I was in a very poor shape in front of two males now and was more or less struggling to sit properly on the auto rickshaw seat, almost wriggling my body in ecstasy by the acts of this naughty dog. Mishra-ji bent a little and started pulling my sari off my legs upwards along with my petticoat. Uday seeing my condition held my hand with his left hand and embraced his right hand around me over the seat top. Getting the support I leaned on to his body and he did not miss this opportunity to cup my breasts again. But since Mishra-ji was in front of me, he was clever enough to put his hand below my pallu and started gently coaxing my full boobs.
Mishra-ji exposed my fair legs in no time and bunched my sari around my knees. Moti was trying to move his way up more seeing Mishra-ji trying to catch him. It seemed to be a game for the dog and in the process was making me shamelessly exposed and horny at the same time. Mishra-ji’s touches were now completely devoid of the fatherly care and he appeared to be a changed man from a caring father like figure to a greedy old man. For Mishra-ji, getting the opportunity to pull up the sari of a matured housewife like me, it was highly rewarding so to say. He not only bunched the sari and petticoat up at my knees, he was caressing my fair and shapely legs intensely. He seemed not interested to get out the dog at all and now was trying to pull my sari up forcefully above my knees to see more of my naked jawani.
Since I was siting with Moti between my legs, I had to spread my legs a lot to accommodate the dog and as a result Mishra-ji was almost off his seat. Hence it was not easy for him to pull up my sari anymore. The old man was not to resign so easily and I was amazed to see his muscle power at this age, he with his left hand fervently cupped my round hip-side and made my leg rise slightly from the seat and pulled up the sari.
Me: Ouch! Please don’t…
Though that was my natural womanly reaction, but I enjoyed every bit of it. I was now practically naked from my waist on my right side by the old man’s lewd handwork. Moti at last was exposed out of my sari. Giving me no time to react to get rid of the dog, Mishra-ji lifted up the remaining sari cover that I had over my left thigh to Uday’s side making sure I become completely naked down my waist. Thank god I was wearing a panty otherwise I would have been sitting in the moving auto rickshaw with uncovered pussy with two males!
Mishra-ji did not stop, neither did Moti, nor Uday!
Moti was still busy with his sniffing work and currently with my exposed skin the dog went up unhindered up to my panty and was sniffing that area. The dog’s saliva was all over my bare well-formed thighs and I tried to wipe them with my free hand, one hand being held by Uday. At that moment my feminine ‘shame’ was overtaken by sensuousness. I was discharging now more than earlier, as was aroused tremendously. The dog was between my legs supported on my naked knees with its tail up and poking its nose over my panty to sniff my vaginal fluids.
Uday was having a squeeze of his life. He was initially milking my right boob over my blouse with some decency under the sari pallu. By ‘decency’ I mean as the auto rickshaw was jerking he was kneading it and was only stroking or caressing it gently. But now seeing my compromised condition, he was virtually mauling me like anything. He cupped my right boob very tightly with all his fingers firmly gripped on my juicy mango and was not at all releasing it from his palm! I was simply gasping for air by this treatment of Uday. With his left hand he was holding my hand, which was making the journey more passionate for me.
Mishra-ji seemed as if was determined to make me fully exposed in this moving auto rickshaw. He was now directly caressing and rubbing my naked moist thighs. Moti had made them wet and when I tried to wipe it dry Mishra-ji interrupted by holding my hand. He then began to do the wiping of my smooth silky thighs with his free hand. His rough palm on my completely uncovered thighs was making me go wild and this elderly guy was gyrating his palm in a very sexy manner, to say the least, starting from my knees, slowly up my thighs, and reaching till my panty. I could clearly make out the dog’s nose and Mishra-ji’s fingers poking on my panty. Thankfully Guru-ji’s pad was rescuing me from direct touching on my choot.
As the auto rickshaw went on its way at a rather slow pace, my humiliation in the hands of two males and a dog continued. I realized both my hands were now arrested, one by Uday and the other by Mishra-ji and hence I could hardly resist physically to whatever was going on. Moti was now fully on my naked thighs, sitting there, and sniffing my pussy area and also moving his nose up towards my protruding breasts. Mishra-ji was somewhat satisfied caressing my uncovered curvy thighs and took his left hand towards my hips. He forced me to lift my hips a little bit and in a flash pulled the remaining sari and petticoat from below my heavy buttocks to my backside towards the seat. Now the only cover down my waist was my meager panty and as I sat again from the lifted position, I felt the cold seat touching my completely bare ass cheeks. My panty as usual had bunched up in my ass crack. Feeling the seat on my naked ass I almost had a fresh cumming.
Me: Ooooooooooooooh! Please. Please. What are you doing?
I had to tell something now as things have gone just too far. But who was listening to me I doubted.
Me: Take the dog off. That’s all I want.
Now what Mishra-ji and his pet dog did made me cum thoroughly and I had a full orgasm. Uday only played a support role. He was thankfully not progressing any more apart from my right boob, but he virtually oozed out all juices from that I believe. Moti was now progressing above and his nose was now on to my bosom area almost. Due to Uday’s constant pressing and cajoling and things happening, my sari pallu had shifted from its place exposing my left breast. Uday was kind enough to keep the pallu on my right breast though his palm was acting as a better cover for it for a long time now.
Mishra-ji now left my hand he was holding and took his left hand to my back. I was shocked to see it was not going towards the top of the seat and instead going towards my panty-covered butts. With his right hand he almost dragged me to lift my base again and simply put his left palm below my right ass cheek.
Me: Ouch!
The old man made me sit on his palm now and must be thoroughly enjoying this erotic posture. With each jerk of the rickshaw, I was wriggling and pressing on his palm and his hand was sandwiched between my heavy bottoms and the auto seat. I had never had such an experience in my life sitting on the palm of a male! But to tell honestly it was a heavenly feeling. Fluids were pouring out of my pussy now. Moti equally rose to the occasion like his master and started licking my blouse covered left tit.
Me: Stop this dog Uday. If it bites me there…
I could not complete the sentence in the thrill I was getting. The old man’s hand below my fully naked ass was taking me to seventh heaven. I was thoroughly enjoying this threesome and especially sitting on a male hand!
Mishra-ji: I am there to cover you beti, don’t worry.
Saying this he pinned the last nail to my coffin and put his palm just in front of the dog’s tongue, which was licking my blouse. He did not wait a moment to take hold of my free left boob, which was now totally uncovered off my pallu. He grabbed it and gave it a very tight squeeze and two different men palming my boobs made me reach my orgasm. My body jerked in the hands of two males and the dog was watching now. At last Moti took his nose and tongue off my body!
Me: Ooooooooooooh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Stop pleeeeeeeeeease.
Frankly speaking the dog actually had no intimate part of my body to sniff now, as I reached the peak of my orgasm. Mishra-ji and Uday clawed my tits very securely; Mishra-ji’s other hand crushed under my broad ass cheek as I was sitting on his hand. Uday’s other hand now went to my panty front poking it. Both males were utilizing to the fullest this unbelievable chance to expose and molest a married woman. I could sense the heavy breathing of Mishra-ji near my shoulder, as it was probably too much for his age. I cummed desperately now and with my free hand grabbed Moti to my breast.
After some moments, I discharged every bit of my honey in Guru-ji’s pad within my panty and my body was giving way after this unusual indecent sexual build up. I noticed Uday also slowly took off his hand off my right breast and I felt my bra had completely soaked in the heat of his squashing, if I can say so. Mishra-ji was somewhat reluctant to remove his hand off my breast, he was still feeling the firmness of my left boob. His hand was still under me and my heavy ass cheek was pressing his hand with each jerk of the vehicle and he was truly assessing the roundness and firmness of my ass like anyone else had done before in my life.
The auto rickshaw driver warned us that we are again taking the main road. Fortunately due to the goods loaded he could not see me.
Mishra-ji: Beti adjust your sari, otherwise any driver coming from opposite side would cause an accident.
Uday laughed at this comment, and I also smiled as I had thrown off all my shame. I looked down at my body and delivered a long breath seeing my condition though I was feeling very satisfied. I was a bit puzzled as even getting this sort of a wild excitement and orgasm, I am not getting that huge urge to get fucked. Under normal circumstances, definitely if I had allowed that much liberty to this old man and Uday, I would force them to fuck me or vice versa, which any woman would do if she is taken to such heights of eroticism. I wondered may be Guru-ji’s drug is playing some role, because what happened in this moving auto rickshaw would definitely kick out Guru-ji’s preaching of mind control. In the morning I was definitely aroused to the full, but I would beyond doubt refrain from any further involvement with those low class people like Ramlal or Master-ji.
I regrouped myself quickly as I realized that I was on road. But my sari was stuck in Mishra-ji’s hand on which I was still sitting. The very thinking of sitting on a man’s palm made me blush, yes still, even after such slutty behavior and I lifted my ass a little and the old man readily pulled his hand out and took Moti off my lap. Moti was again the well-behaved dog, as he looked initially when I boarded the auto! I quickly pulled down my sari to cover my fully exposed thighs and legs. I was thankful in my mind to find that my sari pallu was still clinging to my breast. I appropriately covered my blouse-covered treasures and at the same time found Mishra-ji adjusting his crotch within his dhoti, probably stroking his lund and relaxing and consoling it for missing the free fuck! I smiled to myself at my own naughty thinking.
Mishra-ji: Beti it seems milk has sipped out of your mammary. Shall I give you a handkerchief to wipe it?
After some moments, I discharged every bit of my honey in Guru-ji’s pad within my panty and my body was giving way after this unusual indecent sexual build up. I noticed Uday also slowly took off his hand off my right breast and I felt my bra had completely soaked in the heat of his squashing, if I can say so. Mishra-ji was somewhat reluctant to remove his hand off my breast, he was still feeling the firmness of my left boob. His hand was still under me and my heavy ass cheek was pressing his hand with each jerk of the vehicle and he was truly assessing the roundness and firmness of my ass like anyone else had done before in my life.
The auto rickshaw driver warned us that we are again taking the main road. Fortunately due to the goods loaded he could not see me.
Mishra-ji: Beti adjust your sari, otherwise any driver coming from opposite side would cause an accident.
Uday laughed at this comment, and I also smiled as I had thrown off all my shame. I looked down at my body and delivered a long breath seeing my condition though I was feeling very satisfied. I was a bit puzzled as even getting this sort of a wild excitement and orgasm, I am not getting that huge urge to get fucked. Under normal circumstances, definitely if I had allowed that much liberty to this old man and Uday, I would force them to fuck me or vice versa, which any woman would do if she is taken to such heights of eroticism. I wondered may be Guru-ji’s drug is playing some role, because what happened in this moving auto rickshaw would definitely kick out Guru-ji’s preaching of mind control. In the morning I was definitely aroused to the full, but I would beyond doubt refrain from any further involvement with those low class people like Ramlal or Master-ji.
I regrouped myself quickly as I realized that I was on road. But my sari was stuck in Mishra-ji’s hand on which I was still sitting. The very thinking of sitting on a man’s palm made me blush, yes still, even after such slutty behavior and I lifted my ass a little and the old man readily pulled his hand out and took Moti off my lap. Moti was again the well-behaved dog, as he looked initially when I boarded the auto! I quickly pulled down my sari to cover my fully exposed thighs and legs. I was thankful in my mind to find that my sari pallu was still clinging to my breast. I appropriately covered my blouse-covered treasures and at the same time found Mishra-ji adjusting his crotch within his dhoti, probably stroking his lund and relaxing and consoling it for missing the free fuck! I smiled to myself at my own naughty thinking.
Mishra-ji: Beti it seems milk has sipped out of your mammary. Shall I give you a handkerchief to wipe it?
Me: No, its not milk, its your dog’s tongue-work.
Uday: Madam is still childless Mishra-ji and hence has come to Guru-ji.
Mishra-ji: Oh sorry beti. But Guru-ji’s treatment will definitely help you to get pregnancy.
‘I do not know about pregnancy, but if I go on allowing unknown males to touch my body so liberally, I will surely become a whore soon’, I thought to myself.
The auto rickshaw ride was soon over as we reached the ashram. Mishra-ji bid me good-bye and as I was descending from the vehicle, for one last time I felt very clearly he cupped the flesh of my round ass with his hand, as if helping me to get down. I could not meet Uday’s eyes and straightway went to my room and entered the toilet. In the twinkling of an eye, I pulled off my sari off my body, as I desperately needed a shower. My petticoat also reached the floor in no time and also pulled down my panty, the back of which was almost stuck in my ass crack. So I had to juggle my heavy buttocks to pull it down, which is now almost a regular phenomenon whenever I had to pull down my panty in the toilet for shower or urinating.
Then suddenly I noticed that one of the hooks of my blouse was broken and was hanging, which I did not notice in the semidarkness of the auto rickshaw. . It was not the upper one, but third from the top, must be due to Uday’s extreme pressing on my tits. I also noticed that the flimsy cloth of my blouse was also torn at that juncture, as if someone poked a finger through it. I never got such a long and constant squeeze on my boob in my lifetime, what I got today, and believed little that the blouse could do to sustain such cuddling! I needed to mend it via Master-ji. My bra was also moist with sweat and I was so relieved pulling that off and being completely nude. I put aside the wet pad at a dry place and took a very long bath trying to wipe off the guilt that I accumulated the whole day being a housewife.
Nothing much happened more and frankly I was not expecting any more! Nirmal did come once to take my pad and also served me the dinner. Meenakshi did come to ask me how was the fair and the wink of her eye told me that she was aware of my sensuous evening humiliation. Sanjeev came with a pair of spare blouses, which Master-ji had sent matching my size and also with the message that I need to attend Guru-ji at 06:30 am in the morning. I was so much exhausted after discharging fully twice in a single day with such a heavy dose of exposure and purposeful handling by males that I immediately fell flat on bed after doing my minimum chores.
I was feeling so hot that almost pulled up my nightdress to my abdomen and remained hugely exposed with no undergarments. I fell to sleep quickly, very natural, and honestly had a very tight sleep. I did dream that night, but that was very haphazard and I could not make out anything of it though remembered the presence of the snakes and Mishra-ji with his dog in the dream.
Uday: Madam is still childless Mishra-ji and hence has come to Guru-ji.
Mishra-ji: Oh sorry beti. But Guru-ji’s treatment will definitely help you to get pregnancy.
‘I do not know about pregnancy, but if I go on allowing unknown males to touch my body so liberally, I will surely become a whore soon’, I thought to myself.
The auto rickshaw ride was soon over as we reached the ashram. Mishra-ji bid me good-bye and as I was descending from the vehicle, for one last time I felt very clearly he cupped the flesh of my round ass with his hand, as if helping me to get down. I could not meet Uday’s eyes and straightway went to my room and entered the toilet. In the twinkling of an eye, I pulled off my sari off my body, as I desperately needed a shower. My petticoat also reached the floor in no time and also pulled down my panty, the back of which was almost stuck in my ass crack. So I had to juggle my heavy buttocks to pull it down, which is now almost a regular phenomenon whenever I had to pull down my panty in the toilet for shower or urinating.
Then suddenly I noticed that one of the hooks of my blouse was broken and was hanging, which I did not notice in the semidarkness of the auto rickshaw. . It was not the upper one, but third from the top, must be due to Uday’s extreme pressing on my tits. I also noticed that the flimsy cloth of my blouse was also torn at that juncture, as if someone poked a finger through it. I never got such a long and constant squeeze on my boob in my lifetime, what I got today, and believed little that the blouse could do to sustain such cuddling! I needed to mend it via Master-ji. My bra was also moist with sweat and I was so relieved pulling that off and being completely nude. I put aside the wet pad at a dry place and took a very long bath trying to wipe off the guilt that I accumulated the whole day being a housewife.
Nothing much happened more and frankly I was not expecting any more! Nirmal did come once to take my pad and also served me the dinner. Meenakshi did come to ask me how was the fair and the wink of her eye told me that she was aware of my sensuous evening humiliation. Sanjeev came with a pair of spare blouses, which Master-ji had sent matching my size and also with the message that I need to attend Guru-ji at 06:30 am in the morning. I was so much exhausted after discharging fully twice in a single day with such a heavy dose of exposure and purposeful handling by males that I immediately fell flat on bed after doing my minimum chores.
I was feeling so hot that almost pulled up my nightdress to my abdomen and remained hugely exposed with no undergarments. I fell to sleep quickly, very natural, and honestly had a very tight sleep. I did dream that night, but that was very haphazard and I could not make out anything of it though remembered the presence of the snakes and Mishra-ji with his dog in the dream.
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