Love never dies. It keeps one going from childhood to any age after that The following story is one such experience. I would love to have your opinions, suggestions and criticism about the story. A story like this, just like my earlier story 'Sleeping With The Enenmy' has to be written in the first person to bring out its full flavour. All the characters are products of my imagination and bear no resemblance to anyone real.
It was mid summer and very hot and stuffy indeed at the railway station. I had considerable waiting to do for the Rajdhani Express since my cab had brought me quite fast to the station. It would be another half an hour until the train would arrive at the platform and another thirty minutes for it to start after that. I had already done the TOI crossword and hence didn't know how to pass the time on that bench at the platform.
I was definitely passing through the midlife pangs of anxiety. What kind of a person have I become? Have I been a success or a failure? And finally, have I found love -- true love, that is, and not merely encounters to be written about in `Erotic Stories'. Even after many varied experiences, I hate to label myself as one type of person or the other. It is because the novelty, the fascination and the excitement of every new experience fills me up with immense joy. It is as if I don't know how every new encounter would turn out even though I understand fully my own emotions, desires and body needs. It is as if every time is different, the kind I have never even thought of before.
I could have very well gone by air. However, firstly, the Rajdhani is at very convenient timings and secondly I always looked forward to train journeys. It is the same with my experience of life: you never know what a train journey would actually have in store for you whereas air travel is predictable!
As I sat on that bench waiting for my train, I thought of my first love, my first experience and actually the only time I had been in love with a man. My first time was when I was very small. I was in the fifth standard. I was very cute and often given girlie roles in the school plays since mine was an all boys school. Lalit, who was the boy lead in the play, had taken a fancy to me and was even protective of me as if I was really a girl in a boy's school. He was in the seventh standard. Backstage, during one of the plays, he asked me if I enjoyed being a girl. I hadn't even thought about it. I was given a role and I was doing it as best as I could.
"Why do you ask?" I enquired. I was wearing an apron, frock and stockings with my hair in ribbons.
"Because you are doing your part so well; everyone is saying that you just love being a girl."
With that he took me in his strong arms and kissed me on my lips. Before I could do anything about it, I was called on the stage. During the scene I was to swoon due to heat, which I found easy to do. However, Lalit was to revive me by sprinkling water on my face. When he bent down to do so, I thought he was going to kiss me again and I screamed and ran from there. The curtain was pulled and the scene was restored after sometime. However, I didn't tell the teacher that I had been kissed by Lalit against my will and I had felt violated.
A few days later, we were playing hide-n-seek in my house. Lalit was in my team. He suggested that we hide in my parents' wardrobe together. It appeared like a good idea since no one ever would imagine us hiding in the wardrobe behind my parents clothes. After the whistle was blown, we stood in the wardrobe holding our breaths. It was dark. Soon I felt Lalit's hands groping me, my tits and buttocks. He was much stronger than me and there was no way I could resist him. In any case we did not want to be discovered.
He took my clammy hand in his, unzipped his jeans and placed my hand on his cock. I at once forced it away as if I had touched a live snake. However, he forced it right back. "Come on", he insisted, "You are a maid and I am your master in the play. Show me how you'd serve your master." I did not move at all. He pinched me hard on my bottom and that hurt. "What do you want me to do Lalit?" I asked him, now really afraid of him.
"Do you know how to masturbate?"
"No" I quickly lied even though by that time I had started feeling myself and jerking when I was alone.
So he held my hand and moved it in a masturbatory motion over his cock. Before he would give me another pinch on my bottom, I complied with his request. I was only half way through when he pushed me down in front of him and told me to suck his cock. "Now come my sweetie Susan" he called me by my name in the play, "Maids would do anything for their masters."
I had no idea of what maids would do or not do for their masters. All I knew was that crouched up in front of him and with his cock only a few inches form my lips I had no choice but to do what he wanted me to do. He was much stronger and if he were to hit me it would hurt more than the thought of being forced to have his cock in my mouth. I held his cock and inserted it in my mouth.
Even after so many years of it, I still have vivid memories of sucking Lalit's cock. It had a lovely smell and taste, the kind I had never experienced. Lalit was too young to actually cum but he shivered when he climaxed and held my head in his hands.
"Thanks", he told me, "I don't suppose we should tell anyone that Susan loves her master. Tell me lassie, did you like your master's dick?"
I didn't say a word and he took it as my acquiescence since he raised me up to him and kissed me full on my lips.
That night as I lay in my bed I kept thinking of Lalit's lips on mine and his cock in my mouth. We were of an age when boys bragged about being macho and cowboy like. However, here I was at the age of ten having been reduced to being a pansy and actually being made to suck a boy's cock. I felt humiliated. Couldn't I have pounded him with my fists? Why was I afraid of being discovered in that stupid hide-n-seek game when actually I had been forced to do something against my will? Wasn't there some way I could get back at Lalit and show him that I too was a boy, a man who could protect himself from predators?
And then, I thought of the fragrance of his naked cock and its sweet and salty taste. I hated to admit to myself that I liked sucking his cock; that I wasn't put off by the act itself, except that he had asked me to do something against my will. I had actually liked the feel of his pubescent lips on mine, the wetness and the hot breath. Even as a child I was quite a rebellious child and I decided for myself that though it was abhorrent to me to be forced into submission, the only reason that I still felt my fascination overwhelm my shame was because I had finally done a forbidden thing! My own cock was hard thinking about it and I stroked it whilst remembering how Lalit had used me.
Looking back I think that the reason why my shame finally gave way to increased desire about Lalit was because he didn't behave like a brat at all. I had heard stories about the seniors subjecting their juniors to untold humiliation and thereafter constantly tease them in private and in public. Lalit never did that. He never called me a fag, queer, pansy, queenie or cocksucker. He never made horrible jokes about what he had made me to do -- a kind of victory bragging. On the other hand he became even more protective of me. Often, in his lunch box he would pack some extra chocolates, toffees or muffins for me.
Lalit and I belonged to different classes and except for lunch time we didn't meet very often. However, during the next summer vacation, we took part in an inter-school dramatic competition together. The school where the competition was being held was in another town and we had to go by the school bus. Lalit sat next to me in the bus. It was a long journey and it became dark. Lalit caressed me with his hands and then took my hand and put it on the bulge in his pants. This time I didn't resist it and caressed it lovingly. Before he could unzip and give me access to his nakedness, we arrived. We were given dinner at the school mess and bundled into a large sized dormitory. Every bed had a mosquito net. I changed into my night suit and slipped under my net, into my bed. Naturally, I wanted my lover, to caress, to fondle, to kiss and to suck. However, I knew it would be too risky for Lalit to come to me. What if others found us?
I need not have worried. As soon as the lights were switched off, everyone was too tired even to talk and crack jokes and there was total silence. I held my breath. Would he or won't he? Does he love me or not? Were all his gestures so far as some sort of a pity for me for having used me? The suspense was killing me.
I felt a barely discernible movement in the dark and then a hand reached out for me under the net. If it hadn't been for the risk of discovery I would have screamed with joy, the kind of elation one feels after winning a raffle! I held the hand, clammy with sweat and hot with desire and kissed it. He slid next to me in the bed and took me in his arms and whispered, "I love you, Susan".
"I love you master Jimmy", I said in a sort of natural response.
He kissed me and I closed my eyes to savour every moment of this wonderful moment. I reached for his cock through his pajamas and found him hard. Meanwhile he had already freed my own cock and was gently stroking it. It sent waves of ecstasy through me.
This time he didn't have to force me down on to his cock. I kissed him all the way down and kissed him on the tip of his lovely cock before taking him in my mouth. We were in a sixty-nine position by that time and he was doing to me exactly what I was doing to him. I felt so much of love for Lalit that I applied as much of my spittle as possible to the underside of his shaft to give him pleasure. I even kissed and tongued his balls. Oh, how I wanted that moment never to end!
Whenever one has to describe extreme ecstasy, one does it with the expression `indescribable pleasure'. However, the pleasure of Lalit's cock in my mouth wasn't indescribable at all. Even after thirty years, as I sat waiting for my train, every hushed sound between us, every stroke of tongue on flesh, every goose pimple, every electric sensation, every twitch and groan is still fresh in my mind. It is as if it was only yesterday!
I increased the pace of my sucking him just as he increased his. Suddenly, without warning, I felt his cock jerk violently in my mouth and release what I at that time thought to be honey. I didn't know anything about cumming at that time and naturally felt that Lalit had planned to share a goodie with me just as he used to share the chocolates and muffins. When we turned around and he took me in his arms again, he told me about semen. Oh, how much I loved Lalit for having given me the gift of the first taste of his semen!
Our drama was a great success and we won the best play award. To top it all, the judges were so impressed with the intensity of my acting as a maid that I was given the best actor award!
As I walked off the stage in my maid's dress, Lalit whispered to me, "We must celebrate, my fair maiden."
I actually curtsied to him and said, "Master, you are naughty indeed. But, come into my bed tonight."
The train had arrived but I didn't want to get up from my bench since I had a raging hard on. The porter was right in placing my things since the first class air-conditioned bogie was just across from where I sat. I cooled down a bit, picked my bags and entered the bogie. I was in the compartment marked `F'. It was meant for four but I found that I was the only passenger. The waiters came, gave me a drink of juice, some newspapers and magazines and generally made me comfortable. Just when the train was about to start, the door opened and in walked the most handsome man that I had ever come across. He was wearing Levis, a dark polo shirt, through which his muscles bulged out. For a man of about twenty-five, he exuded tremendous confidence and poise.
"Hello", he addressed me in a husky, baritone voice, "Got stuck with an idiotic cab driver. I nearly missed the train."
I made appropriate sympathetic noises and got myself immersed in a book on Indian Models that I had picked up from the Wheeler's Bookshop at the station.
As the train started, I closed my eyes and once again thought of Lalit, my first and only love. One would think that as one went along in life, it would be easy to find love. Actually, it is the exact opposite. Indeed, at times it can be stifling. Everyone wants only one night stands: suck and fuck and go your ways; no feelings, no emotions, no memories. Lalit was different. How many times I have lain in my bed, thinking of the first time when he fucked me!
He was in no hurry. We were sucking each other's cocks regularly after our coming back from inter-school dramatics meet. Instead of waning, I could find that the intensity of his love for me was increasing. I, of course, loved him absolutely. Every time was a new and wonderful experience of discovery and exploration. For example, I discovered that if I fondled his balls in my hands whilst sucking him, the quantity of his cum increased. We discovered that we could suck each others nipples, earlobes and even toes.
It was I who suggested to him that it turned me on more when the risk of discovery was more. So he made me suck him at public places, for example, behind the temple on the hilltop, in the classroom during the lunch break, in a cinema hall on the back seat, in the local train, late at night and once openly on the beach on a quiet afternoon. Every time I wanted more. It appeared to me that I'd never have enough of his cock.
Three years later, we went for a picnic into the woods, near the rivulet. I used to love sending flat pebbles skimming on the gleaming surface of the water and watch them landing on the other bank. We selected a spot under a tree on the sands and settled down. We soon discovered that except for the chirping of birds and the hushed gurgling of the river, we were totally alone. In any case, the spot that we had selected was surrounded by bushes and no one could have seen us even from a distance.
We got out of our clothes and swam in the river, stark naked. We even held each other's cocks underwater and kissed passionately. When we came back to our spot, we were huffing with the effort of swimming and threw ourselves on our towels. We entwined our bodies in the sand and restarted our never ending discovery of each other. Suddenly, Lalit inserted a finger in my asshole. He had never done this before and it was totally unexpected. I was fondling his cock and froze.
"What is the meaning of this, my love?" I asked him as if I didn't know.
He immediately got into our Susan and Master Jimmy act and said, "I think my fair maiden is ready for a prize from her master".
I was equal to his acting and said, "But master, I am still virgin there. Before you take my cherry, will you please promise to be careful and not to hurt me?"
"Upon my heart, lassie" he intoned and kissed me on my lips, "I shall treat you more gently than a butterfly."
About this I had no doubt whatsoever. Lalit lubricated me with the Vaseline he had brought. Even the hurt caused by his finger entering me for the first time was soon replaced by a complete desire to give him pleasure and also to obtain the same for myself. I kissed his cock in invitation for deflowering me. He turned me on my stomach, spread my legs and positioned my hands to spread my ass cheeks for him.
I wanted it to become the most wonderful memory on earth and hence I said, "Master, can you now see my cherry that I have saved for you?"
"Yes indeed, my darling", he said, "It looks so wonderful that I could eat it." With this he plunged his tongue there and sent the kind of sensation into me that I had never even thought existed. I wanted my first fuck from my first love more desperately than anything in the world. However, Lalit took his time. He laid on top of me and rubbed his beautiful cock at my entrance. He held my tits with both the hands and squeezed them. He kissed the back of my neck, my bare back and waist. And then he just inserted the cock head into my cherry and just held it there. Even though I was expecting it, it took the breath out of me.
"Master", I whispered, "It feels wonderful. Tell me, do you do it with the other maids in the palace?"
He inserted a little more and said, "You are the only one Susan. I shall make you my queen one day."
I was already on top of the world! I could feel his total manhood inside me and the feel of his pubic hair and balls on my bare buttocks was simply exquisite. He started fucking me deliciously slow, each stroke taken on to its full base and out to the very tip. Later, it appeared to me that the chirping of the birds and gurgling of the rivulet had reached a new crescendo, in celebration of the first fuck of the lovers. Or was it simply that Lalit had increased the pace of his fucking me? We were in the shade of the tree but it suddenly felt very hot as if my ass was burning. Soon it became a feverish pitch and the grunts and groans added to the crepuscular sounds.
"Susan, my love, I want you so much." Lalit grunted.
"Master" I was quick to make my rejoinder, "With this treatment you have already made me your queen."
"Susan, I am coommmiiing^Å.." and he filled me with the nectar of gods and collapsed on my back. We lay like that for eternity. Afterwards, he made me stand, went on his knees and sucked me until I too came in explosions of joy.
"I said it is a nice book." I heard this over the sound of the train as if from a great distance away. I opened my eyes and saw that my co-passenger was addressing me about the book that had nearly fallen off my lap.
"I don't know" I replied collecting the book, "I just bought it at the station."
Actually, I didn't tell him that I was turned on by the naked chest of the handsome model at the cover and later in privacy in my bedroom I was going to masturbate imagining him making love to me.
"There are pictures of mine inside", he told me.
Ah, no wonder I was taken in by his handsome looks, poise and mannerism. Obviously, the man was a model. Now, where had I seen him earlier? I turned the pages of the glossy book and came to the page where the man had done a series of photographs for a famous underwear company. Of course I had seen him on the telly a number of times. The pictures showed him being surrounded by voluptuous girls and lipstick marks all over his finely chiseled chest. I read his name: Shashank.
"Shashank", I told him, "The pictures are good. You are famous, man."
"I get reasonable roles", he told me, "I am young, you see".
We talked about his modeling assignments both in India and abroad, the handsome pay packets, the bevy of girls and locations. He enjoyed his work, but I could make out that it was rather tough keeping up the image. He told me that he worked out for two to three hours a day, even during weekends and had no time to himself. He told me that the only reason he preferred train journeys was that it gave him some time for himself. I asked him if it was awkward for him when girls kissed him on his chest, as in the underwear ad.
"When one is on the job, it is totally professional. No feelings, no hang-ups."
The waiter came and asked us when we desired dinner. Both of us preferred to have early dinner. It was quite a spread and soon we were totally satiated. The waiter bid us good night and asked as to what time we liked to have bed tea in the morning.
I found Shashank very witty and easy to get along. He asked me to call him Shash since everyone called him the same. My eyes never left his beautiful face, his biceps, his sleek neck and his shapely legs and I had started dreaming about him. It had been thirty years since Lalit had made love to me and here was now a man who had evoked all those feelings in me. When Shash asked me my name I nearly said "Susan" before correcting myself and saying, "Suresh".
Shashank was full of jokes. We had fish for dinner. He told me about the man who was told that oysters worked as aphrodisiacs. One morning the man declared, "I don't know why oysters are called so. Last night I had nine of those and only three worked!"
When Shash laughed his total face lit up and he looked like a god. Would it be possible to hold that face in my hands, I thought to myself. I drifted into memories again. My eyes were fixed on Shashank. However, my mind's eyes were on Lalit. He had made me feel loved and wanted. We continued making love for another two years after our first fuck next to the river.
By that time, Lalit had a mobike. We used to go out driving during the weekends. Sitting as a pillion behind him, holding his waist for dear life, and feeling his closeness to me was heavenly. At times, on lonely stretches of road, I used to unzip him and take out his cock and fondle him. Soon we became experts at it and there was an occasion when I successfully and skillfully made him cum all over my hand. I kissed his neck and ears from behind whilst masturbating him.
Good times, like Lillies in May, are short lived. One rainy Saturday, we were returning from a drive to the hills. I was extremely playful since Lalit had made me suck him next to a waterfall, with our faces flush with the spray. Every now and then, I tugged at his cock and nibbled at his earlobe. With all this and due to the wetness of the road, we collided against a lorry in front. A portion of the bike went under the lorry after I was thrown off the bike with the impact. Lalit died on the spot. I could never forget his handsome looks, his good manners and gentlemanly ways. I loved him and I knew it would be difficult for someone to take his place in my heart.
A few years later, I got married and my wife and I have two loving children. Once in a while, I got aroused to have a man in me or to do things with me but I just quietly masturbated over it in the privacy of my room and did not let any relationship to develop. Sometimes, when the desire for a cock got too strong, I inserted a dildo in me and masturbated. No one measured up to Lalit! Except now that I sat across form Shashank, I realized that he had aroused some sort of a passion in me with his exquisite looks and very polished manners. After thirty years, suddenly, I wanted a man.
"Time to change", said Shash suddenly and brought me out of my reverie. I wondered where he was going to change until right in front of me he quite unabashedly took out his shoes and socks. I was transfixed. I stared at his toes and liked them and wanted to caress them. They were lovely, soft, smooth and neat. Next he took out his shirt. I shifted my gaze to his bulging muscles and hairless pecs. It was flawless skin, pink, young and glowing. Shash appeared to be unaware that I was following his every move. After all, except for the fact that he aroused my sexuality, normally in the trains, men would think nothing of changing into night suits in front of each other.
He undid the buckle of his leather belt and my heart missed a beat. How would I contain myself when he lowered his jeans? Wouldn't I want to hold him and kiss him? If he were to look up at this juncture he would have seen the total desire on my face for him. How would he have reacted? Fortunately, he was so engrossed in his undressing that he did not bother to look at me. He lowered his jeans and took out first one and then the other leg. He had a beautiful pair of legs too. He carefully laid the jeans on the berth and stood up to gather his bag from the overhead baggage space. I could see the outline of his cock in his white jockey. When he arched his arms up to catch the bag, his total body was now on view to me and I decided that I must have him. This man had something electric about him, just like Lalit. But how? Thirty years ago, it was Lalit who had made the first move. Who, if at all, was going to start the ball rolling? What if he was put off and called the conductor and complained?
He put the bag on the berth, rummaged inside and took out soft shorts and T-shirt. But was he going to put on his sleeping shorts over his underwear? That would not be comfortable. Would he tie a towel around his waist, lower his underwear and then put on his sleeping shorts?
He did neither. He just lowered his jockey in full view of me and bent down to take them off his lovely feet. He was simply gorgeous. I openly stared at his somnolent cock, his thick pubic hair and his well rounded balls. I would have never wanted him to cover himself but very quickly he put on his shorts and then turned to me and said, "Aren't you going to change?"
I was caught off guard. By this time I was staring at him quite openly and I am sure he would have seen it instantly in my looks. "I am afraid", I suddenly heard myself say. Now why did I say that? I was surprised by my own response.
He was clearly taken in by my response as he put on his shirt, "Afraid? What a strange thing to say".
I decided to make a clean breast of it. Let him think badly of me but I couldn't hide my desire for him anymore. "Shash" I told him in trembling voice, "it must be professional for you and the girls in the underwear ad but your stripping has made quite an impression on me. I am afraid that if I strip too I wouldn't be able to control my feelings."
He just stared at me incredulously. "What feelings? What are you saying?"
God, I wanted him a lot. I decided to risk everything of mine to have him. "Shash", I heard myself reply -- surely I can't be talking like this to a total stranger -- "From the moment you walked into the compartment, I have loved you. If you don't want me lets forget about the whole thing and lets not make any fuss. I shall not bother you at all."
He burst out laughing. He had a way of laughing which radiated to his entire face, his entire body. It was so childlike and innocent and genuine. "Oh, God", he said still laughing, "And to think I was still thinking how to broach the topic with you. I loved you instantly when I walked in but felt you were much too aloof to permit any of this stuff!"
I joined in his uninhibited laughter and we fell down laughing on my bunk. I kissed him gently on his lips and then distanced myself to see his handsome face with the wetness of my lips still on him. He would have nothing of my restraint. He threw me down on the bunk and kissed me madly and passionately whilst helping me remove my shirt. By this time my hands were all over him, his face, his chest, his arms and finally on to his cock.
The desire on both sides was equal. I don't know if Guinness has ever made a record of the fastest time for lovers to get out of their clothes. Surely we would have made a new world record! One moment we were fully clothed -- I had even my shoes and socks on -- and the next moment we were as naked as Lalit and I had been next to the river. However, after that it was slow and delicious. I wouldn't have wanted it another way. I made him lie down and decided to kiss my way up. I kissed the soles of his feet. "Stop it, please", he said, "It tickles me".
I didn't stop at all. I kissed his toes and sucked at them, as if he had two additional cocks! I tongued his ankles and calves. In order to control his tickling he held me by my hair. Every time I succeeded in bringing out an involuntary response from my lover, the roughness of his hands on my hair increased. Hence, he was holding my hair very tightly when I came to his thighs. His grunting and groaning had kept pace with my advance. "Oh, oh, Suresh, what are you doing to me^Å..I love you, I love you^ÅI, oh, be careful my love."
I reminded him that he had endured the kissing of a number of girls in his underwear in the ad. What kind of a man was he that he was reacting every time I kissed him at some e-spot! He responded that he had nothing to do with those ladies, whereas he was in love with me! For the rest of the night, I walked on clouds!
Shash would have surely uprooted my hair when I zeroed on to his groin! His breathing had become hard and his grunting sounds had ceased. I kissed in the region between his thighs. He was clean as a whistle and the silkiness of his curly pubic hair tickled my nostrils. I kissed his hair and mouthed them before licking and sucking his lovely balls. His cock was now ramrod hard and a great deal of pre cum was making its head glisten. I kissed him from the base to the tip and then started applying all my saliva on to it through my hot tongue.
"P-l-e-a-s-e", he hissed now with great urgency, "Take him in your mouth; I can't take it anymore".
I was in total control! Imagine me: a pansy, a queer, a fag, a cocksucker^Åprobably a sissy^Å making my lover beg! Love is all about giving, and yet, in giving there is power!
I mouthed his cock now and just held him there in my hot and wet mouth. For thirty years I had waited and it was worth the wait! Lalit, I loved you' I said to myself, thank you for teaching me how to give.' I started moving my mouth up and down the length of him, frequently applying my wet tongue to his shaft. He tasted marvelous: fleshy, baby-like and sweet. He had started pushing his cock into my mouth with the rhythm of my own sucking. When I felt that he was close to erupting, I released his cock from my mouth and did not let him cum. Instead, I allowed the vibrations to die down. Having accomplished that, I started all over again, kissing, licking and sucking. It gave me great joy to know that I controlled him totally. However, all I wanted him to do was to immensely enjoy our first love making with the hope of having him as my lover forever.
This time I didn't stop even when he was close to cumming. Indeed, he had now taken over and was actively fucking me in my mouth. He had learnt fast how to conquer my control over him and silently I wished him more strength! He flooded my mouth with his precious cum and I kept sucking him with all my energy. The nectar of my man, my lover, my god filled my mouth, nay, my soul. I closed my eyes and imprinted all this to the canvas of my mind, to retract it whenever I would be alone or feel alone: my lover gifting me with the ultimate gift of his love to me just as Lalit had made me taste the first drops of semen from his cock.
As we lay in each other's arms, he kissed me and tasted his own cum on my lips. "Tell me", he asked, "Where did you learn to suck like this."
"Early training", I told him, "I was made to suck when I was only ten". With this I told him all about Lalit, the first time he made me suck him, the first time he kissed me, the first time under the mosquito net when we sucked each other and the first time under the sun on the hot sand bank of the river when he fucked me in my ass. I told him all about our acting in the play, my being Susan and Lalit being Master Jimmy.
As I narrated my story, he embraced me tighter and tighter and kissed me all over the place. He even kissed my nipples before sucking on them. My own cock was harder than steel. He kissed and nibbled around it and finally mouthed it. I was so full of love for this magnificent man that it didn't take me long to explode in his mouth. Just before I came, Shash pushed a finger in my asshole and held it there as if that was the button to completely drain me out! I loved the feel of his finger in me. He kept sucking at my ejaculating cock whilst finger fucking me in my hole. It felt hot there. Despite the air-conditioning it was moist with our combined sweat. I opened my legs fully for me. Soon he wanted me to be turned over on my tummy but I told him that I wanted to see his handsome face whilst fucking me.
"Susan", he told me, "Don't the fair maidens blush and hide their faces rather than to see naked desire on their masters' faces?"
I had an answer to that, "Master Jimmy, whilst you make love to my pussy with your stick, I want to make love to your face with my eyes!"
Shash had no choice. He put two pillows under my buttocks, raised my legs over his shoulders and positioned himself for the kill. I kept seeing the earnestness of his face, the intense love, the crow's feet at the side of his eyes, the puckering of his lips, and the slight movement of his nostrils as he breathed hard. I was so engrossed in it that when he touched me there with his rod, it came as a surprise. Instinctively, I opened myself more to accommodate him. For thirty years, no cock had touched me there but now in the Rajdhani train, I was about to be mounted by a man I was totally in love with. Suddenly, the beating of my heart was louder than the chook, chook, chook of the train. Suddenly, the time stood still and the earth stopped revolving. Suddenly, he entered me. At this moment I closed my eyes and heard the chirping of the birds and the incessant gurgling of the river. I opened my eyes to see great joy and triumph having enveloped my lover's face.
How much of his cock had entered me, I had no idea. He had appeared to be close to nine inches. I wanted to feel his balls against my ass and urged him to put more of him inside me. My eyes never left his radiant face as he complied. Soon I felt his pubic hair brush against my bottom. I urged him to insert more in me, but, I could still not feel his balls. He started fucking me slowly. Indeed he didn't have to do anything. The train was moving over a rough patch and automatically his cock went in and out of me. I helped him much by moving up and down with the rhythm of the train. Chook, chook, chook, in and out it went. Trains these days are electric but I still thought of the piston going forward and back as the driver put more coal into the kiln to make the train go faster. The fires were burning hot and red.
"Harder, deeper, faster", I shouted at Shash, "Fuck me as you have never fucked anyone before."
He did not require anymore urging. He was ramming into me hard and deep and voila, his balls started hitting against my ass cheeks. There were other sounds too, both of us huffing and puffing and the slurping sounds of his groin region against my groin region. My own cock was tossing about and rubbing against his waist. Hence, both of us shouted at the same time, "Gooood, I am cummmmiiinnggg." The train started going over a bridge and made a roaring sound and muffled our screams. I felt that it had fallen off the bridge and by some gravitational miracule it was suspended in the air!
He filled me to the brim and kept fucking me even after that. My own cock ejaculated all over my own and his waist. He came out of me, I lowered my legs and the after shock of his cumming drenched my waist even more than my own cum. We got into sixty nine position and licked the cum off our bodies.
We did not sleep at all during the night. We fucked, sucked, kissed and licked. If Lalit had initiated me into the joys of loving, Shash took me to even greater heights. We ignored the waiter's knocking at the door to serve us the morning tea and breakfast and were just in time to put on our clothes as the train pulled into the station.
Shash has understood my desire to be loved where the risk of discovery is more and hence plans all the time to do it to me at the strangest of places. Lalit and I were only boys at that time and no one would have been suspicious to see us naked on a beach or river. However, now things have changed. Risks are, therefore, more and so is the sensuousness of the act! Shash has fucked me in a parked car, in the muddy waters of our beach, in a local train at night and in a boat that he rented from a local fisherman.
One day, he intends taking me to the spot next to the river where Lalit first made love to me. He has acquired a mobike too, a Harley Davidson at that. I know what I shall do to him and with him. But I have also prayed, "God, I know love never dies. But, this time, don't let my lover die p-l-e-a-s-e."