Sandhya’s incest invasions Part III: Sandhya Has Fun in a Crowded Train
……Now my life was like a ride on a roller coaster, I was getting fucked by many cocks and many times. Dad and I would visit his sister’s home and sleep over there sometimes. My uncle, Dad, and cousin pulverized all my holes. The more I got fucked, the hornier I became, I started having wild fantasies about getting fucked in public places and by strangers……..
One day at the breakfast table, Dad asked Mom, “We have to attend your cousin’s son’s marriage.”
She shook her head, “ No, I can’t come. My sister needs me. You take Sandhya and go.”
Dad shrugged and winked at me.
“Sandhya, pack your things, tomorrow we will go,” he told me.
“But, Dad, what about my attendance?” I protested.
“You bunk whenever you want, but when we want you to bunk, suddenly you become a sincere student. No excuses, you are going,” Mom told sternly.
I made a face, suppressing my excitement. I knew Dad would plan something special.
The next morning, Dad told me,” I called a cab. We will leave in 2 hours. Don’t wear a bra or panties.”
I was shocked, “Dad, I can’t do that. My tits will jump all over the place, and if I get wet, it will be embarrassing,” I protested.
He laughed and said,” Don’t worry, your tits are still firm and tight, unless you actually jump, no one will notice, try not to think of fucking, and you will not get wet.”
I put on a thick cotton top and skirt, we bid goodbye to Mom and brothers, and took our luggage and sat in the cab. After ten minutes, I realized we were not heading to the Airport.
“Dad, this is not the way to the airport,” I asked, puzzled.
“No, we are not going by flight,” he told me, lifting my skirt and rubbing my cunt mound. I could see the driver adjust the rear-view mirror and gasp as he saw what Dad’s hand was doing. I almost slapped his hand away, but found myself enjoying and spreading my thighs.
“Hmm, I know, you must have booked a first-class A/C coupe just for us,” I purred.
“No,” he said, moving closer and pushing his hand in my top and cupping a tit.
“Then?” I asked him, puzzled. I didn’t understand. We always travelled in Business class by Air.
“We are travelling in a general, unreserved compartment,” he said, squeezing my tit and pinching my nipple.
“But I will be mauled and even fucked” I exclaimed.
“That is the whole idea. To give you a thrilling experience,” he smiled.
I was suddenly very angry. I pushed his hands and moved away.
“Tell me. Are you really my Dad? I mean, did I come from juice from your cock or someone else’s? How can you offer your daughter’s cunt to strangers?” I asked, baffled.
Dad laughed aloud and said,” Your Mom would kill anyone if they so much as touch her. You are my darling daughter. I want you to experience everything. I am always there to protect you, you see, I also put 20 condoms in your purse,” he said.
I thought Driver would faint from shock. He was constantly adjusting the rear-view mirror to see my tits and glancing through the corner of his eye at my cunt exposed by Dad’s hand.
We reached the station.
Dad got out after rearranging my dress and paid the driver. He picked up our suitcases and started to walk. I started following him when the driver called me “Ma’am, your change”.
I opened the door and bent inside to take the change. He grabbed my tits and squeezed hard.
“I am shocked, but not as much as you think. Last week I dropped an incestuous family at the hotel and fucked Mom and daughter along with Dad and Son,” He said, pinching my nipples.
I freed myself from his grip and ran to catch up to my Dad and told him. I thought he would go back and bash him.
“Great. I began to wonder if he was impotent,” he said.
My heart was thumping wildly as we entered the general compartment. Since the train started from there, it was not yet jam-packed, but all seats were taken. We walked to the end of the compartment.
“Let us stand over there, near the door,” Dad said. One busty lady, her teenage brother ( they had striking resemblances), and a man in his twenties were standing with their backs to the closed door.
Dad requested her, and her brother moved in front of her, giving his place to me. I smiled at her and took her brother’s place, and Dad stood in front of me. The shy young man on my left was trying to push himself into the panel desperately to avoid touching me. Poor chap must be a virgin, I thought, as our hands and thighs warmly pressed together.
“Don’t worry, dear. We will get a place to sit later,” Dad told me over his shoulder.
“No, Uncle, the train will be so crowded, you won’t be able to breathe, even,” Lady’s brother told him.
No sooner had he said this than a rustic village couple packed themselves in front of Dad, and some people started piling up cardboard boxes in front of them.
“Hey, what are you doing? We will be stranded,” all of us shouted at the men who kept piling up the boxes.
They grinned and told us to bear with them, they will remove them after a few hours. Within seconds, the boxes reached Dad’s height.
Lady grumbled about the rudeness of these mafia gangs and the common man’s helplessness.
“So for the next few hours, this is our house,” I thought as I studied the village couple.
The man was lean, dark, fit, and agile, with rippling muscles and thick, black hair which he oiled and combed. The lady was short and sexy. Like village women, she wore a saree and blouse sans petticoat and bra. I could sense Dad’s lecherous X-ray eyes disrobing and seeing the buttocks, tits, and cunt. He was gazing so hungrily at the valley in her back and her buttocks. She squirmed uncomfortably and covered with a pallu.
The train started with a jerk. Youngman next to me was taking advantage of the movement of the train and managed to press his elbow into my tit as if by mistake and moved away. I smiled at him provocatively and turned slightly to one side, giving him access to my tit.
I glanced to my left and started. Brother was pushing back, and sister was pressing forward and rubbing her boobs on his back.
“Sudha, do you think anyone knows Tamil here?” he asked her in Tamil. I can understand Tamil to some extent since my best school friend was a Tamil girl, and she taught me. She carefully studied all our faces, and I managed to keep mine blank.
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