Fuckfest On A Bus Ride To Badrinath

My wife and I went to for pilgrimage that included five 
hours journey in a rickety small bus packed with 
filthy, ugly and big black villagers. To make things 
easier, it was dark, very dark. Unplanned things 
happened. (MMF, wife, bi, exh, intr, size, India)

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When we just got married, my wife and I decided to go 
to a temple located high up on the Himalayas. It is a 
very special temple where Shiva and Parvati got married 
and we thought it would bring good luck to our newly 
married life.

The temple is located at a very high altitude of 8,000m 
above the sea level and understandably it is bitterly 
cold there. Being young, the only way we could afford 
to reach there was by a private bus. We boarded the 
already packed bus at 2am and realized there was no way 
we were going to get comfortable at all as most of the 
passengers were going to the same area as there are 
many famous temples in the vicinity.

The bus which was probably meant to accommodate about 
45 passengers had more than 100 passengers, crammed 
every where. The seats meant for three people were 
packed with at least five and there was absolutely no 
place to move once you parked yourself even in a 
standing space. The specially designed bus had a 
slightly larger standing area at the back. This area 
had no seats at all but it had this standing seat along 
the bus walls. We couldn't even find one of these 
standing seats as a group of loudly speaking village 
men parked their backsides there just before us.

Anyway, we knew it was a long five-hours journey but 
since we had decided to go, we just decided to endure 
it. The temple, being in such cold area, was opened to 
worshippers only for two months in a year, and we 
unfortunately were going there only in the last week 
before the temple closed for the next 10 months.

Thank god it was winter, otherwise all these packed 
bodies inside this small space would have been 
horrible. In fact we were quite warm because of all the 
people around us, wrapped in blankets and shawls and 
all things warm. We ourselves had a big blanket to wrap 
around ourselves.

As the bus started we realized what problem we will 
face throughout the journey - the hilly-terrain road 
curves at every 200 or half a km making all the 
passengers sway here and there like pendulums. Since 
the bus was very crowded, even if we didn't hold on to 
the handrails, we still pushed against someone or the 
other.

The very first time, the bus lurched over the corner, 
my wife was pushed against this old villager on the 
standing seat but people in the Indian villages are 
very accommodating and caring about such things and the 
man didn't make a fuss and he even helped her get back 
in her standing position by holding her still with his 
two hands.

We were also overdressed. I was wearing two pairs of 
longjohns under my corduroys and four layers of shirts 
and undershirts with a warm large jacket topping it 
all. My wife on the other hand, was dressed in the 
traditional Indian saree. There is no way to wear many 
layers underneath so she had worn stockings under her 
petticoat. On top, she was wearing a traditional blouse 
which shows a lot of midriff but when it comes to cold 
winds, you can freeze to death. But anyway, she was 
wearing a cardigan and a thick Kashmiri shawl was 
draped around her shoulders.

And like I said it was very crowded, whenever I tried 
to put my arms around her waist, I invariably touched 
other people's body so I just let it be.

After we passed the outskirts of the small town, to our 
relief, the driver switched off the lights and brought 
the bus into utter darkness with no light even from the 
thick forested external environment.

My wife held on my shoulders and putting her face to my 
chest, she tried to grab a few winks. It was impossible 
for me to get any sleep in the "lurching" situation, so 
I just held on the handrails for dear life with both 
hands. The bus was swaying and rocking and moving 
forward at the same time. The old carriage was rickety 
and the windows made deafening din with glass frames 
colliding with the body frame. And of course the cold 
wind that was creeping inside from the hundreds of 
nooks and crevices in the bus.

My wife was soon asleep, and I could feel her hands 
slipping down from my shoulder. At last they stopped at 
my waist and stopped there. She was also slumping a bit 
having been dead tired because of not sleeping before 
boarding the bus and for walking 23 miles out of our 
village. She was sleeping deeply and probably didn't 
even remember that she was on a bus. Now her head had 
also slipped down almost to my stomach and her buttocks 
were slightly splayed, pushed behind further away from 
her body. Her ample ass had landed right in the lap of 
the old villager, who also seemed asleep. Almost 
everyone around us seemed to enjoy some shut eye.

There were men of all shapes and sizes on all sides of 
us. There were some women, but they were lucky enough 
to get seats in the front. There was a rather unusually 
tall man next to our right and there was a rather 
pathetic looking wretch on his right, making him 
positioned just next to my wife. To our left, were four 
nasty looking swarthy men wearing stale smelling 
clothes and covering themselves with huge black, woolen 
blankets. There were three men behind me to the right 
and the left and right smack behind me but I couldn't 
see them. The standing seats were taken mostly by men 
whose wives were sitting in front. Everyone seemed fast 
asleep, holding on to whatever they could.

I also sort of dozed a little in the cramped but 
surprisingly cosy interiors. At one corner as the bus 
lurched, I was awakened slightly. I felt some movement 
behind me like, but anyway the man behind me had been 
so close to me all this while that I had been feeling 
his front at my back right since the bus started 
moving. Then I notice that my wife had further slumped 
down in the lap of the old man. But he was no 
complaining. If it was me I would have thrown her off 
my lap but the nice old man had actually held her from 
her waist to prevent her falling down.

Although it was difficult to see in the dark, I could 
make out that my wife's sari had been pulled up to her 
thighs in all the movement. The nice old man was 
rubbing her thigh with one hand probably to keep her 
warm in such cold. I made a mental note to give him a 
thank you gift when we got down. Then I realized that 
the very tall man on my right had his hands on my 
wife's breasts and he was slowly massaging them. But 
his eyes were shut so I brushed the movement to the 
fact that he was probably thinking it is his wife in 
his dream. Poor thing! His big black paw of a hand had 
covered the entire breast of my wife and looked just so 
incredible. The other wretch like man next to the tall 
one, was shivering with cold and had placed his head 
between my wife's breasts, just next to the tall man's 
hand.

On the other side, the four nasty men had very kindly 
draped some of their blanket on their side of my wife 
to keep her warm. The rest I couldn't see as most of 
the other side of my wife was covered by their blanket.

The movement behind my back had made me feel itchy and 
I snaked my hand behind just to scratch my back a 
little. My hand slid along my wife's hand somehow still 
draped behind my back holding me for support. But I was 
surprised to find that she was holding something in her 
hands. Something very hot and slippery. I felt a jerk, 
when my hand touched the hot rod like thing. Oh it felt 
so nice. The thing was burning hot and in such cold 
weather seemed like heaven send. I also held on to it 
tightly. It was fairly large and I was not able to hold 
it completely in my hand. 

I could also feel some throbbing vein-like protrusions 
on the surface. And it was getting wetter and wetter. 
The more I squeezed it, the wetter it got. My wife's 
hand was moving up and down the rod-like thing. When I 
moved my hand further away to check how long was that 
thing, I can across some scrubby, brush-like substance 
sticking from a flat hot skin like surface and as I 
trailed my hand downwards I could feel two strong and 
large but very hairy fruits.

Just then I felt hot air on my neck and the man behind 
me pushed onto me a little. He bit my ears and 
whispered, "Yeah stroke my nasty cock, you faggot." I 
repulsed at the thought that I had been stroking his 
cock and that made me almost puke, I tried to put my 
hand to my mouth to stop the feeling only to realize 
that the slick pre-fuck juice smeared all over my hand 
was now all over my face and lips. Involuntarily I 
licked my lips and to my horror, enjoyed the salty 
aftertaste. Immediately to my shock, I craved to lick 
some more and involuntarily, I moved my hand back to 
taste more of this stranger's pre-cum.

I felt his hands surround me as he stroked my now 
hardening cock through my pants. In the noise and the 
darkness I never realized that he had opened my 
trousers and pushed all the longjohns down to my knees. 
I only realized when I felt the wet and very hard tip 
of his cock probing at my asshole. I also felt my wife 
pulling my asscheeks apart to give easy access to this 
man to fuck my ass. I was shivering from cold and the 
unknown anticipation of being fucked in public for the 
first time.

By now, my eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I saw, 
the tall man groping my wife's breasts was actually 
groping her bare boobs, and his cock, as big as he was 
tall, was smearing pre-cum all over her boobs. The 
stinking beggar next to them was actually licking all 
his pre-cum from her boobs and sometimes he sucked his 
cock as well.

On the other side, under the blanket, my left hand 
traced its way down to my wife's face and came across 
the meanest and fattest and thickest cock ever. It was 
stuck in the mouth of my bride of five-days who was 
sucking the cock earnestly. As my hand moved around, it 
felt three other cocks, strategically placed to 
alternate being sucked by my wife. All four cocks were 
fat, thick and as I realized after sliding the skins, 
uncut. 

On one of the cocks I felt something grainy and 
squeezing it off the cock brought it back to my nose 
and it smelled heavenly like ripening cheese. I licked 
it once and the cock cheese exploded my senses. I had 
to immediately go back for more but before that I 
screamed in pain as the man behind me slammed his cock 
to the hilt in my virgin asshole. Luckily he also 
clamped his large hand over my mouth and so sound 
escaped.

He waited for a moment and started fucking me with deep 
strokes. I could feel the veins throbbing on his cock, 
I could feel the thick cock pulsating with every 
stop...oh I felt so full and nice. He must have been 
very quick because within a few strokes he thrust as 
deep as he could and I felt ropes after thick ropes of 
his blazing hot sperm coating the innards of my rectum. 
He stayed inside for 10 minutes and the withdrew 
leaving me feeling empty. The feeling didn't last long 
as the man next to him took his place and pushed his 
even larger cock in my well fucked and well lubed ass-
pussy.

I think the men realized that I was no threat and 
started openly playing with my whore of a wife. With 
all the pushing and thrusting from behind, my mobile 
phone fell down from the front pocket of my shirt. As I 
bent down to pick it up, I came face to face with my 
wife. Her eyes were closed as if she was still 
sleeping. She was some sight with her massive tits 
being mauled by one giant cock and the skinny man. Her 
mouth was full of cock and the owner of the cock was 
thrusting in and out lazily, enjoying the sensations o 
her warm moist mouth. My face was so close to her that 
I could smell all the sweaty aromas of their balls and 
the musky smell of their pre-cum made my head swim.

Just then, another fat uncut smelly cock brushed 
against my nose sending shivers down my spine. The 
moment that man realized that his cock hit my face, he 
took hold of his abnormally fat fuck-tool and forced 
its foreskinned cock head in my mouth. I held it inside 
to savour the taste and he started fucking my mouth 
like an old pussy pushing in mercilessly past my 
throat. 

I gagged but he held my head in a iron-grip. Soon I was 
being fucked from both ends. And I realized that the 
old man at the standing seat was holding my wife 
protectively only because he had raised her petticoat 
and was fucking her slowly with his old, gnarled but 
very large uncut cock. His grey pubic hair was shining 
in the darkness.

Soon, the cock in my mouth erupted with thick, clotty, 
load of sperm. It was very bitter and smelly but I had 
no choice but swallow it. The moment the shrinking cock 
withdrew from my mouth the second one invaded my cock-
craving mouth. One my one, my wife and I sucked all the 
cocks in the rear of the bus and my wife got fucked in 
her fertile pussy by all the old villagers who could 
raise their cocks up.

Time passed very quickly, and the dawn started 
breaking. As the light started illuminating the bus, I 
realized my wife and I looked like cum soaked whores 
with cum splattered on our face, hair and clothes. My 
wife rearranged her clothes and so did I and all the 
men, just stood their with massive satisfied grins on 
their faces.

The bus came to its final destination within the next 
half hour and everyone alighted. Both my wife and I 
were, on the other hand so exhausted that we just 
couldn't move. Just then the driver of the bus - a 
really fat and ugly man of 65, with a jet black skin - 
walked to us at the back of the bus and asked if we 
wanted to rest for a while in the bus itself.

We said yes. 

He took out a really tattered mattress from under one 
of the seats and spread it on the floor of the bus for 
us. As we lay down, he unzipped and hauled out the 
meanest, blackest, fattest and smelliest cock we had 
ever seen, and he slapped my face with his 10-inch fat 
monster cock a few times leaving a trail of thick pre-
cum all over.

"Suck my smelly cock you cocksucker wimp," he said, 
"make it wet and hard so that I can fuck your wife's 
pussy and impregnate her with my smelly sperm." I just 
smiled and started chewing on his fat cock happily as 
my wife started removing her clothes in preparation of 
the fucking that was going to follow.

The End