Her baby was suckling at one boob. The teat that it had vacated was leaking milk very slowly. She made no effort to cover all this up, although she could clearly see that my jaw had fallen to my lap and I was staring at her boobs. I could see amusement in her eyes. This woman was putting on a show for me! ‘How do you find it? (Kevu lage chhe?)’ she asked me. ‘Beautiful (Saras)., I said.
‘At least now, you have seen a naked woman (Chalo have to ek nagi bai ne joi.)’, she said. I replied that she was only partly naked. ‘Should I strip in this railway compartment for you to learn what a naked woman looks like (Ahin train man nagi thaun tamne badhu shikhvadva mate?)?’ she asked sarcastically. I lapsed into silence, content to watch what she was showing me.
‘Is your cock standing or not? (Lund ubho thayo ke nahin tamaro?)?’, she asked me. In an act of boldness for someone new to the ways of sex, I put my palm on my erect cock and outlined it for her, openly rubbing it over my trousers. ‘It seems like a large one (Motto lage chhe.),’ she said and did something that still boggles my mind. Taking her large, heavy, milk-laden boob in her hand, she raised it and lowering her head, she opened her mouth and licked her own nipple. Then, taking the long milky nipple into her mouth, she gave it a lingering suck. Raising her head, she whispered that her milk was quite sweet (‘Maru dudh mitthu chhe’). All this is an open railway compartment with the risk of passengers passing by and an infant suckling at her other teat!
I furiously rubbed my penis and squeezed it, throwing caution to the winds. ‘Don’t press it too much, or you will come. (Bahu na dabavta nahin to badhu puru thai jashe.)’, she smiled, looking at what I was doing with interest. ‘Does your cock have a big head? That would feel very good coming in and going out of the cunt. (Tamara Loda nu mathu motu chhe? Chut ni under – bahar thaye tyare bahu saru lage)’, she said. Her use of four-letter words was very exciting. I had never heard a woman use such language. I had never heard anyone use such language. I continued my feverish rubbing.
I scooted forward in my seat and bending forward, I gave her boob a squeeze. She closed her hand over mine, pressing it and causing a pulling motion on the nipple. Milk jetted into my palm, wetting it. Then, she put her hand on my rampant erection and feeling its outline, she squeezed it hard. Without a word, I sat back. I wanted to do more but it was just too risky. Her husband could return any time. Some passengers could pass by or come and sit beside us and the consequences would be disastrous. What we had done and were doing was hazardous enough. She gave me a grateful smile which I returned.
I licked droplets of her milk off my fingers. It was indeed sweet and I told her so. She smiled proudly. ‘Some other time, you can suck my milk to your heart’s content. I make a lot of milk (Biji vaar pet bhari ne maru dudh chusi ne pijo. Bahuj dudh bane chhe.)’, she said.
All this had happened in a few minutes and I felt as if I was in a dream.
She picked up her child and laid it on the seat beside her. It had fallen asleep. Now both her milky boobs were visible. For a virgin’s eyes, they were a treasure of sights. Large rounded boobs shaking heavily, thick black nipples slowly leaking milk. My eyes could not leave the sight. I was still rubbing my penis and was close to cumming.
Her eyes were on my penis and she had been looking at it just as intently. One leg was vertical, with her foot on the seat. It was naked all the way up to the knee. The hair on it had probably never been removed but the sight did not put me off. The hair was not excessively dark or thick. Just as interesting contrast to her skin which was spotless but pale in comparison. The other leg was horizontal on the seat.
She pulled her voluminous sari and skirt up slightly and the other leg, which was folded and on the seat, gradually came into view. Her foot, leg and rounded thigh were slowly being revealed. She caressed her upper leg and then her palm moved to her inner thigh. Her mons was still not in view. It was covered by her clothes and her palm. ‘Want to look at my cunt? (Maro bhosdo jovo chhe?)’ she asked coquettishly.
I was speechless. I just nodded my head. She lifted and pulled aside her clothes slightly. She wore no underwear. Her vagina was now revealed. It was dark, plump and covered with hair. She used her fingers to part the hair and also the dark, thick, fleshy, outer lips. The inner labia were reddish and very moist. Delving lower, she pushed a finger into her cunt and said, ‘Take a look. This is my hole. This is where you must put your cock into a woman. All this sucking at my nipples and looking at your cock has made it very wet and juicy. I have shown you your first pussy. Don’t you dare forget me! Rub your cock slowly. Let us do this together. (Joi lo. Aa mari chut chhe. Aman tamaro lund ghusadvano. Maru dudh chusavine ane tamaro lund joine bahu pani pani thai gayi chhe. Pehel – vehelo bhosdo mein batavyo chhe, barabar joi lejo ane mane bhulta nahin. Jara dhime ghaso tamara lodane. Aapne sathe kariye.)’. I had been furiously rubbing my cock and would have come momentarily. I slowed down.
People had been coming into the compartment but so far our part of the bogey was still empty. The sound level had been going up. We did not have much time. I could see that she was very very alert. At the slightest sound, she could have lowered both ends of her sari and she would be fully covered. All these events had happened in a very short time and it still seemed like a dream.
I could not resist the temptation any longer. Bending forward, I reached out and touched her cunt. Parting her thick bush of cunt hair, I rubbed my finger from the upper portion of the flanges of her twat all the way down to her cunt hole. She was soaked with juices and my finger was soon coated with her nectar. Her inner vagina was thick, wet and silky. I pushed my finger into her hole and it slid in slowly all the way to the hilt. Her cunt was hot. She groaned and equally quickly took my cock into her hand, pressing it repeatedly. She held my hand which was playing with her cunt, pulling out and pushing in my finger forcefully. I savored the warmth, softness and moisture.
We were interrupted by a loud conversation as two porters passed by. Instantly, we were back in our seats and she covered her exposed parts.
I had now touched my first cunt! I told her that I found it very soft and silky (Bahuj pochu ane mulayam chhe). She smiled at the compliment and told me that it would feel even better on my cock than on my finger (Aangli per to kai nathi, haju lund ghusadsho tyare khabar padshe). ‘We better hurry up and finish before everyone comes’ (Chalo have jaldi puru karo aa badhu. Badha aavi jashe.), she said. I did not understand fully what she meant but looked at her expectantly. ‘You press yourself and I will rub myself. I want to fuck you but there is no way’ (Tame tamaro lund dabavo ane muthiya mari lo ane hun mari bhos man aangli karun chhun. Mare tamne chodva chhe pun atyare koi rasto nathi), she advised in a whisper. A virgin man and a willing woman but no opportunity. What a shame!
With two deft movements of her hands, she once again uncovered her twin globes and her bushy cunt. She looked intently at my cock and ran an exploratory finger up and down her gash a few times. She pinched her inner labia between her fingers a few times, tugging them outwards. Then, she settled the finger on her clit and frigged herself furiously, controlling her groans with difficulty. With her other hand, she pressed her boob and small jets of milk sprayed from her nipple. Occasionally, she would roughly push the finger into her hole and it would emerge with a plop. I could hear squelchy sounds as she leaked even more fluids. More than once, she raised her ass off the seat to meet the thrusts of her marauding finger.
I had no idea that women did this. And the sight of a fully grown woman pleasuring herself four feet away from me, excited me beyond any previously known limits. I had been at the boiling point for the last several minutes and the dam was ready to burst. I tugged and rubbed my rampant cock as best I could over my trousers. I soon came in my underpants. For a few seconds, I lost my vision, so violent was my orgasm. I was completely lost in my first sexual experience. I thought I would never stop spurting. Mangala’s eyes opened wide and she stopped frigging herself, suppressing her cries of pleasure with difficulty. She said in a hoarse whisper, ‘I am done. (Hash, thai gayu)’. She saw the growing wet spot on my trousers and smiled and licked her lips suggestively, ‘We will fuck properly some other time’ (Biji vaar barabar chodjo mane).
We covered ourselves and for all outward appearances became two bored strangers waiting for the train to depart.
The rest of her family returned. Her husband reeked of cheap tobacco and the other child soon went to sleep. He asked me if I could help his wife find some part-time work doing domestic chores in my hostel! I acted nonchalant but was pleased as punch. A smile crossed Mangala’s face.
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