Bum Beating During Bus Ride

by Ramprabhu

Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Romantic, Heterosexual, True Story, Oriental Male, Oriental Female, Masturbation, Petting, Caution, Indian Erotica, .

Desc: True Sex Story: This is a real incident during a bus journey. I helped a middle aged lady to get into a bus during a very crowded time. Later standing behind her I fully beat my cock on her buttocks throughout the time of journey. I also poked my cock on her tit and she did me masturbation for my tremendous satisfaction.

This happened in the year 1992 when I was staying in Thanjavur where I was employed. I was staying alone in a relative's house, taking my food in hotels. I have already written about one incident that happened to me there with a Malayalee women under the title "HANDJOB FROM A HANDSOME AUNTY" which is available in this very site. This is another incident which happened in a bus journey.

I have an aunty in Trichy who is very dear to me. Her name is Chellamma. She is a widow living alone in her own house. The distance between Trichy and Thanjavur is hardly 60 kilometers and by bus it is about two hours only. My weekly holiday is Sunday. So whenever possible on Saturday evening I will go to her house in Trichy to stay there and return to Thanjavur by Sunday night or Monday morning. I liked staying with her because she will take good care of me. She will prepare good eatables and I enjoyed her cooking, which I found a welcome change to the poor hotel food I was taking on week days. Further I shared all my sexual desires with her and get masturbated by her hand. In fact she only taught me masturbation which I have narrated in this site under the title "MY AUNTY TAUGHT ME MASTURBATION".

Once on a Saturday evening I started for Trichy. It was in year 1992. At that time the famous KUMBAKONAM MAHAMAHAM FESTIVAL was taking place and so lot of pilgrims were coming and going through Thanjavur. So when I went to Thanjavur bus stand to catch a bus to Trichy I found a huge crowd there. I was perplexed and wondered whether I could board a bus there. The rush due to festival was too much and when each bus entered a mad pack of people simply rushed to enter the bus in every possible way unmindful of any concern for others. Even able bodied men found it very difficult to board the buses and the plight of ladies, children and elderly people was not at all mentionable.

I stood by the entrance gate hoping to make into any bus going to Trichy. I did not get lucky for considerable time because I could not show the brute strength to board a bus and so waited for some luck.

I noticed one lady of about 40 years also trying to get into some bus. She was not successful being a lady and further I saw she was carrying two huge bags in her both hands. Even with no luggage she had less chance to board a bus that day. Now today definitely with these impediments, she can never hope to enter a bus in that rush. She would run with her bags alongside any bus coming inside in an attempt to get in, and then unsuccessfully return to wait for the next one. I watched her pathetic attempts to get into the bus with some amusement and also felt pity at her plight.

The lady also noticed me waiting for sometime and she smiled at me. I was confused and kept quiet because I thought she smiled at me by some mistake. But she again smiled at me and I also smiled back at her. She was a total stranger to me so her smile baffled me. Then she came near me and asked "don't mistake me — are you going to Trichy?". I said "yes madam". She said "you do not have any luggage with you?". I said "no — but why do you ask?". She said "in that case can you kindly do me a help?". I said "please tell me". She said "I am also going to Trichy — I am not able to catch any bus — with these two bags I find it very difficult to run and enter a bus in this rush — so if you will kindly help me by carrying one bag I will get into the bus and later take the bag from you".

I hesitated because I felt in that rush it will be difficult for me also to get into any bus if I carried a big bag in my hand. But she looked at me with expectation and I could not bluntly say no. Seeing my hesitation she then sighed and said "it is alright — please forgive me for asking". She was about to leave when I said "no madam — I will help you — give me one bag". She smiled with relief and said "I do not know how to thank you — God will always bless you". I was touched by her sincere thanks and said "it is alright — after all we have to help each other — otherwise there is no purpose in our life". She again smiled and said "when I saw you I felt you are a real nice person from good family and felt you will help me if I asked you — now my feeling is correct and I thank Lord Vishnu for showing you to me today". I was bit embarrassed and said "no — please don't use big words — after all this is nothing". She said "no — before you I asked two or three men but they just did not care even to listen — so I must sincerely thank you".

Then she gave one bag to me and carried the other with her. I was a bit relieved because even though the bag was big and full it weighed tolerably only. Out of politeness I said "you please give me the other bag if that is heavier than this". She said "no — both contain clothes only — weight is mot much — only they are trouble because they are big and bulky".

We stood nearby and waited for our bus. She politely asked me about myself and I told my name and said I was employed in a company in Thanjavur and was going to Trichy to spend weekend with my aunty there. She said her name was Pankajam and she was married and living in Trichy with husband and children. She had come to her relative's house in Thanjavur and was returning to her place. We then chatted this and that for sometime.

After sometime a Trichy bound bus came. Fortunately some civic minded person had complained to transport authorities so an employee of the transport came and stood blocking entry into bus and people were asked to form queue. Even for this there was lot of pushing and pulling and we managed to stand in the queue, she first and me behind her. People boarded the bus through back entrance only with some orderliness and we were sure to get in.

Somehow again pandemonium started because that employee went away. Then people rushed into the bus through front entrance also and in a jiffy the queue was broken and again it became might is right. We had reached very close to the back entrance when this happened and somehow we managed to get inside jostling with everyone. In a minute the bus became jam-packed and there was no place for any last minute boarders like us to even stand properly. She stood holding the overhead bar and she was pushed tightly against the backrest of a seat and a side bar. I was just behind her pressed onto her back from every side. In each seat provided for two persons three sat crushing each other and we were just pressing hard on them with not an inch of free space to even move our limbs. In my entire life in many bus journeys I had not felt so much tightly compressed by human bodies from all sides.

She was holding a bar over her head and she stood somewhat leaning on some ladies who were sitting. I was just behind her with my entire body pressing behind her. In fact my navel was tightly pressed to her buttocks. I felt a little uneasiness with such close pressing on her body but I had really no other choice.

The conductor came and started giving tickets. Because he could not move inside the jam-packed bus to issue tickets, he stood outside the bus and through windows he issued tickets. She could not take and open her purse with one hand and the conductor got irritated and shouted at her to give him money quickly. So I told her "don't worry — I will buy two" and from conductor I purchased ticket for her also. She protested but I said "it is alright — in Trichy I will take the money". She thanked me very much for my kind gesture.

A little later the bus started its journey and the jerks and jolts caused me to repeatedly fall and press my body more on her. I felt a bit embarrassed and tried to make it as less as possible but practically I got plastered to her back. I could feel the heat of her buttocks on my lap and I will not say it was unwelcome to me. If she felt any embarrassment at least she did not show it to me. She knew I did not do so intentionally. Further I had helped her to get into bus by holding one bag for her and also purchased ticket for her when she could not open her purse and thereby saved her from the ire of the conductor. Perhaps she felt grateful to me for this and hence put up my pressing though definitely it should have caused her some embarrassment and anguish.

One of the women sitting in the seat saw me pressing myself tightly to the backside of Pankajam. This woman probably mistook my act and got offended for some reason and she said to me in a sharp voice "mister - go to front and stand — why you fall on that lady like this". I said defensively "where is place in front — show me and I will go". She said "if you press this lady like this how she will feel — don't you have any courtesy?". I got irritated and said "if you know courtesy then you give your seat to this lady to sit". The woman hotly said "I know what is courtesy — you don't teach me — only you don't know what it is - because if you know you will go to front without anyone telling you". I understood she wanted to provoke a fight with me so that others will notice it and come to her support. So I did not say anything to her further. Actually there was also no room for me to move to front and further I also secretly liked to keep my lap pressed onto Pankajam's buttocks. In fact I had rubbed my cock on her bums a few times when the bus jolted and I felt very nice doing it. So I did not want to move from her behind. I said to Pankajam "I feel bad about pressing you like this - but there is no space to move — that woman is unnecessarily suspecting me". She said soothingly "there is too much crowd — what you can do?". I felt somewhat better with her reply.

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