Got fucked in Car by a strangers

Encouraged by my consent, she pulled off my pajama robes gently and let her right hand inside my panties to stroke my hair. Her left hand went around my back and came forward to rest on my left breast.

Her fingers started tickling my left breasts and my nipples immediately became harder. I was extremely aroused and my hands went between her legs and started rubbing her crotch.

I was under the impression that Prashant, her husband was watching the road. But, he wasn’t. Suddenly, he turned around and asked Swati, “Tayyar zaali ka (Is she ready)?” For which she answered in one word. “ho”

Prashant moved towards the Sardarji driver and whispered something into his years. The sardarji immediately began laughing and said loudly, “Bahut acche…Bahut acche (Very good…Very good).”

I suddenly realized that there was something wrong in the atmosphere. The sardarji suddenly took a sharp left turn and parked the taxi a few meters away from the main road inside a dark area covered with dense trees.

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Prashant opened his air bag and pulled out a quarter bottle of drinks and handed it over to the Sardarji. Afterwards, he got out of the front door and came behind to sit on the back seat. I was now sitting sandwiched between the husband and the wife.

“What is going on?” I asked with fear. Prashant smiled at me and his hands fell on my breasts. I jumped realizing the gravity of the situation and tried hard to push him over. But, Swati quickly let her hands around my waist and held me tightly so that I can’t move.

“Oradaiche nahi (Don’t shout)” Prashant cautioned me with a grim voice.

I was really frightened and watched the determination in his eyes. He easily pulled off my pajama as it had been disrobed by Swati much earlier. He buried his face between my thighs and began shaking sideways.

I felt his strong hard beard and mustache pricking my thighs and his nose was rubbing against my panties. Swati in the meantime, had let her hands get into my churidar and was caressing my stomach.

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“Aunty, what are you doing?” I asked with anger.

“Why are you objecting now?” She said laughingly and her hands immediately went to my bra. She started pressing my breasts by holding my bra cups. Her thumbs were teasing my nipples.

“Ohhh!” I moaned helplessly.

“Gharam zaali (She is aroused),” Swati told her husband. He immediately looked up and smiled. He told something in Marathi again and Swati lifted my churidar above my chest. Prashant began kissing my stomach repeatedly making me gasp. His tongue made circles around my navel and licked my soft skin. His hands pulled down my panties below my knees.

I struggled hard not to let my womanhood getting exposed but he was too strong and easily pulled off my panties. His eyes were staring at my public hair and soon he began stroking my clit with his fingers.

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“Mazaa aali ka (Are you having fun)?” He asked me grinding his teeth and rubbing my clit faster and faster. I wasn’t replying because I knew I wasn’t strong enough to fight the couples.

In fact, I was really getting aroused because of the teasing on my clit as well as on my breasts. Suddenly, Prashant inserted two fingers inside my hairy pussy clit and started moving in and out with tremendous speed.

I started screaming as his hard fingers rubbed all around my pussy walls and I realized that I was oozing involuntarily.

Swati in the meantime, left my breasts, took off her ‘pallu’ (top end of sari), and opened her blouse and bra. It was just the opportunity I was looking for as she had taken off her hands from me.

As I tried to sit up with the support of my arms and kicking Prashant with my legs, Swati pulled my face towards her big indian boobs. I immediately felt her nipples on my mouth and she was forcing me to suck her breasts. I wasn’t opening my mouth and closed my eyes too.