The Magic Glove By Alisha
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The train was moving slowly, it had been running very slow for past two hours, it was supposed to be a super fast train with few stops but it was running like a local train. I was on my journey to meet my husband. He was posted on the frontiers. I received a telegram from him asking me to join him for the summer vacation. In fact I was expecting him to come to my place and spend a vacation on the southern parts of the country. But our programs were disrupted due to sudden tensions between countries in the region. So my husband was shifted to the frontiers and he was asking me to join him there. My holiday dreams were all shattered. But I proceeded to meet my husband as I knew he was on some secret mission. It was turbulent times in our country. The duty and workload was eating him, he was keeping late nights and his health was deteriorating for the past few years.
He was a romantic when we first met at Delhi. They were a bunch of fresh army officers, they joked about us when I and my friends were eating famous Nerula Ice creams at Cannaught Place, heart of Delhi. I was mesmerized by his style and haircut. They made passes at us when we sit there. It was his sparkling eyes, piercing into my body which attracted me. Then we met so many times at the same place and finally he proposed me. I was unable to resist his charms, we were married in the summer. But as he climbed the ladders he got more and more secretive, tough and silent. He had little time to talk to me, he was always working at night, he talked about things, which never interested me. So I was feeling that our married life is getting so cold and indifferent. In our honeymoon he never left me for even a moment. He came to bathroom even when I was shitting. We were always naked like Adam and Eve in Eden garden. He talked sweet nothings, he kissed every inch of my body, his tongue entered each crevice of me, and his thick moustache lingered at each of my contours and folds. He entered me every half an hour. He seemed to be an insatiable man. He did not want me to repay his oral administrations. When I tried to kiss his penis and take it in my mouth, he just brushed me away, he said it was ticklish to him. But he did all those naughty things to me, his long tongue reamed my butt hole, I begged him always to stop but he went on until I was spent and slept. I woke up with his mouth kissing between my thighs on my lower lips. When did we start receding apart?, I don't know. When he became a Major he stopped kissing me, he started making demands. He made me to suck his penis always like a dog crawling naked under his feet. He began to behave like a master to me, he started fucking me in the ass, and he never bothered about my frontal orifices. At fist it was pain, sheer pain, but soon I started lubricating my rectum to suit his taste, now a days I forgot all about my pussy. I am now afraid that my pussy may soon start shitting as my ass was doing job of a pussy. Why these army men always prefer ass to a pussy?
The train again stopped. I went to the urinal and I was surprised to find local people, beggars etc sitting on the corridors. It was common in local and fast trains, but beggars in super fast trains, that amused me. A lady with an ugly face and a kid was sleeping in the corridors, an old man was sitting near her. They looked at me with contempt and hatred. I looked for the ticket examiner or compartment attendant. None were there, it was past midnight. I went inside the lavatory and bolted. The latch was not good most of its screws were lost and one could open it with a hit. I latched it from inside but it was loose coupled. I was wearing a salwar which is a loose pants held at its place using a cord made of cotton, and a long rob reaching up to my knees as its upper portion. It was better for train journeys, as it gave more space and elasticity and unlike jeans it never suffocated my pussy as there was more room inside. I could see outside corridor, sitting on the commode. It was eastern style commode, you have to squat sitting on your legs, I gave a long fart unabashedly. The junk food they supplied full of pulses was making my stomach a gas chamber. Then came a jerk, The train started moving again, the door moved inside, I could see the corridor well, I wondered if the people sitting at corridors could see me vice versa, then they could see my pussy. Oh shit!, I looked at outside. I could see the beggar woman's face, she was moving to and fro as the train caught its motion. Well, what was she having in her mouth. My god!, she is sucking at a penis, that old man who is a grandpa to her was making her suck his penis. That too, in a moving train's corridor, it was possible that anyone could make an appearance anytime.
Fuck those horny beggars. Traveling alone amidst of such wild people!, I cursed my husband. Then I saw the beggar woman rolling fully on her stomach. She kept on sucking the old man's black penis fiercely. I felt she was going to root that thing out. But the fellow was sitting idle with a bidi ( cheap cigarettes made of leaves and tobacco) and the nasty smell of the bidi was making the air conditioned compartment polluted. I was finished but if I unbolt the door and appear before them I would be breaking the spell of sucking. I knew how hard she had to try to get sperm out of that old worn out penis, his balls were reaching the floors and his pubic hairs have gone gray!. How could he cum at such an old age, who was the beggar woman?, his wife or his keep?, I wondered. My legs were aching. I stood up and washed my face, the water was sticky, and tasting the rust. Had they stopped, I looked again through the door the latch was not good, three of its screws were missing, and only one was keeping it at its position. They were still busy, I could not see their faces but I could guess that the show was going on. I looked around the lavatory, the walls of lavatory was decorated with drawings made by pensil, pen, charcoal, they reminded me those erotic paintings on our temples, but here it was more crude and there were lot of scribbled messages like 'mumh mein lund dalo, chute + lund =maja' meaning suck the cock, pussy+cock=pleasure etc etc. There were lots of crude drawings about human genitalia. The lavatories of Indian trains are our only sexual education centers, it seemed. I bet most of the writings were written by educated decent men, who would be sitting against us wearing their safari suits reading economic reviews, posing as great architects of wisdom and business magnets. Our train was a costly train and people who got sound financial background can only travel in such fully air conditioned super fast trains. Perhaps those elite people have found out that the lavatories gave them a white board, which offered great temptation to release their sexual tension and behave in their raw form. After the one and only place where society might not prey on them were the lavatories.
I might have spent a lot of time reading those scribbling and naughty pictures, I was shocked when the latch gave way and the door was opened. I was yet to adjust my panties and salwar bottom, I looked back and saw the intruder was the black beggar woman with her dress hiked up, "maf kijiye,muchko malum nahintha aap yehi hai (sorry, I was not aware that you are still here)", saying this she sat on the commode and in the next second she urinated. It seemed her bladder was full and she was dying for releasing it. She did not mind me standing there, and then she never bothered about anyone while she was sucking on a public place. I tried to move away and tried to tie my salwar around my waist, but the string attached was broken in my hurry and one end was completely out of the hole. 'Shit', I muttered. It was very unusual to have the cord broken, but I might have applied more pressure and it gave way. I had to take the whole cord outside and join them and again insert into the hole. Its just like wearing a belt through the hooks made for it, here instead of the hook, it was a single whole which covered the whole waistline of the pant type dress. The fucking pants now dropped to my ankles. I could not adjust it outside. So I bolted again using the latch and stood leaning against it fearing more intruders. While I was trying to join the cord, I was able to see the lady facing me still pissing unbothered. She was much younger than I was thought, perhaps about 30, if only she had washed and properly dressed she would be an average beauty. But she was coated with dust and her hairs had never seen oil for a long time. She smelled of raw garlic and mustard oil. I could see her wide pussy and the full flow of yellow urine, which had hit my feet with its force. How could she held that much amount of piss in her bladders, I wondered. Then the flow slowed and ended with tiny drops. She took water from the side pipe in her hands and was cleaning her pussy. So she was bit hygienic, I was expecting her to make hurry out of the place. She washed her cunt using the water thrice and she used a finger to spread her pussy wider and I could see the rose inner folds of her labia and began to clean there also. I got bit jealous seeing her pussy, her labia was pink like a fresh cut meat, my labia never had such a rose or pink color. This ugly beggar woman had a nice pussy, there was not much hair, just sufficient and her pubic triangle had symmetry about it. I concentrated again to join the chord. I tied the pieces of cord together by a navy man's knot but it did not enter the hole to which it had to be placed. I had no safety pin; if only I had a safety pin I could have made a nice joint of it. I looked at the woman and asked if she had a pin. In India women use safety pins in place of hooks for their blouses, to prevent the sary from falling down from the shoulders, to prevent the bra straps from becoming visible, to keep money tied close to the secret pockets made near their genitalia so that no pickpocket could grab at it, and for a lot of various other tasks. So a safety pin is an object which Indian women always keep handy.
The woman smiled at me and stopped her pussy washing. Still sitting there on the commode, she searched around her blouse and in the process she opened her blouse and her big breasts were free. She had no bra inside; she had bigger melons than I presumed. I felt smaller to her in that department, she had very good well-shaped tits, very firm tits, she was searching for the pin but did not find any. 'Nahin (No)', she said but gave me a sign that she would fix it up. Without bothering to close her boobs, she took the pieces of the cord from my hand and kneeling before me, she used her teeth to smooth the end of the cord and after wetting with her saliva she knotted it again, this time it was a smaller and firmer knot than I had earlier made. She inserted one end of the cord into the waistline hole and tried to move it inside the channel using her fingers moving round my waist. The half of the portion went smoothly inside the whole and when the knot entered the path, it began to move at ease. But she was using her fingers at both sides expertly and in the process the knot started moving inside. She was keeping her face so close to my navel that I felt her hot breath on my navel. She was having difficulty to move the knot at the middle portion of my pants. She used two fingers one to advance it and the other to pull it from the other side. In this process, her other fingers were lingering around my waistline and her small fingers were entering my buttock channel for support. The knot got almost stuck at the point near middle portion of my buttocks, but she was trying again by making the folds bigger slightly pinching around my butt. I felt ticklish with her fingers moving around my waistline, her small fingers were digging more deep into my buttocks and my tiny hairs there were aroused like goose bumps. Meanwhile she was moving her face so close to my panty line making ticklish there. When she made more progress with the knot my panty was getting lowered in the process. I could feel her hot breath like a hair drier applied to my hairline started just below my navel and moving towards my fine bush at my pubis. I tried to move away when I could not help the ticklishness anymore and when I jerked away , she applied more force at my butt, duly lowering my panties bit by bit. The knot had started moving again I could feel that she was going to get the other end of the cord out of the other end of hole, as I felt she searching for it at the other end. The again the knot moved dead, if had moved forward one inch or so she could have got the other end. I thanked her for her efforts in my mind, I could not have done it myself.
She seemed agitated at the final obstacle she arrived. She applied more force all over the waistline to move the cord to and fro. My panties duly lowered in the process and the upper portion of my moons was outside the panties. I looked at her from the top. I felt gratitude towards her, she was trying really hard expecting no returns. I could see her cleavage coated with her sweat caused by her efforts, and her breasts were still dangling freely with those black jutting nipples. The women in the northern region have very long nipples, where as my nipples were so small, just like two little buttons. I got slight envy seeing the woman's jutting teats. Then I felt her lips pressing my pubic hair, my panties were lowered completely and my entire pussy mound was free like the woman's dangling breasts. The hot breath was heating my pussy, she was so close to my pussy with her lips touching here and there and the knot still stuck in its position. Was she not aware of my condition, my pussy hairs were blown by her hot breath and I was feeling a leakage somewhere inside my pussy glands and slowly running down. Then the cord moved in and she caught the other end expertly and pulled it out she looked at me and I gave her a smile of gratitude. I tried to hike up my panties and tight the pants by tying the cord in place, but the woman had other things in her mind. She pulled my pants in one stretch and my panties followed it. I was made standing naked and the woman was fervently kissing me, straight on my pussy decorate with a fine growth of pubic hair. She was kissing me all over my pubic region. She moved me clockwise and anticlockwise and was kissing on my butts, arse and again coming back to my pubes. She then licked on my fleshy thighs, and while doing this she parted my butts and her little finger entered my asshole. She was behaving like a child who had found candy which she was deprived for a long time. I found my legs weakening and she too forced me to move down until I was lying on the wet floor. I could still smell the urine of both of us, and god knows how many else. But she parted my legs wide and she was kissing me right on my inner vagina. She parted me wider and moved me towards her eager mouth by taking my butt in her hands and slightly elevating me so that my buttocks would not touch the ugly floor. She was caring me to have a comfortable position and at the same time eagerly munching my pussy. She used her skilled tongue and found the little clit I had and soon she concentrated around that small protruding button. I was enjoying the pleasure of a good pussy licking after a long period. She took the tiny pebble right between her lips and like a child feeding from a breast started feeding from my clit. It was too much, my head was spinning as if I was being taken to a heaven, unknown to me which existed all the time. 'Ooohh..Aaaaaaaaaagggggggg', I cooed. Then a climax hit me like a volcano exploded. I lay naked on the floor.
When I came to senses the lady had hooked her blouse and was washing her mouth using her finger in place of brush. I stood up and dressed, the train was stopped again. There was no movement, I opened the door and looked for the old man. He was snoring on the floor. I went to my cabin and looked outside through the dusty window. I could not see anything, it must have been an abandoned station. Then I heard shouts and cries. I closed my cabin from inside and looked at my fellow travelers. One fat man was snoring on the upper berth, his wife was also deep asleep. Just opposite to me was a young college girl sleeping peacefully. There were thuds and someone threw a stone to our compartment. I saw our window glass, slightly broken. Soon so many stones were hitting the train and there were cries and shouts. Our window glass creaked like a spider's web. Someone hit at our cabin door, I bolted another latch. The train was not moving. Then we heard gunshots and I looked at my watch it was almost 4 o' clock in the morning.
It was after one hour my fellow passengers awake and the fat man opened the cabin door and he fell back unconscious. I looked outside and saw our opposite cabin smashed open and travelers attacked. Some were crying for help, I stepped out and saw the beggar woman's body lying in a pool of blood. Her companion the old man was also smashed at his head. I jumped inside and again bolted our cabin. After two hours the dawn came. The police and forces knocked our cabin and we opened it. There was some communal riots started unexpectedly and a local train carrying people was burnt alive. Our train was not much attacked but some miscreants tried robberies and the beggar families sitting at the corridors were killed. It was declared that the train services had disrupted indefinitely. The passengers went out in search of food. It was a small abandoned station where the train stopped. Travelers were helping each other with food and water. The railway authorities conveyed that it might take one or two days to resume traffic. I asked them for telephone, there were none. Fortunately the fat guy handed me his cell phone. I contacted the nearest military camp and conveyed my message to my husband. After a few minutes they called me back giving message that my husband was transferred to north east region and was not presently reachable. If that was the case there was no meaning for I to proceed further to north. I had to return home for safe but nobody knew when was the next train. I contacted the military camp again and sought their help. They promised me to send a vehicle and take me to a motel about 20 miles from there. They told me that the region was safe and predominantly a military area. They had arranged accommodation and promised to contact my husband meanwhile. I thought it was great idea, and agreed to their suggestion. I gave the cell phone back to the fat man and told I was abandoning my journey and going back to south. Then the young girl traveling in our cabin asked me if she could also come with me. She was going for an interview and since there was no chance of reaching there on time, she too decided to go back to her place. She was begging me for some help. I did not know if the military people would allow taking her along with me. I told her I would have to ask them first and if they would permit I would take her along with me. I took my luggage out of the compartment and while leaving the train I sadly looked at the blood stains of the unknown woman who had pleased me hours before.
The jeep arrived promptly after some time, they had no objection taking the girl with me. So we jumped into the jeep, the orderly helped us with the luggage. After one hour journey through the country roads we reached a motel. It was a Victorian type building. There was an old man at the counter, he gave key to me. When I took my purse for paying advance the orderly said the charges would be taken care by them. They bid goodbye to me and we were taken to our room by the manager.
(To be continued)