Bang bang in Bus

                                               

                                                           BANG BANG IN BUS
                                                               ( Erotic, fantasy )

                                                    A beautiful Bus Ride

I am an avid reader of Indian sex stories. Though I read numerous Penthouse and Playboy magazines, I find Indian sex stories more exciting. A caucasian blonde girl giving a blow job story or video has lost its charm, since we are exposed to the point of saturation.

An Indian housewife with a bindi enjoying sex, cunnilingus, or giving a blowjob will excite us. There are several excellent storytellers and stories. 
Julee sam of course, is the Master story teller.
But searching for such good stories in thousands of mediocre stories is very taxing.

Are there people like me who wish to enjoy well-written stories and who are exasperated by stories that have sentences like " I hardly pressed her boobs until she screamed" and " After finishing my daily chorus," etc? Can we communicate and forward each other, or exchange info about good stories?

One more intriguing factor is that everyone has a fantastic experience. Every story is a true story, however improbable it may sound.

I am trying my hand at storytelling. This is a fantasy; it did not happen to me (though I wish it had). Whatever merits or demerits, language, I hope, will not make you cringe. Please send your comments and suggestions to kamaraju77@gmail.com)

                                   I tried to catch my breath and not pant after getting into the bus. The bus was crowded. I squeezed and squirmed and managed to reach the rear of the bus and grabbed the vertical rod as the bus gave a lurch and started. This was the last bus, and if I missed I would have had to stay in a hotel overnight.

I mopped my face with a kerchief, looked around, and had a jolt. Seated next to the rod and leaning on it was Monica Belucci. (I mean, a darker Indian version of Monica.)This lady had absolute knockers of jugs and was proud of it, too. She was folding her hands across her chest, and her cleavage was a feast to the eyes through the transparent layer of cream-colored saree.

I managed to extract eyes from the stunning spectacle and looked at her. I found she was staring at me with a half smile. She had the sexiest eyes I had ever seen. Black as coal and shining with sultry mischief and sex pouring out by buckets. I could not understand how she could walk a few steps without causing several hard- on and/or being molested.

She looked away and adjusted the pallau, her action revealing more than before. Now, half of the right breast with a mole came into view. My little man woke up with a jerk, which did not escape her notice, since it was a few inches from her face. I cursed myself for not wearing underwear. (There was a heavy downpour, and clothes did not dry up. She gave another smile and tightened her grip across her breasts more, further swelling them. She moved closer to the rod. I adjusted myself so that her upper arm was pressing against my thigh. The naked portion of her upper arm below the blouse felt very warm on my thigh. She did not move away.

She turned to talk to the lady sitting next to her. I got a second jolt.

The second lady was none other than Sophia Loren. My god, her tits were firm, as big as ripe melons. She did not wear a bra; the contours of her areola and nipples were hazily visible. Of course, she wore a low-neck blouse too, pallu carelessly flung over her shoulder. My little man was fully awake now and kicking.

Monica whispered something in Sophia's ear, Sophia's eyes traveled down to my groin, and she burst out laughing.

Her breasts were dancing all over, increasing my discomfort. Luckily, the driver switched off the lights since we were outside city limits. There was total darkness.

I gulped and slowly lowered my hand on the rod until my fingers were touching her shoulder. She did not move. I took my right foot from the sandal and gingerly probed for her foot. I found with pleasant surprise that she was also doing the same. Our toes brushed each other. Then there was an impasse caused by hesitation and doubt.

After a few seconds, I gathered courage and pressed her foot with mine. I found her other foot on mine, rubbing and teasing my toe with hers.

This was the green signal I was hoping for. I looked around. It was pitch dark, and people were either sleeping or lost in thought. No one was interested in us.

I hesitantly placed my hand on her shoulder, waiting with bated breath for her scream.

Suddenly, I lost my nerve and was about to pull my hand away when Monica grabbed my hand with hers and pushed it onto her breast. She had removed the top two hooks to make space for my hand. I was in 7th heaven. I started squeezing, found she also cupped her breast from underneath, and was also doing the same. I took her grape-sized nipple between thumb and forefinger and gently pulled and tweaked. Without invitation, I invaded her other breast also and was fondling with abandon.

What I found most exciting and most erotic was that all through this, Monica was conversing with Sophia casually, as if everything was normal.

Suddenly, they started whispering. I bent my head down and listened.

"Hey, what is happening?" Sophia asked in Telugu.

"He is squeezing my breasts," Monica whispered back.

"What are you doing?" Sophia asked impatiently.

Monica giggled." I am getting my tits squeezed, what else?"

"Stupid, why don't you suck him? He is only a few inches away," Sophia whispered furiously.

"Shh, he might listen, quiet down," pleaded Monica.

"Don't worry, he looks like a Punjabi or from the north, he won't know Telugu. Anyway, get going, we will reach another town in 20 minutes from now," Sophia told her.

Monica still hesitated.

"You come over here. I will take care of him," Sophia was about to get up. Monica stopped her.

Monica's hands found the zip on my pants, she pulled down the Zip and pulled out my dick.

"Give me some water," Sophia handed over a bottle.

"No, I want it in a glass. I have to wash him," Monica whispered. Sophia poured water into a plastic cup and gave her.

Monica washed my tool by dipping it in a cup and asked Sophia to throw the cup away.

Then she took my dick in her mouth and started one of the best blow jobs of mankind. I almost blacked out from pleasure. She was licking, sucking, and biting tenderly and knew when to slow down. She was caressing my balls.

Suddenly, Sophia shook her.

"OK, time to stop, we are reaching," she whispered urgently.

Monica let go of my tool, and I took my hands out of her blouse. I hurriedly pushed mine in and zipped, and Monica put back the hooks of the blouse a few seconds before the driver switched on the lights.

The bus stopped, people started getting off, yawning and stretching. An old lady sitting on the other side of Sophia, i.e., window side, also got down.

Meanwhile, Monica pulled away from me, refusing to look at me, and turned the other way.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?" I asked in English.

Both of them nodded.

Monica pulled back to allow me to pass through, Sophia took a window seat, and gestured for me to sit between them. Now the bus was almost empty.

Few people were sitting in the front rows, and none were behind us or near us. The bus pulled out of the stop and was moving at a snail's pace due to traffic congestion.

I sat ramrod straight, looking straight ahead, as both moved closer to me, their thighs pressing warmly against mine.

Monica sighed." I wish he didn't resemble a stuck pig. If he doesn't relax, the conductor might get suspicious," She said in Telugu.

Though I could understand every word, I had to act as if I didn't, so I did not react.

Sophia poked me.

"See, you have to learn to relax. Loosen up and act as if we are all of one group. Smile and talk about anything. We are not going to eat you," Sophia told me in fluent English.

"I don't know about you, but I just did," Monica said, grinning, also in good English.

I burst out laughing. The conductor, who was giving suspicious looks, turned away satisfied.

I smiled at both of them and asked Sophia, "Tell me, how do you manage to maintain breasts in such beautiful shape? I can see by your nipples that you are a mother, and also you are not wearing a bra."

I was fondling her breast and rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger. My hand was under her pallu.

Both were shocked. Sophia blushed, and her face turned pink with pride and shyness.

"Actually, just before I left, my bra hooks came loose. I think I am plain lucky, I breastfed kids till 3 years of age," she said proudly, looking down at her massive tits.

I started rubbing Monika's pussy over her saree.

"And what about you, your pussy is smooth as silk, do you keep it that way always, or am I plain lucky?"

It was Monika's turn to blush.

"Both," she said, spreading her legs wider, giving me more access.

Sophia playfully slapped my hand, which was ravaging her breasts.

"I asked you to talk about anything, and it does not mean I gave you license to ask such shameless questions," she said with mock anger.

I acted hurt.

"OK, my lips are sealed and will be opened only after the driver switches off the lights, and that too not for talking."

They both smiled.

"This guy has a good sense of humour. How was his tool? Is it as good?" Sophia asked  Monica in Telugu as both their hands were playing with my dick. Now they switched to  Telugu.

"Better. Tell me, how safe are these family planning operations? I read so many instances of failure. If this guy ejaculated inside my pussy, what are the chances of pregnancy?" Monica asked

Sophia, arranging her saree so that it covered my hand that was exploring her very wet pussy over her saree.

"Look at it this way, if you become pregnant, you will have a beautiful baby, if not, it is ok. My god, the way I am gushing litres of juice, by the time we get down from the bus, it might look as if I could not hold my bladder." Sophia was moaning.

"Same here. Why did you tell me not to wear panties? Maybe I should have put on one, my  saree would look drenched, at least your saree is of a dark colour, it won't be so apparent." Monica was also slightly panting.

"My sixth sense told me that this was going to be the journey of our lives. When you called me, I was about to get into pants. At last, this idiot driver switched off the lights." Sophia did not waste a moment, got up, removed blouse hooks, pushed one huge tit in my mouth, and placed my hand on her pussy.

She spread her legs, lifted her saree, and guided my finger inside her.

Their raucous talk was already making me horny beyond words, and I started sucking her breast, rolling her inch-long nipple between my teeth and then licking it, at the same time, tickling her clit. She was not joking; her juices were literally flowing like a tap.

Meanwhile, Monica undid my Zip, took out my dick, and started sucking it like a hungry calf sucking its mother cow's teat.

Monica also stood up, removed Sophia's breast from my mouth, and pushed hers in. I was like a hungry man provided with limitless gourmet dishes. Monica's tits were firmer, delicious; her nipples were like grapes, which you could roll on your tongue,  bite, and scrape teeth over. I was fondling, squeezing, and pulling the nipples of the other breast.

Sophia took over from Monica to suck and lick my dick.

Sophia could bear no longer. She asked Monica to move over and stood up, took my head in both hands, and kissed me. She started exploring all corners of my mouth, when I caught her tongue and started sucking it. She went weak in the knees and almost collapsed. Without breaking the kiss, I took out my rock-hard tool.

She asked Monica to move a little and tried to straddle me. It was not possible. She turned the other way with her back to me, lifted the saree, and sat on my lap.

"Insert properly, dear, I can not manage," She told Monica and leaned on the backrest of the front seat.

Sophia's pussy was like a flowing river. Monica held my dick, and as Sophia widened her legs and parted her cheeks with both hands, Monica parted the lips and pushed my dick head into wet, juicy pussy. As I was slowly pushing deeper, Sophia was pushing back to take it fully in. I grabbed Sophia's melons, and when just an inch of travel was left, I gave a sudden thrust and rammed it all the way in.

Sophia was about to scream, so I removed my hand from her breast and closed her mouth.

"Shh, what are you doing? You will get us killed. Am I hurting you? Shall I be more gentle?" I asked her anxiously.

"Sorry, I could not control. I was overcome with pleasure, not pain. You pound me as hard, as fast as you can, grind me, pulverize me, come on," she hissed angrily.

"OK, here we go, but whatever you do, don't scream," I told her. She nodded her head furiously, biting her lip.

I withdrew and buried myself to the hilt with all my strength. She gasped and held on to the forward seat as I kept on pounding her. Her melons were too big for my hands. So, Monica was also kneading nipples, squeezing, massaging her friend's massive tits. Monica was tickling and stroking my balls, also.

I lost track of time, but after some time, Sophia whispered over her shoulder."My friend's juicy pussy is also clamouring for attention. Now ravage her".

I withdrew from Sophia, all wet and glistening, and positioned behind Monica, who also hitched up her saree above her buttocks and leaned next to Sophia. Before I could insert Monica, Sophia licked and sucked all her wetness from my dick, kissed, and transferred contents to my mouth.

Sophia returned the favour and guided me into Monica's velvet, smooth, slippery pussy.

"Go easy on her, she is delicate like a flower. Don't pound her like me," Sophia whispered, rubbing her hands on Monica's perfect tits.

"Is that so? I can take ten times more pounding than she. Come on, show her your full capacity. I know you were gentle with her," Monica taunted me.

I was not gentle. I straightaway rammed full length in Monica's tight pussy and gave huge thrusts at full speed until she was panting. Without a break in stride, I changed over to Sophia. I kept banging them alternately.

Initially, I had to fumble to insert into the overflowing pussies, but after a while, my dick became an expert like a homing pigeon. I was switching over easily, effortlessly, without a break in rhythm. I was also cleverly managing and prolonging my action. When I felt I was about to come, I changed pussies.

In the distance, we could see approaching lights.

"Now, which pussy needs filling? We have to finish this," I asked them as I was ramming Sophia.

There was a pehle aap, "pehle aap" see-saw battle among them.

Sophia said firmly, " No time to argue, you complete and fill her pussy, meanwhile I will freshen up".

I withdrew from Sophia, and while I was climaxing and filling up Monica's well, Sophia put back hooks of her blouse, wiped her face with pallu, and arranged her hair with a comb.

I sat back exhausted. Sophia kissed me and wiped my face with her pallu. Monica quickly rearranged her saree, blouse, and hair and fell into my lap and licked her, her friend's juices, and my cum from my dick. By the time the driver switched on the lights, we were all completely dressed, freshened up, and presentable.

When the lights came on, we looked at each other and smiled. All our faces were glowing with joy, pleasure, and contentment. Monica took out biscuits from her bag, and we nibbled on them.

"Thank you, ladies, it was fabulous," I said with genuine gratitude.

"The pleasure is all mine," both of them said simultaneously and burst out laughing.

The bus was reaching the bus station and slowed down.

"I have one doubt. Can I ask?" I asked Sophia.

She smiled and nodded.

"You are such sexy ladies, you dress in such provocative clothes. You give every man you come across a hard-on. How are you managing to avoid getting raped every day?" I hesitantly asked.

"Look closely. Think you are seeing us for the first time. Do you still feel the same way?" Monica asked with an innocent smile.

I looked at them again. Monica was quite normal, without a hint of seduction. Her pallu was very neatly arranged with three layers of cloth completely covering her fabulous breasts and cleavage. There was no invitation or seduction in those black eyes. In fact, a slight frown to scare lusty males away.

Same with Sophia. The prominent areola and nipples have disappeared under several layers of carefully arranged folds of the saree. She was just any busty, middle-aged aunty with a fabulous, friendly smile. Nothing like' come hither' about her.

" My God, you are right. If I met you in the street, I would never have the courage to approach you," I said in awe.

The bus was pulling into the allotted slot.

"But, why did I find you inviting? Where was the time for you to plan?" I was still puzzled.

Sophia smiled.

"It was spontaneous. When Monica saw you coming our way, she gestured to me. Within seconds, we planned to seduce you, arranged our clothes, showed our cleavage, and the rest is history. Of course, our plan was just to provoke and laugh at your discomfort, not to go all the way. Anyway, it was fantastic. Thanks for the romp," Sophia got up to go.

Both of them looked around and gave me a peck on each cheek. I also stood up.

Monica first moved out to allow Sophia and me to come out. As Monica was moving ahead, I watched carefully at her rear to find any telltale signs of sex, dampness of her juices, and my cum. She managed to cover the wetness very well by strategically arranging one layer of the saree.

Both smiled and were about to get off the bus when I found Monica's hair clip.

"Excuse me, you left this behind," I said in Telugu and handed over the clip.

Both of them jumped a foot. There was astonishment, disbelief writ large on their faces.

"What...what..you.." Monica first found her voice.

I smiled.

"Yes, I understand Telugu, because I am a Telugu, " I told them.

By the time they came out of shock, we got off the bus and were standing on the platform.

Sophia glared at me. She was beetroot red in the face.

"You have cheated us, you abominable man. I hate you, " She spat out.

I laughed.

"At first, you may think so. If I gave a hint that I knew Telugu, our fun, enjoyment, excitement, and glorious sex would have been devalued by half, or would not have taken place. You would have felt awkward and gotten into your shells. You let go and enjoyed with gay abandon because you thought I was from the north, and so you are safe. I overheard every word, and it excited me more than any aphrodisiac, and we enjoyed to the hilt. So, don't give it another thought and don't worry. You are safe." I told them.

They thought over and slowly their brows cleared. At the same time, their faces were flushed with shame as they recollected what they had talked about.

"Thank God, you finally arrived. Why couldn't you catch an earlier bus?" Monica and Sophia jumped in unison when a voice addressed them from behind.

"Mummy," one ten-year-old boy came running and hugged Monica. Monica ruffled his hair and kissed him on the head. Her husband was beaming and watching the affectionate reunion.

"Mom, we were so worried. Do you know, riots started one hour after you left. Just now, things have cooled down." One teenage girl hugged Sophia and took her bag from her hand.

"Why was your mobile switched off? We have been trying to call you for ages," gruff, irate Sophia's husband was grumbling.

"Who is he?" Monica's husband asked, as they were talking to me when they arrived.

Sophia told smoothly.

"We don't know his name. But he helped us catch the bus. When we reached the bus station, the bus was just leaving. He ran and stopped the bus for us."

I smiled disarmingly and said that it was nothing. I had to catch the bus anyway.

Both men thanked me, shaking hands. I took their leave. It turned out that Monica and Sophia were the wives of those two brothers.

My grandmother, rightly, used to say that a man's mind is like a dog's tail. It can never remain straight.

Despite myself, I couldn't help slipping my mobile number into Monica's hand unobtrusively as we were leaving...

The End

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