2009 had started well. I'd gone over to Europe during the Christmas and New Year fortnight and then come back to India and headed straight for Sunita's village where her younger sister was getting married. Bahadur travelled with me by train to a town called Jaunpur and from there we'd taken a bus to the village. Sunita was of course extremely surprised since, despite her invitation, she hadn't been expecting me because I had earlier declined. Living a couple of days in an Indian village, experiencing the immense hospitality and joys of camaraderie, had all been a very humbling occurrence. I met her entire family, lived and dined with them, helped in the wedding preparations, and generally enjoyed myself thoroughly.
There had been a night of wanton sex with Sunita and in some small measure with her sister-in-law Anu. And the debauchery had been divine. Too soon it was all over and I was heading back to Delhi and work. We were all supposed to be taking the train together; Sunita, Anu, Bahadur and myself, but the ladies had begged off saying they would return by the weekend with Anu's husband Ram. We managed to get the tickets postponed and the local station master at Jaunpur had assured us that the empty berths in the compartment would not be filled. Bahadur and I would have the four-berth compartment to ourselves so my driver had organised a good bottle of Old Monk rum, some bottles of coke, and some savoury snacks to go along with the drinks. We were travelling first class of course.
Sunita's father had accompanied me from the village to the railway station and left me in the capable hands of the station master, his friend. He didn't wait for the train to leave because he had some work to do in the town before returning home by bus in the evening. Bahadur was to join me at the train since he had gone off to meet some very distant relatives in the neighbouring town. Departure was scheduled for 6:30 on this mid-January evening, just as the sun would be setting.
The train pulled in on time at 6:10 and Bahadur still hadn't arrived. I'd been calling him for about fifteen minutes but kept getting messages from the service provider saying the phone was not within a cellular range. When Bahadur still hadn't got to the station by 6:30 I was worried; I knew it was too late for him to catch the train but my concern was the fact that he was incommunicado. As scheduled, we left Jaunpur station just when the sun was setting; I heard the long hoot of the diesel engine and then with a slight jerk the train set off on its way. Ten minutes later my cell phone rang; it was Bahadur. After a thousand apologies, he finally managed to convey that his bus had broken down on the highway between the town he had gone to and Jaunpur. There was nothing to be done so I told him to catch the next available train to Delhi and that I'd see him at home.
When the conductor came to check tickets, I told him that the other passenger had missed the train. Since the station master had introduced me to the conductor he was very polite and said that I could keep the entire compartment to myself and that he would not be giving the berths to any passengers on the journey. By 7:30 an assistant conductor and another service person both entered the compartment and busied themselves with making the beds. They pulled down the backrest which converted to a fairly wide berth, spread a clean white bed-sheet on it, laid a pillow and neatly spread a blanket over another sheet. They also left a spare blanket at the foot of the bed. Then, surprisingly, they did the same with the other three berths; two top berths and another lower one. Clearly, nobody had told them that I was the only passenger in this compartment.
The ticket checker came in after his rounds and informed me that dinner would be served in the compartment shortly and wondered if there was anything else I needed. I pulled out the bottle of rum that Bahadur had left with me along with a couple of cokes and invited him to join me for a drink. He smiled and immediately went off to organise two tumblers and a pail of ice cubes. Brilliant! I poured out a round and we chatted about nothing in particular for a while before he said he needed to go back on duty. I was left to myself so I had another drink as I gazed out of the first class windows and saw the feeble street lights go past as a highway ran alongside the railway tracks for some distance. There was a short halt for about four or five minutes at a small station, possibly to pick up postal mail, and then we trundled off again.
Soon after that, the dinner service arrived; a white table cloth was laid out on the pull-out table between the two lower berths and a steel thali placed on it. Dinner consisted of rice and chapattis, chicken curry, a mixed vegetable, daal and yogurt. It all went down well with another glass of rum and coke. After I was done I went to the toilet at the end of the bogey, brushed my teeth, washed up and returned to my compartment. Standing at the entrance, knocking on the door, was the conductor and a lady wrapped in a dark blue woollen shawl. I excused myself past them and slid open the door, looking quizzically at the conductor as I entered. He apologised profusely for disturbing me and asked permission to enter.
Once inside my compartment, I invited him in and asked what the matter was. He continued his apology for some time and then said that a young girl, the daughter of the village head where the train had just stopped for a couple of minutes, needed to travel for about six hours. "She will not go all the way to Delhi, only a few stops and she will reach her destination by about 3:00 a.m. Please Sahib, I must give her a berth to sit so that she is not troubled by any scoundrels outside. She will not disturb you. She will be ready to leave the train at 3 o'clock and I will come to help her out. Sahib, only your compartment has vacant berths. A thousand apologies Sir but you can see my predicament, no?"
He rattled that off in one long monotonous string of words. I was a little put off, having been promised and hence had my expectations raised to believing that I would not have to travel with any company. But I understood the quandary the man was in, and more so the jam this young girl was in. So I acquiesced, nodded at the conductor and stepped aside for the young lady to bring her luggage into the compartment. As it turned out, she only had a tiny suitcase and a backpack. She pushed the suitcase under the berth and placed her bag on the side table at the foot of the bed, next to the door. The conductor looked at me with much appreciation, thanked me, spoke some words to the girl in Hindi, and slid the door shut. I wasn't sure whether I should bolt the door or not.
The next five minutes were spent in silence; a shroud that settled uncomfortably over the suite, only the rattle of the wheels racing over the steel rails in the night. The windows were all shut so the noise was limited but in its own way, a comforting rhythm. With an element of sublime arrogance, I poured myself another drink, thinking I wasn't going to change my pleasure just because I now had forced company. But then I began to feel bad for the girl, or at least my attitude towards her began to seem rather petty and mean. I looked up at her and saw that she was sitting quietly, mouse-like almost, in the corner and staring out of the window.
She had drawn her feet up and sat cross-legged on the lower berth opposite me. Her thick shawl wrapping her up so completely that all I could see of her was her head. As she continued to gaze out of the window the overhead lighting fell partially on her face, with the rest being in shadow from the berth above. She had a fairly dark complexion, darker than the normal wheatish brown that most other women had. Her hair was tied back tight over her head but then neatly braided from the neck down, the ponytail disappearing under cover of the shawl. Her forehead was broad and wide, the eyebrows well groomed, large eyes bordered by long eye lashed, a well structured nose, a small mouth with seemingly regular lips. Her chin was rounded but the jaw line running up to the base of her ears were distinct. Her neck was thin and a little on the long side but it flowed in well with her shoulders of which I could barely see an inch before the shawl covered the rest of her. It was a very young and pretty face and I found myself looking quite unabashedly at her as the train darted through the chilly darkness outside.
I saw her eyelashes flutter; that was the first movement on her body that I observed after we'd settled down on our berths. A couple of seconds later she turned her head and looked me, instantly bowing her head when she realised I was staring at her. I apologised, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to gawk like that."
"Please don't apologise", she said, her head still bowed so that her chin almost rested on her chest. "You have been most kind. I should be apologising to you. Thank you very much for your kindness."
I continued to stare at her, this time completely surprised and taken aback at her near fluency in the language. "You speak English very well" I replied.
"Not so well. I practice in my mind that last few sentences before I say them to you". And with that, she looked up at me with a shy, almost coquettish, grin on her face. She was even prettier with that smile and my involuntary reaction was to smile back at her.
"Would you like to have a drink of Coca Cola? I have some here" I asked.
"What are you drinking?"
"I'm having some rum mixed with coke. I'll just go and wash this glass for you" and I picked up the tumbler which the conductor had used, heading to the wash basins at the end of the bogey.
"No, no, no, please Sir. You no go. Here give me, I go wash." She saw that I was about to object and instead said "OK I have coke but I drink straight from the can so no need glass." Saying that, she reached her hand out and I handed the can to her.
She popped the can and took a couple of thirsty sips and said "Thank you. You always like this kind?"
I ignored her question and asked her if she would like to eat something, thinking I could offer her the savouries that Bahadur had purchased for our journey. But she politely refused my offer, saying that she'd had supper before boarding the train. We sipped our drinks silently as she slid back into the corner of her berth, once again looking out of the window next to her. I topped up my half empty glass with some more rum and coke and pushed back on my berth, resting against the wall of my compartment and returned to contemplating her.
When she reached out for the can of cola, her shawl had naturally dropped to the sides and now hung loosely over her shoulders. She was wearing what looked like a school uniform: a light blue collared shirt buttoned down the middle, a grey pleated skirt that came below her knees, and grey stockings that ran up her calves. There was a belt that ran through hoops at the waist of her skirt. Her face looked so young I was hardly surprised to see her in a school uniform. But her body seemed to be that of a well blossomed mature lady; her breasts were clearly full and round and pressed out against the shirt. The belt cinched around a narrow waist and although she was sitting, the swell of her hips were clearly apparent despite the rather modest skirt she wore.
Not wanting to be caught staring again, I diverted my attention to my cell phone and tried to see whether I was getting an internet connection. I continued sipping from my tumbler and the rum was beginning to bring a familiar buzz into my head and body. "My name is Vidya" I suddenly heard the girl say. I looked up and smiled in response, repeating "Vidya?" Then "nice name, what does it mean?" I asked.
"It means knowledge", she said seriously. So I asked her whether she took her studies seriously and was that why she was in a school uniform. "I am wearing this because it is the only decent dress I have; all my clothes are at home and my suitcase only has dirty clothing inside."
I nodded in understanding and we both slipped into a rather uneasy silence; I wasn't quite sure why. I continued with my drink and attempts at getting a connection on my cell. "Can I have some drink that you are drinking?" Vidya asked after a few minutes.
I looked up surprised and asked her whether she was not too young to drink. She smiled and said "I am old enough... 19". I was in two minds, not sure whether her face or her body reflected her true age. But who was I to second guess her. I passed the bottle to her and asked her to help herself. She got up, took the spare tumbler outside to wash and then returned. I observed her pour a fairly stiff shot into the glass and then top it up with cola from the can. "Have you ever had alcohol before?" I asked. She just smiled back at me, not answering my question.
Drink in hand, she pushed herself back on the berth and sat with her legs stretched out in front of her, the soles of her feet towards me. She wasn't more than five feet tall so most of her was on the berth, with only her ankles and feet over the edge. Her shawl had now parted completely although it still rested precariously on the ledge of her shoulders. While pushing herself backwards on the berth, her grey pleated skirt had pushed upwards and I could now see bare skin from the top of her stocking to mid-thigh on her right side. "Do you live in India" Vidya asked again in that sudden manner she seemed to have. "Yes, in Delhi" I replied.
We talked a bit about my work and where I was from, we chatted some about her and the town she was headed for. She asked questions about Delhi and told me she intended to go there and find a job maybe next year. Sometime during this meaningless dialogue of ours, she poured herself another drink and even topped up my glass without asking. She drained the coke out, splitting it between the two tumblers and used the spoon in the ice bucket to manoeuvre ice cubes into both glasses. Placing my glass on the side table, she raised her and said "Cheers!"
I was finding it difficult to keep my mind on the conversation. My brain still saw and accepted her as a young girl with a very pretty face; I was unable to come to terms with her drinking and the vision of her body, slowly revealing itself. Unable to decipher whether her moves were intentional or not, I now looked unabashedly at her.
Her skirt had ridden up her thigh, revealing the top and side of a very firm and smooth shank; her shawl had parted and my eyes were now riveted on the massive bulge of her bosom pushing hard against the blue shirt that she wore. She finished her glass of rum and coke before I'd taken three sips of mine; her eyes may have begun to glass over, I wasn't quite sure. But the coquettish smile returned to her lips as she looked me in the eyes. I chose to say nothing. "It is getting hot inside compartment, no?" she asked. I nodded with an ambiguous shake of my head but kept staring at her.
She brought her fingers to the top of her shirt and unbuttoned first one, then another; her thighs parted imperceptibly as she sighed and threw her head back against the wall of her berth. She then undid yet another button on her shirt, leaving only two more going down to her waist where it tucked in to her skirt. "I can have one more drink please?" she said to me. I was uncomfortable with the situation but said nothing, only stared back at her. She got up from her bed and walked over to the table, picked up the bottle and poured a slug into her tumbler; then leaned into the hamper which Bahadur had made for me and pulled out another can of coke which she popped. Pouring half of it into her glass, she turned to the ice bucket and scooped out a large piece of ice with her fingers and dropped it into her drink. She raised the glass to me silently, tipped her head back and took a large gulp from it.
She sat back, her shirt now open down to her navel. The white lace bra pushed her breasts tightly together, forming a deep cleavage on her chest. Below the bra I could see a firm abdomen of dark flesh, and her belly button deeply embedded. She leaned across to the table on her side of the compartment and rummaged inside a bag; one leg on the floor and the other rose on to the berth as she stretched across. She pulled out a smart phone from the bag and sat up again; her thighs were now wide enough apart for me to be able to see her white undies. Her crotch showed a swollen mound behind the cotton underwear and I knew she had a jungle surrounding her pussy, the slight crevice of which was shadowed through the panty.
I took a large swig of rum and coke and continued to gape at her, my mind simply refusing to come to terms with what I was seeing. I felt my penis stir, growing hard very fast within the confines of my trousers. She sat upright, slid forward towards the front of the berth and stretched her hand out to me with her cell phone in it. "Will you please to take my pictures?" I wasn't quite sure what was going on as I reached out and took the camera phone from her. "Pictures of you?" I asked rather irrelevantly. She nodded in the affirmative, then stood up in front of me and straightened out her skirt; she brought the lapels of her shirt together but didn't button up. "Yes. Please. Many pictures." I was too dumbfounded to ask any questions so I simply complied with her request.
It was a simple enough camera to operate. I aimed at her face and snapped one of her; she wasn't smiling any more, but there was a pout on her lips as she stared down at me. I zoomed in and took another close-up of her face, then zoomed out and snapped one full-length of her. The flash kept going off with every click since there wasn't enough light in the compartment this time at night. She raised her arms up, reaching for something on the top berth and I took a couple of her in that pose, her shirt now falling apart to reveal her brassiere. She pulled off the bed-sheet from the berth on top and wrapped it around her, then made some deft movements under the sheet and within five seconds threw her shirt down on the bed next to me.
I took a picture of her wrapped in the sheet just before she let it slide off her shoulders; she stood there in front of me in just her bra and frock. As I had noticed earlier, it had a lace edging with scalloped trimming around the top of the cups. Her boobs weren't as large as Sunita's or Anu's but they were still big; a D-cup for sure. Her breasts were pressed up and tight against one another and the cleavage was very deep. I wanted to suddenly push a finger into the ravine, maybe even bury my face into it; instead I got up and picked up the bed-sheet from the floor. As I was handing it to her, Vidya said with a rather forlorn expression on her face, "You no like my looks, Sahib?" Not wanting to hurt her sentiments, and also in all honestly, I replied saying she was very beautiful. My throat was parched and I barely managed to get the words out.
"Then please take many more pictures; I send to my boyfriend in Delhi." I was surprised at this explanation although I had decided by this time that nothing about Vidya was going to faze me anymore; she'd already shocked me to the limit. I clicked a few more pictures of her, standing up and moving around to get different angles. She posed in different postures; lying down, standing, sitting on the lower berth, one leg on the floor another on the bed. Then, catching me off guard, she clambered up to the top berth and sat there, her thighs parted and her legs dangling down. Her panty clad pussy was at the same level of my face; there were stray hairs peeking out from inside the underwear but the lump was so obvious and I could make out the dark jungle inside.
As I stared at her crotch, I took some close up pics and saw on the screen of the camera phone, the fingers of her right hand pulling aside the hem of her panties to reveal the fullness of that hairy growth. The hair was thick and dark and long, matted in small areas where the pressure of the underwear had constricted their blossom. Her fingers now played with the bush, tips running through the dense undergrowth; occasionally she would pull a small tuft to its full length of almost two inches. She then reached for the top of her panties and quickly pushed them down, raising her buttocks momentarily as it slid past her hips and stretched across the breadth of her thighs. "Pull down for me please, Sahib", I heard her say. Her breath seemed heavier that before; the cuteness had been replaced by something a lot more mature and feral.
I grabbed her intimate under clothing and pulled it down over her knees and down past her ankles, dropping them on the corner of her berth. "Thank you, Sahib. My stockings also please." As I said, I was past surprise so I simply complied removing one stocking first, then the other, and dropped them next to her panties. And then Vidya pushed fingers from both her hands into the thick bush, parted the hair and revealed the outer lips of her cunt. They were dark brown and fleshy. As she splayed them, the more sensitive inner lips came into view and beyond that the pink coral of her innermost secret. Her finger tips were instantly wet from the juices that had been flowing out of her for some time no doubt. I was mesmerised, having long stopped taking any close up pictures of her hairy pussy.
I stopped to ponder what was going on here. Sitting down on my lower berth, I placed her phone camera on the table and took hold of my drink. Was she a whore that the train conductor had cunningly or kindly placed in my compartment? Was Vidya too drunk to be aware or conscious of her lewd behaviour? Was she just a stranger passing through the night looking for a quick fuck? As I contemplated my present reality, she scampered down from the berth above, picked up the stray bed-sheet, draped it around herself and sat next to me. "What are you thinking Sahib? About me? Who is Vidya? What is she doing? Huh? What you thinking Sahib?"
Needless to say I was astounded, amazed at how perceptive she had been. "Yes" I replied, "I was thinking about you."
"Don't worry Sahib. I am not mad and I am not a randi. You are kind with me, I trust you, I like you, and I know I will never meet you again after I go from this train. So I being free with you. I tell you something; I do have boyfriend in Delhi and he send me pictures of himself and his cock outside the pants, and one picture with his lund very big and shooting cream. You understand? What you call cream, what man shoots when he climax? Never mind. So now I want also send him pictures but I cannot ask anybody to take pictures of me like this. So I ask you. You understand Sahib?"
I nodded like an imbecile but said nothing. Then Vidya went on; "I still virgin you know. Maybe marry boyfriend next year if I can go Delhi. Or maybe not; not sure. But want to stay virgin till marriage."
There were many minutes of relative silence after this; only the rattling of our carriage and the rhythm of the wheels running over the rails. I tried to take my mind off this girl but my penis, although not as hard as when I was shooting pictures of her, still refused to revert to its normal state. My blood had been coursing through my body rapidly, my heartbeat was way above normal; I wanted to at least touch her body. Thoughts of the night with Sunita and Anu kept flashing through my brain, making me harder still.
"Will you rub my back Sahib? Just little bit." Saying that, Vidya still sitting next to me, turned sideways facing the door of the compartment and her back towards me. She let the bed-sheet drop around her and waited. I moved my nervous hands up to her neck and let my fingers move silently along the nape. She shivered with a sudden jolt and I felt a shudder run down my spine as well. I moved my palms along her shoulders for a while, then let them course down her flanks before bringing them in to the base of her spine. I moved my hands up along the ridges of her spinal column and spread them across the broad face of her back. I continued this circular motion with both my hands, occasionally stopping at her neck to rub along its length.
I massaged gently for almost twenty minutes and my penis was incredibly hard. If she was just teasing me, and didn't have sex in mind, she was doing an incredible job of it. I decided to take this one step further and unclasped her brassiere from behind. Vidya kept moving her torso, bending and stretching her back like some feline devil, sweet cooing noises emanated from deep within her. I pushed the bra straps off her shoulders and let the undergarment drop around her waist. For a few seconds she let me slide my hands under her arm pits and clasp her breasts. They were young and firm but full and globular; the nipples were very hard and stood out like concrete nubs, the aureoles were puckered and I could feel the coarseness of them. Just as I started playing with her nipples, she moved her left hand behind her and blindly sought out the bulge in my pants.
"You like me, Sahib. Just as I like you. You are very hard and I am very wet. Maybe made for each other." Saying that, Vidya turned around to face me and immediately brought both her hands to my crotch. She had a hint of mischief at the corners of her mouth but her eyes were heavy lidded with lust. Her breasts were the most delectable I had seen in someone that seemed so young. I reached for the as I felt and heard her fingers unzip the fly of my denims. She unbuckled my belt and undid the single button at the waist of my trousers. Before I knew what was happening I felt the soft coolness of her hand unearthing my penis from the twisted contortion it was in, and pulled it out from inside.
I almost climaxed at the suddenness of this wonderful assault. She leaned forward as I clamped on to her glorious boobs and planted a subtle kiss on my lips. Then she looked down and stared at my rod in her hands; she stroked its length gently and felt it firm up within her grip. She seemed quite mesmerised as my hardness steadily grew and the thickness became too much for her to encircle with one fist. "Ohhhh Sahib, this is the most beautiful lund I have ever seen in my life. So thick and so big." She sighed and continued to stroke my manhood till it reached its full stature, standing upright against my belly. Vidya stood up in front of me and pulled me to my feet; then with her hands gripping the top of my jeans and underwear, she slid them down my thighs to my ankles.
She was almost kneeling on the floor of the compartment; we were both a little unsteady because of the rocking of the train and also probably because of the alcohol we had consumed. She stared up at my eyes, bidding me to step out of my pants. As I did that, my cock brushed against her cheeks and her nose; her face must have felt the heat radiating from my genitals. She opened her mouth and took the bulbous red head of my penis into her mouth; she ran the tip of her tongue over it for a few seconds and then pulled away from it. She bent her head sideways and tried to reach under my rod, her tongue now wetting my testicles as she tried to pull one into her mouth. After a few moments of this, she raised her hands upwards, caught hold of my chest and pulled herself upright.
She now stood her full length against my body, the top of her head just below my chin. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the smooth tautness of her back and ran my fingers down the curve of her spine till I reached the waistband of her shirt. I ran my fingers around the top edge looking for the clasp that held it in place. Meanwhile, Vidya's hands found my penis and stroked the length downwards till I felt her cup my testicles in her palms. "You also have hair like mine Sahib. Feel me down," she mumbled into my chest. I felt her breath against my skin, her lips close to my ever sensitive nipple. As I found the clasp and four inch long zipper of her skirt, she took one of taut nipple between her lips.
As ever, I went into a state of heightened ecstasy as the tip of her tongue lashed my hard nipple. I unzipped the skirt from the side where I'd found it and pushed it down past the girls hips. It slithered down her thighs and pooled around her feet. She stepped out of it as I pushed her panties down in the same manner. She now stood stark naked against me; my rigid penis was flush against our two bodies as she continued to fondle my balls and I pushed my own hands between our chest so I could grip her wholesome tits.
She tightened her grip on my penis with one hand and pushed it downwards, forcing me to bend my knees as she guided the ramrod thickness towards the entrance of her wet vagina. I though briefly of what she had said regarding her virginity and wondered whether she wanted me to penetrate her. But she held the fiery tip of my cock against her entrance, using it like a dildo to only titillate her labia. I felt the wetness of her juices envelop my cock head but made no move to shove myself in any deeper. Having bent my knees, my face was now closer to her tits so I pushed my face against her bosom, moving it from side to side and letting the gristle of my unshaven jaws rub against her nipples. She cried out softly, threw her head back and tightened her grip on my cock.
I was finding it difficult to take much more of this; I needed some form of release and was afraid that I might spew my cum into her hands unless I withdrew from the intensity of our body contact. I stepped back to look at her face; beautiful as ever in the flashing light and darkness that the moving train cast on her. She kept stroking my cock till I took her hands in mine and moved them aside so I could step up and feel the length of her body against my own. She freed her hands and moved them behind me, clasping my buttocks and pulling me hard against her as I bent my head to kiss her on the mouth.
Her lips were soft and fleshy and felt wonderful against mine; she slipped her tongue into my mouth and ran it along the ridge of my teeth before lashing out at my own tongue. My hands held her head as I pushed against her mouth, my own tongue now probing deep into her mouth as we lip locked in desperation. I lowered my hands down to her arse and gripped the firm roundness with the same passionate grip that she was holding me with and pulled her firmly against myself. Her breasts flattened against my torso and I felt the hard nipples against my skin as our bodies swayed to the rhythm of the hurtling train.
There was a sudden jolt as the train began to slow. Vidya disengaged herself from me and walked to the windows, pulling down the sun shades first on her window and then on the one against my berth. "Maybe station coming", she said by way of explanation. She was an absolutely gorgeous sight as she moved around completely naked. When she bent over the berth to pull down the window shutter, I had my first full view of her buttocks; perfectly shaped round, symmetrical, and firm. I reached out and placed a hand on them and rubbed both spheres. As she pulled down the window shade, she had leaned half across the bed and my hands were now roaming freely from her narrow waist to the swell of her hips and the firm, almost athletic, arse.
Vidya stayed in that position with one knee bent and resting on the berth, the other leg outstretched and barely reaching the floor. I pushed myself against her so that my manhood now swayed against her right hip and my hand explored the ravine between her firm buttocks. I ran two fingers from her coccyx down into the crack, lingering a while around her anus and slipped them down to her dripping wet pussy. "Ahhhh, Sahib, your hands are so soft and gentle. Push finger inside me please". I wasn't sure she had said that but then she reached down between her thighs and tried to grab my hand, pulling it lower into her pussy.
As I slid a finger into her sodden cunt, she moved up on to the bed so that both her knees were now bent and she straightened out on the berth; her head was down on the pillow and her arse raised up halfway to the upper berth. I got on to the bed myself and knelt behind her, still playing with her pussy from behind with one hand while the other continued to caress her bum. Black curls from her thick pussy hair stuck out like tendrils and were visible from behind her. I traced a line with two fingers from her dripping cunt to her anus, drawing her fluids to lubricate her puckered arsehole.
Gripping both her arse cheeks I spread them apart so I could see her puckered rear entry open just a fraction. With my mouth about a foot above the hole I gathered as much saliva in my mouth and let it drool down into her anus. Then taking a finger I slid it into the orifice and gently turned it as I probed deeper. "Oooooh Sahib, so nice, ahhh so good you feel inside. More deeper please, more...," she sighed and said while her hips swayed and her buttocks quivered. "I very clean inside Sahib so you no worry. I wash always with soap and lots of water. Very clean, ahhhhh." I must admit that the thought of her internal hygiene did cross my mind and now, with the same incisive perception as she had displayed earlier, Vidya set my mind at ease with those words.
After about two minutes of probing her with my finger, I eased it out and let another load of spittle drip into her. I managed to push two gingers into her this time and shoved in and out first, then moved them in a circular motion and kept alternating between the two. Vidya had reached below her belly with one hand and was playing with her pussy; possibly thrusting her fingers into her cunt or toying with her clitoris. The movement of her hips and arse were becoming more pronounced and she moved back into my fingers in a rhythmic staccato. I reached with my free hand towards her chest and grabbed one of her firm melon-like breasts rather viciously, massaging hard and pulling on her nipple with a painful pinch. She cried out but thrust herself hard against my fingers so that I was inside her all the way to my knuckles.
Vidya was now alternating between crying out loud and making animal sounds of sheer passion and ecstasy. Her movements became increasingly violent as her hips bucked up and down, back and forth; her head was raised and pushed backwards like a howling wolf's. As she lifted her torso up and threw her head back, my right hand gripped her breasts and pulled her towards me; my fingers were now pummeling her tight arsehole and I could feel her anal muscles clamp on them. Then suddenly with a loud scream that almost drowned the noise of our hurtling train, she peaked; her orgasm must have strained every fibre of her body as she hurled herself backwards in an absolute contortion as physical paroxysm convulsed through her.
It was almost a minute before Vidya's body stopped to shudder and she collapsed on to the berth; she lay with her face sideways on the pillow facing the wall of our compartment. She lowered her body and I moved aside to allow her to straighten out her legs as she lay flat on her stomach, her buttocks upwards. I lay next to her with my head sharing the pillow with her and pressed my body against her; my chest against her back, my stomach against her buttocks, and my erection finding a place between the insides of her thighs. My arm was around her, fingers plucking tenderly at her nipples which were still hard but not as rock solid as a few minutes earlier.
We lay like that for almost ten minutes, being rocked by the motion of our train; it had stopped at a small railway station a while ago for a few minutes and was now on its way again. I had lost count of the minutes or the hours, not knowing what time it was or how long Vidya had before she would have to get off the train. Her breathing had begun to quiet down and return to a semblance of normalcy.
Vidya finally stirred; she got up and raised her body so she could reach the shade on the train window and slid it up; the compartment lit up marginally, perhaps from the moonlight because there were no flashes of passing streetlights or any other luminosity. She then slid down again but his time facing me. Her face was against my neck as she pushed her breasts against my stomach, her hand reaching out to touch my penis. My erection had subsided considerably but within seconds of her touch it began to stiffen once more. I heard her mumble into my chest "Sahib, I will never forget you; you are handsome and you are kind, you are the best lover and you are my first. You know I have only kissed my boyfriend twice, and once I felt his lund through his trousers. He has touched my breasts once and no more. Nobody I think will ever be like you."
I held her head close against my chest, knowing she would hear and feel the deep thumps of my heartbeat; her words were sweet but she had a whole long lifetime of experiences ahead of her. She was now holding my penis in her hand with a firm grip, strong enough to match the rigidity that my manhood had once again achieved. I thrust my hips back and forth into her fist as she shagged my cock. After a couple of minutes of that, she bent her head backwards and looked up at my face, her lips gleaming in the faint light. I bent down and found her mouth with mine and kissed her; first delicately, then with more fierceness and passion. When we both ran out of breath, she eased away and took her hand from my cock but ran her fingers for a while up and down the insides of my thighs. That was a very subtle and tantalising movement that heightened my desire for her. But she was a virgin and I certainly wasn't going to take that from her.
Vidya then got up and sat on the berth before crossing over my body and stepping on the compartment floor. I was surprised and thought this whole episode had been nothing but a tease; she was playing with fire because I couldn't think of too many men that would let her get away like this. I myself was having a very difficult time holding back; the thought of actually raping this girl did flash through my mind. But then I saw her reach into her carry all bag from which she'd fished out her cell phone; this time she took out what looked like a jar of ointment or gel or something similar which I saw when she walked back to the berth and placed it on the window sill above the pillow.
I slid sideways and turned around so that my back was against the compartment wall, offering the other side of the berth to her. She lay down once again facing me, our positions reversed; her face now against my chest as she found one of my nipples and ran the tip of her tongue around it. I reached down and pushed my fingers through the heavy bush above her cunt, the hair now matted in a few clumps where her juices had begun to dry. I ran my fingers up and down and through the dense undergrowth, gradually moving lower to feel her hooded clit. The moistness of her cunt was still fresh; new outflow of juices were lubricating her labia and I thought of how delectable it would be to push my thick cock through that virginal portal.
As I slipped a couple of fingers into her, Vidya raised a hand above her head and picked up the jar that she had placed on the window sill. Unscrewing it deftly with the fingers of one hand, she let the lid fall somewhere behind my head on the pillow. Putting it back on the ledge, she now pushed two fingers into the unguent and scooped out some of the lotion. She then took her hand to my cock and began to rub it all along the length and girth, circling my rod with her thumb and fingers, spreading the obvious lubricant over every pore. Her fist slithered over my engorged penis and I felt a subtle mix of heat and mentholated coolness run through the organ. The hardness seemed to increase, as did the thickness and I wondered what concoction this was; perhaps the same thing that Anu had used when she helped me push myself into Sunita's rear hole a few nights ago.
The sensations coursing through my cock were beyond description; I had never felt as turned on as I was at that moment. I reached for the jar and scooped out a little of the gel on to one finger and rubbed it across Vidya's aureoles and nipples; they immediately became stiffer than earlier, rock solid protrusions from hard eruptions in the puckered aureoles. Then quite suddenly and without warning, she turned over and lay face down on the bed. I understood without any words being spoken, what she wanted.
I climbed over and on top of her and lay flat on her back, taking some of my weight on to my elbows and knees but resting mostly on her body. After a minute of lying silently together, rocking to the swaying of our compartment, I raised my torso and knelt between her thighs after pushing them apart. I rubbed her shoulders and neck, massaged her back and her buttocks, kneaded her thighs moderately, and stroked my own penis to keep it hard.
I pushed a finger down from the base of her spine into the crack between her arse cheeks, going deep between them till I felt the rosebud opening of her anus. With my thumb probing the hole, I parted the buttocks wide before slipping in yet another thumb. Vidya raised her hips momentarily and shoved the pillow under her belly. As I pushed delicately into her, she must have felt that the pillow wasn't doing a satisfactory job so she raised her arse further into the air by resting on her knees.
I was now able to access her rear hole with a lot more ease; ladling out a thick glob of the lubricant from the jar I now applied it on the puckered entrance and used one finger to keep shovelling trickles into her. After about two or three minutes of this, during which Vidya's body was getting more agitated and excited, I took out another scoop and continued to lubricate her tight orifice. Finally, I raised my self and positioned my ramrod thickness at the entrance and rubbed a final slug of the gel over my penis.
Gripping her hips tightly, I placed the tip of my penis head at the entrance and pushed my body against her. I felt Vidya move her body forward and away for a second, before she pushed back towards me. Her hole though seemingly shut was so extravagantly lubricated that the tip of my penis head met little resistance as I kept the pressure up and continued to forge my way in. The swollen redness shoved its way forward, skin to skin, expanding her anal orifice as it pushed the largest circumference of its helmet shape into her and then got sucked in all of a sudden.
I stayed still, my hands like vicious claws of a predator on the haunches of its kill, claws digging into the firm athletic flesh of Vidya's rump. My cock was so hard and solid I could feel the pulse beating all over my body which was coiled with a tension so rigid; I felt I could tear her apart if I thrust hard and swift. I readied myself to do just that, paused for a fraction of a second and then rammed my huge thickness right into her hole, jamming my cock into the tight confines of her rectum. My thighs hit her buttocks hard, my testicles slapping just below her bum, and my vice-like grip on her flesh almost drew blood. Her head almost smashed against the window as she screamed "Aiiiiieeeeeee"; a sound that penetrated the silence within the cabin and drowned the rattle of steel wheels on rails, made short shrift of the creaking and groaning of all the internal workings of the compartment, and silenced any whistle or hoot that may have come from the engine.
Vidya's scream echoed in my ears and my brain and drew me back to the harsh reality of pain that I had just inflicted on her; she was a virgin, an anal virgin too I presumed and the sudden thrust of my hugely engorged penis must have meant excruciating pain for her. I stayed still, deeply embedded in her sheath, the scabbard to my club-like steel rod. For almost a minute neither of us moved; I couldn't see her face but a picture of the horror that probably reflected on it seared my brain, tears probably coursing down her cheeks. I dared not look down at her rear for fear of seeing blood pouring out of her anus.
But after a minute when I moved slightly, thinking to gradually extract myself from her, I heard a groan escape her lips and felt the pressure as she pushed back against me. She began to move back and forth in a slow gradual motion and I felt her anal muscles begin to alternate between squeeze and release on my cock. I aided the process by subtle movements of my hips, keeping in time with her rocking arse, and the special lubricant helped only to increase the sensations.
Within a minute she had upped the tempo and began to pump herself so that I was in and out between her spread arse cheeks as she parted her thighs even wider. I reached under her torso to touch her bosom and the tips of her naked breasts rubbed on my palms, making her nipples swell; I once again felt ripples running though her body. After another couple of minutes, quite suddenly every muscle in her body went stiff for a second or two before her body was racked by spasms that seemed to originate deep inside her bowels. It started with little shock waves in her abdomen that grew in strength until her entire groin was electrified and her anus pulsed, squeezing my invading tool. I slid my hands over her pussy and realised that her vagina pulsed as well as juices dripped over my palms and on to the bed. The nub of her clitoris was un-hooded and hard against my finger as she bucked to the touch; she squeezed her anal muscles on my pulsating cock. I heard her gasp and let out a convoluted moan but instead of the scream that I expected, she bit her lip hard, then gasped again and shook violently as a strong climax consumed her.
I expected Vidya to lie flat on the bed after that climactic orgasm but instead she pulled herself forward slowly and I felt the tight softness of her anus run the length of my cock before I popped out of her. As I stayed on my knees and raised my upper body, I bumped my head lightly against the underside of the top berth and remained partially crouched, my still erect penis sticking rigidly out from my pubic area. Vidya turned around on all fours till she faced me, then raised her torso to hug me; her breasts pressed against me as she pulled my mouth down for a long drawn out kiss. Her tongue swished inside my mouth finding all the corners as her hands went down to my balls; the edges of her finger nails scraped the taut covering of my scrotum as my penis jerked in cathartic jump-starts. Then I felt her fingers run up the length of my rod and spread the lubricant to mix with pre-cum over the raging head of my manhood.
After a couple of minutes, she ran her tongue and mouth down my chest and stomach, her body folding into a grovelling crouch on the bed as her face approached my cock. I felt the heat of my organ against the relative coolness of her cheeks a she purred and rubbed her face against me; her fingers now playing with my testicles. Before long, her lips had encircled the head of my cock and I felt a suction drawing the full thickness into her mouth. The feeling as so intense and severe that I almost shot my load into her as she drew in my entire length. I clamped my palms on her head to try and restrict all movement so that I didn't spew my boiling cauldron of semen into her oral cavity; in fact I gradually drew her head back so I could withdraw from the intoxicating warmth of her mouth.
I knew she'd understood; I wanted to get back into her arse and she probably did to. In fact I wanted to pummel her again from the rear and come inside her. Memories of a couple of nights earlier once again flashed in my brain; I remembered the sensations of being guided by Anu's gentle fingers into the deep cavity of Sunita's bum. Visions of my maid came in sudden bursts into my mind and I hardened even further if that was possible. I was craving for Sunita, remember her and everything that she meant to me; moments of guilt even ripped through my consciousness but I was too far gone with this beautiful and cute schoolgirl-looking thing in my present reality.
Almost reluctantly, but also with much anticipation I think, Vidya looked up at me; her eyes were drowsy with lust and mine were probably rabid with desire. She turned around again on all fours and faced the window of the compartment, shadows rushing past as she lowered her head to the pillow and raised her buttocks into the air. She placed one hand under her, fingers finding her cunt and pushing into it as I tried to straddle her from the back but contorting myself because of the upper berth.
At first I pushed my cock between her thighs and let it rub against her cunt from below; the thickness gliding between the lips of her vagina, parting the crevice as I moved back and forth. She was secreting her juices in torrents; my cock was immediately drenched along its entire size and droplets fell on the bed below. After a minute of chafing her vaginal opening with my rod, I drew back and let the tip of my engorged penis rest near the puckered opening of her arse; the hole was evident and not a completely closed rosebud because of the recent intrusion she had experienced.
Then slowly gently I pushed the thick bulge of my cock and it began to part the rim of Vidya's anus. I rubbed her back with subtle strokes and mumbled sweet nothings as I tried desperately to relax her, but her arse continued to pucker, cinching me off from any further movement. I withdrew briefly and once again pressed the head against her bud, this time a bit more insistent. Both my hands found the huge globes of her firm breasts and I gently toyed with them, trying to create a diversion from the pain that she was no doubt beginning to feel. As I kept the pressure going it was soon more than just the head now inside of her; I pulled her buttocks widely apart as I continued to shove my cock in and soon her rear hole encompassed the entire thickness of my throbbing shaft.
Vidya again cried out in pain and I again pictured her facial features contorting as she probably winced from the sensation. After what felt like a near eternity, I paused and just lay down atop her, pushing her rump down on to the bed so she was flattened on the berth under my weight. I kissed the back of her ears and her neck as I lay there; I was sure I could hear the blood rushing in her head and the thump of her heart pounding in her chest.
My rod had slipped partially out as we were flattening ourselves and as I tried to shove myself back into her fully I once heard her say "Sahib, I cannot take more of your size inside me." Once again I tried to cajole her into relaxing her anal muscles but wasn't sure how exactly to communicate that, so I lay still for a while. After half a minute I shifted up again and began to ease more of my phallus slowly into her nether depths. The feeling of her tight anal canal enveloping me so tightly felt so different from Sunita's cunt, or even Annie's or any cunt for that matter. Every vein and ridge of my fat cock could feel the skin like sheath around it; whether it was the special ungulate or the new experience of a tight anal fuck, I wasn't quite sure. My hands went under her waist and I hoisted her hips up into me, keeping myself still so that any further depth that remained was quickly penetrated.
"Sahib, push now hard, hard!" Vidya suddenly screamed, and my body reacted in such a violent way to her voice that I slammed myself deep into my bowels, feeling the fat and muscle on her tight buttocks as a fire coursed through my body. I took my hands very gently to her face thinking again to calm her and distract her but she again cried out loudly; on my finger tips I felt tear drops but I couldn't stop any more. I used his shoulders as leverage and pulled myself back before pushing in again until finally we had a tempo going, meeting one another with a hunger that dared not be sated. "I don't want to hurt you," I said, concerned at the tears in her eyes. But she kept pumping as I thrust in and out, gradually increasing the pace.
Every nerve fibre was alive in me; every sensory receptor was in overdrive as I drove my entire length deep into her arse, and it was swallowing my manhood fully. As I slid my hands lower past her waist and hips and then tucked them under her body, I kept my cock deeply embedded in her. My fingers reached the thick mat of pubic hair which seemed completely soaked; when I felt her cunt and pussy lips it felt like a cauldron full of liquid boiled with desire. Every hair on her neck stood at attention as I brought my face to her shoulders and upper back, grunting and moaning as I thrust harder, deeper into her. Before long she dipped her left hand between her legs and searched, feeling how incredibly wet she had become from the arse-fucking. She quickened her hips, bucking harder against my pelvis and spewed out a string of words or sentences that I was unable to comprehend.
My own testicles were soaking because of her vaginal juices that were dribbling out of her almost incessantly; I pushed her hand out of the way and found the swollen nub of her clitoris and circled around it, encouraging her body to build towards climax. Her body seemed to be heating up, occasional shivers rippling up her spine as I kept pummelling her, enjoying the more subtle sensations of my pelvic region slapping her wonderful bum while the thickness of my cock seemed to keep tearing her apart.
My thrusts didn't stop but I started slowing down the tempo gradually because I wanted to prolong this passion and longing for as far as I could. My eyes cinched shut tightly and I gritted my teeth; I was holding back, denying myself his right to cum. Not yet, not now. Meanwhile I quickened the pace of my fingers on her clit and her back arched as I ground into her backside, keeping my member buried to the hilt in her arse as she rocked her hips against me.
Suddenly after about a minute or so she squealed "Sahib, Sahib..." and what sounded like a powerful string of expletives in Hindi which I didn't understand. Her body bucked so intensely I was caught completely off guard; the severity of her orgasm shocking me totally as the harshness of it rocked her to the core. "Aaaaieeee!" she cried louder, forcefully lunging back into my hard and swollen cock, causing me to push my stiffness against her until finally my own body jerked, twitched, and with a loud grunt and moan emitting from my clenched mouth, I released the pent up cascade. I could feel every single spurt of my seed shooting out and meeting the resistance of her innards; something I had never felt so consciously before in my life. Every single jolt of my cock vibrated through her arse, and each splash of semen against the walls of her rectum caused me to react more violently than the previous thrust.
Our bodies relaxed in such a sudden collapse, it felt like the strings had been cut off a pair of puppets simultaneously. I lay on top of her back, my cock still deep inside her anal orifice although it was now less erect and hard than before, but still as thick. My head rested above hers but more off it than on. My chest was still pumping at a pace that thrummed against her smooth back. My thighs were glued to hers with the mixture of her juices and the lubricant. My legs were stretched out and lay between hers; my feet way beyond her own dainty pair. I stroked her upper arms with my fingers as she held them close to her torso. We stayed there for almost five minutes; our bodies moving in tandem as they rocked in sync with the train's unending movement.
When the cold began to seep through the pores of our previously sweating bodies, I moved to pull myself out of her but she pushed back into me and mewled, a sound so desperate and fragile that my heart went out to this little creature. I kissed her neck, nibbled at her ears, and stroked her back. I raised my upper body and stared down at her; her head lay on the pillow offering me a profile of her face, her smooth dark skin still shimmered because of the thin gauzy perspiration. I then raised my hips gently, pulling my now distended manhood out of her anus, leaving behind a widened and much enlarged entrance into her nether region. The contours of her arse were perfect; full but muscular and round.
With her head still on the pillow, she turned her face around to look at me, her neck craning. There were tears in her eyes and a forlorn expression on her face; she didn't utter a word. I bent down and kissed her on the lips as she shut her eyes. This time there was no passionate probing of tongues; just a gentle touch of our lips. As I raised myself further she opened her eyes and with tears now pouring down her cheeks, she reached out with one hand and touched my face, Her fingers traced the outline of my jaw, her thumb briefly ran across my lower lip but when I tried to suck it into my mouth she withdrew her hand.
With a huge sigh and exhalation of breath, she began to pull her body out from under me and push herself towards the window of the train compartment. She raised herself on to one elbow and rested her head against the glass window pane at the head of the berth. She was resting in a sideways position with her right breast almost touching the berth, her right flank on the white bed-sheet. Her left arm was raised and bent at the elbow, the palm between her head and the window pane; her arm pit fully revealed so that for the first time I noticed the long tendrils of hair. They too formed a fairly thick mass not dissimilar to her hairy pussy. Her left leg was semi-folded at the knee and traversed her right leg so that her perfectly shaped arse stared me in the face.
I reached for her delicately small feet and rubbed along the length of her ankles, tickling the back of her knee. Between her thighs I saw the bottom fringe of her substantial pubic hair and also the glistening remnants of her juices. But what captivated me, enthralled me even, was the sight of her rectum from which a thick stream of white cum was oozing out. It came in bulky spurts as she tightened and eased her anal muscles that pushed my entire load of semen out of her receptacle. I watched as she gradually expelled my cum; the way it was compressed out of her hole and then left a wet trail as the globs slid down the inside of her arse cheeks and dribbled to the bed sheet below.
Looking at her in this posture got my cock to start hardening up again and as I played with the drier part of the inside of her thighs I knew that Vidya was getting horny herself. I reached across and touched the left breast that was fully exposed and facing upwards; the firm and full globe filling my palm as her nipple hardened to the same stiffness as earlier. She turned fully on her back, my cum having now exited her rear hole and created a very wet spot just below her. She raised herself from her reclining posture and sat up, throwing her arms around my neck and pressing her mouth against mine. But the sorrow and sadness that seemed to have shrouded her completely didn't disappear. We held each other tight, my arms now around her and caressing her back, her finger nails clawing at the skin of my own back. We stayed like that for almost five minutes during which I felt her tears against my chest as they poured from her eyes.
Mar 2, 2018 in anal