Bang, bang with Blind act, incest angle Part 2: Pallavi has an Erotic Bus ride and arrives at Friend's house as a Blind Girl.

 Bang, bang with Blind act, incest angle Part 2

Pallavi has an Erotic Bus ride and arrives at Friend's house as a Blind Girl. 

..Apart from pressing my boob on Rahul’s upper arm and his pressing my thigh, we could not engage in any erotic stuff, since the bus was crowded. Rahul assured me that on the second leg of the journey, the bus would be sparsely crowded, that we could sit in the back seats, and that I could ride  him.

I smiled to myself at the idea of sitting in his lap with his dick buried inside my pussy and let the bumpy bus ride take care of the necessary up and down movements. (I was not wearing panties, and my pajama stitches were removed sufficiently to allow cock to enter my very wet pussy. I knew Rahul was not wearing underwear)

We got down after two hours of a bumpy ride, and as we were proceeding to the bus that would take us to his village, Rahul handed me my dark glasses and the blind man's walking stick.

“Here it goes, my Oscar performance,” I told myself as I clutched Rahul’s hand and started walking with the uncertain gait of the blind. When we got on the bus and proceeded to the back row seats, I heaved a sigh of relief. Rahul was right. 

There were not more than twenty passengers, all of them preferring front row seats.

As we settled down in our seats, the bus started with a jerk.  I immediately grabbed Rahul’s cock and found it to be hard and rearing to go, like a horse straining at the leash, impatient to break into a gallop. As Rahul was checking the wet condition of my pussy, I saw two old women coming towards us. I slapped his hand away.

Both ladies were almost in tears as they patted me on the head, remarked how cruel God was to make such a beautiful, young girl blind. They bombarded Rahul with questions as to when, how, and what went wrong with my sight and what he was doing about it. They suggested visits to famous temples that had produced miraculous cures. We assured them that we would follow their advice.

We heaved a sigh of relief when they finally went to their seats, but our joy was short-lived. They talked to others about the unfortunate, beautiful, blind girl. They started coming in groups, and Rahul had to patiently repeat like a parrot about my sordid story, ladies shed silent tears, and Gents showed acceptable sympathy, and both liberally doled out advice about babas, doctors, temples, etc. I was going mad with frustration, but Rahul’s status was worse. He had to patiently respond to the queries and had to endure my pinches on his thigh and my mutterings under breath about how far to go, how many hours journey left, and why can’t he chase them away.

When someone is shedding tears at your misfortune, you can’t tell them to go to hell or get lost.

I was on the verge of tears myself, and finally, all good or bad things are bound to come to an end.  The bus took pity on us and dropped us off at Rahul’s village after an excruciatingly long 2-hour journey. My pussy closed all the taps and went to sleep. I was sure Rahul’s cock must have shrunk to the size of a pencil stub and his balls to the size of marbles.

Finally, we got off the bus and gave plastic smiles to all well-meaning monsters and waved to the departing bus. I remembered to wave and smile in the wrong direction.

When the bus was out of sight, Rahul glanced around and shouted at the top of his voice. He kept shouting and yelling until his pent-up frustration was spent.  I hugged him, and my warm embrace cooled him.

Then we started walking towards the village on the narrow mud road. My blind girl acted in place, I clung to Rahul’s arm, and was probing with the stick on the ground.

“Now you were howling like a werewolf. Maybe I should have started the blind girl act after getting down from the bus,” I told him.

“Are you crazy? If someone from the village had boarded the bus, our act would have finished before it even started.  They were sympathetic, but painfully so,” Rahul told.

Our bhejas(brains), which were fried during the journey, began to cool down in the refreshing breeze gently blowing across the green fields on either side of the track.

We walked in silence for twenty minutes. I asked him, “What about our banging sessions? Will they be quickies, or can we enjoy at our leisure?”

Rahul was silent for a few minutes. I could not understand what was biting him. We could see the village in the distance.

He made me sit on a culvert and sat beside me.

“I have not told you certain things about the village. Maybe I should have, but I was afraid you would break up with me,” He hesitantly told me. I smiled at him and squeezed his arm reassuringly.

“So long as they are not cannibals, it is okay with me, whatever your customs or traditions may be,” I told him.

His eyes lit up.” Do you really mean it?” he asked happily. I nodded. I was not prepared for his next sentence.

“I told you that I lost my virginity at 16 years of age. You did not ask with whom. It was with my eldest sister,” he waited for the sledgehammer blow effect that stunned me to recede before giving another blow.

“Where was your mother when you were banging your sister?” I asked him after I recovered from the first shock. He stared at me for a few seconds.

“She was standing next to us. She was supervising,” he said casually. I swooned and would have toppled over the culvert, had Rahul not hugged me.

“I think you should have some soft drink and biscuits before I proceed further,” he said, giving a soft drink. As I sipped, I was shocked to find that I was not horrified or appalled as much as I was aroused. My pussy had woken up and was opening all taps. Rahul waited for me to finish eating biscuits before proceeding.

“Unless I apprise you of what is in store, your Oscar-winning performance of a blind girl will not last for more than five seconds. So, listen carefully,” Rahul told me.

“See that third house on the left with a high compound wall. That is my house. As we open the gate and enter, you will find a huge open place with a lot of plants, flowers, and vegetables in the garden. There are Mango, Guava trees, and coconut trees also. As we walk up the path and press the doorbell, it will be opened by the lady of the house, who can be my aunt, sister-in-law, or cousin, depending on whose turn it is to hold the fort.

“She will receive us warmly, give us coffee, tea, and snacks, and make small talk. Of course, you have to resign yourself and get used to sympathy poured on you by buckets. Then she will call the main house and inform them that we have arrived. This part of the house has 3 bedrooms, a big hall, and a kitchen. We go to the kitchen, where there is a big door with a number lock.

“This lady opens it for us, we enter into a hall with cupboards on both sides, with each member of the family’s name written on it. I strip down, including my underwear if I wear one, and place it in the cupboard.

“Then we ring the bell near the door on the opposite side. It is open from the other side, and we enter.

“From here, it is a nudist colony of my joint family. Grandpa, Grandma, uncles, aunts, cousins, brothers, sisters, their spouses, and children all stay in the main house. All are nude. At this time of the day, men would have gone to fields or work, and kids would have gone to school. So, only ladies of the house will receive us warmly. Here, you have to be extremely careful, don’t scream, and close your eyes to the sight of so many naked females, with tit sizes and shapes of all types.

“Since you are blind, they will not bother to cover themselves. My only worry is few men did not go to work, there may be banging scenes also. So, you have to have full control over your emotions, don’t blush.

“The house is rectangular, the left side of the L shape has many bedrooms with only door and window frames, but without doors and window panes. On the right side, we have the kitchen and the dining room. The fourth side has bathrooms and toilets. I plan to take you straight away to our room and make you lie down and allow you to sleep. I will tell them you are very tired.

“Try to sleep or try to get orientation and brace yourself for shocks of all kinds. Once you are confident, then tell me, I will release you into the wolf pack,” he concluded.

I was silent for several minutes. He cleared his throat.

“I am sorry I landed you in this. I should have listened to Suma; she admonished me for not telling you beforehand.  I was afraid you would refuse outright and would cut me off totally from your life. If you don’t want to go ahead, we will walk back and sit in a dhaba for 3 hours. We will catch the next bus and go back. You can stay with Suma and Padma aunty.” His voice was filled with sadness as he got up and extended a hand.

He thought my silence was due to my anger and resentment about his deception. I took his hand and hugged and kissed him.

“Let us go and win an Oscar for best acting as a blind person. But I have several questions,” I told a beaming and relieved Rahul.

“Shoot,” he said enthusiastically as we both sat back on the culvert.

“Will I be raped? With so many males with erect cocks prancing around, how can you protect me from getting raped?” I asked him point-blank.

He laughed.

“I can assure you that rape is nonexistent in our community. Any man can bang any woman, but a woman’s consent is essential.  If she refuses or is not interested, the man has to look for another pussy. Moreover, you will be fully clothed and supposedly unaware of what is going on. I will be with you all the time,” Rahul reassured me.

“Do bathrooms and toilets have doors?” I asked him anxiously.

“Toilets have doors. Bathrooms don’t have doors. There are several showers, men, women, and kids bathe together. Some makeshift arrangement can be made for you,” he answered hesitantly.

“There is no need. I am really looking forward to being nude and taking a shower in front of an appreciative audience and observing their reaction without their knowledge. But what about kids?” Suddenly, I was apprehensive about corrupting innocent minds.

“What about them?” Rahul asked, puzzled.

“They will become perverts, rapists when exposed to so much sex, “I asked anxiously.

“Do you consider me, Suma, and Padma aunty as normal or abnormal?” Rahul asked earnestly.

I thought back. I could not think of any abnormality or perversion in their behavior.

“See, from infancy we are exposed to nudity and banging. And we are not frustrated, we watch boobs, pussy hair growing, and girls see our dick erections. Cousins and aunts let us suck their tits, lick pussies, and they masturbate and suck our cocks. Only when we reach sixteen years of age are we asked to choose the person with whom we wish to lose our virginity.” He paused and left my hand as a small girl going to school waved at him. He waved back.

“You chose your eldest sister? Why?” I asked him curiously. Rahul laughed.

“You tell me why after you have seen her. Anyway, that is a big event. It is almost celebrated like a festival. We have open space in the rectangle, there they set up a bed and ….”

“…and watched by everyone, including children, what prehistoric, primitive culture do you have in this 21^st century?” I could not control my disgust.

He shrugged and remained silent.

“If you so desired, you could have chosen your Mom also?” I knew the answer even before I asked. He nodded.

“Whom did Suma choose?” I asked.

“My Mom’s brother, before you ask, yes, I banged Suma and Padma aunty many times.” he was looking at his fingernails.

“Then why did they allow me? Why were they not jealous? Who will bang them?” I asked, perplexed.

“That is the beauty of our village. There is no place for rape, divorce, wife beating, jealousy, or infidelity in our village because there is no need. When you have so many cocks, pussies to choose from, the sense of possession ceases to exist. There are so many men from my village in our city, one phone call and 3 or 4 men will arrive to bang Suma and Padma. So, their pussies are not actually starving,” Rahul told me as a matter of fact.

“Do you have any more questions?” Rahul asked as he got up.

“Will you be offended if I desire to be banged by some irresistible cocks?” I teased him.

“Why, of course not, I will suggest some good ones myself. My Mom’s brother  Ram, whom Suma favored, is one, then my cousin Ajay is a good stud, but no one to beat my brother Rohit for pussy licking. I suggest this combination ….” He was so enthusiastic as if a waiter recommending gourmet dishes from the menu.

“OK..OK..I get the idea.” I laughed and got up, took his elbow, and asked him to lead the way.

As we were approaching the gate to his house, Rahul muttered under his breath, “Don’t take out the goggles until we are safely in our room”. I nodded.

Contd...

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