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Village Woman Escapes from a Rogue

In the small village adjacent to the town of Jaunpur in Uttar Pradesh, time had moved steadily and inexorably. It had been four years since Sunita's sexual discovery of herself at the ripe age of 23; she was now 27 years old. Over these years, her mother had tried to convince her that she should get married, have children, start a family, and thus fulfil her destiny. Her father continued to toil on his piece of the planet, the essential monsoon rains supporting his efforts every year; life had treated them well.

Sunita's two married sisters had both borne children, and the youngest would most likely be getting married in another year's time. Her cousin Ram and his wife had moved out of the rural life and now both worked in Delhi. Sunita herself had remained steadfast in her refusal to marry anyone other than a yet to be discovered soul mate, not that she used that term in her thoughts. Also, and naturally enough, she was still a virgin. Of course, she had continued to pleasure herself but the restlessness that had been born in her heart four years ago had grown.

Her 38-24-36 hourglass shape had settled to perfection and she maintained it without really being conscious of doing so. Her diet was frugal and the hours spent in physical activity were many. She was naturally aware of how voluptuous and attractive she was in the eyes of both young and old in the village; there had been a continuing stream of marriage proposals over the years although the flow seemed to have dwindled somewhat after she crossed the age of 25. The young adult men didn't want to get married to a woman older than themselves.

But the fact that Sunita was becoming an object of desire, a sexual trophy that nobody was winning, was becoming apparent even to her parents. And that worried them no end. In fact, once late last year in the winter, there had even been an attempt by a person to rape her; the culprit had not been completely successful, and he hadn't been apprehended either. It was however suspected that a village elder's son from a neighbouring village had been responsible.

Sunita had gone one morning to Jaunpur where she had met one of her sisters and spent the day together; they'd shopped for some clothes for her sister's baby, watched a movie, eaten at a restaurant, chatted away on a park bench, and generally had a lot of fun with one another. In the evening, she took the bus back to a point on the highway from where there was a path that cut across the fields to her village.

It was early February and the sun had set by 6:00 p.m. Sunita got off the bus by a little after 7 o'clock and started walking through the fields towards her home. The winter crop of wheat had been planted back in October and would be harvested in another few weeks time; as a result the fields were now dense with a near four-foot high plant, stretching for miles as most farmers in the region had planted that this season. Since the moon wasn't going to rise till almost midnight, Sunita had carried along a battery operated torchlight which she now used to light her way.

Although the day had been sunny and very comfortable weather-wise, the evening temperature had dropped to almost 10 degrees Celsius. Sunita was wearing her usual saree and blouse, but had a thick woollen shawl draped around her as protection against the cold. She walked through the fields, stepping carefully along the dry irrigation tracks between rows of the planted wheat. About halfway on her walk home, some ten minutes after getting off the bus, she thought she's heard dull footsteps and the rustle of someone walking through the plantation.

Sunita paused in order to listen more carefully but hardly had her feet stopped on the dry soil that there was a sudden crackle of noise, a gust of wind, and a wild movement through the nearby stalks of grain. She didn't even have time to turn around to see before she was grabbed bodily from behind and held tightly against what was obviously a man. The torchlight flew out of her hand and landed on the ground a few feet away, still shining its light.

The man was very strong, standing at least a foot above Sunita's 5'4" height as he grabbed a handful of her hair in his left hand while his right encircled her waist from behind her in a vice-like hold. Pulling her hair hard he released his grip around her body with the arm, only to pull a knife from his waistband flashing it in front of her face, then placing it to her throat and telling her that if she didn't do everything he said, he'd cut her up.

The man commanded Sunita to move forward, picking up the torchlight as he shoved her. He then yanked her head backwards with his fist that gripped the long thickness of her hair and shone the torch so that he could see her face. As she stumbled on, trembling and making slight whimpering sounds, he basked in the feeling of power over her. She was a beauty, full lips and just the right amount of makeup to enhance her unblemished features without unnaturally covering them. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders and down to her hips, but much of it was now twisted and gripped in his massive hand. She was dressed in a white blouse, and a white saree with light blue print on it, and shoes had one inch heels. Sunita was aware that the outline of her bra was visible through the material of her blouse but had not bothered because she had a shawl draped around her. Now, that woollen stole was askance and of no protective value. The man commented on her breasts, talking about their size and shape in a lewd manner that scared her terribly; she felt a few drops of urine escape and wet her panties.

Sunita, her voice cracking and on the verge of tears, implored the man not to hurt her but had little hope that he would consider her plea. He spoke gruffly, twisting her hair, yanking her head back, and told to her to shut up. As they walked through the wheat fields, a chill wind whipped through the plantation causing strands of her long hair to float across the man's face. Her fragrant strands smelled clean and enticing like she had just emerged from the shower, despite a day spent in town. Already he could feel stirrings between his legs.

They walked on in silence, Sunita already thinking of how she could escape. She had a sense of who the man was but not having had a look at his face, she was unsure. She knew he was a ruffian and a brigand and there was only one thing his accosting her could mean: he was going to rape her. She feared the knife that he held against her throat most of the time as they staggered along, otherwise she would have lashed out at him and made a run for it.

The man steered them off the rough track through the fields and towards a forested grove by the side; down a small ravine and across an old bridge, then turned on to a narrow pathway that followed the river. Once they were out of the fields and not likely to come across anyone, the man took his hand out of her hair but held the knife blade against her still. There was no one for her to signal to for help now.

He had pulled the pallu of her saree tight from the back so that it was cutting between her breasts, separating and outlining them. He was only inches away from the back of her body and leaning forward he could see the cleavage between her breasts disappear into her blouse. Every time the man pulled her backwards, her buttocks would touch his front and she felt the warm bulge in his trousers. Reaching around her, the man touched her right breast, following the border of her bra, brushing lightly across her nipple. Sunita tried to struggle against his grip but that seemed to excite him even more as he clamped his palm around her breast, feeling her nipple become hard, pressing anxiously against the fabric of her brassiere and blouse.

Sunita tried to distract the man through her agitated conversation, telling him to stop touching her, asking him if this was how he treated his mother and sister, alternating between mild aggressions and pleading. He reacted with anger, abusing her and reminding her that he was in control and quite capable of slicing open her throat. Simultaneously, he continued his physical onslaught by squashing her breasts with his hand and pinching her nipple hard with his fingers, causing her to yelp with pain.

Her breath caught in her throat as his hand enveloped the softness of her breast. He could feel that her bra was sheer, and had no lace or under wires. It was the sort of bra cup that gave little protection from erect nipples and hers were erect from his fondling her. Most of the top part of her breast was bare, the bra just barely covering the nipple. The man slipped his thumb and forefinger into her bra, and rolled her nipple lightly. She stiffened sucking air in through her teeth in a quick breath. Much to Sunita's dismay, her nipples were rock hard now as the rogue shoved her bra down further.

Then with one hand tightly wrapped around her waist he reached down with the other, pulling the hem of her saree up her thighs, the rough knuckles of his right hand gliding along the smoothness of her calves and shank. The front of his body was flush against her and the hardness in his crotch pushed out his pants in a massive bulge; Sunita could feel the heat against the flimsy protection over her buttocks. They slowed down as he rubbed his calloused palm against the soft silky skin over her fleshy arse and thighs.

They stopped walking as they approached the trunk of a thick tree, mainly bare in this winter season. Letting go of her saree, the man once again brought up the knife to her throat, then holding her by her upper arm he turned her around to face him. For the first time he was getting a good look at her, and he just stared into her eyes soundlessly for a moment. The man himself had a woollen muffler wrapped around his face and head, revealing only the coal black eyes through a slit in the scarf.

In his eyes Sunita looked sexy as hell standing there in her pale saree and low heeled shoes. He had thrown the torch to the ground so it offered a soft diffused ambient lighting to the immediate vicinity beyond which was complete darkness. Taking a couple of steps back but holding on to the drape of her saree, the man could see Sunita's full voluptuous body silhouetted through the material of her dress. It made the man's juices start to flow and his cock move against his pants.

He closed the gap between them again, gripped her with his left hand encircling her neck and with his other hand took the knife blade to her blouse. Sunita implored him again to let her go, and then tried to convince him not to cut open her blouse, but this seemed to anger the rogue even further. But then seeming to relent somewhat, he took his time with the hooks at the front of her blouse. Unclasping the front, he pushed her blouse over her shoulders and let it hang from her arms behind her back. Her breasts were large and firm and beckoning through the thin white material of her brassiere, her erect nipples pressing hard against the flimsy fabric.

The man commented on the fullness of her boobs and stroked his hardness through the material of his trousers. Sunita glanced downwards and was shocked at the size of the bulge straining against the buttons of his fly. Holding the sharp pointed tip of the knife blade against the underside of her jaw, he pulled out the saree from where it was tucked into her petticoat and let the entire eight yards of fabric flow to the ground where it pooled around her feet. Then very slowly he slid his knife up her belly to her bra. Sunita stiffened as the blade tracked lightly up her stomach. With one quick motion he cut her bra loose and the pair of her most beautiful breasts fell into view.

Sheathing his knife into his waistband, the man grabbed an erect nipple between each thumb and forefinger and backed up as he tugged at them. Sunita stood in morbid fear, prisoner to this large, intimidating man, who was being unnervingly silent at the moment. He was strong, much stronger than she, and now that his state of arousal was peaking she was mortified. Her breathing was coming quickly now, almost hyperventilating, and when he touched her cheek she let out a little shriek and jerked away, forgetting his hands and the grip they could have on her. With another cry she felt herself falling, unable to catch herself as she toppled sideways and landed hard on her shoulder, her head hitting the soft earth with a thud.

Feeling the touch of his hand on her arm as he tried to lift her up, she frantically tried to back away, pushing herself back along the forest floor with her feet, little whimpers of fear escaping her mouth as she did so. She could hear his footsteps padding along beside her as she wriggled, trying at the same time to stand and run.

Backing up against the thick trunk of a tree she realised with a shocked gasp that the wriggling had caused her petticoat to ride up her legs; she could feel the brush of cool air over her heated skin and the slide of the material as it parted over her thighs. Curling her knees up to her chest, Sunita huddled against the tree, terrified and out of breath but with enough self possession to know that exposing herself to this man would only make her more vulnerable. Her heart beating hard against the wall of her chest she turned her head to the tree, feeling the cool solidness against her hot cheek.

Sunita knew that she was going to be raped as soon as the man tightened his grip on her forearm and looked into her eyes with all the violence of hell. They were alone together in the quiet stillness of the dark forest, not in earshot of another human soul. She was now wondering whether the best thing would be for her to let the man to do anything he wanted and hoped that she might make it out of the forest and fields with her life. She made yet another desperate attempt to convince him to let her go; she cried and she pleaded, she prayed to him, begged him.

For an answer, he spat out into the ground and increased his grip on her arm. Wordlessly, he reached into his waistband and pulled out the big knife, making Sunita start with a renewed shock of fear. He looked at her large breasts, the nipples long and erect in the increasing cold of the night. He stared at her through the slit in his improvised mask with that solid evil stare that sent chills through her. He put the knife back in his pocket and released the grip on her arm and backed off a couple of steps staring at her expectantly.

Sunita had a very good idea what he wanted and once again thought that her best bet was to comply with the man's wishes if that meant getting out the situation unhurt and alive. She thought of the years she had resisted proposals of marriage, how she had preserved herself and her body for a man she would surely meet one day, she thought of her parents and their hopes for her and her dreams. But she couldn't get herself to comply, to strip and lie back so that this evil man could take her, defile her.

The man just stared at her for a long moment. She shivered in the cold night air and goose bumps began appearing on her legs and arms. She stood up slowly, the petticoat falling back down to cover her legs. Her breasts were still exposed and she tried to draw the blouse tight across her chest; her shawl lay discarded on the forest floor along with her saree. She held herself tightly to try and keep warm. She was visibly shivering now and didn't know if it was just the cold night or the evil stare that had not left her once. He nodded curtly to her and she knew what he wanted from her without him having to tell her.

For a long time nothing happened. Her stomach in knots, Sunita just stood her ground; she was waiting for him to make a move and the wait was worse than the cold or her nakedness or her fear of death. He made her wait for him and she knew he must be doing that intentionally to torment her further, and yet she could not give in to him. Again she started to tremble and her flesh pimpled over with bumps from the cold.

The man then bent down to the ground and reached for the torchlight. He shone it on Sunita's face; the light blinding her so she couldn't make out his intentions. Then suddenly, he switched off the light and there was a pitch black darkness that surrounded them. Before Sunita could adjust her eyes to the sinister darkness, she heard movement over the dried leaves on the ground and before she could change her stance, the man was behind her, his vice-like grip once again around her waist and clamping her arms against her side. She felt the fingers of his other hand loosen the drawstring of her petticoat and push it down to the ground. Still holding her very tight, he pushed down her panties and pulled them down to her ankles as well. And then all was silent again; he released his grip, moved away from her and left her completely naked in the night cold.

In less than a few seconds, the torchlight was on again shining straight into Sunita's eyes. She tried to cover her breasts with one hand and her hairy crotch with the other, standing like an impersonation of Boticelli's The Birth of Venus. Her long hair was completely loose and fell like a black curtain around her torso. The size and overgrown thickness of her pubic hair was too much to cover with her small hand and substantial tendrils peered out from the sides of her failing modesty.

The man once again tossed the torch to the ground and Sunita was able to see in the soft light which that created. She glanced towards the man and saw that he had removed his trousers and now stood in front of her naked from the waist down. He wasn't moving but seemed to be transfixed, as he looked between her legs at her pubic growth. Glancing down to his groin Sunita saw his member hanging limp between his legs; she was surprised because she had expected to see a raging stiffness after all this while. She remembered her cousin's cock from a few years ago when his young wife had stimulated him on Holi. Though not erect this man's penis still hung a good 6-inches down past his dark brown and tightly wound scrotum, and the width made it look as strong and mean as its owner. She could see the veins straining underneath the stretched skin and the thick head, larger than the rest.

Sunita considered running now that the man was semi naked but thought better of it; she was completely naked, very confused about which direction she could run to, and also that the man was stronger and probably swifter than she could ever be. So she took a decision, knowing instinctively that she would have to get his cock aroused to its angry fullest if she were to bring this unfortunate episode to an end. Moving forward toward him she reached out for his hanging penis. If she was going to have any chance of life beyond the next few minutes she knew she had to do this. This was going to be a first for Sunita.

The man's penis was actually heavy as she raised it outwards from the testicles and held it firmly in her left hand. She went down on her knees and brought it slowly to her mouth. Opening her mouth she closed her eyes and took him inside. Her tongue darted out to feel his cock. It tasted bad, evil like the man.

She began sucking him in. At first nothing happened, though large it was still flaccid. She moved out her tongue along the underside and as she sucked him in she licked the underside. At the same time, with her right hand she cupped his balls. They were also heavy and coarse like the cock she was sucking. Reaching down, he grabbed her hair in one of his calloused hands and yanked hard. She felt his other hand roughly running down her shoulders to her back. She shivered slightly as it continued on down to the small of her back.

Her naked backside sticking up in the night air as she knelt there bobbing her mouth up and down on his penis was too much temptation for the man, and his fingers were soon reaching around behind her. When he roughly shoved two long fingers into her pussy, she was so dry that it caused her considerable pain. Another finger invaded her arse hole caused even more pain. The fingers didn't stop, and the two in her cunt moved up past her clit. As the single finger in her arse went all the way to the hilt, he squeezed. Involuntarily she cried out, his cock falling out of her mouth with a popping sound as she did so.
The pain he was causing her seemed to arouse the man. His manhood was coming to life as Sunita urgently continued to suck it. Once it started growing, it was soon too big for her mouth to accommodate. Now it was a 10-inch muscle that might have been made of steel. His balls contracted all the way up inside his body. He pulled violently on her long hair and his fingers squeezed inside of her body. Pre-cum was starting to seep from the opening at the tip of his cock and this was the foulest taste Sunita would ever have in her life.

As he removed his fingers from her pussy and arse, he reached down with his other hand and removed his dick from her mouth. Using her hair again, he pulled her around to face him and his massive penis leaped out at her and rested against her right cheek. His giant cock rubbed against her cheek and then came to rest against her forehead. Sunita found herself looking down the underside of his massive shaft and at the big blue vein underneath, pulsing with power. It was so menacing that it looked like it had grown another inch and she realised that it had to be just short of a foot long at full erection. Suddenly he slapped her across the face with the palm of his hand, then he slapped her on the other cheek with the big cock muscle he held in the other hand. After a few more of these masochistic whippings, he jammed his rod into her face but Sunita kept her mouth closed, not wanting to taste any more of his cum. She thought she would try and masturbate him to a climax.

Before she could grasp the situation or plan a strategy, a wet white jet of semen came flying out of his cock and she felt the warm splat on her face. As the load from this first burst was slowly oozing down from her cheekbone toward her lips, the next load of thick creamy whiteness hit her lips and chin, dripping on her chest. Then he jerked her hair back, so that the next load hit her lovely face, and the lids of her closed eyes. It got on her mouth, was in her ears, dripping across her chin, her forehead, matting her hair. And it didn't end there. He kept cumming and cumming into her face. She bravely held out in front of his fountain of cum. Soon not only her face but also her entire body was dripping in cum. It was hot like fire and smelled terrible. Sunita was amazed that one man could cum so much although she had only once before seen a man reach his climax and erupt.

He stood back from her and laughed. He threw his head back and roared with deep belly shaking laughter. At this point she broke down completely and started to cry the deepest tears she had felt since she had been a little girl. Cum was dripping off her eyebrows and making it hard for her to even see. Tears were streaking her face now and mixing with the man's foul white liquid as she sat on the ground naked, her elbows folded over her knees and her head resting on her arms. She cried till her eyes were dry, but she refused to let the overbearing sense of humiliation drown her; instead she told herself that she was still a virgin and that was important to her.

When she raised her head, he was gone. It was 9 o'clock at night and her first thought went to her parents and how worried they would be. She hastily wore her clothes, slipping the torn brassiere onto her bag, wrapped her woollen shawl tightly around her and set off in the direction she thought would lead to the wheat fields. The man had left the torch behind and she lighted her way out of the forest, she prayed that he had gone back to where he came from and wasn't lurking in the darkness beyond her field of vision.

When she reached home, she explained to her parents that the bus from Jaunpur had broken down and all the passengers had to walk a long distance since that was the last bus and no other vehicles came along that road. Sunita skipped dinner that night, bathed the muck and grime and filth out of her, and slept a very disturbed sleep.

She felt a great body of weight lift from her shoulders when a few weeks later she narrated the incident to her mother. It would take at least a year before she could relegate the memory of that night to the back of her mind where it would stay in her subconsciousness, raising its ugly head on rare occasions to trouble her. Over time however, it was only one episode that fuelled the restlessness brewing in Sunita's heart.

Eight months had gone by since the vicious incident in the fields; in another two months a new year would begin: 2008. Sunita was finding life in the village stifling. She had talked with Ram and his wife Anu whenever they would come home for holidays and they had always painted a very exciting picture of their time in New Delhi. Anu had found work as a house-keeper and baby-sitter for a family somewhere in the city and Ram had set up a small repair shop for motorcycles. They were happy in the big city.

Sunita thought that with her education she would not find it difficult to get work somewhere in Delhi; she didn't know what exactly she wanted to do but felt there were opportunities that she could avail. She had been discussing the idea with her mother for a few months now and while her mum had been against the thought initially, she was now coming around. Knowing that Ram and Anu were in Delhi she felt a lot more comfortable agreeing to let Sunita go there. Of course there were questions like where Sunita would stay, how she'd find a job, what work would she do, and so on. Most of these remained unanswered, except that initially she would stay with her cousin.

More time passed as these discussions progressed, but Sunita's determination never vacillated; she was now sure she had to get out of the village, she was convinced her destiny lay out there in the city. It was now November and winter was fast approaching again. One night, sitting at home with her parents and her younger sister, Sunita told them all what only her mother knew; she was leaving for New Delhi where she would stay initially with Ram and Anu, she would then find a job, she would write them letters and try and phone them every month, she would come home for holidays, she would earn money so they could all improve their lot... She talked without a break for fear that her father would interject when she stopped rambling.

But when she did stop, there was silence in the house for a moment. Then her younger sister burst into tears, ran over to Sunita, buried her head in her sister's lap and wailed. Sunita comforted her little sister with a hand on her head, then looked up to her father. His eyes were glistening and he was silent; didn't say a word. He then stood up and walked up to his daughter, towering over her as she sat cross-legged on the floor. He placed his hand on her head and told her that she would one day be a great woman, that the world was her stage and she could achieve anything she set her heart on. He blessed her, turned around and walked into the room he shared with Sunita's mother.

The next day, the whole village knew. There was some sorrow but the overwhelming emotion was to support their girl. The elders who had seen her from the day she was born all gave her their blessings; invitations for meals were insisted upon; small inexpensive but meaningful gifts were showered upon Sunita.

It was finally decided that Sunita would catch the train for Delhi from Jaunpur station on the 30th of December. Not for one moment did she fear for her safety; she refused to let last winter's horrendous experience cow her into any form of emotional submission, and she had no worry about travelling alone. However, nobody else shared her bravado, least of all her mother. The departure date had been fixed based on the fact that Raja, the 18 year old son of a farmer friend of Sunita's father was also travelling to Delhi on that date.

Sunita had known Raja since he was a toddler, having seen him grow into a strapping young lad. Although she was almost ten years his senior, her unmarried status had seen to it that they had played cricket and football together, they had gone in big groups to watch movies in Jaunpur, they had worked together in the fields and had visited each other's homes. Raja of course called her Didi, the vernacular for 'elder sister'. In fact all the youngsters in the village called her by that term.

Raja was going to Delhi for something that nobody in the village had ever done; he was going to college, so he was something of a celebrity. In fact, he had joined a college on the campus five months ago in the summer and had come home for a short break a week ago. He was now returning a little early because he wanted some private tuition in a couple of subjects that were posing him some problems. He stayed in a hostel within his college grounds and played on their cricket team; his academic results had so far been somewhat above par but his professors thought he had potential to excel.

On December 30th a large group - almost half the village - left for Jaunpur town in the morning. The train was scheduled to arrive at 1:30 in the afternoon, stop for seven minutes, and then roll off again. The group arrived in Jaunpur at about noon, and the bus driver took a small detour to let them all off at the railway station itself. Both Raja and Sunita had both bought their tickets earlier so there was no need to go to the ticket counter. But there were other important logistical arrangements to take care of.

Sunita's father and the village headman went to meet their friend Damodar, the station master. Damodar of course knew what the occasion was and had been briefed earlier. He was going to talk to the train conductor as soon as it rolled in and make arrangements for their children to be well looked after during the journey. When the Sadbhavna Express (Train No. 14015) pulled in to Jaunpur station, old man Damodar flagged it in and then went to meet his colleague the train conductor. They had a quick cup of chai together along with the engineer during which it was decided that Sunita and Raja would get sleeping berths in a compartment that had four sleepers. Since two of these, the upper bunks, were broken they would not be allotted to other passengers, thus leaving the two village youngsters in the safety and security of a cabin that could be locked and secured.

Sunita and Raja were told to board quickly since the first hoot of the steam engine signalled an impending departure. There was little time left in the sudden rush of things to say goodbye to everyone; Sunita hugged her mother and wiped a tear from her eyes, bent low and touched her father's feet asking for his blessings, held her youngest sister tightly and promised to be back soon - in time for her wedding, the date for which hadn't yet been fixed. Luggage was loaded into their compartment, Sunita and Raja clambered up the three steps to their coach, and then hung on to the rails by the door waving goodbye to everyone. There were copious tears streaming down Sunita's cheeks as she desperately wiped her face and tried to smile. The platform receded, her village still waving out to her, their voices and cries diminishing; only her mother stood unmoving in the crowd, her lips moving in silent prayer as the train pulled out of Jaunpur railway station.

Sunita walked into their compartment, still weeping, wondering if she was doing the right thing; wondering what lay ahead. A giant leap of faith.

The train picked up speed, the sounds of its wheels rattling along the steel rails filtering in through the barred window, coal dust flying into her face. Raja walked in some ten minutes later and asked his Didi if she was feeling okay. She nodded silently at him, trying to bring a smile on her face, saying everything was fine. They settled into the corners of the compartment, each on a bench-like berth against a window.

They were in a sleeper class coach that had four bunks in two tiers; the top two were unoccupied and the lower ones were for Sunita and Raja. They were padded benches that were relatively comfortable to sit or lie on and stretched across the breadth of the compartment. The cubicle was enclosed, with a door on one side leading to a corridor that ran the length of the coach, and two barred windows on the other side - one against the head of each berth. The compartment was about 7'x 7' in size.

The train had pulled out of Jaunpur a little before 2 o'clock in the afternoon and was now heading north-westwards towards Delhi. It was likely to be near about a 14-hour journey so Sunita and her student escort were expecting to get to the capital sometime before sunrise the next morning. Her cousin was expected to meet them at the station and take Sunita home while Raja was going to head off to the university. The two of them had both been given some packed food and snacks by their respective mothers to have on the journey; Sunita also carried some home-made delicacies for her cousin Ram, and his wife Anu.

Sunita sat on the bench facing the front of the train and would therefore face the late afternoon and evening setting sun; she also got coal dust in her eyes and on her face every time she slid open the glass shutter window. The air in the compartment got a little stifling if all the windows and door were kept shut, as a result both Sunita and Raja preferred to keep at least one window open. They chatted about many things whiling away the time; Sunita was very keen to hear all about Raja's college, the subjects he studied, the professors, the hostel, the other boys from all parts of the country, the food, their activities, everything.

Sunita asked Raja if he knew what type of work she may be able to find in Delhi but he wasn't very conversant with what opportunities existed, especially for someone with limited formal education. So they talked instead of what odd jobs he would occasionally do, like tutoring school children, or working in a restaurant cleaning the dishes and utensils. They talked about friends that he had made in college, and Raja told her about the girls and how liberal they were. Sunita wanted to hear more so Raja told her about his girlfriend from his economics class; he told her about going out for movies with her, taking her to the university café, holding hands, necking behind the library, even kissing.

They had been chatting away the time, not realising that it had become dark outside. The occasional street lights in isolated villages close to the railway tracks would whiz by every now and then; sometimes the train would rush through a station where it did not have a scheduled stop; twice since leaving Jaunpur they had stopped and Raja had got earthen cups of tea for both of them from vendors on the station platform. They ate a small meal, went to the washroom, laid out a bed sheet on their berths, used their hand baggage as pillows, and lay back on the padded sleepers.

Raja kept his head on the side of his shuttered window while Sunita lay in the opposite direction, her feet against the window; this way they could face each other and carry on their conversation. Neither of them had changed their clothes so Raja just lay supine while Sunita used the extended drape of her saree, the pallu, as a makeshift covering. They talked some more, lying on opposite bunks, and Sunita started feeling drowsy; the emotions and commotion of the day getting the better of her. They switched off the main light overhead but all compartments had a blue night-light that couldn't be switched off. Sunita dragged a section of her pallu over her face, shut her eyes and tried to get some sleep.

The steady rocking of the carriage as the train rushed through the darkness lulled Sunita into a restless sleep; her breathing was steady and deep, her tiredness overpowering the body. In a few minutes she was in deep slumber, having pushed all trepidation and worry to the back burner of her mind; she turned over on her side, facing the wall, drew her legs up slightly and continued sleeping.

Raja on the other hand was finding it extremely difficult to shut his eyes, leave alone fall asleep. For years he had thought of Sunita as much more than a surrogate sister; like many young men in the village he had long eyed her with lust in his eyes. But like for everyone else, she was beyond his wildest hopes if not his imagination. Over the years he had lusted for her but never spoke of it to anyone, but whenever he masturbated he always pictured Sunita didi. Now, lying down on his bunk, he was fantasising about her like he had done so often in the past; only this time, she was right there in front of his eyes.

He stared at her, draped as she was in her saree from head to ankles, only her feet exposed to the cool breeze coming through the window. He could make out through the saree the outline of her blouse and the bare neck and midriff; in fact he could even see the outline of her brassiere through the blouse. But the view that had him in complete rapture for the last few minutes was that of Sunita's backside, the swell of the hips and buttocks growing out of her narrow waist. In fact, while they were still chatting earlier in the evening, he kept trying to steal glances at her ample bosom and the deep cleavage between her breasts, either through the material of her saree or on those rare occasions when her pallu dropped.

Now, his penis was struggling to an erection inside the confines of his underwear and his trousers. He rubbed along the length of his cock as it grew along the inside of his thigh, stroking it gently, knowing that he would have to use his hands if he was going to get any relief tonight. At first he thought of going to the bathroom at one end of coach but the sight of Sunita's well clad arse was not something he could leave behind. A sudden but slight braking of the train disturbed the steady rhythmic rocking of the compartment and Sunita, still asleep, changed her posture; she now lay on her back. Raja of course devoured the sight of her mountainous breasts thrusting upwards, the saree slipping down the contours to reveal her blouse.

He stared at her boobs, wondering whether it was his imagination or for real, but he was convinced he could see the outline of Sunita's nipples through the clothing. He silently pulled the zipper of his pants down and snuck his hand through the fly, gripping his ever hardening cock. Sunita, her deep sleep having been disturbed, turned over again and faced the fall, showing Raja the shape of her covered buttocks again. Her waist remained uncovered, exciting him at the thought of her smooth silky skin.

To Raja, Sunita was the perfect figure of feminine beauty! A woman clothed in the delicate drapes of a saree; the beautiful face, perfectly shaped; an inviting mouth with those luscious lips; exquisite rounded shoulders, those full and beautiful arms; and that undulating bosom with proudly swelling breasts filling out her modest but still desire-provoking blouse. He wanted desperately to reach out and touch her exposed skin at the waist; he kept thinking that there was nothing between his hand and the smooth skin of her legs except a thin saree and a petticoat. As he stroked his penis, he imagined the thrill of feeling the warm, palpitating body of this lovely woman in his arms. He looked at her beautiful breasts which were round, plump and firm looking, longing to take possession of those lovely, lovely breasts; to press them in his hand, to devour them and their dark hardened tips with his mouth.

Raja rose from his berth still rubbing his cock which was now hard and erect; he took a step across the compartment and stood next to Sunita's sleeping form looking at the profile of her face. He bent his knees till his cock touched her saree clad hips and rubbed against it, pushing the swollen head against the plumpness of her buttocks, constantly stroking himself. When Sunita stirred in her sleep, he quickly went back to his sleeper and lay down again, pulling his shirt down to cover his hard-on, mortally scared that she would see him. But his desperation never ebbed; his erection remained as hard as a steel rod.
Sunita woke up slowly, opened her eyes but didn't move. She was facing the wall of the cubicle and could see Raja's reflection in a small mirror that was attached to the side, about 18 inches above the bunk. She saw him lying on top of his berth, his belt unbuckled and trousers pushed down to his hips, his hand around his erection like a fist, moving up and down. Sunita had never seen a man masturbating before.

His eyes were closed and his face grimaced as the hand strokes got faster and faster over the next three or four minutes. She was mesmerised by the images playing out before her in the mirror; hypnotised as Raja's efforts were bringing him closer to orgasm; she could hear the slapping sounds of his hand against groin and she could hear his soft gentle moans. Despite her shock and complete surprise, Sunita felt the whole scene to be bizarrely erotic and she could feel her own excitement; sense that tingling and dampness between her own thighs, her breathing getting heavier.

Suddenly Sunita snapped out of her semi trance as Raja let out a loud groan and his body began to jerk; he was cumming. She watched as his spunk shot from his cock into the air and down onto his belly and his shirt; first from a single emission and then from a steady flow pulsating from his cock. The amount shocked her, his belly seemed covered in it and his right hand overrun; it truly was an amazing scene. As he lay still but breathing heavy, blushing Sunita decided to shut her eyes and turn slowly on to her back.

She stirred as she heard a rustling noise from Raja's berth, knowing that he was now making himself decent by pulling his trousers up and buckling his belt. She opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her, a look of guilt and confusion mingled with the remnants of his lust. She herself was still aroused from what she had seen in the mirror. The blue night light was still on and the darkness outside the train compartment was complete as the locomotive trundled along its way to Delhi. Raja continued to look at Sunita, and she at him; not a word was exchanged but she felt Raja knew that she had witnessed his masturbation, especially when she saw him glance at the mirror on the wall next to her bunk.

For almost an hour, they looked at each other, Raja now feeling bold enough to openly stare at the cleavage between Sunita's breasts which she didn't cover once the pallu had slipped off. She in turn stared at his crotch, realising that the bulge in his trousers was still amply visible. The Raja raised himself on his elbows and pushed his back against the window sill at the head of his bunk, looking at Sunita in an almost challenging fashion. Still silent, Sunita lowered her legs and sat up on her berth; then got up, crossed the gap between the two berths and sat down on the edge of Raja's sleeper. She looked at him for a moment as he lay there; she saw the lust in his eyes and the bulge in his trousers, it was almost as if he was pleading with her to give him release. He said nothing as she unbuckled his trousers and unzipped him but he sighed loudly as she started to tug them down. Lifting his hips, he allowed her to pull them right down along with his briefs.

Sunita had seen his cock in the mirror barely an hour ago but it seemed bigger close up and in her hand. She was impressed with it, actually, because it was bigger than the only other male erection she had seen before; memories of the bastard vagrant rogue rapist in her village were shelved in some inaccessible part of her brain. She simply held on to Raja's cock at first; held it loosely as she looked at it; held it gently as she sized it up, then she tightened her grip slightly as she moved her hand up and down. Raja moaned softly and closed his eyes.

As her hand movements got faster and her grip got tighter, she could sense his excitement growing; his breathing grew heavier and his facial contortions increased and his hand wandered across to rest on her thigh. She allowed it to stay there. She had no intention of letting this go any further but she enjoyed feeling his hand there, enjoyed feeling his heat and enjoyed feeling his grip get tighter as he approached his climax.

It came quicker than she had expected. She knew he was quite close because his moans were getting louder and more frequent but when he gave one loud groan and started to jerk, it did take her by surprise. So did his gushes of spunk. His cock just kept gushing and gushing until there was no more left to come. For a few minutes he just lay there until his moans subsided and then he opened his eyes to look at her. "Thank you, Didi," he told her.

Within minutes, Raja cleaned up with his handkerchief, wiping the semen off Sunita's hand and wrist, then his own belly and a few drops that had splattered his trousers. Getting up, he held her by her arms and gently laid her down on his berth, looking at her with almost absolute love in his eyes. He didn't say a word as she lay down, a little confused and somewhat embarrassed, but all the same she lay down on the bed and he sat down beside her. Her hair askew, coming loose again so he ran his fingers through her long flowing mane, framing her beautiful face.

Raja placed a hand gently on one of Sunita's ankles, lightly stroking it, taking her toes in his hand and playing with them, then leaning forward and kissing her saree covered knee which was bent and not far from his face. He then ran his fingers along her calves and upwards towards the back of her knee. Sunita gave herself to the sensations that Raja's caressing was generating as his hands glided up along the inside of her thigh. For a few feverish seconds, she struggled with the thoughts that rushed through her mind; Raja was a kid, like her little brother, what on earth was he doing, and why was she letting him carry on. But when she felt his fingers approach her pubic area and slip in between the edge of her panties, she responded by lifting her hips to allow him to go further.

Sunita shut her eyes and surrendered completely to the erotic moment. After pushing her saree and petticoat up past her knees and letting the dress gather around her waist, Raja ran his fingers slowly around the edge of Sunita's panties, deliberately savouring the moments of actually touching her flesh. Sunita then opened her eyes and in the strange blue light of the compartment, looked at his face as he fingered her panties. They were black and lacy and see-through, they clung tightly to the outline of her moist pussy. As he reached for the waistband Sunita lifted her hips again and he took them down, very slowly.

Sunita's dark bush of pubic hair was untrimmed and thick and Raja ran his fingers through the overgrowth; her vaginal lips however were completely devoid of hair and her pubic mound was swollen and quite prominent. He caught her gaze, she looked embarrassed, perhaps because he was staring at her. Looking away, he reached into his carry bag and took out his electric shaver, opened the top and removed the blades, then screwed it back and switched it on. Sunita breathed with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation as his hand brought the vibrating gadget down to her knees. He then began gently sliding it between her knees as she relaxed and shut her eyes again.

Raja used his electric razor like a vibrator, starting at the knees, tender soft touches to begin with; moving slowly upwards as Sunita's legs parted involuntarily; gentle explorations of the flesh until the thighs opened, so that by the time he reached the mound it was completely wet and sodden, highly sensitive, and desperate for attention. Sunita, with what little logical awareness still remained, thought this was the most sensual experience of her life, way beyond anything that she had done to pleasure herself.

He stroked her behind the knees, vibrations on the soft inner flesh to relax her, slowly creeping higher; Sunita subconsciously parted her legs still wider, her breathing grew heavier and she mouthed silent moans as he reached her crotch; slowly and tantalisingly he touched her before moving away again, each time bringing it back for a longer time, until her moans became more vocal. "Open wider," Raja whispered.

Sunita did as she was told, desperate for the touch of it against her pussy; she wanted it to stay there; wanted it to enter; wanted its penetration, but he just kept teasing her. He kept pulling it away. She grew so impatient that she reached down and tried to guide it into her but he gently pulled away. She moaned softly; then again as he held it against her opening. She felt her juices running, soaking her cunt so that the makeshift vibrator that penetrated her could be welcomed deep inside. She moaned loudly and unashamedly; nobody and nothing had ever made her feel like this; none of her sisters or friends had ever told her that it was like this; no one had ever treated her like this.

He penetrated her fully with the rounded head of the shaver and then pulled it out to rub between her pussy lips; Sunita could feel her body building up to a climax now. It rested against her clit for a moment and then slid down to her opening again and slipped deep inside. Then it withdrew again to move back to her clitoris. Sunita had never even done this to herself before.

With each penetration she began to push herself against him and Raja responded by thrusting the vibrator in and out. He knew that she was close to coming now; her cries were getting louder and her pleadings more vocal, pleading with him not to stop, crying out in ecstasy. Her body was beginning to shake as well; Raja could feel her wetness against his fingers; the vibrating shaver was wet with her juices and the inside of her thighs were runny with her moistness.

He looked up at her face; eyes closed, mouth open uttering cries, and cheeks twisting with contortions. He could see her nipples through her clothing too, erect and prominent. He reached with his other hand and took a nipple between his fingers and squeezed. Sunita cried out as he squeezed again.

She was starting to cum now. As Raja started to speed up the thrusts of the electric shaver inside her vagina, he leant over. His face was over her mound; he could smell her juices now; almost taste them. As he pressed his lips against the soft dark hairs of her pussy he reached out with his tongue and found her clitoris. Sunita let out a loud and almost deafening scream as her body jerked violently. Her climax was the strongest she had ever experienced; squirting juices onto Raja's tongue as he lustfully lapped it up savouring the sweet muskiness of her orgasm.

For a while she just lay there, softly moaning until her breathing subsided. Raja sat patiently watching her; watching her recover from her climax. He wondered if Sunita didi had never experienced anything like it before and for a moment wondered why she wasted herself being single and alone. When Sunita finally opened her eyes and looked up at him, she gave an embarrassed smile. They didn't say a word to each other and the noise of the train thundering along the tracks suddenly sounded deafening.

A few minutes later, he helped her off the bed and watched as she pulled her panties back up and lowered the petticoat and saree. She gathered her full and long hair, knotted it up on top of her head, straightened the folds in her saree, and got up to go to the washroom outside the cabin. When she returned, she had washed and freshened up and now sat on her berth. Knowing, with a wisdom that often belied her age that the best way for Raja and her to deal with what had happened was to treat it as just another stop on their journeys through life. They would never again talk about this night, nor would they allow it to weigh on their consciences.

With less than two hours to go of their 14-hour train journey, Sunita started talking about Delhi and what awaited them. Raja suggested that she should get a cell phone as soon as possible and gave her his number, telling her to call as soon as she bought a phone. She wasn't sure yet what her purchase priorities would be, having carried only a limited amount of money from the village. Clearly she needed to get a job at the absolute earliest.

At 4:36 in the morning of December 31st, the Sadbhavna Express (Train No. 14015) pulled in to Delhi railway station. Even before the train stopped, Sunita saw her cousin Ram on the platform and breathed a sigh of relief. Things were starting well in Delhi.

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Jul 9, 2018 in blowjob

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