This story is narrated from a girl’s POV. It’s a real incident that happened a couple of years ago. A lot has changed since then, so no one knows the truth. But what happened inside the train was a real incident.
I’m Leela, my age…is it really needed? A boy/guy/uncle/grandpa needs pussy to fuck, not the age.
I work for a reputed company as a senior manager. I’m married to a caring husband. There were six of us in our family. My husband, two kids, father-in-law, mother-in-law, and myself. I studied in girls’ schools and women’s colleges because I carry a fucking orthodox caste name along with my name.
My husband is the best. He buys me everything before I ask for it. He makes love to me twice a month due to his workload. I never fail to suck his balls and give him the best blowjob. I wanted ruthless, hardcore fucking, but my husband loves vanilla.
During the initial days of marriage, I cried in pleasure. He thought I was soft. I can’t tell him I’m a whore, so I must fake it. I understand because I have been fucking my father-in-law for 8 years. Whenever my husband is away, or my mother-in-law goes to her daughter’s place, it’s double dhamaka for us.
Once, my maid complained that my father-in-law (I call him Daddy, yes, I have daddy issues) was giving her sexual hints. I thought, “Why, her daddy, you could have told me. I will happily spread my legs to you.”
I told him the same thing. You should have seen his smile and joy. Because who doesn’t like an inappropriate sexual relationship? That’s how it all started. More about that in another story.
This is a different one. It’s about my first train sex experience and how a teenager lost his virginity to me. I went to my cousin’s wedding in an interior village in Karnataka. I had an urgent business meeting in Bangalore the next day. But I didn’t have any idea how to get there.
After a few searches on the Internet, I found a train leaving at 6.35 pm and arriving at its destination at 8 am. If I didn’t find a place on the sleeper train, it would be bad, I thought. I prepared some of my stuff and left for the train station.
At the ticket house, I asked for a ticket to Bangalore. I took my ticket, paid for it, and went to wait for the train. It was delayed by about 25 minutes. At one point, a boy appeared in front of me. He looked at me and the other travellers waiting and asked us for the train to Bangalore.
He: Has it already gone?
Me: No, I answered. It’s delayed, but you’d better hurry if you do not already have a ticket.
He: Could you keep an eye out for my bag, please?
Me: Yeah, unless the train leaves.
He did not say anything and left. Meanwhile, our train also appeared. I looked at the ticket office, and I saw him nervous. Almost everyone got on the train. I asked a checker not to let go of the train.
Checker: We are already late, madam. Get in if you want to. Whoever woke up in the last hour should take the morning train.
Still, I managed to hold it for a few seconds. It was enough. The kid with his mind in the clouds appeared next to us.
He: Thank you very much. I would have stayed here until tomorrow if it were not for you.
I smiled without saying anything, and we both got on the train.
“What’s your place?” He asked me.
I didn’t know, so I checked the ticket and answered. “12 in bogie no. 2”
“I am also in bogie 2, and I have 15.”
The train was very crowded, so finding our places was hard. They were in the same compartment. The numbers 15 and 12 were somehow diagonal. But an old lady was in his place, so he had to sit beside me. Apart from us, the compartment was full of elderly women.
They were all talking to each other, but nobody with anyone. Each of them had something to say at the same time. We stared at each other. We laughed, somehow intrigued by the noise our companions were making.
“Are you from Bangalore?” I asked him.
He: No, Madam, I’m going to visit some friends. You?
Me: Neither do I. I am going to an aunt. She iss hospitalised and needs help. By the way, I’m Leela; I stretched my hand.
Deeraj (Dee) was delighted.
We talked, and we found out our ages. Dee was in junior college. He was 19 years old.
Me: How did you celebrate your 19th birthday?
He: With just a few friends. And now I’m also going to a 19th birthday party.
Me: Great.
We travelled for about 45 minutes. The heat, the talk, and the fact that we had until the morning got me tired.
Me: I think I will sleep a little.
“Sleep well,” Dee said.
I tried to sit in a good position and sleep. At one point, I opened my eyes and realised I had fallen asleep for good. Now we were the only ones in the compartment, and my head was in his arms. He was playing with my hair, and he was studying me carefully.
Me: How did I get here?
He: Those noisy women got off. I thought they would wake you up. You got up a little from your sleep. You did not open your eyes but stretched out, so I gave you space. You would not have slept so well if you hadn’t kept the train for me. He continued laughing.
Me: The truth is, I slept well. Do we still have much to travel?
He: Yeah, about 5 hours, but I won’t let you sleep again; I’m bored. Where are you going?
Me: To the bathroom.
I took my purse and got it out of the compartment. When I came back, Dee was very comfortable. I sat down, and then he put his head in my arms. But he turned his face towards me. I put a hand on his hair and the other on his abdomen. He bit my abdomen gently.
Me: Is that how you sleep?
He: I like the smell of your skin, and I wanted to bite you a little.
The next move surprised me even more. Dee put his head under my top, and he kissed my belly.
Me: Stop! What are you doing? This is wrong. I’m married and elder than you.
His warm breath made me horny, so I was not very convincing. He put a hand under my skirt and started to caress me while kissing me up to my breasts. The other hand was climbing slightly on my back, opening my bra.
He: I want to suck your nipples. I cannot help it. Your smell attracts me, and your skin is so velvety.
I did not say anything. The train was going very slowly. We were in a field area, and I did not see a house around.
He: I want to lick your pussy, my beautiful!
I stretched my legs and spread them. Dee lifted my skirt; he took my pink panties aside. He began to put his tongue inside my vagina. I started to moan slightly. Dee stopped.
He: I cannot do it like this, princess!
He took my hand and he put it on his penis. I was visibly disturbed by the inconvenience in which I was. I understood what he wanted. I unbuttoned his belt and then the jeans button. I gently pulled his boxers down, and he started passionately licking me.
Me: What if anyone sees us?
I took off my shoes, took down my panties, and put my feet lightly on his shoulders. Without saying anything, dee was unleashed. He was licking every millimetre of my clitoris. Occasionally, he was biting me very lightly, and I felt a thrill of pleasure.
I have received the most beautiful and most forbidden oral sex so far. I was so excited, but I was trying to keep my discretion. At one point, I screamed out loud and lost control. I thought he was the younger version of my FIL. Dee was scared, and he stopped a little.
Me: Keep going, please. I like it!
At that moment, Dee gave me an extremely intense orgasm. I left my legs down, and he stood before me. He leaned over and kissed me. I felt my taste in his mouth, and I kissed him passionately. I was holding him tight. I was still shaking.
Dee got up again. I took the penis in my hand and started rubbing it lightly. He was getting closer to my face. I knew it was my turn, so I touched his hips and started licking it from the base to the top. After some tricky moves, I opened my mouth and let it go deeper.
He was pulling my hair lightly and putting his penis inside my mouth easily, deeper and deeper. Dee took control, and he managed to put it up to my throat; I did not mind. It was nice. I was clutching it with my lips. He was breathing harder, the rhythm rising slightly.
He: Oh, you are so good! You deserved all the licking that I gave you!
Then he began to ejaculate deeply into my mouth. I managed to control my noise, but he did not. I was licking his penis, and I was swallowing everything it was offering.
He was on top of me, hugging me, kissing my cheeks. He slapped my cheeks and told me I was the first woman he had kissed.
Me: You are the first man to give me pleasure in a public place.
He started smooching me and dry-humping me.
He: I want you to remember this for very long. Undress fully and run to the toilet naked.
Me: it’s quite risky.
He: What did we do till now?
I walked like a ramp, walking naked. Deeraj walked behind me. I was just in my birth dress with mangalsutra, one chain, earrings, and studs. As the toilet was uncomfortable, he asked to come out and kneel.
I did as he said. Deeraj started pinching my tits. He was so hard with a little precum. He lifted my mangalsutra and put it over his dick. He signalled me to suck his cock. I was enjoying his dominance.
After sucking him for 10 minutes, my jaws were hurting. I stopped and told him not anymore.
Me: You can fuck me, or I’ll give you a handjob, please.
She slapped my tits and started fucking my mouth. He pulled his dick out and came on my boobs. I asked him why didn’t he cum inside my mouth. He pointed to my breasts. His cum was on the mangalsutra. It was one of the happy moments of my life. I loved the way he humiliated me.
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