Misc. Erotica Priya and Ganga and I

“Ahhh ! Amma ! Aiyo...oooo,” she whispered as my palm made contact with the soft, supple, warm flesh of her pubic area. I rested my hand there for a while, taking stock of what was on offer. I expected her to be very hairy down there, but it appeared that her growth was sparse. Her curly hair pricked my palm and the line of her cunt was very prominent with thick lips and I could feel and sense its depth, heat, moisture and length. I rubbed my palm up and down her cunt line, feeling my it rapidly becoming moist with her juices. “Uhnnn, Uhnnn, Uhnnn, “ she cried out in rhythm with the movements of my hand.

My distended cock was pressed between us. I lifted myself up and took one of her hands to place it on my dick, but she resisted. She wrenched her arm from me and raised both her hands above her head and grasped one with the other. She parted her thighs, and turned her head away from me. I took this as a sign, her allowing me to enter into her, put my smelly, thick, veiny cock into her cunt.

I reached into my bag and quickly took out a condom and tore open the pack. In quick, practiced motions I had it rolled on to my warm, throbbing penis. The berth or seat was not long enough to accommodate my height so I had to place one leg on the floor of the cabin to support myself. She realized what I was doing and parted her thighs even more. I took one of her heavy legs, lifted and supported it on my shoulder. I leaned into her. I took my cock in my other hand and directed it to her cunt hole.

She shuddered when my condom covered cock made contact with the flesh between her thighs. I expected her to reach down and guide my swollen member into her, but she did not move her hands from above her head. I patiently prodded her region with the tip of my dick. Within a few seconds I was in the right spot. Her flesh yielded slightly to my thrusts.

I adjusted my position and pushed hard into her. She was totally moist by now. Her cunt was oozing with juices and I could feel the slimy, squishy liquid on my penis. I pushed once again and the entire length of my cock disappeared into her cunt.

OH ! What a feeling! Indescribable, exhilarating, intoxicating, thrilling. Her cunt clutched my cock tightly on all sides, but at the same time allowed it to slide in and out easily, in smooth long strokes.

She sighed and groaned with each of my slow thrusts. She grabbed a hold of my biceps and did not let go. I thrust in and out of her, slowly and firmly, reveling in the feeling of pleasure my dick was giving me. I must have had about forty or fifty strokes non-stop after which I flopped gently down on her and let go of her heavy legs. She gasped as she supported my weight, but still did not turn towards me.

“Hey, Ganga,” I whispered. “This is so great. I like this so much. Do you like it? Am I hurting you?”

“Shshhhhh, just finish quickly !” she gasped, and whispered back.

“What? Do you want me to stop? Don’t you like it? I want to go on forever and not stop. I want to be inside you. Don’t you like me inside you?”

“Ufff. Come one. Just finish, now!” she protested. I was sure she did not mean for me to stop.Not now.

“Oh! Ganga. Say something ! Come on!” I implored, and then I started to pump in and out of her again. This time around I did not take it slow. I raised my tempo and started slamming my body onto hers with vigor. I heard myself grunting with each thrust, ramming and pummelling her body ferociously. She took it without complaining. She matched my grunts with grunts of her own. I lifted both her thighs and doubled her body, with her knees next to her ears. She grunted and growled at this position. But she took the punishment I meted out to her gleefully. She was totally aroused and was in no position to stop.

“Amma, amma, appa, aiyo, aiyo, oooo, oooo, aah!” she moaned. “Uff, uff, finish now, no? Come on. Let me go. Appa ! Aaah..”

I was relentless. I raised and dropped myself on her repeatedly. My cock was sliding in and out of her effortlessly. I felt like I could go on forever. My cock seemed to be made of polished stone as it slithered in and out of her cunt. Her juices ran up my cock and down to my balls and onto the seat. Our bodies made loud squishing sounds as we slammed together and then came apart in furious, rapid, violent thrusts.

Suddenly she became still and she turned towards me and cried out, “Wait! Wait! Wait !!”

I stopped fucking her and waited to see what she wanted.

“Listen. The train has stopped. We are at a station !”

So we were. I hadn’t noticed that the train had stopped. I could hear the voices of the people outside. The general sound of hurrying and running feet, vendors calling out their wares even at this time of night.

“Get up ! Get off me!” Ganga almost shouted. “People will see us!”

“What? No way! Thy can’t see us. The windows are shuttered. Can’t you see?” I said, incredulously.

“No. Just get off! I need to dress!”

“Fuck!” I said to myself and pulled my now semi erect cock out of her. She got up and quickly put on her nightgown, sat up on the bench and looked at me in the darkness. “Come on! Put your clothes on!”

I couldn’t understand how stupid she sounded. But I complied.

I hadn’t ejaculated and she surely did not reach her orgasm. I felt unsatisfied and unfulfilled. I wanted to take my dick out and jerk off. But I waited.

After a while I asked her, “Really, Ganga. Why did you want me to stop?”

“Sir, what if someone had accidentally seen us! Imagine what could have happened? Anyway, you can finish when the train moves again.”

“What! Do you think I am a machine ? To be switched on and off ?” I laughed.

She slapped my arm playfully.

But the train did not leave the station for a while. I got up to use the bathroom and chatted with some folks around there and was told that there was a problem with the tracks up ahead and the train may be delayed for a couple of hours !

I relayed the news to Ganga, who just shrugged and lay down and closed her eyes. She became very quiet for a while, and I realized her thoughts must have gone back to her family and her father.

I sat down next to her, touched her shoulder, and said, “Hey, Ganga…”

But she just brushed my hand away and rolled over to the other side. I sat like that for sometime just looking at her back, raising and falling. In a very short while, I heard her steady, regular breathing, interspersed with gentle snores. She had gone to sleep!

I was amazed at how she was able to do this. Surely this was a momentous occasion in her life. She had just had sex outside her marriage. I was most probably only the second man to fuck her. Or was I? I certainly felt this to be an exciting event. But here she was, sound asleep, next to a stranger, practically in a train stopped at an unknown station. Wow!

I moved over to the berth across from her and lay down and watched her body gently rise and fall. I must have fallen asleep as well because I woke with a jerk as the train finally started to move out of the station. Ganga was still asleep. The gentle motion of the train lulled me back to sleep, once again.

“Aye, Sir, hello, Get up, it is morning !” I heard Ganga’s sweet voice and felt her hand nudging me awake.

“What? What time is it? Where are we?” I asked sleepily.

“It is 6 in the morning. The train is late by three hours. We have a long way to go. Here, get up and freshen up. I got tea from the station for us,” she said.

When I came back into the cabin, she had raised the shutters and the cabin was bathed in the morning light and I felt the cool breeze from the fields outside as the train rushed past them.

Ganga was sitting on her seat and sipping her tea. She had put her sari back on. Her hair was brushed pulled back and plaited. She has washed her face. She seemed relaxed. She had done all this while I was asleep. God! How long since I slept so soundly! Must have been ages.

She offered another small cup of tea to me. I took it and looked at her once again. She realized I was ogling her, and turned to me and asked, “What ?”

I just smiled and shook my head. Truth be told, last night’s events were playing in my head and I was becoming aroused. I could sense my cock hardening inside my pants! Would she agree? Am I going to make a fool of myself? Only one way to find out.

She looked wide eyed at me as I stood up. I put the tea cup down and locked my eyes with hers. I slowly undressed.

“Sir! What are you doing? Wait! The window is open! Aiyo,” she cried softly as she realized I was completely naked in front of her.

My cock was fully erect by now. It was jutting up at an angle from my belly, some foreskin still on the hude, purple head. I kept looking at her, but she refused to tear her eyes away from me and look at my dick that was throbbing and swaying in front of her.

She was embarrassed and probably ashamed. I turned and sat down next to her. She gasped, laughed nervously and hid her face with her hands and turned away. “Aiyo, no, no, not now. Please !”

“Not now? When then?”

“No. I don’t know. No here. Not now. Later!”

I wrenched her hand from her face and held it out. She turned to me to see what I intended to do. She gaped open mouthed as I stood and put her hand on my cock. I expected her to pull her hand away, and she started to, but I was prepared. I held it firmly on my cock. I was sure she could feel its hardness, sense its heat and smell the scent of sex from last night. Slowly, she relented. I felt her arm relax, and I let go.

She curled her palm around my cock, and started stroking it slowly. She was still looking at me, and refused to acknowledge the throbbing, veiny, thick dick she was stroking.

I pulled her up and made her stand next to me. She unhesitatingly put her free hand around my hips to support herself. She continued stroking me dick, with slow, excruciatingly pleasurable, long, unending stokes. I ran my hand all over her ass cheeks. I could feel her deep ass crack through the layers of her sari and petticoat. I bent down and put my hands on her ankles and rode it up her back and stopped when my hands reached her panties. I ran my fingers up her butt crack, cupped my palm on her mound from behind. My fingers probed her cunt and my palm covered her asshole. I could feel the hair on her ass crack.

“Oh Ouch,” She gasped.

“Oh Ganga ! Look at me cock. How big and thick it is in your hand. Come on! Look at it. Man, I want you to use your hand like this for a long time. I want you to finish me. Do it slow! Ah! It feels so good. Ah ! Ah!” I groaned in pleasure. “Oh, Ganga, I want to fuck you. I want you to take me in your mouth. Aiyo, say you will.”

I could not stop myself now. “Ganga, I want to fuck you every which way, everyday. God! Your hand feels so good! Why did you stop me from fucking you last night? Damn! Aiyo, I dream about this every day. Take me inside you. Take me in all your holes!!”

I heard her give a soft laugh. “My god! What a dirty mind you have ! Amma !!”

But I had made her look down at my cock and at her hand stroking it. She went very quiet and focussed on her actions. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open. She was panting and gasping as her hands flew up and down my cock. She put her tongue out and moistened her lips. She slowed down the pace of her stokes and I could tell she was enjoying the sensation and the feel of my hard flesh in her hand. She was definitely aroused by now. She knew what to do. She touched and covered every inch of my cock. Her fingers ran over the silky, purple head of my dick, traced the thick vein that ran the underside. She pulled my foreskin once or twice to cover the head.

I stopped her by holding on to her wrist. “What?” she asked, “What did I do?”

“No. Nothing. Wait,” I said. I took her hand away from my aching, throbbing dick and moved it under it to my balls. I made her cup them with her palm.

“Aiyo, what is this? What are you doing?”

“Come on, Ganga, Hold my balls. I like to feel your hands on them.”

“Cheeeee!” she admonished.

By now I had my hands inside her panties from behind and my fingers cupped her cunt. I could feel the moisture seeping onto my hand. I started rubbing more furiously. She felt this as well, as she started squeezing and rubbing my balls harder and harder. My fingers were in her cunt, going in and out. The juices from her cunt ran onto my fingers and palm. As I ran my hand up her ass crack, I could feel her juices lubricating her asshole as well, drenching the hair than ran up between her ass cheeks. God! What a feeling!!

Suddenly, she stopped. She clasped her thighs together and I felt my fingers being grabbed in a vise like grip. She shuddered once, wrenched her hand free of me and held on to the seat for support.

“Ahhh...Ahhhh.. Aiyooooooo,” she squealed softly. Her face became flushed with a rush of blood, her body became still and her mouth opened and she let out a silent yell. And then she flopped onto her seat.

“Oy, amma, what happened. I have never .. it never. In my entire life..oh god!” She gasped. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. She stared at me and tried to smile.

I let her sit for a while. But i was still stroking my dick. I wanted to cum so badly. I had not come in a while and last night was a disaster. I had to ejaculate, even if it meant I had to do it myself. I started stroking and fisting my cock right in front of her in ernest.

“Come on, Ganga! Finish me. Make me cum. I want you to see me cum. Give me your hand.”

She got up and resumed her position. This time I put my hands around her waist and held her tight. I dug my face into her breasts. I could feel the heat from her body. She grabbed the front of her blouse and raised it along with the bra inside and exposed and offered her tit to me. I latched onto it like a baby and bit the stone hard nipple.

“Ouch ! Amma ! Don’t bite ! Ahhhh,” she gasped.

Suddenly, I was ready to cum. I moved away from her. I released my hand from her waist and made her do the same. Now I was crouched next to her and the only contact between us was her hand jerking me off.

I heard myself screaming, “Oooh, Ganga. Here it is ! I am coming! Aaaaah !”

She let go of my cock at that instant. I quickly grabbed my dick and started stroking it furiously. She was standing next to me, still open mouthed, gaping at my swollen dick head playing hide and seek with my fist.

I stroked myself to a climax.

My first spurt was small and weak. But the next four erupted from my cock. The first one shot right across the length of the cabin, in a thick white, creamy rope and landed on the floor next to the window. So did the next three. I continued to spurt. I must have ejaculated about ten long ropes in all. And when I finished I felt empty and satiated. Oh my! What a release! Every jerkoff session was the same for me. The intense pleasure I got from seeing cum rocketing from my cock.

I looked at Ganga. She was staring in turn at me, at my throbbing cock with cum still dripping from it and at all the cum on the floor, and at my hands. In her amazement and horror, she had covered her mouth with her hand. She brought it down only when she realized I was spent. She looked at me and I smiled at her.

“Oh God, Ganga. That was fantastic! I loved it so much. Thank you! You were wonderful!”

“Oh god! What was that! You.. your… all that.. That much…. Oy amma, you are a machine… how could…” It was all that she could say.

I flopped down next to her. She picked up my clothes and threw them at me.

“Here I was thinking you are from a good family and background. How nice it would be to have an elder brother like you. But, Hmmph, you have a dirty mind! “ She said, mockingly.

“Ganga, I wanted this since the day I set my eyes on you. Promise. But I didn't plan it this way. It just happened. We would have eventually….”

“Uff, stop! Where, at home, with all the people around?”

“Somewhere, someday, somehow. We would have …,” I drifted off.

“ I guess this is not new to you, something you always do, normally ?”

“Not really. It takes a special kind, right? One doesn’t go about doing it with every other person!”

“I don’t know why I am telling you this, but you are the only second….”

“No, Ganga. I don’t want to know..”

“No. I don’t want you thinking that..that I…” she stopped, and then resumed, “I was perfectly happy in the ladies compartment. I would have spent the night there. Don’t know why I followed you out. Well..”

We were quiet the rest of the way. In time, we reached her station and we said goodbye.

Ganga was still not back when I returned the following Monday. I got busy at work, and at home I could not get many opportunities to chat up Priya, as her husband or father-in-law was always lurking around the corner. But I still looked forward to engaging in my voyeuristic pleasure of watching Priya from my window as she handled her clothes and worked in the yard. I was not disappointed. By this time I was familiar with all her panties. She wore the same, not so expensive brand of full back panties, all solid colors.

I was getting ready after my post workout shower/bath one evening when I heard someone rushing up the stairs. I walked out of my room to see who it was and stopped suddenly when I found Priya standing at the top of the stairs. She had stopped abruptly as well, but she was shocked to see me there only in my underwear and bare body, towelling myself.

“Oh, Sir.. sorry, I .. I didn’t know....” she stammered, but couldn’t tear her eyes away from my body. She stared at my hairy chest and biceps and stomach far longer than was necessary. Then she looked up at me, and took a couple of steps towards me and held out a piece of paper. “This is the new contract, sir, Please sign and submit as soon as possible.”

She took a quick glance at my body on one more time, met my eyes briefly, turned around and ran down the stairs. I walked up to the top of the stairs and looked at her swaying ass under her dress as it jiggled with her steps. At the landing, she stopped and took another look up, but I guess she did not expect me to be there, and she stopped for an instant, our eyes met again, and then she hurried down.

I heard raised voices when I returned from work the next evening. It appeared that Priya and her husband were having an argument and it was getting quite heated. Seeing me, she stopped and scurried into the house. I looked at her husband, and he smiled sheepishly at me.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked.

“Oh nothing. You know Friday is a holiday and she says she wants to go see the new movie with that hero guy that came out last week.”

“Yeah?”

“First, we are not going to get tickets for Friday. The show is house-full (sold out) every day. Second, I cannot go because there is a soccer game I have to go watch. Pretty good teams and an important one I don’t want to miss. So the lady of the house is angry. Ha ha!”

“Oh?...Wait,” I said. “Getting tickets is not a problem. I can get it for you. I mean, I can see if I can do something.”

Hearing this, Priya appeared at the door again. “See, we can get tickets. It's only that you don’t want to go. All our friends have already seen it!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled. “You can go with your friends. No one is stopping you. I got to see this soccer game, so. Anyway, that hero of yours is a loser. Who wants to spend three hours watching him.”

“Let me see if I can get tickets, you guys can decide then,” I said, and looked at Priya. She was scowling at her husband.

“No, No,” he said. “Get the tickets and give it to her. Let her go with her friends. I am happy being here.”

I again looked up at Priya. She met my eyes for a second and then looked down at her husband and said, “If not the movie, I’ll go to the exhibition and dinner with my friends, Hfff,” she huffed and walked away.

“Ok, whatever,” the sonofabitch replied, smiling at me.

I knew what I had to do. A plan was forming in my mind already. I did not have much time. I made a few phone calls and in about an hour I had all I wanted. You could get anything done by knowing the right kind of people and having the right amount of money.

Around noon on Friday, I put my plan into action. The men were away so I got ready and went downstairs. I saw Priya at her clothes line, putting out clothes to dry. I stopped and observed her from a distance. She had just taken a bath. She had a pink sari and matching blouse on. Her wet hair was bundled in a towel on her head. Wisps of wet curly hair dangled from each side of her face. I could see droplets of water still on her body. Her blouse was soaked in places where she had not wiped the water off. Her bra straps were clearly outlined. She had performed a pooja and had sacred ash and sandalwood paste on her forehead. She looked fresh, and innocent, but ravishing to me.

I wanted to take her right there on the backyard.
Put her on the ground, raise her sari and petticoat and bunch them around her waist.
Remove her black panties like someone would skin a rabbit.
Thrust my distended cock into her hairy cunt.
Turn her around and fuck her hairy asshole!
Cum in her cunt.
Cum in her mouth and make her swallow!

I gulped, and wondered if I should continue with my plan. I walked towards her and when she sensed me she dropped the clothes back into the basket and turned around to look at me. And she smiled radiantly. “Oh hello, Sir! Happy xxxx day!”

“Oh, to you too! Any plans for the day?”

“No, no. Just relaxing. Nobody at home. I don’t remember the last time I had a day off to myself!” she giggled.

“Oh, okay!” I said. “I am just going out. Talk to you later.”

I went to a coffee shop around the corner from where Priya’s house was visible. I motioned to a local lad on a bicycle and offered him Rs.xxx to deliver an envelope to Priya. I watched as she opened the door and took it from him. It was too far for me to gauge her reaction.

The envelope contained one ticket to the 5 PM showing of the movie for that day. And an invitation to dinner for one person at an exclusive restaurant at the other side of the city.

What was she thinking? Would she come? What lies would she have to tell? Will she? Only time will tell.

I made my way to the theater that evening. I waited anxiously in the lobby, pacing up and down like a nervous cat. Damn! The show was about to start. In fact , it had already started. Where the hell was she? Was she going to come? Was she a coward or did she have the courage? Fuck ! Fuck!

I almost gave up and was about to leave the theater when I spotted her getting down from a auto-rickshaw in front of the theater. She walked cautiously up the steps to the entrance, looking around nervously. She scanned the lobby from one end to the other. I was sure she had guessed by now that I was the one who sent her the envelope. Who else could have sent it?. Or did she have another secret admirer? Had she done this before?

I watched her search the room until her eyes landed on me. We stood looking at each other for about five seconds. And then I started walking towards the door of the theater. She followed a few steps behind me.

We handed our tickets to the usher one after the other and entered the dark theater. I reached back and held out my hand, and to my utter surprise, she took a hold of it ! Her hand was cold, but her grip was firm. I shook off her hand and took hers in mine and pulled her behind me to our seats.

The movie had hugely popular stars as hero and heroine. The theater was packed. The crowd was loud and rowdy. I felt out of place. Probably the only one above fifty. But I did not care. I had Priya’s hand in mine. Our seats were way at the back, and in the corner of the theater. I had deliberately chosen these seats.

I did not let go of Priya’s hand as we sat, though she tried to pull it away numerous times. She placed her large handbag by her side away from me. Why? The movie was incidental now. I think it became the same for her. What was going on between us, or the prospect of what was in store was more urgent now. This was indeed a start.

I turned my head to face her, and seeing this she too turned her head and looked at me. Our eyes locked on each other in the reflected light from the movie screen. I could sense the tension and nervousness in her body through her hand. I gave her hand a little squeeze, and let go. She immediately crossed her arms across her chest and heaved a sigh of relief.

The movie had some mildly hot romantic scenes and dialogs which made the crowds go crazy. During one of these scenes and sensing an opportune moment, I slid my hand and rested it on her lap. Her whole body tensed at once and she drew back in her seat and placed both her hands on the top of her thighs as though indicating I should not go further. She went rigid and just stared straight ahead at the screen. I pushed my hand between her thighs and gently increased the pressure. She involuntarily snapped her legs shut preventing any further access to her nether regions.

I rested my palm on her thigh. I could feel it firm under the thin fabric of her salwar and kurta. I gently caressed first one thigh, and then the other. I reached down to her knees and squeezed. After a while she relaxed. The tightness in her thighs slowly ebbed away and I was able to dip my hand between the insides of her thighs. As I reached the full depth, she once again clamped her legs shut.

I let my hand remain there for a while knowing it would just be a matter of time before she relented. I took my hand back and after about five minutes I once again placed my hand on her and reached between her thighs. This time she did not resist. I repeated this process over and over again. I ran my hands all over her upper legs, gently squeezing and letting go in turn.

But, fuck it! We reached the intermission and the lights came on. I was able to wrench my hands free and away from her just in time. She got up without a word and went the other way. Perhaps to the ladies room, or to get some snacks or whatever. Would she come back?

I was not aroused. I just wanted to see how far she’d let me go today. We would definitely go all the way. I was sure of that. But the time and place would be of her choosing, that was certain.

She came back and sat down again without a word to me. As soon as the movie resumed, I reached for her. This time I looked at her and she too turned and looked at me. She readily accepted my hand between her thighs once the lights were dimmed and the movie resumed. Frankly, I was pleasantly surprised by her action. I pushed my hand up her thighs. She removed her hands from her lap and crossed them across her stomach allowing me to reach the spot where her thighs met.

Still looking at her, I twisted my palm inwards and made a cup and placed it on her pubic area. I could feel the soft, supple flesh under my fingers through the fabric of her salwar and panties! Fuck! She was warm there. I could feel her curly hair. The position my hand was in was uncomfortable to say the least, but I felt the line of her cunt and followed it up and down with my forefinger. By now, she was squirming in her seat, clasping and unclasping her thighs on my hand. The people beside us had no idea what was going on between Priya and me. Her handbag hid from view whatever my hand was doing between her legs.

Now, I was definitely getting aroused. I could feel my dick thickening in my pants, swelling to the point of hurting. But I did not mind. I had Priya’s cunt under my fingers and I continued my movements on her crotch. She bent forward and lifted her thighs slightly. And I pushed my hand further down. My fingers brushed her asshole and my palm completely covered her pussy. She let out a small gasp that only I could hear, but it was drowned in the noise, whistles, cheers and jeers of the crowd. Moisture oozed out of her slit. I increased my pace. I pulled my hand up and rotated my hand and fingers on her pussy. I took my hand away and gave ourselves a breather.

I repeated the cycle multiple times throughout the second half of the movie. I let her relax for a bit and then resumed. I felt she was waiting for my hand each time and I sensed her increased willingness as we progressed.

Out of the corner of my eyes I could see her body now rising and falling rapidly. Suddenly, she clamped her thighs tight on my hand and held that position for what seemed like an eternity. She finally shuddered once and raised her self slightly from her seat, and thankfully released her hold. And then she reached down, took my hand and pushed it away.

It was not uncommon for people to jump out of their seats, whistle and howl at the screen whenever their hero or heroine appeared, spewed out choice dialogs or danced. I chose one such moment to stand up and quickly adjust my cock. I sat down and placed my hand back on Priya’s lap. But I guessed she had enough by then, and she brushed my hand away.

But I did not relent. I reached for her hand, and she protested by holding it tight against her body. I pulled and placed her palm on the fly of my pants and let her feel my hardness inside. She instinctively pulled it away, but I sensed she kept her hand on me long enough to realize it was my thick cock she felt under there.

She did not resist when I pulled her hand the next time. She placed her palm and felt around my fly. She ran her palm up and down by cock. She used her fingers to feel its size and hardness. Then she just rested it there until the end of the movie.
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