  As I was refusing to swallow his spit, he took his right hand off my throat and gave me a tight slap on my cheek, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,” I started crying in pain and tried to get him off me but he was strong and I could not get him off me.  “Mmmmm…. Look I swallowed,” I cried and opened my mouth and showed him.  As I opened my mouth and showed him that I had swallowed so that he would get off me, he spat his saliva inside my mouth once again, “swallow it Whore,” he said.  “Take me home, Subba Rao please,” I started begging with his saliva inside my mouth.  “Swallow it, Whore,” he yelled at me again.  I had to swallow it because I did not know how to get back to my house and at the same time I did not want to scream and create a scene and embarrass myself in front of the priest and the girl in Madisar.  As I started to swallow his saliva, he sat on my boobs with his ass cheeks crushing my boobs, with his knees and thighs around my cock, and his cock near my mouth, “now suck my cock, Whore, then I will take you home,” he said.  “Subba Rao, promise me you will take me home after sucking your cock, only then I will suck,” I said, this time in a bold tone.  “How Dare you talk to me in that tone?  You are my Whore, just do what I say, Whore,” Subba Rao said and was about to slap me, to prevent him from slapping me I started grabbing his cock by my lips and began sucking his cock.  “Mmmmm… that’s it Whore, swallow my juices and sweat,” Subba Rao moaned, trying to dig cock deep inside my mouth.  Luckily for me his cock was wobbly and small, it did not go any deeper and I could just keep it in my tongue and taste it.  By this time I had made up my mind not to agitate and make him angry as the only best option I had was to listen to whatever he says and quietly go home and never see him again.  I tried to calm myself down and started sucking his wobbly cock taking my own time.  “You like me cock, don’t you, Whore?” he said in Telugu, and as I faked a smile at him with his cock inside my mouth, he pulled his cock off my mouth and got off me.  As I wiped his saliva off my mouth and got up from the cot and picked up my marron panties and began wearing my marron panties, “now go on your knees, Whore,” Subba Rao.  “You want me to suck your cock now, Subba Rao?” I faked a smile and put a pillow in front of him so that I could kneel and suck his cock and go home after that.  “No Whore, I am gonna pee inside your mouth,” Subba Rao said.  This was too much for me, “No, Subba Rao, no ….. I can’t do that … I am sorry… please take me home, please … please… please ….” as I started to beg, Subba Rao started grabbing me by my hair and forcing me to kneel down.  Since he was grabbing me by my hair really hard, I started crying in pain and was about to kneel down.  As he took his hands off my hair, thinking that I would kneel down, “No, Subba Rao,” I said and stood up, which angered him and kicked me on the chest and fell on the cot.  As I tried to take up, Subba Rao gave me a tight slap, and I went unconscious, and I could feel a man, who looked like the Temple priest hugging me in only in my maroon colour panties and carrying me and even kissing my lips, and I could even feel some lady wearing a nightie on top of me and take me somewhere.  After a while I could feel like I was in the bed and my boyfriend Gopal back in my village standing by my side and bending down and sucking my boobs, and inserting his left hand inside my panties and fingering my pussy, “mmmmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmmmmm” as I started to moan, he started kissing my lips and continued fingering my pussy with his left hand inside my panties.  I started enjoying myself and began kissing his lips back nicely, “mmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm ummmh mmmm ummmh …. Ummmh….” I began kissing his lips and began moaning and enjoying myself as I was about to cum.  As he began vigorously fingering my pussy with his left hand inside my panties and I was enjoying kissing my lips, he started playing with my boobs with his right hand, “mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm,” I moaned, kissing his lips passionately and squeezing his right hand gently which was squeezing my boobs.  I could not take it any longer and as I was about to cum, he dug his middle finger deep inside my pussy, “aaaaa aaaaaa aaaaaa aaaaa aaaaaaaaa aaaaa aaaaa aaaaaaaaa,” I moaned and started cumming all over his middle finger and tried to relax holding his right hand.  As I opened my eyes gently, to my shock I was holding a middle aged guy’s hand and he looked like a doctor, and I was in the Hospital.  “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…!” as I screamed and covered myself and sat on the bed, the girl in Madisar whom Subba Rao was ogling at came inside with a glass full of Apple juice.

“She just woke up, let her take a rest,” the guy in a doctor coat said to her.  “No, who is this man, he tried to misbehave with me,” I said looking at the girl in Madisar.  “Don’t worry about her, she just woke up from unconsciousness,” as he was telling softly and calmly to the girl in Madisar, I clearly felt his lips kissing my lips, his right hand feeling up my boobs, and his middle finger fingering my pussy, and as I casually looked at his left middle finger and he looked wet with my juices.  “We will have a Vaginal examination now and check if she got raped or anything and then send her home,” as the doctor was saying, “No, just take me home, please,” I begged the girl in Madisar.  “Okay, relax, drink this first,” the girl in Madisar gave me a glass full of Apple juice to drink.  As the doctor left the place and I was drinking the juice, “my name is Jaya, I am the Temple priest’s wife, we found you unconscious in our Temple’s Changing room, only in your panties, and we wore some clothes on you and brought you here.  Now tell me who you are, where you live, and we will take you to your house,” Jaya said.  Though I told Jaya about my name and where I live, I did not tell her what happened to me and who this to me.  As she dropped me home and left, I lied to my mom and husband that I fainted and fell due to Sun Heat, and did not tell them what happened.  When my dad came and took her to our village and I was alone at home, I so badly wanted to tell my husband and make him punish Subba Rao for literally raping me, realising that it was me who showed my panties to Subba Rao and teased him first; it was me who hugged Subba Rao first; it was me who kissed Subba Rao’s lips in the Temple; it was me who go naked for Subba Rao; it was me who begged Subba Rao to fuck me; I decided to forget this incident as a bad dream tried to move on.  As I was about to get into depression, Jaya started visiting my house almost daily, and started changing her dress from Madisar saree to normal Saree in my bedroom and began taking me out and started showing the Hyderabad City around.  We both went to Movies, Circus, Shopping, and started having fun totally forgetting about Subba Rao.  Though Subba Rao tried to talk to me several times, I totally ignored him.

Meanwhile my husband was openly ogling at Jaya everytime she came home, which she did not mind.  Chandru started getting close to my husband, and when my husband introduced me to Chandru, we started becoming good friends until my husband kissed my lips in front of Chandru in our Balcony and teased him up nicely.  Though I was surrendering to my husband’s fetish of making other men, in his case Chandru watch him romance me and feel jealous of him, I started liking Chandru and started enjoying the way he was going crazy about me.  When Jaya shared with me about how she teased a local wealthy Marble Quarry owner who had come to visit their temple, and how he went crazy looking at her navel and boobs in her blouse and kept on visiting the temple regularly just to check her out and how she was teasing him up nicely every time he came; I started sharing about my Chandru, how he has been crazy about me and how I have been teasing him.  Jaya and I became very good friends.

Just like Jaya did not mind my husband ogling at her, I did not mind her husband, the Temple Priest ogling at me everytime I went to the temple to meet Jaya.  Though Jaya was as beautiful as I was, her husband ogling at me kind of made me feel special, and started enjoying all the attention I used to get from him.  Since he knew about my affair with Subba Rao, he always believed that he had a chance with me and was openly flirting with me while I used to wait for Jaya to get ready and come.  Only when he started telling me how beautiful my boobs were when he hugged me only in my maroon colour panties and carried me, and how yummy my lips were to kiss while he was hugging me only in my maroon panties and kissing my lips, I realised it was not a dream.  As the horny priest began telling me how he was enjoying kissing my lips, which were way better than his wife’s lips, I started feeling proud and happy, as Subba Rao insulted me saying that Jaya’s lips were better.  Now that Jaya’s husband himself had kissed both her lips and my lips confessing that my lips are better than his wife’s lips, I was happy.  Realising that I was in a good mood, the temple priest looked around and made sure nobody was watching and asked for a kiss, and as I agreed, he started kissing my lips nicely and only stopped kissing my lips when he heard his wife coming out.

Everytime I went to the temple to take Jaya out, and I waited for Jaya to get ready, the cheeky tempe priest used to take me to the corner where I kissed Subba Rao on his lips and kissed my lips nicely and felt me up nicely and sent me with his wife.  Today while Jaya and I were changing in my bedroom, and I was still changing, “Alright, get dressed, I will wait for you outside,” Jaya said and smiled at me and went out and closed the door.

As I opened the door and saw what she was doing, Jaya was casually looking at my husband and Chandru talking to each other from their respective balconies.  When my husband saw Jaya and smiled at her, she smiled at him and started going towards him to the Balcony.  “So, where are you guys going, Jaya?” my husband asked.  “Taking Meena with me to buy some bras and panties for me, Ram,” Jaya said casually.  Women never tell random men about their undergarments, and definitely never tell men that they were going to the undergarment shop to buy undergarments, but Jaya was purposely telling my husband to tease him.  “If you don’t mind, can I come with you, Jaya?  I always wanted to buy bras and panties for you,” my horny husband said.  Since Jaya was horny teasing my husband, “you can come with me some other time, okay? Not now,” Jaya said in a horny tone.  “Any time Jaya, any time,” as my husband whispered in a horny tone and went near her, “okay Ram, I am getting late already, I have to go okay? Take care,” Jaya said and casually wrapped her arms around my husband and gave him a hug.  My horny husband quickly grabbed her opportunity, quite literally and hugged Jaya tight, “take care, Jaya,” he said and planted a kiss on Jaya’s cheek.  “Ram, what is this?” she exclaimed with a smile, wiping my husband’s saliva off her right cheek, taking her right hand off him, and still hugging him with her left hand.  The smile was a green signal for my husband, and as he smiled at Jaya and started kissing Jaya’s lips, she gave a couple of kisses back to my husband’s lips and only then broke the kiss, “you are naughty, Ram,” she said and wiped his saliva and pushed off gently and started running inside.  Clearly she was trying to take over my man, just like I took over her husband.

As I was at Subba Rao’s doorstep now, “Come Whore, I know you will come,” Subba Rao said and took me inside.  “I believe you have come for this,” he said showing me the film Camera Roll.  “Subba Rao, please give it to me,” I begged.  “If I give it to you, what will I get in return?” he asked.  “How much money you want, I will give it to you, Subba Rao, please,” I begged.  All this while he was talking to me in Tamil.  “I don’t want money, I want your pussy, Whore,” he said in Telugu.  Subba Rao had clearly trapped me now, “Subba Rao, you already had me, and as a favour for having me, give me the Camera Roll please,” I begged.  “Go to the bedroom and get ready for me Whore, I will have you and then give you the Camera Roll,” he said, casually and turned around removing his shirt buttons.  He clearly knew that I would do anything for the Camera Roll, and I clearly knew in order to get the Camera Roll I had to sleep with him.  The positive side was I had already slept with him and I know how small his cock is, but the negative side was he was abusive and violent.  As I went to his bedroom and stood there in my light yellow Saree and matching light yellow blouse, I was mentally preparing myself to sleep with him.

Subba Rao entered the bedroom naked and locked the door from inside.  Since I have seen him naked, it was not a surprise to me, but he was looking uglier than last when he sexually used me and abused me.  “Let's finish this off quickly, Subba Rao, my husband is waiting for me,” as I said and tried to remove my light yellow saree, “relax Whore,” Subba Rao said in Telugu and hugged me.  As I reluctantly hugged him back with my arms around his neck, “Subba Rao, please be gentle this time,” I said in a begging tone, as the last thing I wanted was to be treated like his slave, like he treated me the last time.  “You want me to be gentle, Whore?” Subba Rao asked in Telugu, being naked and hugging me and kissing my cheeks softly.  The way he was calling me whore in Telugu was shamelessly getting me horny, and I started hugging him back rather freely this time.  “Yeah Subba Rao,” as I whispered, closing my eyes, “we will do it in a Romantic way, shall we, Whore?” he whispered near my ear.  As long as he was not being violent and abusive, I was fine with him enjoying making love to me, that was the state of mind I was in at the moment.  “Thank you, Subba Rao,” I whispered as he promised that he won’t be abusive.  “Thank me after cumming inside pussy, Whore, not now,” he whispered, kissing my ear and feeling up my ass cheeks over my light yellow saree.  By this time I had made up my mind to enjoy myself, and as that was the only best option I had to get out of this trap.  As I closed my eyes and began hugging Subba Rao naked and feeling his naked body against me, “I saw the Temple Priest’s wife going to your house, she was looking hot in her pink saree, and with yummy lips.  Can you arrange her for me,” Subba Rao said, hitting my ego and making me jealous.  “Why do you need her, when you have me, Subba Rao,” I said and held his face.  “Am I not hot enough for you to enjoy?  When you made love to me last time, you enjoyed me didn’t you?” I asked out of jealousy and planted a kiss on his lips.  “But there is something about the priest’s wife,” Subba Rao said, teasing me.  “Subba Rao, don’t do this to me, I know you love me and you are just upset with me that I am not showing my panties to you during dance practice and also upset with me that I am not meeting you often and letting you enjoy me, but I am here for you now, right? Just enjoy yourself, it is me all that you want, not anyone else,” I said and took him into complete embrace.  

“You have so much lust for me and were controlling yourself all this while, Whore?” he asked in Telugu and looked into my eyes, and I smiled at him to keep him under my control and not let him think of Jaya.  I was so jealous of Jaya now that I started hating her even though she was my best friend, and at the same time I started loving Subba Rao even though he abused me and slapped me and left me unconscious.  I was loving Subba Rao so much at that moment that I so badly wanted to share all the lust that I had in me with Subba Rao to stop him from thinking about Jaya.  “Yeah Subba Rao, I was controlling myself all this time, and I love you so much,” I said.  “I know you love me whore, now take your saree off,” he said.  “Sure,” I said and happily began removing my light yellow saree for Subba Rao.  As I was pulling out the saree pleats which I had tugged to my petticoat, “you don’t mind calling you a “Lanja” which means a Whore, right?” he asked.  “No Subba Rao,” I said with a smile and removed my light yellow saree and gave it to him and stood only in my light yellow blouse and yellow petticoat.  But I did not tell him that calling me a Whore in Telugu makes me feel horny so that he would not call me a whore when he meets me next time thinking that I like him calling me a Whore.  “I know, Whore.  How did you and that whore become friends?” as he said and gestured me to take my blouse and petticoat off, to change the topic of Jaya, “I like being your Whore, Subba Rao, I love you so much,” I said out of jealousy and began removing my light yellow blouse and revealed my boobs in my white Bra  As I began removing my yellow petticoat knot and removed my yellow petticoat and got off it and stood only in my White Bra and dark blue colour panties.  Grabbing my boobs over my white bra, “mmmmmmmm… Remove your bra, Whore,” he said and I put her hands behind and removed my bra hooks and removed my white bra completely off me and stood only in her dark blue colour panties.  Looking at my boobs, “My God..! I wonder what you Tamil Bitches eat to have boobs like these,” he said in Telugu and began holding my waist and began sucking my boobs.  As he mentioned the word Tamil Bitches, I clearly know it would have reminded me of Jaya as well, as last time my boobs reminded him and Jaya’s.  “Speaking of Tamil Bitches, Meena, can you arrange the Temple Priest’s wife for me?  Ever since I saw her lips up close I have been crazy about her.  I know you both bitches have become friends,” Subba Rao said, taking his mouth off my boobs and playing with my boobs with both his hands, making me more jealous of Jaya.  “When you have my lips to enjoy you don’t need anyone’s lips, Subba Rao,” I whispered looking at Subba Rao’s lips and began kissing Subba Rao’s lips totally ignoring the strong smell of onion and garlic coming out of his mouth, and sucking and kissing his dark, dry, and cracked lips due to smoking.  “Mmmmmmmm….. Love my lips, don’t you whore?!” he exclaimed looking at me.  Though I clearly did not like the feel or taste of his lips, “Mmmmm… I love it,” I said, so that he would not talk about Jaya’s lips.  “How are my lips, Subba Rao, you like them don’t you?  My husband always says my mouth smells great, and my lips taste sweet,” I said smiling at him.  “Of course Meena, your mouth smells great and your lips taste sweet, and your friend’s lips look yummy as well, and I am pretty sure that Tamil Bitch’s lips would taste yummy as well,” Subba Rao said. Which I could not deny as Jaya and I have kissed each other’s lips and I was pretty sure any man who gets to kiss her lips would enjoy kissing her lips.  “But I like your lips a lot, Meena, because you are my Whore, because my Whore is the best Whore in the world,” as Subba Rao said and hugged me only in my dark blue panties crushing my naked boobs against his bare chest, and his erect cock hitting my panties, “thank you so much, Subba Rao,” I whispered and started hugging him back with my arms around his neck.  “Take off your panties and get naked, Whore, I want to enjoy your pussy now,” as Subba Rao said, like a crazy girl, started removing my panties and got naked and smiled at him.  

I was so horny that I clearly did not know why.  I mean Subba Rao abused me and slapped me and left me fall unconscious and left the place; Subba Rao always disrespected me; Subba Rao always calls me a Whore, Subba Rao was one of the ugliest man I have ever been this close with; Subba Rao’s cock was one of the smallest cocks; Subba Rao was definitely not the kind of man even in my wildest dreams would have wanted to sleep with; just to make him punish his wife for spreading false rumours about me I teased him and bit.  I could not believe that Subba Rao calling me a Whore was turning me on; I could not believe that even after Subba Rao abusing me and leaving me unconscious, I am liking him; I could not believe that a girl like me after getting disrespected so much by Subba Rao I am not hating him; I could believe that I was getting turned on every time Subba Rao calls me a Whore; even after all this I could not believe that I was actually in Subba Rao’s bedroom now and removing my panties and standing naked in front him horny and excited to enjoy myself letting Subba Rao making love to me.  It was all because of my Jealousy, to prove to Subba Rao that I was better than Jaya, my lips are better than Jaya’s, my pussy was better than Jaya’s, and I am the better girl to sleep with and enjoy making love to than Jaya.

“Get on the bed Whore, it's time to fuck you,” as Subba Rao said, shamelessly I started blushing and got excited and slept on the bed.  As Subba Rao slept on top of me, I shamelessly began kissing his onion and garlic smelling mouth and dark, dry, and cracked lips and began telling him how much I am enjoying kissing his lips.  “I know you love my lips, Whore, and you are gonna love my cock as well,” he said and started spreading my lips and began inserting his cock inside my pussy and started making love to me.  As I closed my eyes and arched my head back and began to shamelessly enjoy myself totally forgetting his looks and how he trapped me and got me till here, Subba Rao, while in cock inside my pussy and making love to me, was sucking my boobs one after the other.  “Mmmmmmm… nothing like sucking the boobs of Tamil Bitches,” he moaned.  Quickly realising the word Tamil Bitches would remind him of Jaya, and would start talking about Jaya, “mmmmmm…. Nothing like kissing your lips, Subba Rao,” I moaned and started kissing his lips.  “Mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmmm mmmm,” as he was moaning enjoying my pussy and getting his lips kissed by me nicely, he started filling my mouth with his saliva, and I began shamelessly swallowing his saliva and surprisingly tasting and swallowing his saliva was making me more horny and I was enjoying tasting every drop of his saliva.  “Mmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm….. I am gonna cum … Whore…. I am gonna cum inside your pussy Whore….,” as Subba Rao started moaning, I started hugging him tight and began kissing his cheeks as I was about to cum as well.   “Mmmmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmm,” as Subba Rao continued moaning loud, I could feel that he was about to cum, and I was getting ready to have an orgasm as well, as I could feel a strong orgasm build up already.  “Mmmmmmmmmmm Subba Rao, mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm,” I started to moan and hugged him tight and shamelessly began kissing his cheeks and got more shameless and started enjoying myself to the core and began telling him that I love him so much.   “Mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmm…. Do you really love me Whore…. Mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm?” he moaned.  As I helplessly horny and excited and was about to cum, and the moment I held his face and said, “I love you so much, Subba Rao,” looking at his lips and began kissing his lips, “aaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” he moaned and squeezed my boobs hard and came inside my pussy and hugging him tight kissing his lips nicely I came all over his cock.

As Subba Rao was totally resting his body on top of me and I was just letting him sleep on top of me and take rest, and was putting my hands behind and trying to relax, all of a Sudden Subba Rao began choking my throat.  “Subba Rao …. No,” I tried to scream, but I couldn't, but I clearly realised that this psycho was getting ready to be violent and abusive to me.  Now that he has the Disposable Camera with him which had pictures of me and Chandru, he would definitely blackmail me and go violent and abuse, I had no other choice but to flee.  As Subba Rao, like last time tried to sit on top of my chest and slap me and make me suck his cock, I slapped him hard and pushed him off me and picked up my clothes, including my dark blue colour panties and white colour bra, I began running out the bedroom to the bedroom and locked the bedroom door from outside.  As he was screaming and yelling at me to open the door, I started ignoring him and began to put my clothes back on.  As I was completely naked, with Subba Rao’s juices flowing all over my thighs, I picked up my dark blue colour panties and as started putting one leg after the other inside to wear my panties and by the time I had lifted my dark blue colour panties till my knees, a flash of light appeared in front of me.  To my horror, it was his son Mohan Rao, and he clicked the picture of me naked holding my dark blue panties at my knees, and as he tried to run out of the house, wearing my dark blue panties quickly I started running only in my dark blue panties and caught him from behind.  “Give me that,” as I said and snatched the Disposable Camera from him, and all of a sudden he started hugging me only in my dark blue panties and began carrying me towards the bedroom door where I had looked his dad up.  Mohan Rao, though was a teeanger, was too strong for me and I could not fight him at all, especially with a Camera in one hand, and I could literally feel that I was in Mohan Rao’s control and at second he would get close to the bedroom door and open the door and release his dad Subba Rao out and trap me once again.  That’s when I realised even Mohan Rao is a pervert like his dad and lusts me just like his dad, “Mohan, take me to your bedroom and enjoy me,” I said.  “Aunty?!  Are you sure?” he exclaimed and stopped walking and stood hugging me only in my dark blue colour panties.  “I am, Mohan,” as I whispered and started kissing his lips nicely, he started trusting me and began kissing my lips and all of a sudden started inserting his hands inside my dark blue panties from behind and began feeling up my ass cheeks.  “Mmmmm…, let's do it in your bedroom,” as I said, “are you sure I can enjoy you, Aunty?” as he asked, with his hands inside my dark blue panties and feeling up my naked ass cheeks.  “Yes,” as I nodded, all of a sudden, with his hands inside my dark blue panties and feeling up my naked ass cheeks, he began sucking my boobs.  “Mmmmmmm,,,” I moaned without my knowledge and held his face.  Though my idea was to quickly lure him to his bedroom and lock him inside his bedroom just like I locked his dad, the way Mohan was enjoying sucking my boobs was kind of turning me on.  “Mmmmmmm… My dad was right, Aunty, you Tamil girls have nice boobs and are yummy to taste.  Saw your friend’s boobs while you were leaving down, my dad thinks your friend’s boobs are better than yours, Aunty, and her lips are yummier than yours,” as Mohan said referring to Jaya’s, I got so jealous.  “You like her lips and mine, be honest,” I said in a jealous tone looking at Mohan and holding his face, stopping him from sucking my boobs.  “Yours Aunty, of course, your lips are the best.  Ever since I lifted your skirt and grabbed your ass over your panties and kissed your lips while you were coming out from Bharatanatyam Practice in the dark, I have been crazy about your lips, Aunty,” he said looked at my lips, with his hands still inside my dark blue panties and grabbed my ass cheeks.  “I think your lips are the best compared to your friends, Aunty,” as he whispered and began kissing my lips, I began kissing Mohan’s lips passionately as a gift for telling me that my lips were better than Jaya’s.

Though I was letting Mohan Rao kiss my lips nicely, and was letting him feel up my ass cheeks with his hands inside my dark blue colour panties, I was in two minds whether to push him off and run away or let the poor guy who think I am better than Jaya have a little fun with me.  “Mohan, open the door,” as Subba Rao shouted, “Dad, I am coming,” Mohan Rao said and tried to free himself from me and go to open the door.  “Mohan..!” I exclaimed and held his hand, preventing him from opening the door and letting his dad out.  “Take me to your bedroom and have me first and then open the door,” I said.  “Aunty, it was Dad’s idea to take pictures of you with other men, and make you come here so that I can blackmail you and fuck you right in front of him.  If I open the door and let him watch me fuck you, he will be so proud of me watching me fuck you,” Mohan Rao said, revealing the father-son duo’s plan in the flow.  Now that I know their plan, I had my plan clear, that was to take Mohan Rao to his bedroom and lock him up inside just like I locked his dad Subba Rao and escape from this place with the Disposable Camera.  “Are you sure you want your dad to watch us making love?” I asked.  “Yes, Aunty,” as Mohan said, “let's have a quick rehearsal in your room and then you can bring your dad to watch us, okay?” I said, dangling my boobs gently, and walking towards Mohan’s bedroom swaying my ass in my dark blue panties.  Watching me Mohan got horny and licking his lips, he started taking off his clothes and was only in her underwear.  As Mohan started going towards the door and I was beginning to get scared that he would open the door, “Dad, 2 mins, I will be right back,” he said and smiled at me and removed his underwear and started running towards me naked with an erect cock.  Surprisingly Mohan Rao’s cock was bigger than his dad’s.

Mohan Rao came near me naked, and took the Disposable camera from me and kept it in the showcase, right next to where the Camera Roll his dad was blackmailing with, and as he was about to take me inside his bedroom, I started kissing his lips and at the same time began stroking his cock.  Feeling my hand stroking his cock, Mohan Rao started inserting his hand from the front of my dark blue panties and began fingering my pussy.  For a moment I got horny and started enjoying myself as he was kissing my lips nicely and fingering my pussy, but quickly snapping out of it, I pushed him inside his bedroom and tried to lock the door from outside.  Since Mohan Rao was stronger than me he opened the door and came out hugged me only in my dark blue panties and began carrying me over shoulders towards his dad’s bedroom to fuck me right in font of his dad.  As Mohan Rao opened the lock and about to take inside his dad’s bedroom and I was helplessly about to scream, Subba Rao’s wife came at the right time and pushed her son Mohan Rao inside and locked the door.  “Get dressed, Meena, both father and son have been lusting for you since the beginning,” she said and started helping me wear my white bra.  “Thank you so much, Akka,” as I said, “No, thank you, for not telling everyone in our Military Quarters how perverts my husband and son are,” she said.  “Meena, promise me you will not tell anyone about what my husband and son did to you, please.  My family’s honour is in your hands,” she started begging, joining her hands.  “I won’t, I promise Akka,” I said and wore my petticoat, blouse, and saree and went to my house, took the Disposable Camera and the Camera Roll right next to it and left the place.

By the time I reached my house, and my husband opened the door for me, Chandru had already left and Jaya was in Bathroom taking a shower, and my husband was acting sweet to me and was making coffee for Jaya in the Kitchen, making me feel suspicious.  As I went to our bedroom, the bed was full of jasmine flowers which Jaya had pinned to her hair, and it was crystal clear that that bitch had clearly slept with my husband.  Though I used to open the door slightly so that my husband can watch her change and enjoy all this while, after Subba Rao made me feel jealous of Jaya, I started hating Jaya now.  As I came out of the bedroom, to my shock Jaya had finished having her shower and was towelling herself with my white towel, and my husband was watching her towel herself inside the Bathroom, “you were Amazing on bed Jaya, thoroughly enjoyed making love to your pussy.  Yours is the best pussy I have even had,” my husband said.  “What about your wife’s pussy?  Meena has a wonderful pussy as well,” Jaya said towelling her underarms and boobs, teasing my husband.  “But your pussy is the best,” as my husband said, I almost started crying out of Jealousy.  As she was towelling her pussy and teasing her husband, I could not watch it any more and started going towards the Balcony and began crying looking at the Rain.  By this time my husband had already told Jaya that I was back, and Jaya quietly went to my bedroom and wore her pink chiffon saree and pink matching blouse and went towards the Balcony.  “What took you so long?” she asked, as if nothing happened.  “Nothing, was just talking to our neighbour,” I said, wiping my tears.  “Why are you crying, dear?”as she said and tried to wipe away tears, “it's just Rain, Jaya, you wanted to buy Bras and Panties for you right?” I asked.  “Yeah,” she said.  “It's raining, how are we going to go in this Rain?” I asked.  “Meena, I was telling you about Srinivas Reddy the Marble Quarry owner, right?” she said.  “Yeah,” as I said.  “I was telling you that he is crazy about me,” as Jaya started saying, “yeah, I know that Jaya.  What is it about him now?” I asked.  “Guess what, he has sent his driver here to take us shopping, isn’t that wonderful?” she exclaimed with a huge smile on her face.  “How did he know that you were here?” I asked.  “He had kept a guy to follow me and help me if I needed anything, which I never knew until today,” Jaya said.  “Let's go, Meena,” Jaya said.  “Wait, let me have shower and come,” I said and had my hot water shower, and wore my brand new brown colour panties and new white bra, wore a brand new pink petticoat over my brown panties, and just to make myself feel better than Jaya, I wore a brand new pink chiffon saree pinker and beautiful than Jaya’s and a matching pink chiffon saree blouse and got ready and went with Jaya.

Jaya and I picked up umbrellas each and left our house, as the rain was pouring outside Jaya and I decided to quickly get to the Bus Stop Shelter which was empty with just a white ambassador car parked next to it.  I started lifting my saree along with my petticoat near my knees and started tiptoeing fast towards the Bus Stop shelter in order to make sure the rain water does not ruin my new saree and petticoat.  As I reached the Bus Shelter and began folding the umbrella and began adjusting my saree looking at Jaya who was coming slowly making sure not to fall down.  Since I ran in an uneasy way, the new brown panties I was wearing inside my saree got all bunched up and caught between my ass crack, and were rubbing against my asshole and my pussy, as my panties were tight.  At the same time my saree got mixed up all well.  As my saree rose up along with my petticoat and covered my navel and rest touched my blouse, I started pulling my saree and petticoat down revealing my navel and resting my saree and petticoat at the right area.  Since the wind was heavy, it had brushed away my pallu a bit, which was good enough to reveal my left boobs in my pink blouse.  As I turned around, facing my back towards the White Ambassador, to avoid the heavy wind hitting my boobs hard and making my pink saree pallu fall, to my shock an old beggar without his legs was sleeping under the Bus Stop Shelter bench and was jerking off watching my navel.  As I turned around in disgust, the driver from my White Ambassador was licking his lips, drooling all over my navel and my slightly exposed left boobs in my pink blouse, and I quickly covered my navel and boobs with my pallu and turned my face aside.  That’s when Jaya came to the Bus Stop shelter and stood next to me, and all of a sudden, the driver came out opening a big umbrella and opened the back seat Car door and a man who must be in his late 40s or early 50s got down in his white shirt and white pants with gold rings all over his fingers, started coming towards us with his driver holding the big umbrella from behind.  For a moment I realised even he, just like his driver, must have been watching me adjust my saree and ogling at my navel through his tinted car window.

As he came towards us, I went a step behind, and all of sudden, “Oh My God..!! Sir, you came as well?” as Jaya exclaimed looking at the guy in white shirt and white pants, I could realise that he was the Marble Quarry owner Srinivas Reddy whom Jaya kept telling me that was crazy about her.  “I can’t believe you came in this pouring rain to help me, Sir,” Jaya said, and she kept on talking to him, his driver’s eyes were all over my boobs over my pallu and I started adjusting my pallu to make sure I am not revealing one bit to the pervert.  Since my pink saree pallu was see through, my navel came to his full view, which I could not do anything to stop him to watching, therefore in the name of picking up something from my purse, I turned and the handicapped beggar started watching my navel and jerking off with a torn blanket over him.

That beggar reminded me of a homeless man in Chennai.  When my mom and I went to Chennai for Shopping; just like today, it was raining on that day, and as we took shelter under a Bus Stop, there was a homeless and a handicapped guy sitting in the corner and was jerking off watching my mom’s ass in her saree.  “Mom, there is a guy in the corner, watching your ass and playing with his cock,” as I said to my mom, she turned around casually and looked at him, and looked at me, “Let him play with his Cock, Meena, probably this is the only pleasure he has in his poor life,” my mom said and gently adjusted her saree over her ass cheeks so that the homeless man could get excited more and cum.  As I watched him cum watching my mom adjusting her saree over her ass, I noticed him joining his hands and thanking my mom, which my mom did not notice.  As I whispered to my mom that he was thanking her by joining his hands, “this is also a kind of help, Meena,” she whispered.  “Mom, what if he attacks you?” I whispered.  “He is handicapped Meena, we can easily run away from him,” my mom said casually.  As our bus was approaching, my mom even went towards him and helped him with some change and he was so thankful to her, “God Bless You, and your family,” he said and my mom smiled at him and came towards me smiling and we got into the bus.  That day my mom looked like a hero to me.

Similarly now, as I was turning around and pretending that I was searching something from my purse and giving full view of my navel to the beggar who was watching me and jerking off.  As I looked at him, he got scared and covered himself with his torn blanket.  Feeling sorry for him, and realising that he was scared to look at me, I turned around showing my ass in saree to him, just like my mom did in Chennai.  As I turned around, the driver’s eyes were all over my navel, which as I tried to ignore and look his boss Srinivas Reddy to my shock he was looking at my lips and ogling at my lips, and Jaya who was talking to him was beginning to feel jealous of me as her guy was was ogling at my lips.  For a moment I started enjoying the jealousy Jaya was having about me, and I loved it.  Probably Srinivas Reddy was ogling at me all this while and Jaya did not like it as she was jealous and therefore she did not bother to introduce Srinivas Reddy to me.  “It's okay, and this is your friend?” Srinivas Reddy asked, looking at my lips and licking his lips.  “Yeah, Sir, this is my friend Meena,” Jaya said.  Jaya clearly did not like him ogling at my lips and that’s what I wanted.  Usually I won’t shake hands, but just to make Jaya jealous, “hello Sir,” I said and extended my hand to shake his hand, and Srinivas Reddy held my hand.  The way Srinivas Reddy held my hand, I could clearly feel like he wanted more than my hand.  Though I wanted to break the handshake, Srinivas Reddy was happily holding my hand and feeling up my soft hand, which annoyed Jaya.  “Shall we go, Sir?” Jaya said in a jealous tone and faking a smile at me, and at the right time the wind blew harder, drifting my pink saree pallu fly aside and I quickly broke the handshake and held my flying pallu, but not until I revealed my boobs in my pink blouse to srinivas Reddy and his driver for a good couple of seconds.  Srinivas Reddy and his driver were licking their lips and were enjoying the view.  “Let’s Go, Jaya, before the wind removes your friend’s saree fully,” Srinivas Reddy said and we all started laughing, but Jaya.  As Srinivas Reddy started taking us inside his car, I realised amidst all this I totally ignored giving the better view of me to the beggar so that he can watch me and jerk off, “one second,” I and went near the handicapped beggar, and took my change from my purse, “I will show you more next time, okay?” I whispered in Tamil, which he clearly probably did not understand and got inside the Car.  As I was about to sit in the back seat, “Meena, you sit next to the driver,” jealous Jaya said.  As I was about to sit next to the driver, “Jaya, it's better you sit next to the driver because only you know the place, and you can show directions to the driver,” Srinivas Reddy said and made Jaya sit next to the driver and sat next to me in the back seat.  “Jaya has told me a lot about you, Meena.  I thought you were some middle aged woman, and I was surprised to see you this young and beautiful,” Srinivas Reddy said in Telugu.  “She is really beautiful Sir, so beautiful that I couldn’t take my eyes off her,” the driver said in Telugu.  Jaya laughed out of jealousy, “she doesn’t speak Telugu, Sir,” she said.

As Srinivas Reddy began talking to me in his broken Tamil, jealous Jaya started laughing.  “Is my Tamil that bad, Meena?” Srinivas Reddy asked.  “You are just fine, Sir,” as I said, he placed his left hand over my right hand, “thank you, Meena,” he said.  By the time he finished telling me about his business and stuff, “this building,” Jaya said and pointed at a Shopping Complex.  As the driver parked the car in the basement.  “Sir, you wait here, Meena and I will Shop and be right back,” Jaya said and tried to get down from the car.  “Let me join you guys,” Srinivas Reddy said.  “Sir, it's ladies stuff we are going to buy,” as Jaya said, “oh, then okay,” Srinivas Reddy said.  As Jaya was trying to get down, “what are you guys going to buy?” Srinivas Reddy asked in a soft tone.  “Undergarments Sir,” I said and tried to get down from the car.  “Shall I come with you, Meena?” as Srinivas Reddy whispered and held my hand, “come later, Sir, or else Jaya will get upset,” I whispered with a smile and went with Jaya.

Jaya did not even speak a word with me and straight away went to the Undergarment Shop.  The undergarment shop was a small shop, with an attached trail room, and there were only two people, the owner, who looked like a middle aged man and a sales girl.  As Jaya started selecting from the variety of bras and panties, I started talking to the salesgirl in broken Telugu mixing with English, and she was telling him that she is from a poor family,  Srinivas Reddy came inside along with his driver.  Looking at Srinivas Reddy, the owner got scared, “Reddy Sir, can’t believe you are here.  Thank you for gracing this small with your presence. Sir,” as the owner said.  “They are my friends, and I am gonna pay for whatever they buy,” Srinivas Reddy said.  “Sure Sir.. Sure,” the owner said.  “Sir, you don’t have to pay for me,” as Jaya said.  “Anything for you, Jaya,” as Srinivas Reddy said, she started blushing and began selecting the undergarments.  As Jaya selected some bras and panties, “the trail room is there, Madam,” the sales girl pointed her finger towards the trial room.  As Jaya picked up all the undergarments she selected and went to the trial room, “Meena, you are not buying anything for you?” Srinivas Reddy asked in Tamil.  “No Sir, my brand is different,” I said.  “My God.!! I knew she was branded Bitch, Sir,” as the driver exclaimed in Telugu.  “Hey,” he said looking at the driver, and looked at the owner, “take your sales girl and wait outside,” Srinivas Reddy said in Telugu, to the owner.  As the owner started to leave his shop with his salesgirl, “close the door and wait outside,” Srinivas Reddy said, and as the salesgirl was about to leave, “you stay,” the driver said and made the salesgirl say.  The sales girl went and sat in the corner and started folding the bra and panties and keeping them inside the boxes.  “Meena, if you don’t mind, can you tell me what brand you use?” Srinivas Reddy asked softly.  “For a sexy bitch like her, any brand will suit Sir.” the driver exclaimed in Telugu.  “Pigeon Brand, Sir,” I said.  “My God, look at her lips, Sir, the whore is already driving me crazy,” as the driver said “Whore” in Telugu, it reminded me of Subba Rao, and the driver using the word “Whore” in Telugu to refer to me started making me feel horny.  “You are wearing a Pigeon brand bra inside this blouse, Meena?” as Srinivas Reddy asked looking at my blouse, “look at the Whore’s boobs, Sir, wanna remove her blouse and look at her bra now,” the driver said.  The driver calling me a “Whore” in Telugu, was getting me horny, “Yes, Sir, it's Pigeon,” I said to Srinivas Reddy.  “Are you wearing your panties inside, Meena?” as Srinivas Reddy asked, I could already feel that Srinivas Reddy was horny already, “My God, Sir, I can’t believe you are asking this Whore if she is wearing her panties inside.  Ask the Whore to remove her panties and give it to me, Sir,” the driver commented in Telugu.  “Yeah, Sir,” I am wearing my panties inside,” I said.  “My whore, I love you so much, can you remove your panties and give it to me?” the driver, who was crazy about me, asked me in Telugu.  “What is he saying, Sir?” I asked Srinivas Reddy, pretending that I did not understand Telugu.  “Nothing, Meena, just ignore him,” as Srinivas Reddy said, “sure Sir, I will ignore him,” I said and smiled at the Driver, but back inside I was horny, horny because of the way he was calling me a Whore in Telugu, just like Subba Rao used to call me and turn me horny.  “Ignore me all you want, Whore, but you can’t stop me from lusting for you, because you are the kind of Whore I always want to enjoy,” the driver said, looking at me with lust filled eyes.  Clearly the driver wanted me really bad, and he had started having a boner in his pants already.  “She is the kind of girl I always wanted to enjoy, Ramana,” Srinivas Reddy said in Telugu, looking into my eyes.  “Sir, spare this Whore for me, looks like the whore is born for me to enjoy,” the driver said looking right into my eyes and I was shameless enjoying their conversion and was getting turned on because Ramana the driver was calling me a Whore in Telugu.  “Ramana, I will enjoy her pussy and give it to you, and then you can enjoy her pussy,” Srinivas Reddy said in Telugu, which Jaya could probably have heard and slightly opened the trial room, “Sir?!” she called.  “Yes, Jaya,” as Srinivas Reddy turned his head around and said.  “Can you help me with wearing my bra?” Jaya said in a horny but a jealous tone.  Clearly she was jealous that Srinivas Reddy was going crazy about me.  To tease Jaya, “Jaya, shall I help you with your bra?” I asked.  She gave me a nasty look, “Sir, are you coming or not?” she said in a strict tone.  “Go have her, Sir, spare this Whore for me, I want to have this Whore really really bad,” the driver said in a desperate tone looking at me from head to toe.  The way the driver was going crazy about me was driving me crazy already and I was shamelessly getting my panties wet for him.  The more he was calling me a Whore, the more I was getting weak and despite his unattractive looks I was enjoying the looks he was giving.  “Meena, I will be right back okay?  We have a lot more to discuss and a lot to share, I am liking you already,” as he was saying, “Sir?!” Jealous Jaya called as she could not take him being crazy about me.  To make her more jealous, “I like you as well, Sir,” I said, which angered Jaya.  “Sir, ask the Whore, if she likes me as well,” as the Driver said, making me more horny.  “Meena, Ramana wants to know if you like him as well,” as Srinivas Reddy said, “Yes, I think I like him, he seems like a nice guy,” I said casually in Tamil.  “What is he whore saying about me Sir?” as the Driver asked, “She said she likes you, Ramana,” as Srinivas Reddy said, “my God, I knew the whore would like me Sir, like I said, this Whore is born for me to enjoy,” the driver said looking at my lips and licking his lips, as if wanting to kiss my lips.  The driver calling me a whore several times had made me horny and I shamelessly began enjoying the way the driver was lusting me.  As the driver was busy lusting me in my saree from head to toe, Jaya who was jealous already could not take it any more, realising that the owner was not there, she came out only in her blouse and petticoat and literally pulled Srinivas Reddy inside the Trial room almost stepping on the Salesgirl who was sitting quietly on the floor.

The moment Jaya took Srinivas Reddy inside, we could hear the sound of Jaya and Srinivas Reddy kissing each other.  “Wait Whore,” as the driver said and began running towards the Trial room to watch them, to the driver’s and my shock, the salesgirl was bending down and leaning forwards and licking her lips and enjoying watching Jaya and Srinivas Reddy kissing each other inside the trial room.  As the Salesgirl saw the driver coming, she quickly got up, “Mmmmm… enjoying yourself watching them?” the driver said and hugged her and almost carried her inside the Trial Room.  “Sir, sorry Sir, please let me go,” the Salesgirl begged, but the driver hugged her really tight and carried her inside the Trial Room.  “What is it, Ramana?” as Srinivas Reddy asked, “this little girl was watching you guys and enjoying herself,” Ramana said, trying to kiss her lips.  “Take her out and have fun, then,” as Srinivas Reddy said, the driver started carrying her out of the trial room hugging her tight, and Jaya herself came in her petticoat and bra and closed the Trial Room door from inside giving me a nasty look.  “Please let me go sir, I am not married, don’t spoil me before marriage,” as the salesgirl begged the driver, I had no other choice but to save the poor girl.  I quickly went towards the Driver who was hugging her girl, “Ramana, please let her go,” I said in my broken Telugu, and peeled her off him.  “Get out of here now,” as I said to the salesgirl, “not until I have your pussy,” the driver exclaimed and grabbed the sales girl's hand.  “Ramana, if you let her go, I am gonna let you have mine,” I said and started removing my pink chiffon saree pallu off my pink blouse.  As the driver was looking at my boobs in my blouse, “she is not married, don’t spoil her life, I am married, let her go and have me instead,” as I said and removed my pink saree completely off me, and stood only in my pink blouse and pink petticoat.  “Are you sure, Whore?” the driver asked.  “Yes, only if you let the girl go, Ramana,” I said.  “If you want me to let her go, take off your blouse and petticoat, Whore,” the driver said.  In order to save the girl from him, and as I was horny as well after the driver kept calling me a Whore in Telugu all the time, I began removing my blouse hooks and removed my pink blouse revealing my white bra I was wearing inside.  As I stood only in my white bra and pink petticoat, the driver was licking his lips watching my boobs in my white bra, “mmmmm.. Nice boobs you have got there, Whore.  Can’t wait to suck them; and yummy navel as well,” he said looking at my navel.  “Come on remove your petticoat as well, Whore,” as the driver said, I started removing my petticoat nada and removed my petticoat revealing my brown panties which I was wearing inside.  

The moment the driver saw my panties had rolled up and got wedged between my ass crack, and saw me adjusting my brown panties, he could not control himself and let the girl go and started coming towards me.  As I watched the girl thank me joining her hands with tears all over her cheeks and running out of the shop closing the door, the driver came towards me and hugged me in my white bra and brown panties.  “Sacrificing your pussy for her pussy, Whore?” the driver asked in Telugu, and began kissing my cheeks, “you can say that,” as I started to say that in my broken Telugu, the driver removed my white bra hooks from behind and hugged me again, letting my white bra hang on me loose.  “My filthy Whore, is your pussy ready for my cock?,” as the driver asked me in a cheap language, it got super horny, “mmmmmmm,” I moaned near his ear and hugged him tight and planted a kiss on his cheek.  I could already feel my pussy wet and could also feely my new brown panties getting wet with my juices.  Clearly he knew that I was in his control, “hey Filthy Whore, all you have to do now is to just shut up and let me enjoying fucking you, understand Whore?” he said in Telugu, and began hugging and carrying me with my white bra hanging loose over my shoulders and in my brown panties.  As I was horny, “I understand,” I said, “remove your bra and panties and get ready for me Whore,” he said and started pulling all the clothes that were on the shelf down on the gap between the table and the shelf, making the floor like a bed and turned around and began to get naked watching me take off my white bra.  As he got naked and I was only in my bra panties, “what a Whore you are, bitch, you are the Whore I always wanted to enjoy,” he said and started grabbing my boobs and began kissing my lips.  Since I loved him calling me a Whore and Bitch, and was horny, I started kissing his lips back enjoying the feel of him playing with my boobs.  As he began squeezing my boobs harder, “mmmmmmmmmmmmm,” I started to moan, “aching, Whore?” he asked and all of a sudden carried lifting me with his hands over my ass cheeks on top of my brown panties and began, and his mouth came close to my boobs and began enjoying sucking my boobs.  “Mmmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmm,” as I started moaning, and all of a sudden he turned around and placed me on the bed he created out of clothes, and knelt next to me and began grabbing my brown panties and began removing my brown panties off me, and threw my panties away, and all of a sudden began burying his face between my legs and began eating my pussy.  “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmm … oh my God….!” I moaned, enjoying his mouth all over my pussy and his tongue trying to enter my pussy.  As he started fingering my pussy, and kissing my clit and sucking my clit paraelly, since I was horny, I could not take it any more, “aaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaa,” I moaned and wrapped my thighs around his neck and came all over his mouth.  “Oh Sorry, Ramana… I am sorry,” as I exclaimed breathing heavily and loosened my legs and took my face near him and held his face.  “It's okay, Whore,” he said and started kissing my lips with my juices all over his lips and slept between my legs and inserted his cock inside my wet pussy and began making love to me.  “Mmmmmm….. You have such a wonderful Pussy, Whore, mmmmmmmmmmm,” as the driver moaned enjoying my pussy, I started kissing his lips and began enjoying his cock making love to my pussy.  “Mmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmm, how is my cock, Whore?” as he moaned and asked squeezing my boobs, “just love you cock, Ramana, I am enjoying it fully, mmmmmmmmmmm,” I moaned and began kissing his lips.  “Mmmmmmm mmmmmm, mmmmmmm.. Whore, mmmm hey…..mmmmm.. What a wonderful lips you have got there, Whore,” as he moaned and moaning complimenting my lips and enjoying my pussy, I could feel like he was about to cum, and I was about to cum as well.  The moment he started hugging me tight and began digging his cock deeper and deeper inside my pussy, “mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm,” I moaned as I was to cum.  “Mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmm aaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaa,” as he was moaning and was scout to cum, the moment I hugged him back tight and squeezed his cock with my wet pussy and kissed his cheeks, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” he moaned and began cumming inside my pussy and I started cumming all over his cock and let him rest on my boobs.  “You are the best girl I have ever fucked in my life,” he exclaimed with a smile and began sucking my boobs and I smiled at him and began letting him suck my boobs.

Though the driver was done cumming inside me, I wasn’t done with the lust I had for him.  Being his Whore for a good 10 minutes and enjoying myself felt something special to me as he was the first guy to make me cum twice.  He started to put his clothes back on and I was wearing my brown panties and white bra, he hugged me in my white bra and brown panties, “thank you for your pussy, Whore, the best pussy I have ever had in my life,” he said and as he brought his lips towards my lips and kiss my lips, and I closed my eyes to get my lips kissed, “wear your saree quickly whore, before Reddy Sir finds out,” he said and broke the hug and picked up my pink petticoat, pink blouse, and pink saree and gave it to me.  Watching me wearing my pink petticoat over my Brown panties; watching me wear my pink blouse over my white bra; and watching me wear my saree and folding my saree pleats to tug inside my petticoat from the front, “if I was not married, I would have happily married you and got you pregnant by now, Whore,” the driver said, forgetting the fact that I can understand Telugu.  As I was still horny and the heat was still on, “and for the way you made love me, I would have happily got pregnant for you, and had your babies in my tummy, Ramana,” I said in Tamil, knowing that he wouldn't understand.  As I was done wearing my saree and looking at the mirror and adjusting my pallu, the driver came behind me and hugged my waist from behind resting his head over my shoulder, “look how ugly I look compared to you, you are light skinned and I am dark skinned,” he said.  “It doesn’t matter, Ramana,” as I whispered in Tamil, out of lust, “making fun of my skin complexion in Tamil?” he whispered in Telugu and planted a kiss on my cheek.  “No my love,” I said in a horny tone in Tamil and turned my head towards his cheek and gave a kiss on his cheek and smiled at him, and he smiled at me and began kissing my lips, hugging my waist from behind tight feeling up my ass cheeks against his crotch area.

That’s when Jaya and Srinivas Reddy came out, and we got inside the car.  This time Jaya made Srinivas Reddy sit in the back seat next to him, and I had to sit next to the Driver.  The whole time Jaya did not talk to me at all, she clearly hated me, and me being as egoistic as she was, did not even try to ask when she was not talking to me, and I knew the reason, and that is Jealousy.  As it was still raining outside, the driver stopped at the Temple where Jaya was supposed to get down, “Ramana, do one thing, drop Meena and come back and pick me up, I will stay with Jaya,” Srinivas Reddy said.  “Okay, Sir,” the driver said and opened the umbrella, and tried to get down to open the door for him.  “No Ramana, give me the umbrella,” Srinivas Reddy said and got down from the car and opened the door for Jaya and held the umbrella for Jaya and started escorting her inside the temple.  Jaya was walking with pride showing me off that she had made Srinivas Reddy her slave.  “Fuck you, Bitch,” I said to myself looking away from her and towards the driver.  As the driver started the car, he looked at me, “why are you upset, Whore?” he said and held my chin with his left hand and pulled my face close to him and began kissing my lips, as I began kissing his lips back, a bus behind us started honking, and the driver started the car and began moving.

“If I was Srinivas Reddy and had to choose between you and her, I would have chosen you, because you are so much better than her, looks, taste, feel, lips, boobs, pussy, you are the perfect Whore.  You know that, Bitch?” the driver said in Telugu, and looked at me.  Though he was calling me a whore and bitch, Ramana telling me that I was better than Jaya gave me a happy feeling and as I smiled at him, he grabbed my feet and started placing my feet over his thighs, which made me rest my head and upper body on the tinted window.  Since it was raining, nobody could see me from the front.  Driving with his right hand, he looked at my feet and began admiring my feet and looked at me, “mmmmm.. Nice feet you go there, Whore,” he said and began sucking and licking my toe.  “Mmmmmmmmm,” I started to moan as I was ticklish and at the same time was making me horny, as he was the first man to suck my toe.  “Mmmmmmmm…. You like it don’t you, Whore?” he said.  “Mmmmmm….” as I moaned and smiled at him biting my lips, he began inserting his left hand inside my saree and petticoat and began feeling up my thighs, which made me more horny, “mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm,” I began moaning closing my eyes.  Watching me enjoying myself, he stopped the car and began lifting my saree along with my petticoat about my waist and looked at my pussy over my brown panties.  As he spread my legs and began bending down and started kissing me all over my inner thighs, “mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm,” I started to moan, as my pussy was ready for his cock.  “Oh My God…. Oh My God…!,” he was curing himself, and so badly wanted to remove my panties and make love to me.  As he grabbed my brown panties, “Whore, I need time to get my erection back,” as he exclaimed, “it's okay my love,” I said in Tamil and held his face and kissed his lips, understanding that he had already cum inside my pussy.  That’s when the Bus behind us honked and the driver started moving the car and I sat properly.

As the Bus Stop Shelter where he picked me up neared, he stopped at a good 100 feet distance from the Bus Stop Shelter, “I have to take U turn here, or else I have to go to that end and come back,” he said and opened his umbrella and opened the for me and held the till the Bus Stop Shelter.  As he escorted me till the Bus Stop Shelter and stood next to me under the empty Bus Stop shelter, “thank you, Ramana,” as I said.  “Mmmmm… thank you, Whore, for you pussy,” he said and began hugging me and kissing me all over my neck, making me horny, “mmmmmmmmmmm,” as I moaned biting my lips.  As I turned my head towards the side, I saw the same beggar sleeping under the Bus Stop Shelter bench and was jerking off watching me getting me hugged and nicely kissed all over my neck.  Letting the beggar watch me and jerk off, I began hugging the driver back and began kissing his lips and he began kissing my lips passionately.  While I was kissing the driver’s lips, I got so horny that I badly wanted a cock inside me, “mmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmm, take me somewhere and fuck me, please,” I started begging the Driver in my broken Telugu.  The moment the beggar heard me moan and beg the driver to take me somewhere and fuck me, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,” the beggar moaned softly and started cumming.  Ignoring the beggar, “I can’t now, I have already cum,” this time the driver said in an apologetic tone, and that’s when a bus which was behind his car started honking.  “Meena, I have to Go, Sir will be waiting for me,” he said and tried to leave me.  I was so horny that I was in no mood to let him go, “Ramana, wait,” I whispered and tried to make him stay, but as the bus honked once again.  “I have to go, Whore, let me go,” he said and almost pushed me off and took his car and took an U turn and left the place.

I was so horny and so badly wanted a cock inside me, and by the time I decided to go home and masturbate and relieve my sexual tension, the bus which kept on honking at our car, stopped right in front of the Bus Stop Shelter.  “Tamil Ammayi…!,” the conductor called with a smile, and got down from the bus and came and stood next to me.  “Balaraju..!” as I exclaimed with a smile.  “Saw you in the car and we kept following you, was the bastard trying to misbehave with you?” the conductor asked.  “No, he is just my friend’s driver, and he was dropping me,” as I started telling him, “Oh I missed you so much, Tamil Ammayi,” the conductor said and started hugging me.  Since I was already horny and wanted a cock inside me, “I missed you too, Balaraju,” I said and hugged him back.  “I have been stopping the bus here daily three to four times a day, just to see, but unfortunately you never turned up,” the conductor said.  “Ever since I kissed your lips and removed your panties, I have been crazy about you, Tamil Ammayi, I love you so much,” he said and hugged me tight, and planted a kiss on my cheek.  Noticing the beggar watching us, “come let's get inside the bus and talk,” the conductor said.  “Balaraju, I have to go, my husssss” as I was about to say, “mmmmmmmmmm,” he moaned looking at my lips and began kissing my lips and carried me inside the bus hugging.  “Venkatadri, take the bus under the Big Banyan Tree,” the conductor said to the Driver.  “Balaraju, no, I have to go home,” I said.  “Please Tamil Ammayi, if I let you go now, I will never get this chance.  Please, we will make it fast I promise,” the conductor said, and began kissing me all over my neck, and the driver was biting his lips and watching me get hugging and kissing all over my neck, and driving the bus.  “Balaraju, please, stop, I have to go home,” I begged, looking at the driver who was ogling at me, but back in my mind I was horny and was enjoying myself, and badly wanted a cock inside me.  “Please…,” he begged and tried to kiss my lips.  “Alright, just kiss my lips and take me home, okay?,” as I said, the driver parked the bus under a Big Banyan tree which was deserted and empty.  “Okay, let's kiss first,” he said and started kissing my lips, “mmmmmm…. Just kiss, nothing more than that, okay?” I said, acting innocent.  That’s when the driver started coming towards me and the conductor who was about to kiss my lips.  As the conductor started kissing my lips and I started kissing his lips back and at the same time was looking at the driver with my half closed eyes, he had pulled his cock out of his pants already and was stroking his cock.  Since I was horny and badly wanted a cock inside my pussy, and the level of horny feeling I had, I did not mind even having the driver’s cock, which looked dark and dirty inside my pussy.  

“Balaraju, it's my turn, move,” as the driver said, stroking his cock and peeled the conductor off me and tried to hug me.  “Venkatadri, you too?!” as I exclaimed, “please Tamil Ammayi,” he begged and started kissing my lips and at the same time made me hold his cock with my right hand.  The driver’s mouth was stinking like anything, but holding his cock in my hand and feeling it grow was making me horny, and I began ignoring his stinking lips and began kissing his lips passionately.  Like a gift for making me hold his cock, as badly wanted a cock all this while.  “Enough Venkatadri?” I whispered, breaking the kiss, but still holding his cock.  “This is the first time I am kissing a beautiful lips like your, Tamil Ammayi,” as he said in an emotional tone, I smiled at him, secretly enjoying stroking his cock gently with my right hand and holding his chin and planting two more kisses on his lips.  As I was about to finish planting the second kiss on his lips, “Enough Venkatadri, it's my turn now,” the conductor said and forcibly pulled the driver away from me, which angered the driver who was enjoying me playing with his cock, and started fighting with the conductor.  “She is my Tamil Ammayi, Vekatadri, get out of here, she is only for me,” the conductor, who had already removed his shirt and was only in his underwear said.  “Balaraju, this is too much, as if she is your wife,” the driver said and began removing his shirt and pants, and stood naked, as he was not wearing his underwear inside, and his cock was erect already due to my hand stroking it.  As the driver was about to fight with the conductor, “Venkatadri, No..!” I exclaimed and hugged the driver naked.  “Venkatadri, Balaraju loves me, please don’t fight with him,” I said.  “He loves you? He is married, and has two daughters,” the driver said.  “And he is married, and has three daughters,” the conductor said.  “And I am married too, and I don’t want you guys to fight because of me,” I said.  “Venkatadri, I saw her first, I should have her first,” the desperate conductor said.  “Let her decide, man.  Tamil Ammayi, tell me who you want, Balaraju, or me?” the driver said, quietly placed my hand over his cock.  The situation I was in, I needed a cock inside my pussy really bad, and since I had cock in my hand, literally, “I will go with you first,” I said and started stroking his cock and kissing his lips.  For a moment I started feeling sorry for the conductor, and gestured with my eyes to the conductor to come to me, letting the driver enjoy kissing my lips.  As Balaraju came towards me, “Balaraju, don’t get me wrong on this, okay,” as I began consoling him for choosing Venkatadri over him first, at the same time playing with Venkatadri’s cock, Venkatadri began removing my pink saree and was removing my pink blouse as well, revealing the white bra I was wearing inside.  As Venkatadri struggled to remove my last blouse hook, “it's okay, Tamil Ammayil, I understand you,” the conductor said and began helping the driver remove my last blouse hook.  Only the conductor helped the driver remove my last blouse hook, the driver started removing it off me fully, and I stood only in my white bra and pink panties, stroking the driver’s cock and looking into the conductor’s eyes.  “You can remove her petticoat, if you want, brother,” as the driver said in a compromised and soft tone, “it's okay brother, you remove her petticoat,” the conductor said.  As the driver removed my pink petticoat nada, it fell on the floor, making me stand only in my white bra and brown panties.  In the name of helping me get off my petticoat, the conductor hugged me only in my white bra and brown panties and began carrying me to the last seat.

As the conductor was hugging me in my white bra and brown panties, and kissing my lips, “it's okay brother, you have her first,” the driver said and started removing my white bra hooks from behind and removed my white bra off me.  As I was only in my brown panties now, watching the conductor remove her underwear and get naked, the driver, who was naked, started hugging me in my brown panties and began kissing my lips.  As I started stroking his cock and began kissing his lips back back passionately, the conductor, who got naked now, went behind me and started grabbing my brown panties and began removing my panties and got me naked.  “My God… I can’t believe this is happening,” the driver exclaimed, hugging me naked and placing me on the back seat and sleeping on top of me, inserted his cock inside my pussy and began making love to me.  Just like I was enjoying the car driver Ramana’s cock inside me, by hugging Ramana, I started enjoying the bus driver Venkatadri’s cock inside me by hugging Venkatadri and letting him enjoy my pussy.  “Mmmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmm,” as I began moaning.  “My God….. mmmmmmm… full thanks to you, Balaraju, it is because of your efforts I am getting to enjoy this Tamil Ammayi,” he said in Telugu.  “Venkatadri, ever since I saw her running in her saree with her boobs jiggling all over, I knew she was a Whore, man,” Balaraju said in Telugu, which turned me on, “hey don’t say that I am a Whore,” I said, as if I did not like him calling me a whore.  “Then what are you, my little Tamil Whore,” he said in Telugu and knelt next to the seat where my face was, and began kissing my lips.  As I held the conductor’s face and began kissing his lips back, “mmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm,” as I moaned kissing his lips back, and getting my pussy enjoyed nicely by the driver with his cock filling my pussy fully and at the same time with his hands all over my boobs.  “I know you were a Whore ever since I saw you, Whore, you are my kind of a Whore, that’s why I love you,” as the conductor began moaning and kissing my lips, the conductor calling me a Whore in Telugu was driving me crazy.  “Mmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmm,” I began moaning loud enjoying myself and out of pure horniness, I began squeezing Venkatadri’s cock with my pussy lips, and he couldn’t control anymore, “aaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” he moaned came inside my pussy and got off me, and the conductor who was kissing my lips and waiting for his turn to have my pussy, quickly slept on top of me and hugged me naked.  As he was inserting his cock inside my pussy, “I have been waiting for this moment for so long, Whore,” Balaraju said and began inserting his cock inside my pussy and began making love to me.  “Mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm,” as I was moaning with his cock inside my pussy, and holding his face, “I always knew you were a Whore, bitch, that’s why I risked everything and kept following you all the way to your house.  If I had stayed there any longer, you would have let me have your pussy, just like you let me have your black panties, won’t you, my little Tamil Whore?” as he said in Telugu, I got excited and could feel a strong orgasm buildup already and was about to cum at any moment.  “Mmmmmmmmmmm…. Yeah, Balaraju, if you had stayed longer, I would have taken you to my house and let you have my pussy and just like I let you have my Black panties,” as I moaned, “mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmm aaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” Balaraju started to moan loud and I could feel that he was going to cum.  “Mmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmm mmmm,” I was moaning.  “Mmmmmm…. Mmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm I gonna cum… mmmm mmmmmI love you so much…. My little Tamil Whore,” as Balaraju started moaning loud, “I love you too, Balaraju,” as I said and began kissing his lips, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, and I hugged him tight and came all over his cock, squeezing his cum oozing cock with my pussy lips, taking every bit of his semen inside my pussy.

As we all got dressed, and the driver started the bus and took an U-turn and to drop me at my Bus Stop, and the bus was about to reach my bus stop, “sorry for calling you a Whore, Tamil Ammayi,” Balaraju said and started hugging me in my saree.  “It's okay, Balaraju,” I said and tried to break the hug as the driver stopped the bus at my bus stop, and tried to get down.  “Tell me your name and go,” as Balaraju grabbed me by my waist and turned me around to face him.  “My name is Meena, but to you, I am always your Tamil Ammayil,” I said and kissed his lips and started getting down from the bus in the pouring rain and began running towards our Military Quarters Gate.  By the time I reached the gate, my pink saree was totally soaked and my white bra and brown panties could be seen clearly.  Watching me totally soaked in rain revealing my white bra and brown panties, the two Army security guards who were opening the gates, in the name of being concerned about me, “madam, you are totally soaked, why don’t you come to our tent and dry your saree and go,” one Army security guard.  “Your white bra and brown panties are wet as well, why don’t you come to our tent and remove your bra and panties and dry them and go?” the other Army security guard said.  Ignoring the horny Army security guards, as I started running in the pouring rain, with pink saree, pink blouse, and pink petticoat totally soaked in rain, and even my white bra and brown panties totally soaked in rain, out of nowhere Chandru came running in the rain and hugged me and carried me to his house, made love to me removing my wet pink saree, wet pink blouse, wet pink petticoat, my wet white bra, and wet brown panties.  While making love to me, I made sure Chandru enjoyed me to the fullest and kissed him nicely and sent him to Sri Lanka to join the IPKF.

End of Part II

Regards

Novelist Casanova