It was another ordinary day after teaching the young pupils of the government school. I have been working there for the past 5 years. I decided to take a crowded bus home. I was dressed in my cute yellow sleeveless kurti. It showed a hint of cleavage and a pair of tight leggings that hugged my curvy figure.
As a mature, voluptuous woman in her 30s, I knew exactly how to dress to show off my assets. I could still maintain a respectable image as a teacher. I got on the bus and made my way to the middle. I had no choice but to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with several men going home from work.
From habit, I subtly adjusted my stance. My ample ass was presented conveniently for groping. It was a game I played frequently. Acting the innocent wife and mother while secretly craving and enjoying the anonymous hands that would grope me in the crowded buses.
And if I was really lucky, make advances and lead to a discreet affair. As the bus lurched forward, I felt a hand on my ass, giving a firm squeeze. Smiling to myself, I slid my eyes back to see who it belonged to. Two chapri young men in their early 20s stood behind me.
They were hardly able to contain their lecherous grins. I maintained an impassive expression. But inside, my pussy was already tingling with anticipation. The hand continued its exploration, squeezing and groping my juicy buttocks.
I didn’t resist, going along with the molestation. Then, to my surprise and delight, I felt a second hand on my chest, cupping and kneading my large breasts through the thin fabric of my kurti. A muffled groan escaped my lips before I could stop myself.
“Get off at the next stop if you want to have some fun,” a husky voice whispered in my ear. My body shivered at the low timbre and promise of pleasure. As if on auto-pilot, I followed his instructions. I stepped off the bus at the next halt, leaving behind shocked stares and furtive glances.
The two young men joined me a moment later, flashing me flirtatious smiles. I got my first proper look at them. They were actually ‘chhapri’ boys with bleached golden hair and colourful clothes. “Follow us,” the one who had groped my breasts said.
He was already walking off down a narrow, deserted lane. I hesitated for the briefest moment before deciding what the hell. I was chasing after them, my heels clicking on the rough pavement. We walked for about 10 minutes, leaving the commercial bustle behind and entering a more rural area.
The young men led me to a small ramshackle hut set off from the road. I eyed it warily but allowed them to usher me inside. My heart was pounding with a heady mix of nervousness and excitement. The interior was bare except for a mattress thrown on the earthen floor.
Another young man looking similar to the first two lounged on it, eyeing me like a hungry wolf.
“Strip,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
With a deep breath, I stepped out of my sandals and peeled off my kurti. I then shimmied out of my leggings. I stood before them, clad only in my lacy bra and panty, my voluptuous body on full display.
They made approving noises, their eyes raking over me hungrily. “Fuck, you’re hot,” one of them breathed.
I smiled coyly, enjoying the attention. “Why don’t you boys show me a good time then?” I purred.
They surged forward, crowding me. Lithe, youthful hands roamed my body, squeezing and stroking every inch of exposed skin. I moaned wantonly, arching into their touch. Soon, my bra and panties joined my other clothes on the floor, leaving me completely bare.
“Damn, look at those tits,” the one who had been lying down said reverently, coming forward to cup the heavy globes in his hands. “You lactate?”
I nodded as he lowered his head and drew a nipple into his mouth, suckling like a babe. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure, shooting straight to my core. Another mouth latched onto my other nipple. I cried out at the dual stimulation, my pussy clenching and dripping.
They suckled me for long moments, their mouths and tongues worshipping my sensitive breasts. Then one of them stepped back, stroking his hard cock. “Suck it,” he ordered, his eyes glittering with lust. I dropped to my knees, opening my mouth obediently.
He slid his thick shaft past my lips and began to fuck my face with shallow thrusts. The salty taste of his pre-cum bloomed on my tongue. Moaning around him, I began to bob my head, taking him deeper with each pass.
The other two knelt on either side of me, offering their erections. I took them into my free hands, stroking them in time with the cock pumping in and out of my mouth. They groaned and panted above me, their hips thrusting into my fists.
After a few minutes, they pulled away, leaving me gasping and jerking my own neglected pussy. “On the bed,” the first one ordered, already stripping off his clothes. “I’m gonna fuck that juicy cunt.”
I crawled onto the mattress, spreading my thighs in wanton invitation. He settled between them, rubbing the swollen head of his cock along my slick slit. I keened and thrust my hips up, trying to take him inside. With a grunt, he obliged, slamming forward to bury himself to the hilt in my tight channel.
“Oh fuck yes,” I wailed, my back arching off the bed. He set a hard, fast rhythm, pounding into me with the single-minded focus of youth. I met his thrusts eagerly, my nails scoring down his back as I urged him on.
One of the others crawled up my body to slide his cock into my mouth. I sucked him down greedily, my cheeks hollowing as I worked him with lips and tongue and throat. The third man knelt by my head, offering his balls for me to lick and suckle.
They used me like their personal sex toy, passing me from one to the other. They were fucking my holes in a blur of cocks and cum. They spit-roasted me, drilling my pussy and mouth simultaneously. I was a moaning, babbling mess, my body shuddering on the verge of climax after climax.
At some point, I found myself on my hands and knees, my ass in the air. “Gonna fuck this tight hole,” a voice growled behind me. I shivered, my anus clenching in anticipation.
I felt the wet slap of spit on my asshole, then the pressure of a cockhead pushing past the tight ring of muscle. I cried out at the burn, my body instinctively trying to clamp down. But he persisted, working himself deeper with short thrusts.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” he grunted, finally bottoming out. I panted harshly through my nose, trying to adjust to the intrusion. Then he began to move, sawing in and out of my ass with brutal strokes.
The pain-pleasure was intense, bordering on too much. But as a fresh cock slid into my mouth and another rubbed against my clit, the pain transmuted into pure ecstasy. I was lost to sensation, a mindless creature of lust, taking their cocks in every hole.
They used me for hours, their youthful stamina seemingly endless. My body was a wet, aching mess, stuffed full and dripping with their cum. Finally, with a chorus of guttural groans. They finished, releasing their last loads down my throat and into my battered holes.
I lay boneless on the bed as they dressed and let themselves out, not sparing me a backward glance. I didn’t care. My orgasm-drunk brain barely registered their departure. I drifted off for a while, my body too used and sated to move.
When I came to myself again, the sun was setting outside the small window, painting the sky in lurid oranges and reds. I roused myself with an effort, wincing at the tenderness between my legs. Slowly, I cleaned myself up as best I could and dressed in my rumpled clothes.
Stepping out into the fading evening, I made my way back home, my legs still wobbly. I knew I’d be sore for days after the thorough fucking I’d just received. But it was a delicious ache, one I’d gladly endure for the mind-blowing pleasure it had brought.
Smiling to myself, I wondered who I’d get to play with next. The bus ride to work was bound to be just as exciting from now on. Whistling, I sauntered down the quiet street, the would-be respectable teacher slipping back into her prim and proper persona.
Only I knew the naughty, insatiable slut she really was.