Next Part: My college mate is a stripper now! – Part 4
Finally, we reached the highway after 20 minutes of driving. Till we reached the highway, neither Roopa nor I spoke a word about what had just happened. Roopa finally broke the silence and asked me ‘Are you upset?’
‘Upset?! For what dear?’
‘For what I did,’ she said hesitantly.
‘No, honey, why would I get upset? You made a dead dick stand again!’ I laughed
She finally came out of her doubt, and she laughed with me.
‘You know what?! I enjoyed! That old bastard tried to embarrass you, and you handled it boldly.
She felt really happy that I didn’t get upset; better, I enjoyed it! She held my hand and kissed me as I was driving.
‘I know you are bold, but you just pissed on him,’ I laughed.
‘Yeah, he was so irritating with his vulgar comments,’ she said.
‘I think he will masturbate for one full month thinking about you, ‘ I winked at her.
‘Please stop,’ she tapped on my shoulders
‘Have you done this before?’ I asked.
‘What?’ she asked, confusedly.
‘This piss thing, ‘ I told her.
‘Yeah, this is quite common on special private parties, ‘ she said, holding my hand. ‘Please don’t mistake my past,’ she added.
‘Honey.. I love you.. I don’t care about your past. We are married now, and I know you are loyal to me. Don’t worry, you can tell me anything.’
She kissed me, and I did too carefully as I was driving.
‘As I said before, I kind of like the things you do like this, it actually excites me,’ I said.
‘Aww… How lucky am I!’ She held my hand and kissed it.
We finally reached the hotel at around 1.30 p.m. It was raining there.
It wasn’t looking like a hotel, not atleast in standards. However, I made the payment already. We had no other option as the places we planned to visit are nearby.
We parked our car and got into the reception. There was an old lady, probably in her 60s and a young boy, maybe 19, but definitely not more than 20. We got our luggage and went to the desk. Roopa’s tight crop top showed the shape of her boobs and nipples.
It immediately got the young boy’s attention. However, he looked extremely shy, and he was only looking at me. He never looked at Roopa, and most of the time, he was looking down at the computer. The old lady was in charge, as we got to know from the conversation between them.
She was wearing power glasses, which looked thicker and blurrier. I guessed she couldn’t see without them. She, however, was able to find our booking. She told us to wait on the couch. She asked the boy to get the room ready as the booking starts at 2.
The boy came down in 5 minutes and told the old lady that the room was ready. The old lady told him something and went out of the hotel, probably she’s going to take lunch. The boy was sitting on the desk now. I went up to him and asked his name. He said his name is Prakash.
I introduced myself and Roopa to him. He carried all our luggage and took us to the room. He explained the usual stuff. I asked him where we could celebrate Holi in a public place. The town where we were staying at the hotel was not lively.
He told us there’s a city, which is 4 km from the hotel. There, people gather to celebrate Holi at around 5 pm. I asked him what he was doing, and he told me he’s in college, going to finish his second year. I took the details from him, and he left us in the room.
We decided to leave the hotel to join the Holi celebration by 4.30 p.m. We were tired, so we slept for a while. As I woke up at 4, I saw Roopa coming out of the bathroom in a towel; she was looking sexy as usual. She told me to get ready fast.
I took a bath and got dressed up. I was wearing a cotton shirt and shorts. At the same time, Roopa wore loose jean shorts and a baggy white shirt without a bra or panties. The shirt was thin, and it showed her boobs moving inside as she walked. We looked out from the balcony. It was still raining.
With this shirt, if Roopa steps out, it would immediately turn transparent. Roopa looked excited about it. She gave me a naughty look and I understood what she was up to. We left our room and went past the reception.
Prakash checked on us, especially Roopa; her boobs jiggled clearly as she came down the stairs. I gave the key to him.
After half an hour of driving, we reached the town, Prakash said. It was fully lit up with celebrations all over, and there was music. We got excited to see the celebrations as people were chasing others to drench them with colours. It was still drizzling.
We parked our car away from people, and we decided to join the moment. We walked towards the crowd, and Roopa whispered to me, ‘Stay close to me, but till we return to the hotel, forget we are married. ‘ I smiled at her, knowing what she’s up to. We agreed on this and entered the crowd.
Just as we entered, we were greeted with colour powder right on our faces. There was coloured powder, coloured water and water balloons flying all over the place. We could barely see each other. Our faces were completely covered in colours, and I had to identify Roopa only by her shorts.
There were men and women of all age groups dancing and throwing water balloons randomly. Some of the men were shirtless, just in their shorts. Many women in sarees are completely drenched in water. Their blouses, navels and cleavages were fully exposed. They barely cared about it.
Roopa started dancing with random men and women. The first two buttons on her shirt were off, and her cleavage was already covered in colour powder. A guy passing by threw a couple of water balloons right at Roopa’s boobs. She wasn’t expecting it; she looked shocked and happy.
Her shirt was wet and turned transparent, and the shape of her boobs was completely exposed. Her dark, round nipples stuck to her shirt. But it was not abnormal, as many girls dancing with her were in the same state. Many middle-aged women were in the crowd.
Their pallus were completely off, exposing their deep cleavages and nipple impressions on their blouses. It was normal; however, Roopa’s dance made her look sexy. Her boobs were almost coming out every time she jumped in joy. I was in a separate group dancing near Roopa.
After a while, Roopa got tired of dancing and she signalled me to move to a different group. Roopa walked in front of me, and I followed her. We were walking amidst the crowd, passing by and squeezing into every gap available as we were moving into the packed crowd.
A guy crossing us touched Roopa’s cheeks with colours on his hands and wished her. She wished him back, and the guys followed him (looked like his friends). They did the same thing as I was walking behind her like a stranger. I couldn’t clearly see what was happening.
A few hugged her, and she hugged them back. A guy tapped on her ass, but she didn’t care and moved forward. Roopa turned around to me, and I saw a few palm prints on her shirt right at her boobs. She winked and turned away to move forward.
Finally, we reached a group of boys and girls who appeared to be college friends. All the boys were shirtless, and the girls were wearing crop tops and skirts. Every single girl in the group has palm prints on their top at their boobs. The boys in the group joined Roopa.
They started throwing colours and dancing with her. I looked at the area, and it looked like we had moved to an alley between buildings, and it was fully packed. We hardly had space to move. A group of around 20 boys were around Roopa. They groped her navel and boobs with colours.
Roopa’s boobs were bouncing, and she jumped with them, holding their hands. They held her by the waist. Roopa ran her hands over the boys’ bodies, seducing them right away. Roopa’s navel and neck were fully covered in colours.
As she jumped with them to the music, two more of her shirt buttons got ripped off by an ‘unintentional’ hand among the boys. Her shirt was fully open until her navel now. A few more jumps would get her boobs completely out. Hands were reaching out to her boobs from all corners, and she didn’t stop them.
In a matter of seconds, about 4 or 5 hands reached her boobs with colours rubbed all over them. She squeezed it and went back to her shirt, which was not completely unbuttoned. Her boobs were fully out, and almost 20 boys were groping her. A few reached into her shorts.
By looking at her face, I could easily say atleast 5 boys were fingering her. Her eyes were up, and her mouth opened. I was just at the right distance to hear her moan. As we were in an alley, the main crowd on the road had no idea what was happening. Her shirt was ripped off, and her shorts were pulled down.
She was lifted off the ground, and 5 boys were fingering her. There were atleast 6 to 8 fingers in her pussy. She was moaning loudly. Her head was slightly lower than the rest of her body. I saw 3 guys stripped naked and had hard boners. They held her head tightly and started face fucking her.
She was still being fingered. Her boobs were sucked hard, and she squirted hard. They had put her down and started taking turns to fuck her. She was on top of a black guy with a decent 7-inch dick who was fucking her. Soon, a fat guy joined him at her back, finding his way right through her asshole.
She was being double penetrated by two guys out in the open before me. Two more guys went on to put their dicks in her mouth and took both like a cock hungry slut. They fucked her like a whore, and the guy who was fucking her in the asshole shot his cum inside her.
Just in a while, another guy started fucking her asshole. This went on for about 15 minutes, and Roopa finally came. She screamed like a slut holding two dicks in both her hands. She pulled herself out of the erect dicks that were fucking her.
She lay on her back, and about 15 boys surrounded her and started masturbating. She laughed as if she was drunk and stuck her tongue out, welcoming all the cum load that was about to shoot out at her. One by one, they cum, and they all aimed for her face and boobs.
She happily took it all on her face and body as if she were longing for it. Finally, all 15 of them shot their hot cum on her, and she was fully covered in their thick hot cum. Her face was completely covered in cum, and there was a mouthful for her to swallow.
After they shot their cum, they started leaving the place, and I went to pick her up from the ground. She stood up and looked at me. I could barely see her face as it was fully covered in cum, and it was dripping all over. She held my face and made me look at her. She swallowed a mouthful of cum.
I hugged her and kissed her and dressed her up with the random t-shirt and shorts I found in the alley. I helped her walk to the car, crossing all the people; they all looked at her face, covered with cum. They would’ve probably thought it was some weird, coloured liquid.
It rained heavily once we left the place. Roopa was completely exhausted by handling a bunch of dicks in all her holes. We reached the hotel at around 7 in the evening. Without even looking at Prakash at the reception, we went to the room, and Roopa slept like a baby that night.